Beyond The Pale

by Sleepstar of Shadowclan

"Future Generations will name them Tributes 69-92, but I'll never forget them" Long before The Hunger Games became the spectacle in Katniss' era, 17-year-old farmhand Horsa Georges would expect to live out his life on the family ranch. But when he is Reaped to represent District 10 in the 4th Hunger Games, he isn't sure of his chances. Can he return home or will he end up in a box?

17. A Day in the Orchard

Beyond The Pale Chapter 17

Author's Note: I do not own The Hunger Games

Fig Demaine, 14. Resident of District 11, July 22nd A:D:D 4

It had been seven days since my older sister, Flora, entered the City Arena. She has made it so far, but I fear she will return to us in a wooden casket. Apart from Ginny Canova last year, none of District 11's Tributes have gone quite far. Picking the fruit off the trees, I placed it in the basket, noticing the pitiful amount of pears in the basket. The fruit will be sold in the Capitol, the place my sister is currently in. Nearby I saw Ginny, who was at work examining the fruit. Last year, she won the Games by simply being the last Tribute left.

On screen, I saw my sister standing on the benches as her allies approached. The central square of District 11 was crowded as people watched the action unfold on television. Earlier that morning, the boys from 10 and 12 killed the boys from 1 and 2; basically the boys from 1 and 2 tried to ambush the boys from 10 and 12, and both boys reacted, killing the boys from 1 and 2. Since then the Games have gone quiet, as my sister and her allies rested. "This is wrong" I heard a man shout as everyone in the square looked at him. A Peacekeeper drew out his gun, and pointing it at point-blank at his head, shot the man dead in a public execution. "Now get back to work" The Peacekeeper barked.

Returning back to the baskets, I saw a bird flying through the Canopy. A Mockingjay. In the trees, the sun was starting to set, as a whistle overhead signalled the end of the day. Heading home, I had dinner before going to bed, my mind filled with worry about Flora.

Yes, I know it's a short chapter, but the thing is, I want to finish off my current WIPs before WordPad is gone before the end of the summer, and it could go at any time. I have nine original stories to write up on WordPad as well as the next four chapters of "Beyond The Pale" and the next chapter of "75 Years". Plus the two Pokemon fanfiction and the first chapter in the Vonheli Chronicles.