Different Perspectives Chapter 2
Author's Note: I do not own The Hunger Games
Keanu Westwood, 16. District 5. The Second Hunger Games
I watched as the repairmen started fixing up the wind turbines, one of the major sources of energy for Panem. District 5, the Power District, I thought. During the First Rebellion, while the rebels was occupying District 5, they sent out fake air raid sirens to the Capitol, allowing the rebels to deal damage on the Capitol during the actual air raids. The "Capitol Families" had assets in the Districts, however, they was using brute force on the population. After years of oppression, the Districts rebelled, supported by the graphite producing District 13. I remembered when I was young, having to hide out in the bunker in case nuclear weapons was used in Panem. Hundreds of years later and nuclear weapons still threaten humanity, I thought. People before the First Rebellion must have lived in fear of nuclear war. The bunker I was in was built five centuries before Panem was established. Before the disasters that affected the world, Panem was a nation known as the United States of America. The nation was very powerful, with allies all over the world. Countries that no longer exist. Then last year, after the Districts lost the War, the Treaty of Treason was announced. Every Year, each District must send one boy and one girl, between twelve and eighteen years old, to the Capitol, where they must fight each other. Last person alive wins. Last year, Eric Odegaard and Wilma Wilson were the District 5 Tributes. Both froze to death in the Arena. "I'm Keanu Westwood of District 5 fixing this line, I'm Keanu Westwood of District 5 fixing this line" I was singing as I secured the wire, thinking of a tune I heard when I was younger, from an ancient series of children's books. Books that focused on trains that can talk. As the sun started to set over District 5 I made my way down the pole and headed home.
The next day was the Reaping, and thankfully I was lucky to escape the Reaping. A girl named Corienne and a boy named Percy were Reaped for District 5, but I know my luck will run out eventually, and I try to put the Games out of my mind. Neither Corienne or Percy lived to see the second day, with Corienne dying of pneumonia she caught in the Stables and Percy freezing to death overnight. The Victor of the Second Hunger Games was a boy from District 8, Virgil Barde.
The Third Hunger Games.
"Truce?" I said to June Holloway, the District 12 girl. My District Partner, Evie, lay dead by the centre of the field. June nodded, knowing that the two of us must work together to overcome Hercules Roberts, the powerful District 2 boy. He, us two and Ginny, the District 11 girl, were the Tributes that are left. Twenty dead already, I thought. I killed Elizabeth and Arianna. "I just hope Faith or the Hennessey Twins don't go through this" June whispered. They must be people June knows from her District, I thought as Hercules approached us. "Take this June" I said, handing her my spare knife as I started a fight with the District 2 male. My knife met flesh, creating deep gashes on the body of the Volunteer. Angry, Hercules drew his sword. This is it, I'm going to die here, I thought as a sharp pain shot through my body; Hercules had stabbed me in the abdomen, and I saw my vision going black. Hold on June, just weaken him, I thought as I slipped away.
"June?" I turned to face the shadowy form of the District 12 girl. "So Hercules killed you too?" I asked, as June nodded. "He hasn't got long left" she whispered, and everything soon came together. After I died, June continued to inflict wounds to Hercules until he stabbed her in the chest using a knife he picked up from my corpse. The wounds both of us caused is enough for him to bleed to death. "Ginny won, Keanu" June muttered. Rather District 11 than District 2, I thought, remembering what happened to some of the Rebels of District 5. Some of them became Avoxes, while others were tortured to death in District 2's The Nut. "You must be District 5" I heard a voice, and turning around, I saw the ghostly form of Rocky Turner, the District 2 Tribute from the First Hunger Games. "I'm sorry" he muttered. "It was wrong what I have done" I gasped at his confession. Rocky must have been going through guilt, I thought. Rocky was just as much a victim of the war as the rest of us.
This is one of my favourite chapters of this I have written so far, and it took me a while to write this. I chose to end Keanu's POV with the Third Hunger Games, and his temporary alliance that unbeknownst to him and June, would be vital in the following Games.