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?

14. Reluctant

Beyond The Pale Chapter 14

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

Oliver Shields, 17. Male Tribute for District 2 in The Fourth Hunger Games, July 22nd A:D:D: 4

I did not ask to be here. Since I was Reaped into the Games, I had become more fearful. It doesn't help my District Partner, Ursula, was part of District 2's elite families, with her aunt being a Peacekeeper. It was well-known that the Peacekeeping class looked down on the Masonry class; indeed I have seen Peleus Evans having shouting matches with Petunia Curl almost every day. It's young Achilles I feel sorry for, that kid is basically being robbed of his childhood all because of his uncle. I miss seeing Therin Lee, examining blocks of marble. The Curl siblings, their uncle being the sculptor behind the statues of the fallen District 2 Tributes in the Memorial Park, the deceased being buried in a mausoleum and medals put on their coffins during the funeral service. In the eyes of the Capitol, the medals are for valour, in honour of their sacrifices. My hands are stained with blood. The blood of the boy from 3, the girl from 6, the girl from 5, the pair from 9, the girl from 10 and the boy from 11. Seven people I killed. Seven lives I took. Seven people too young to die. I wish I could betray my Alliance. Jack, Amethyst and Ursula are cruel. I couldn't forget how Jack, Amethyst and Ursula tortured the pair from 9 to death, and how reluctant I was to take part in the cruelty. I cannot forget the girl from 9's tears, begging to go home, as the more sadistic Tributes tortured her. Grabbing Jack's spear to spear the District 10 girl was an act of mercy, and even after she died, Jack, Amethyst and Ursula still inflicted their weapons on her corpse. Talking about Ursula, she isn't very good at using the bow and arrows, I noticed that she only has two arrows left in her quiver, out of the twenty four she started with. Taking an arrow out of her quiver, I saw Ursula set her arrow towards a figure, and within moments she let the arrow fly, striking at a Tribute. Ursula let out a cry as the arrow hit, reveling in the kill.

I followed Jack, as he went to look for the Alliance. Stopping by the bleachers, Jack and I turned around to find ourselves ambushed by the boys from Districts 10 and 12. Grabbing my knife, I attempted to stab the boy from 12. "Oliver!" Jack yelled, fighting with the boy from 10. I saw that the boy from 10 had succeeded in wrestling Jack's spear from him and with the tip against his throat, Jack yelled "Oliver, help". Without warning the boy from 10 thrust the spear into Jack's throat. I was struggling with the boy from 12, my knife knocked out of my hand. This is it. I'm weaponless. The boy grabbed my knife and with the tip against my chest, I know that my life was going to end. Feeling a sudden pain in my chest, my last thoughts as everything went to black was I underestimated you, District 12.

I seem to have posted five chapters of Beyond The Pale today, but that is due to WordPad's discontinuation. I'm debating whether to post this story to dA as well. Oliver was Reaped into the Games, so that's why he doesn't like Ursula; Ursula is from the upper-class in District 2, while Oliver is from the lower-class.