This next tribute is one that was lowkey a filler
She was also one I grew to care a lot for
Heading all the way back to the third Hunger Games
But you went away
How dare you
I miss you
They say I'll be okay
But I'm not going to
Ever get over you
Rhiannon Hughes, 19
District 4 Female
It's been four long years since I won the third Hunger Games. In the time that has passed, we've seen a number of things come to pass in Panem. One of the most horrifying is the fact that people are volunteering not for someone they love, or because they feel they have a better shot than them, but because they want to enter the games.
I cannot imagine anyone that wants to go into these horrid arenas. How someone could just be so careless with life, especially those who train to go in, is just beyond me. They put a value on the human lives, and the cost is their soul.
I miss Riley every day. My parents demanded an autopsy the moment he got back home into the District in his little brown box. My family's biggest fear was that they would have to mourn two children at once,
My twin brother was a lot farther gone than we realized. The cancer had overrun his body. Had he survived the games, he wouldn't have had long to live after. His sacrifice at the beginning of the games completely turned the course of the whole competition for me. There was a brief moment of insanity as I realized my twin, my best friend, my ride or die since day one is gone.
But I figured out he wouldn't be forgotten.
I carry Riley with me, I carry him with every fiber of my being, we literally shared DNA for crying out loud. Every time I see a wave hit the shore, or I dance in a recital, I see him. I see the person he was supposed to become. I see the person he could have been. It gives me great joy to know that my brother is gone, but his legacy can live on through me.
"Welcome to the 10th annual Hunger Games" screams the escort of District 4. She smiles broadly as if it's such an honor to be chosen for this game. Sadly, in our district, it is at this point. An academy opened for our District shortly after I won my games. They said that if someone like me could win, imagine what someone with actual weaponry skills can do.
I know for a fact, being the only Victor from 4, that these tributes that are going into the games today are volunteers. If they'll win is beyond me, most likely not because the academy has given us nothing but top 10 placers.
"If you'll join me in welcoming our girl tribute for this momentous occasion!" says the escort happily.
I look in the audience for Coral, the female volunteer this year, knowing that she is itching to get up here. Coral has always had a sense of wanting to be in the limelight, and she especially was very anxious to get selected by the board of trainers at the academy.
"And the female tribute going into the arena is...Ally Marquette!"
Coral stands up and volunteers for the girl and struts proudly up to the front of the stage. She smiled at the audience and promises that this year they will have a Victor. The boy volunteer from our District's name is Brock Delta, and he did about the same as Coral as far as impressions.
The rest of the in District events happen so quick. Only a few people show up to say their goodbyes to the tributes, and when that's over we are on the train. They greet me with respect and honor, but only because they know that they have to. I know what the trainees have to say about me in the locker rooms and in classes. They see me as a joke, but I'm a joke that has survived unspeakable things.
I sit down across from both of them at the table and do my best to smile. Honestly, I despise the idea that they are going to compete. They both could do so much more than their lives than this. This isn't an existence I would wish on anyone.
"So," I begin. "First things first, do you want to train separate or together?"
-2 weeks later-
"Panem I give you the Victor of the 10th Annual Hunger Games, Coral Inez!"
I knew from the moment I watched the other tributes introduction clips from their reapings that Coral had this in the bag. Brock did alright for himself, and they were a very good team, but he ultimately fell at the feast. He placed 8th.
The finale was between Coral and the boy from District 10. He had an impeccable talent with lassos and was able to choke the tributes while being far away from them.
Unfortunately for him, Coral just had better aim.
I walk into the white room that I woke up in so long ago after I won my games. It's scary white, and they have almost completely healed any injuries she received during the games. She perks up when she sees me and then grins.
"I told you I could do it." she says smiling.
"But at what cost, Coral?" I ask her.
"That doesn't matter," she says. "I made it. I wanted to win this ever sense you did and I finally did it."
"Well, I hope a Victor's life is all it's cracked up to be," I respond with a soft smile as I sit at the end of her bed and listen to her go on and on about her glorious victory.
This was another sad one, but it was definitely unintentionally so. I guess Rhiannon was always just a morbid person.
Anyways this is what her life would have looked like had she won The Power Within by betttyy
Keep it classy,
Caleb