This chapter title is from Say Something (no shit), by A Great Big World.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural nor The Hunger Games, all rights belong to Erik Kripke and Suzanne Collins (and I wouldn't have it any other way).
Just some warnings before you read the chapter, there will be lots of volence in the later chapters, and also major charactar death. But I think that if you can watch Supernatural and The Hunger Games, this won't be too much of a problem.
More author notes at the end of the chapter.
Bobby is already waiting for them when the elevator opens.
"It's madness out there." Bobby sighs, dragging his hand through his neatly combed hear.
With quick steps Dean walks to the window, trying to make sense of what is happening outside.
"What're they doing?" He asks, his eyes moving over the people who are running around, screaming like mad men.
"They're tryin' to get the President to stop the games." Missouri guesses beside him.
Dean spins around, feeling hope building up inside of him. The hope quickly ebbs away when he sees Bobby's expression. "But that won't happen," he observes.
Bobby sighs and shakes his head. Of course President Snow couldn't back down now, his only change now is to strike back, hard.
"Where's Becky?" Dean asks, changing the subject.
"She was ordered to go home," bobby answers.
Then he probably won't see Becky again. "Say goodbye to her from me."
Bobby nods in answer, and for a moment they stay quiet. The unspoken farewell hangs in the air.
When Dean finally moves to hug Bobby, Bobby's eyes have gone misty.
"Take care." Dean says, slapping Bobby on the back twice before letting go.
He lifts back up awkwardly, giving Bobby a tight smile. Then he shuffles to the door, fearing to go to sleep. At the door, Bobby stops him with a soft "Dean."
Dean turns, and Bobby scraps his throat, shifting in his wheelchair. "Goodbye, son."
Dean's hands clench, forcing himself to stand tall and not cry. The goodbye is heavy, and he feels a lump in his throat. Not trusting himself to speak, he just nods and gives Bobby one small smile. Then he leaves, walking out of the door as if he is leaving his life, slow and with hesitation.
Missouri's door is already closed when he walks into the hallway. Leaving him alone in the hall, standing in front of his own door. He forces himself to open the door, and then starts to go through his night-ritual with small actions. Stripping of his clothes, he turns on the shower. The various buttons on the shower don't impress him like they did when he was sixteen. He knows, in the shower, that if he wants to cry, it is now. But as he stands there, the hot ray of water raining down on him, he can't find himself too. It all seems too unreal to him. Turning the shower off, he forces himself into his nightclothes, before climbing into his bed.
The night gives him no nightmares, but he doesn't get a lot of sleep either. Every time he opens his eyes, he hopes for a moment that his mother would be there. Shaking him awake and telling him that John cooked breakfast for them, and if he wants some, he has to wake up. But every time he opens his eyes, he is left with the cold realization that in the morning his mother won't be waking him, but his stylist.
The morning comes too soon, and with it comes his stylist. Her feet dragging over the floor as she follows him out of the door. The ride to the arena is silent, apart from Dean's chewing. When he was sixteen, before he got sponsors, he hadn't had any food, leaving him with the question if he was going to starve to death. He still remembered the empty feeling in his stomach while searching for any berries that he could eat. So now, even though he feels like he is going to throw up, he forces the food down his throat, and then washes everything away with water.
When they reach the launch room in the arena, he takes a quick shower. His stylist dries his hair with silent tears on her cheeks.
This year's tribute outfit is a fitted blue jumpsuit, made of very sheer material, that zippers up the front. A six-inch-wide padded belt covered in shiny purple plastic. A pair of nylon shoes with rubber soles. The suit feels weird against his body. Dean frowns as he examines the fabric. It would probably offer no protection against snow or sun. But then again, it is from the Capitol, and their outfits have surprised him before. He doesn't think of asking his stylist about it.
While waiting for the voice to tells him to prepare for launch, he sits with his knees shaking. His stylist is still crying silent tears, waving her hands around while walking around the the voice tells him to stand on the circular metal plate, he does so in silence.
Suddenly his stylist spins around , "I never wanted this Game to happen." She cries, and Dean looks at her in surprise.
When he was sixteen, and had met her for the first time, she had chatted on and on about the Games and how amazing they were. He is about to warn her about the words, what kind of effects they could carry. When the glass cylinder slides down around him and the plate underneath him begins to rise. He mouths the word 'Goodbye' to her, but he doesn't think she saw it.
He tries to keep his eyes as long as possible on the launch room, knowing that it is the last room he'll see. When the breeze catches his hair, he forces himself to stand tall. The glass retreats, and then he is standing free in the arena. The sun is bright, and for a moment he wonders if something is wrong with his vision. The ground is too shiny, and seems to keep moving. He narrows his eyes at the ground around his platform. Blue waves crash over his feet, and for a moment he wants to laugh at the irony of it all.
Looks like he is back at the water he had missed so much.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let the Seventy-fifth Hunger Games begin!" The voice of Claudius Templesmith, the Hunger Games announcer, hammers his ears.
He shakes his head, trying to focus. He has less than a minute to decide where he'll go.
The cornucopia is shining in the bright light of the sun, he squints his eyes as he tries to scan the weapons for a trident. It doesn't take him long to find it in between all the knives and swords.
Then he scans the ground around him, the trees behind him are taller than he has ever seen. There even longer than the fences around his district. He forces himself to give a name to the woods around him, and suddenly the voice of a ten year old Sam fills his head, telling him enthusiastically about the stuff he had learned that day in school. "Yeah, and we learned about jungles today, Dean! I saw pictures, and the trees there are huge! Do you think we'll see a jungle one day, Dean? I hope we do."
He shakes his head, trying to gain focus. Now that he has the name of the woods, he moves on to the water, apart from the metal plates the other districts are positioned up, there isn't anything else in the water to hold on too. Which gives him an advantage to the other tributes.
When the gong sounds, he only hesitates for a moment before diving into the water. While the other tributes are still struggling in the water, he is already at the cornucopia, picking his trident and a small sword. Enough for protection, but not enough to slow him down by much.
Missouri is also already at the cornucopia, she has already picked up her weapons, and is now searching for someone. Seeder, he supposes. Dean looks around, looking for any sign of Jo or Cas.
Instead he sees Ava Wilson, the tribute from district six, already raising her throwing knives. A minute to late he realizes who she is aiming at. Before he can shout his warning, the sickening sound of knife hitting flesh fills the air. And Missouri slumps down into a lifeless heap on the ground.
Before Ava has any chance to reposition herself, his trident is already flying towards her chest. It hits her right in the middle. By the time she is lying dead on her back on the ground, he is already pulling his trident out of her chest. After a moment of consideration he picks up the throwing knives that killed his district partner too. With his foot he nudges her body from the platform, and with a splash her body float in the water. The water coloring red around her. He looks up frantically, and he suddenly notices all the other tributes around the cornucopia.
With one last glance, he dives back the water in, trying to get as far away from the cornucopia as possible.
First couple of minutes of the first day are done! I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter.
Just as an extra fyi, I'm going to make the games longer than they are in the books. Because three days are just too short for me, I think it might become around one/two week-ish?
Also, I think I'm going to write the companion pieces to it, but they would just be some random one shots from other people's perspective. I don't know when I'll start to write that.
I probably won't be able to update next week, because monday to wednesday, I'm going on a trip to Germany (Yay!) with school, and Friday it's my dad's birthday. Sorry.
Sorry for the short chapters.. I'll promise I'll start writing longer chapters soon.
I would love to hear your thoughts about the story.
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