Gale or Peeta? - requested by Anonymous
Ask me to choose between two things and I’ll make a photoset of the one I prefer.
I lie as still as possible even though it feels like insects are crawling up and down my body. It feels like everybody can hear even the smallest movement I do under the tree I found a bit earlier. I haven’t heard from any of the other tributes, no one has been in the same area as me, which is good and which would make it easier to sleep, but it’s not. My eyes are wide open even though the tiredness is lurking in my body; every time I try to close my eyes they shoot right open again.
My eyes shoot open once again, but this time has the temperature fallen at least 10 degrees and a cool wind sweep through the forest. I must have been sleeping, but not for too long because the sky is still dark, dark blue. I curl up like a ball in my sleeping bag. which is a lot thinner than I expected or maybe it’s just colder than I expected. I press my chin against my knees, trying to keep as much body heat as possible. I let out a small gasp when another cold breeze sweeps through the forest.
I don’t know how but I somehow managed to fall asleep last night even if I was shaking of the cold. Then, suddenly, I hear a cracking sound. It’s the sound of branches breaking under some ones feet. I move closer to the curtain of branches and look through a small gap. I’m not sure how close the other tribute is and how well she or he can see me. My dark eyes are searching the part of the woods I can see, in hope of getting a glimpse of the tribute who is lurking around here. My body tense up when it sounds like the tributes walks right past me, but I still can’t see anyone. When the sound finally has faded away I fall back against the tree trunk and take a deep breath. I don’t have time to take another breath before someone grabs my arm and drag me out from my hiding spot. I let out a shriek when something cold and sharp is pressed against my throat. In panic I press my hand between the knife and my throat, trying to push it away from my body which make the blade pierce into my hands. I will never be able to survive this, the pain in my hands proves that if the knife goes any deep into them it will cut of my nerves and I won’t be able to move my fingers. So I pretty much have two options; I either have to fight without my hands or die. Maybe die is the easiest way, I’m not meant for this anyway. Even if I don’t die today, I will be dead in less than 2 weeks, so why wait?
Then I feel how the tribute jerk and fall to the ground, and I glare back at my attacker. The boy from district 6 lies in the grass with the bloody knife in his hand and a spear in his back. I get up as fast as I can, grab my bag and then run, I don’t look back to see who throw the spear. As I run the canon for the district 6 boy goes off.
I don’t stop running until my lungs hurt and my eyes are finding it hard to focus on anything. I put my hand on my knee and breathe rapidly. Couldn’t they have given me just one bottle of water? I sink to the ground and look up at the sky; I’ve never seen such a blue sky in my whole life or such a big sun. I move my glace to my hands, a deep cut extends over both of them and blood is sipping out of them. I need to find something I can use as a bandage until I find water so I can wash the wounds and get something to drink.
After looking for a while, I finally find leaves big enough to cover the cuts on my hands. Now, I need water. Sadly I haven’t seen any living creatures for a while, which mean the nearest water source can be miles away. I move me feet forward through the forest which make branches under my feet break.
It takes a few hours, but after a while I finally hear the sound of babbling water. I move my feet faster and when as fast as I arrive to the stream I fall to my knees. Just as I lower my head and hands to drink the echo of a canon sweep through the forest. The sound make my whole body tense up, once again. I wonder what she or he died of. Well, it can be another tribute… It’s too early to die from natural causes, but I still have no idea what kind of dangerous animals are walking or flying around in the area and what is edible and not. Lily, let’s just drink and get your water bottles filled and then you can wonder about the unknown animals and plants in the arena, I think and fill my hands with water and move them up to my mouth. When I have filled my water bottles as well, I remove the leaves on my hands and loudly exhale when the cold water tickle my hands, cuts and fingers. As I clean the cuts, I remember the bloody knife I manage to get from the cornucopia. Except that I didn’t run for it, I dragged it out from a tribute’s head. So when I’ve have cleaned my cuts and found something to wrap around them, I move over to the stream again and pull up the knife. I watch the knife in the sunlight, for the first time. The blade has the size of my hand and is covered in a dark red sludge. Blood.
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The Hunger Games - one direction
I look around me, trying to find any cameras. But that’s, of course, impossible, even though the gamemakers have hide cameras in every little corner of the arena. I wonder if I’m the face on everybody’s television. Probably not. I would guess that it’s the careers who are out hunting for tributes to kill or gathering all the supplies at the cornucopia. If they still are at the cornucopia. They are probably going to move out of the very soon so the hovercraft can get the dead tributes. Or maybe the cameras are on a hurt tribute that is stumbling through the woods trying to put as much distance between itself and the careers or any other tribute.
I wonder what Damien, our mentor, is doing right now, and I wonder who he will try to keep alive. He’s smart, maybe he won’t just choose one of us. But it can only be one victor, so I guess pretty many mentors at least tries to keep one of their tributes alive. If I’m lucky he choose me because he thinks Aaron can survive on his own and that means that we both can survive longer.
Since he is one of very few victors we have, I’ve both heard and read a lot about it. What I know is that a 15 year-old Damien was sent into the arena with a 18 year-old girl that later got killed by that years careers. The cornucopia was in the middle of a mountain full of dangers, not only did a lot die in the bloodbath but also when the tributes tried to get out from the mountain through small and very tunnels. When all the living tributes were out, it was only 3 careers and 5 other tributes left. Damien was one of them. The tributes knew that there were no idea to try and get all the weapons and supplies at the cornucopia since it would probably cost you your life, so that year was one of the most even games ever seen. The career couldn’t set up a camp by the cornucopia and use all the weapons and supplies, that no one got their hands on. That has always been a winning factor for the careers, they’ve been playing the games under better standards. But that year they all played under the same conditions.
Damien didn’t team up with anyone, not even with the girl from District 11. From what I’ve heard, he ran around, looking both confused and scared, in the arena, for days before he pulled himself together. A lot of people say that he’s just lucky that he won, because the careers ally broke when the career that lost his fellow tribute in the mountain went against the other two, but I think Damien was the strongest tribute after the careers.
He got a lot of respect when he got home, after fighting a big career in a really bloody final. I’ve heard that they thought they wouldn’t get a victor that year because of how badly the career hurt Damien. But the Capitol patched him up and he looked a lot better than he did when he left.
The last thing my mentor said to me was: ‘Lily, you can do this. You are stronger than you think’. Aaron’s last words to me were a bit different; ‘Don’t die during the first day’… I still haven’t figured out his meaning of that. Does he want me to survive? If he does, shouldn’t he had said ‘stay alive’, ‘don’t die’ or something like that? I mean, that’s what I would’ve said. But I, still, don’t understand Aaron completely. I wonder what he and the careers are going to do, except killing tributes without blinking. Maybe Aaron wants to kill me himself?
The sky has darkened and I realize that I have set up a camp or move into the shadows of a tree or something else that might help me from being seen by other tributes, but where from I can see them.
I found a perfect tree with branches hanging down to the ground. So when I hear the anthem play, I move a few branches away so I can see the sky clear. The seal of the Capitol shine up the whole sky, then the dead tributes are shown one by one in the sky; both tributes from District 3, the boy from District 4, the girl from District 6, both tributes from District 7, both tributes from District 8, the boy from District 9, the girl from District 10 and the last face that is shown in the sky before the anthem plays again is the girl from District 12. 11 dead, that means we’re 13 left and Nicole is one of them. Now I just need to find her. But first… I need to survive my first night in the arena.
I really hope you like this part, and that I wrote a bit about their mentor :)
I’m trying to get the text as correct as possibly, but like you already know… I’m not from a English speaking country, so English is my second language.
Plus… add your favorite picture of him, here, if you want :)
I’m really bored, so this is what I do ;) really bad, but whatever!!!
And another ‘letter’ I made because I’m bored. Letter to Finnick from his son.
I was really bored, so I made a really fast and bad edit. And no, it’s not Isabelle Fuhrman ;)