The 66th Hunger Games

66 years ago, the 13 districts of Panem rebelled against the oppressive Capitol, and failed. In order to keep the remaining 12 districts in check, the Capitol devised a new way to control them. Each year, one male and one female between the ages of 12 and 18 shall be offered up to compete in a sporting event known as the Hunger games, where they shall fight to the death until one remains, a victor that' be revered as a celebrity in the Capitol and live a life of luxury.

66 years later, the tradition still goes strong. See through the eyes of 15 year old District 3 tribute Elektra Sparke as she enters this deadly game. However, the one person she never thought would be her fellow competitor is, and she takes it upon herself to protect him. However, in a deadly arena where your death is in every direction, nobody can be trusted.


18. Nicely Played

Betrayed. That's the first word that springs to mind, followed by back-stabbed and a whole range of colourful synonyms. They were playing me this whole time. I try to move, but my head hurts too much. Then I remember. I still have one of the medicinal balls from the Nightlock berries. I reach into my pocket, pull it out, and shove it down my throat. The bitter ball works instantly. I'm still weak, but I manage to stand. It's well into the night now. Has the feast ended? I hear shouts from inside the building. Martyn, that traitor. Suddenly, the girl from 2 falls out of a window, and hits the ground. There's no cannon, so she's still alive. I begin to move away from the plaza, when a green glow catches my eye.

The ooze is seeping out of the manholes, and beginning to flood. I deftly move around the puddle, still not out of the plaza, when I hear a low rumble.

It's not like the low sound the monster made, no, this is far more terrifying. The whole arena begins to shake, and I hear a piercing scream below me. Kathrynn's probably drowning in the flooding slime. I flinch at the thought of that. The buildings around me begin to fall apart, before collapsing entirely. I barely avoid the dust cloud, choking as I hit the ground. Cracks appear on the ground, and it begins to open up. I run, the road now showing the overflowing toxic river. I hear a cannon. Kathrynn's, probably. The ground opens up beneath me, threatening to swallow me up. I begin to fall, clinging onto the edge of the widening chasm. The river begins to rise, and I scramble up, running for the one undamaged place. The feast.

I reach the golden building, and just as I open the door, thousands of tiny cracks appear. I leap back as it shatters like glass, brilliant golden shards flying everywhere. Then, the building collapses in on itself, a cloud of dust masking the deadly flying shards. Two cannons. I duck to the floor and curl up in a ball, trying to avoid the deadly smog that's enveloping me. Small shards scrape my throat, setting it on fire. I pull my shirt over my face, protecting it.

The rumbling stops, and the cloud dissipates. I look up. The moon's hanging low on the horizon.

Suddenly, the girl from 2 moves, standing up.
"You," she draws a sword, pointing it at me, "You set this off, eh? Well you know, you may have brains, but I have what counts," she steps forward, "Brute strength."

I don't react fast enough as the sword plunges into my shoulder. I scream, and kick her legs. She buckles, and I run, drawing my knife. The blood is pouring from my shoulder, causing intense agony to course through my body. But the adrenaline keeps me going. A knife soars past me, striking the cracked ground with such force, I fear it may split the ground right open.
"What's the matter, 3? Can't possibly fight me? Don't worry, you'll be dead in a second," I hear her taunts. I'm beginning to grow tired. She'll catch me in a moment. She's right; I can't possibly take her on in combat. I look around, desperate to find some way to outsmart her. Almost all the buildings are destroyed, the Nightlock bushes are on the other end of the chasm, and I'm nearly at the edge. Unless...

She strikes me with her sword again, my arm hanging by a thread. I hold it as she goes in for the kill. This is it, act now or I'm dead. I drop to the floor as her sword launches out of her hand, falling into the corrosive river. She then trips over me, and hangs from the edge, barely holding on. I struggle up, and stagger over to her, leaving a trail of blood in my wake.

"Help me, please!" her voice is harsh, filled with a deep fear, "Please, help me up! I don't want to die, please," she sobs, and I see the tears flow down her face.

I look down at her. We're the only two left. I could just throw her off , it'd be that easy.
"Do it," her face looks pained as another wave of sobs overcomes her, "They never wanted me to win back home. They wanted my partner to win, they wanted him to kill me, they wanted to see my blood spilt. Well take that, District 2! I outlived him," she sobs again. She closes her eyes, "I'm ready. I was bested by you. You've won. Just make it quick,"

I can't believe this. She wants me to kill her. She begs for me to hurry. I bend down, and grab her hand.
"I'm sorry," I whisper, and push her. She falls backwards, and just before she falls into the corrosive river, she mouths two words.

Nicely played

She vanishes under the green, and time seems to go on forever as I wait for her cannon. When it fires, I break down sobbing. I killed her, when she was undeserving of this. She was doomed to an unwanted fate by her district. I watch as a hovercraft emerges, and pulls the horrifying remains of her out of the river. A once beautiful girl reduced to nothing but a burned pile of flesh and bones. The remains can barely be recognised as human. The hovercraft vanishes, holding the mess that was once a living being. I did this.

Suddenly, a booming sound echoes around the arena. The voice of Cladius Templesmith.

"Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the victor of the sixty sixth annual Hunger Games, Elektra Sparke!"

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