District Three's Kendrick Reeves's POV
Caia Wicken. She's the one that convinced me to get her to pop my fingers back into place.
She said that I should snap my fingers back into place, but I told her that it wasn't going to work, because you can't snap broken fingers back together. She replied that they were only dislocated, that they could be fixed with some will power, strength, and some pain. I didn't want to believe her, getting joints dislocated didn't hurt that much, and that peacekeeper wouldn't go half assed to make me suffer. Despite trying to tell her that they were broken, Caia kept on insisting that they were only dislocated and that she could fix them. She just wouldn't give up and kept on telling me that the way they were bent told her that they weren't injured as seriously as they really were.
She then told me that if they were truly broken, then the Capitol would fix them once we got there, but if they weren't, she'd be able to fix them and there'd be no more problems. I couldn't argue with that, if she messed up and they were broken the Capitol would fix them, but if she wasn't wrong, then it would be fixed and there'd be nothing more to worry about.
It also didn't help that she kept on pestering me for her to go through with it. She was stubborn that girl, but she was smart, and logical. Even if she was a bit annoying being someone who seems to be a know it all and someone who doesn't want to be proved wrong. Just like people said about her.
Still, she was nice.
"How are you feeling?" My stylist, a short man who's skin was a dark blue like colour mixed with shades of black and grey.
"Better then I was yesterday." I told him while looking at the three middle fingers in my right hand and thought of how much it hurt when that peacekeeper had dislocated them, and how much it hurt when Caia had popped them back into place. Strange thing was, it hurt more with Caia then it did with the peacekeeper. "I had a bad accident, but I'm feeling better now, even though pain is still throbbing through me."
"Oh yes, some of us noticed that your fingers were on slightly odd angles," He said as he continued to make last minute adjustments to my chariot costume. "What happened? You fall or something?"
"I got into a fight." I told him. "A fight that I couldn't win."
"I'm sure you had a reason for getting into it." He assured me.
"I did." I told him. But did I truly need to do it? Not really. But that's all in the past now, time to focus on winning over the Capitol.
I was already on a good path, because I had an ally with me, Caia. Having her fix me up was just what convinced me to have her as an ally, she was smart and good at planning. She could come up with the plans while I fended off attacks.
We could make it far together.
Still, we had to get along together for however long we were going to form our alliance, and for that, she'd have to learn some people skills. She wasn't shy or anything, it's just that she wanted things done her way and was unable to see my feelings for her methods. Either that or she simply didn't care about them.
If she was going cooperate, she'd have to learn to respect my feelings as well. I'm sure she doesn't really mean to be a jerk, but if she continues to act like a bitch at times, then I'm not sure I can stand being around her.
I hope I can at least make her more cooperative.
District Six's Colton Mullican's POV
Nobody came to say goodbye to me, not that it was very surprising. I may of lived with Amy and Kyle but I was nothing to them, just someone to do their work. To the kids in the district, all I was was some sort of freak. Someone to push around and call names and make fun of. So I didn't expect anyone to come and see me, and if someone did come to see me, I think all they'd tell me was to go and die.
Ungrateful jerks, I volunteered and saved them all from being incinerated and I was still nothing to them. No thanks or anything. I bet if anyone but me volunteered they'd be getting all sorts of praise from everyone.
I looked over to my district partner and thought of the people who might of came to thank for for saving them. I bet the slut that everyone hates got thanks from people for saving them, forgetting all about Colton Mullican who saved the other boys from being burned alive by the peacekeepers.
The chariots rolled out and soon we were in the open, the Capitol was looking down on us, cheering for us. Well, for others anyway. This was all an act though, I knew, because there was a time when they'd walk by me when I was in a cage and laugh and point at me and call me an odd boy.
I could thank my mom and dad, my real parents, for that since they sold me to the circus. They didn't want me because they found out what I was going to be, and the circus was short on attractions, so they had no problem taking me in.
The Capitol really had nothing better to do, so I was a main attraction for them when the Hunger Games weren't going on.
The circus was where I lived for the first ten years of my life, getting used by the stage master and working like a slave for whatever scraps that our masters didn't want. And since they hardly feed my colleges or I, we fought for the scraps of food they threw at us. That's how I learned to run, I would run to the scraps and take something, anything, but only one or two items, because if I took anymore I'd get the other so called freaks to chase after me. I couldn't beat them in a fight, so I didn't even try.
I didn't get the most food, but at least I didn't walk away with nothing, like some did. That's how I survived, until I started 'disturbing the peace.' Apparently telling people that your not a freak is considered disturbing the peace and enough to get you sold to someone else. That's how I ended up with Amy and Kyle.
I was a freak where ever I went. The Capitol, District Six, I was the same in either place, all because I was short.
Did they recognize me now? Do they recognize that short boy behind the circus cage that they made fun of? Six years is a long time for them, they probably have forgotten about me by now. Not that it matters, they'll be talking about me way behind my back for the next few days anyway, whether they remember me or not.
Just like the other kids in front of me, Adrienne beside me, and the kids behind me, we were the main attractions now as we wore these stupid costumes while parading around the Capitol.
We were nothing but the entertainment for them, and I was going to be a laughing stock yet again because of my size. They'd tell me I'd have no chance of winning, that I simply couldn't match up to the others.
Well I show all of them that they were wrong about me, that I was just some weird, crazy freak in a cage. I'll show them that I'm just like the rest of them. When I win, they'll finally think of me as an equal. I'll show my real parents that it was a mistake to give me up.
A/N: Well guys, don't expect the best of quality since I have no idea what I'm going to be doing for the Capitol chapters. Hell, I planned most of the reapings and have plans for the arena, but I'm at a blank for the Capitol. I'm guessing that they'll also be short.