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.


5. Waking

Sunlight streamed in through the window, as the countryside rolled pass. The train barely shook or moved, it was still. As if it was a house. Except it was moving obviously. Images flashed in my head, and zoomed into my vision as if they were still there. But one image was still there. I leaned in closer to Leo, he was still asleep. He looked so peaceful, so unworried. As if he didn't even know he was in the Games. But of course, he could never forget that, and neither could I. I found myself pulling my finger softly down his cheek, down to his light pink lips. I couldn't help but think whether this and last night is a dream, like I'm going to wake up. To find myself alone, and scared of everything in my comfortable but yet lonely bed. 


His eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the small amount of light coming from behind his back. It was then they found me laying in front of him, my hand now on his neck. His white, lined teeth smiled at me. His grey eyes reflected my ocean eyes and smiling face. This is the happiest I've ever been, but that's not much to compete with. Leo's arms pulled me closer, almost close enough to be one person. Mine and his forehead leant against each others, and all we could do was gaze into each others eyes, like stars.


It was then that the door slammed open, and someone got the shock of their life. "She's gone! She's gone!! Have you seen her le-" Violet stared at us in the bed. Us in each others embrace, just looking at her innocently, as if we've done nothing wrong. But we haven't done anything wrong, there's nothing saying we can't be involved. Leo's parents started their relationship in the Games, and now their married with two children. Violet's eyes blank several times before fainting in the middle of the doorway. Both me and Leo began laughing in unison. So far, this is the funniest memory in the Games I've had. The best though was last night, without a doubt. But then Leo's Dad walked through the doorway, and stared down at Violet, but didn't look concerned.


"She'll be fine," he said looking up at us while waving his hand off showing how unconcern. But wait. Isn't he the slightest bit confused that we're in bed together in our underwear? He took Violet's arms, and dragged her away from our room and down the corridor. I looked at Leo, confused but at the same time relieved. He smiled at me, not confused at all. "I told my Dad that I love you last night, hence why we weren't able to watch the other Reapings." Oh, that makes sense. I nodded, and he kissed me in the lips lightly."We won't be a secret for long you know?" he pointed out. "Yeah I know, I wish we could though." I winked at him, while stroking his bare, muscled arm. "Well, in the Arena. I'm never gonna leave your side, and I won't be able to keep my hands off of you. And that is a promise I would rather die than break." He kissed me on the forehead, pulled off the covers and sat up.


I still have no idea how this relationship is going to work, how can it? I want this, so much. I'd give up everything, if I had anything to give up to be with him without the danger and fact of the Games. This is cruel, pure torture. No-one should have to endure this, especially younger adults who are more likely to die. And yet, for the Capitol, it's entertainment. Probably because they never have to watch any of their children fight to the death, so one of 24 can be crowned a 'Champion.' I don't call them Champions. I call them damn lucky to be alive.

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