Chapter 8

Arry

This is the last day. Tomorrow the games begin, today there are interviews with the tributes. All the tributes gathered in the waiting room, waiting to be interviewed. Arry's designer started giving him tips. The designer asked Arry more then 100 questions just to practice, Arry didn't really care about this part... Specially after the quarter quell rules.

People started going out into the interview, starting from district 1, there is a television screen to show what exactly is happening in there. Arry thought it wasn't hard doing the interview, just answer the questions with a bit of humour and try to impress the crowd. He was wearing the same dress as when they were on the chariots, Forb was the interviewer, asking questions, tribute by tribute until it was Arry's turn to be interviewed, it was just plain simple. All the questions were easy to answer with a bit of humour. 'What do you think of the new changes for the quarter quell?', 'What do you think you'll get as your pet?'. It went on for 3 minutes, every tribute has 3 minutes.

The next day we were on our way to a hover craft, circular, not very tall, very wide though, and very fast as well, it could seat 12 tributes in each, so there were 2 planes, boys and girls. When Arry got into a plane, they were burying something with the needle inside the tributes, a tracking chip they say, to keep you safe they say. The pain was 10 wasps stinging at once, he felt like his whole hand was tearing apart. The person next to him screamed so hard they made him bite into something to lessen the pain. The hover crafts landed, there were no windows from where the tributes are so they couldn't see where exactly. The doors opened, the second hover craft was besides them, they came out one by one, there were 2 other hover crafts to their opposite. 'The capitol!' He thought. He was right, it was the capitol's participants there, Arry tried to ignore them and move on.

He found himself in his chamber under the arena. There was a tube in the middle, leading straight to the arena. Arry's designer was right there, making him look good, gave him a golden bracelet as a good luck charm, and said good bye. Arry went into the tube, his heart beating so fast. So fast... He can't stop it, his breath was heavy, chocking on his own oxygen. The tube closed and started going up. Into the arena. To death.