The 100th Annual Hunger Games

This is what I think would happen if the Hunger Games still continued.

Katniss and Peeta never did complete the Revolution that freed them from the Capitol, and they had to continue their lives. Shepherding children into the Arena, hoping them as much as they could, only to watch them get butchered. But this was the 100th Annual Hunger Games, a quarter quell, what was to happen, no-one knew.


7. Last Night

I didn't pay much attention to the food or conversation that morning. My thoughts were else where, which was confusing me.
"Accalia?" a familiar voice called. I looked up, to see Violet waiting for a response from me. "Huh? Sorry," I sat up and shook my head. Violet tutted, and scribbled in her notepad. Probably about me. "Do you agree?" she asked, as if I was actually paying attention. I looked at her blankly, with no clue what's going on. "With what?" I grumbled. I felt rather sick in the head at the moment, in one ear and out the other as they say. "That in the chariot ride you and Leo will hold hands? We need you two to have a head start in the Games." she explained as if I haven't ever watched the Hunger Games before. I coward away from it every year, I think I know. "Yeah, okay." I rubbed my head, my vision wasn't too good either. "Wait, why wouldn't I?" I quickly asked with a brutal, protective force, which made Violet jump.


"I was only asking, you have to agree with everything. And other things..." she began to trail off subject. But I knew what she was on about, I don't think she wants to go to that subject. Not with me or Leo in the room. "What other things?" I asked, testing her gutlessness. Her voice began to stutter while looking for an excuse. "I think you know what I'm talking about," she said trying to sound smart. Her eyes flicked to Leo and then back to me. I rolled my eyes while my blood began to boil. I don't want to talk about it now, I stood from the table. "Excuse me," trying to sound polite, and retreated to my room.


I threw myself onto the only half a night used bed, and puffed out a mouthful of air. I stared up at the ceiling, the faint pattern kept my eyes busy. The little shaking of the train kept my ears occupied, and the smell of breakfast kept my nose busy. I didn't quite know what to do with myself to be honest. I don't want to do anything, well except one thing. All I want to do is be with Leo, just the two of us. But I know that's going to be impossible. Fate brought us into each others company, but then the same fate has forced our time to a just a few weeks. And I know, I will see him die, or he'll see me die. Either way, it will be pure torture.

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