District seven's Bo Heatherfield's POV
Today's the day of the games. Today is when this murder fest will begin. Hopefully I made enough of an impression for the tributes to stay away. I don't know if I scared the careers enough, but not counting them, there are fifteen other tributes that I hopefully gave a message to. Not that I could kill any of them. I just hoped that the arena this year had someplace to hide, last year's arena was a desert filled with only rocks, cactuses, and mountains upon mountains of sand. And where there wasn't sand, there was rock covered ground. That was one of the reasons the monster from two was able to kill so many tributes, there was almost no where to hide. No trees, no high grass, no nothing to hide in, just plain, desert kind of features. I hoped that this year wasn't like that.
I felt something painful jab me in the right shoulder. I let out a little yelp in surprise and pain before looking over and saw a Capital attendant holding a shiny, long needle. What was that for?
"It's a tracking device." She told me before placing the syringe into a clear plastic bag. "Lets us know where you are." Great, that's just what I needed, people knowing where I was. I looked out the window of the hovercraft that carried me, but the windows were tainted so black that I couldn't even see my reflection, let alone what was outside. Were they filming me now? Could The Capital citizens see me? Who knows.
After what seemed like hours of sitting, waiting quietly for something to happen, the hovercraft attendant instructed me to get up. I stood up, thankful that I could, just as the hovercraft side door was opening. The Capital attendant guided me to the door before telling me to go down the ladder and meet my stylist for the final preparations.
I climbed out the door and grabbed onto the ladder before climbing down to another room. I then came to a place The Capital called the Launch Room. The final place to be before they send me up to slaughter or be slaughtered. But before that, they introduce me to a final meal. I look at the meal and saw pancakes and orange juice. I ate the pancakes as fast as I could and downed the juice in two large gulps. I did that because I knew if I hesitated too long, I won't be able to eat anything. I'm almost too nervous, too scared, to eat anything. I wondered if the other tributes were feeling as nervous as I was? Probably not the careers, but everyone else maybe.
The last thing to do is get my arena clothes. When I was ready, my stylist silently helped me get changed. What I'm presented with is a white undershirt, dark green t-shirt, simple black pants that really don't seem any different then the pants I normally wear at home, a black belt with black buckle, perfect for camouflage, and a pair of heavy, sturdy, light brown, lace up hiking boots. The last thing I received was a thin black jacket that reached my thighs. Looking at all this, I guessed that we might be going someplace cold and rocky, a mountain or something. I might be able to hide in a cave or something.
When my stylist was done putting on my arena clothes, I got lead to a tube shaped thing at the end of the room and was instructed to go inside of it. I hesitated to go in. After all, this was the Hunger Games I was going into, one of the things I feared the most. If I had a choice, I would have stayed here, in this one stop, forever. I could run and hope that I somehow managed to get away from these games, The Capital, and by some miracle, get back home to district seven. But I felt hands shove me into the tube before I heard a hissing sound before the doors sealed shut with another hiss. Now I was going into the games. Shit. I was so scared, that I didn't even turn around to see the last, I wouldn't say friendly, but the last face of a person that for sure wasn't going to try and kill me.
District three's young peacekeeper's POV
"Get on your goddamn knees!" I heard Lawrence Varen's voice shout before hearing the creak of his baton hit Zap behind the knees. I watched as Zap's knees buckled a bit before me and three of my peacekeeper companions jumped on Zap's body and forced him to his knees. I looked over to see cruelly stab a syringe needle in the back of Zap's neck. But it didn't matter if he pricked it in gently or if he shoved it in, it felt the same to Zap, he didn't feel pain, he just knew it was coming. then pressed on the syringe before ejecting it with just as much cruelty as he did shoving it in. "We will now know where you are in the arena." told him, not that it mattered, it was just so that The Capital knew where he was in the arena so that they could show the audience watching something if it was happening. The three peacekeepers and I jumped off of Zap's back before walking back to 's side. was scary, even though he was the oldest one of us at forty nine. Right now he was full of anger. Anger that was directly focused on Zap right now. He was still mad at him and that red eyed kid for threatening his daughter, which I don't blame him for.
"There's the entrance to the arena." I told Zap nudging my head towards the tube that would lift him up into the arena. Now get in so we can stop guarding a dead man.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Zap asked us.
"You forgot to give him his arena clothes." The district three stylist told us. No, his straightjacket and pants were good enough for him. If that guy couldn't fight back so much the better.
"He's fine the way he is." I told her. But she didn't listen to me. She walked towards Zap and laid the clothes in front of him. She then walked to his back. I ran up and grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back.
"What the hell are you doing!? Your going to realize him from his straightjacket!?" The Capital stylist then gave me a nasty look before throwing my arm away from her and saying
"Yeah. What about it?" What was she-
"Don't do that!" I shouted to her along with every peacekeeper in this room
"Listen to me peacekeepers!" She shouted to us in her so called superior tone "don't think you can tell me what to do. Want me to report you?" Getting us reported for not letting someone from The Capital was either death or some other punishment. None of us wanted that. When we said nothing for several seconds, she got up, brushed herself off, and unclipped Zap's straightjacket. Fuck, not that bastard wouldn't be an easy target in the arena. Not only that, he had heavy hiking boots and a jacket to help him along. When the stylist was done, she walked away from Zap looking at us like it wasn't a big deal. Thing was, what if he became the winner because of you bitch?
"Get out of here." I snarled at the stylist before she even told us she was leaving. After hearing 's comment, she left faster. I watched as she opened the door, left, and closed the door behind her. I looked back to see Zap unclip, untie, and remove the face muzzle that was covering his mouth. He removed his muzzle before letting out a satisfying sigh pleasure. Seeing him like that, it made me think of what he was probably thinking. I'm free, that's probably what he was thinking. His open mouth made us see all of his teeth. Sharp, pointed teeth that had been manually sharpened to a lethal point. Teeth that was like an animal's. I saw every one of my comrades reach for a weapon wither it was baton or a tazzer. I reached for my tazzer. This guy was too dangerous to be let loose, and yet, here he was unrestrained. I felt sorry for the tributes that had to face him in the arena.
"We're leaving now." I said to everyone. Everyone seemed to agree before turning around and started to swiftly walk away. When we reached the door, I counted only three peacekeepers. I looked back to see that was still there with Zap. What was he doing?
District three/eight's Lawrence Varen's POV
He was free. He...was...free. Those tributes up there, my daughter. They stood no chance against him like this. I had to even the odds somehow. Good thing there was no Capital witnesses to see this.
"Philistone!" I shouted before drawing my baton. Zap turned back towards me as he was heading to the arena tube. When he turned around to face me, I waked him over the lower jaw with my baton causing his jaw to be dislocated with a crunch. Zap was a lot taller then me, he towered over me at six foot six, I could only manage to hit him in the lower jaw. I was going to hit him again, but as I swung a second time, I felt his powerful hand grab my arm and lift me into the air. I was now suspended helplessly in the air. As I kicked and punched him with all my might I heard him say
"I was going to spare you this." His jaw clicked loudly with every word he said. "But you've made me mad." He could barley talk, that was a good thing, my attack had done some damage to him.
"It will stop you from using your jaw to rip people's necks open at least!" I shouted angrily at him "I won't see my daughter fall victim to you!" I then saw him smile a shark's smile. Too many teeth showing, not enough humor.
"That's where your wrong." He told me. I then saw his free hand reach up to his jaw, twist his lower jab, and it snapped back into place. No. It was like I had done nothing to him. I reached for my tazzer but I felt something rip across my face, and pain took over all my senses.
District three's young peacekeeper's POV
It was like watching it in slow motion. First, was shouting at Zap, then he hit him across the jaw, then he got grabbed, then Zap sank some of his sharp pointed teeth into 's eyes and cut across them. I watched Zap drop to the ground as fresh crimson blood ran down Zap's sharp teeth and down his chin as well as blood running down 's face. shouted in extreme pain as he held where his eyes used to be with his hands. The other peacekeepers and I ran to 's aid. When the three of us arrived we kneeled down beside him and looked at his wound. It looked like someone had sawed into his eyes, the cut flesh was cut roughly with multiple slash marks across the flesh. Blood was running out of his exposed flesh, it had been opened like a badly gutted fish. I could see the red-pink flesh and white bone that was inside his face. I placed my hands on his wound to try and help stop the bleeding. While warm blood began to run though my hands, I heard Zap's voice behind me say
"Now you won't see me take your little girl's virginity and life...life...life...life." I felt my anger grow from within. This bastard had no limits. With my bloody hands, I reached for my tazzer just as the tube doors leading to the arena closed shut with Zap inside them. Fuck! Now he was out of our reach! I continued to look after now. Zap was out of our reach now. The Capital wanted a good show, Zap would give it to them, they wouldn't kill him, his was the main course. He was going to be the one to entertain the whole country.
"Get him to the ER!" I shouted thinking about and his draining life force. Fuck you Zap! Like everyone back home, I hope that you die in the arena.
A/N: So, what'd you think of this? Next chapter, the games! Yeah!
The reason is both district three and eight is because he was originally from eight, but he now lives in district three if you all don't remember.