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.

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16. Of Allies and Announcements

My eyes open. I'm still in the exact same spot in the sewers. The sludge is still glowing green, eerily illuminating this place. And there's still the caved in path behind me. I stand, and take a sip of my dwindling water supply. I have to get out of here.

I begin to walk down the tunnel, looking for signs of any way out at all. The walls are slightly cracked, but that's probably due to the cave-in not far from here. I wonder if the cave in was caused by the Gamemakers, or by that hideous beast that roams freely down here. I have no idea where it went, though, so it could be anywhere.

I stop to listen for the tell-tale growling that signifies the appearance of that abomination, but I can only hear a slight shuffling sound. Probably another warning rat. An itching sensation creeps into my cheek. Good. That means the girl from 1's 'art' is healing. I check my arm. It's still mangled beyond repair, but the pain has died down significantly. I should be fine from now on, as long as I don't run into the Careers or the monster again.

I continue walking through this unchanging maze until my stomach protests every time I move. I grab one of my two remaining bags of nuts, and begin to eat. It doesn't entirely satisfy me, though, but I don't want to starve to death, so I put the half eaten packet back in my bag.

I hear a sound. The shuffling's grown louder. Which means that another danger will arrive soon. Panicking, I put my bag back on, and run. I have to get out of here before the thing dies, and the horrors begin. But what could it be? Could two of those beasts appear, and tear me to shreds? Or could the sludge suddenly rise, simultaneously burning and drowning? Or could it be-

Pain. In my head. I've fallen to the ground, on top of something. I've probably crushed the rat. Does that mean I've stopped the disaster? Or have I sped it up?

"Do you mind getting off me?" It spoke. Not a rat, but another tribute. I leap up, and draw my knife.
"Easy there, Sparky," I recognise the voice. Kathrynn. She's much thinner than I remember, obviously she hasn't had much food at all.
"Still using that training nickname?"
"Well it stuck, and neither me nor Martyn could remember your name," she gets up. I see the gash across her cheek.
"Yeah, the boy from 1's a real crazy. Barely escaped," she rummages through her pack, and pulls out a small berry, the colour of the night sky.

Before I can tell her that what she's eating is Nightlock, she pulls a small nut out of the berry, splits it in half, and a white ball falls out.
"Calm down, I overheard this from you and your friend in training. Turns out he was right," she swallows the ball.
"Better than any medicine, I'll tell you that."

I follow her as we gradually go uphill. I even see a ladder on the other side of the river. A sudden breeze blows through the tunnel. We're close to the surface.

Kathrynn stops, and climbs through a small opening in the wall. I follow, and end up in a small room. The faintest hint of daylight seeps through the roof. The sun appears to be setting. Also in the room is Martyn, her district partner.

"Elektra, you're alive," his blue eyes light up slightly. He notices my arm,
"Are you hurt? Here," he hands me one of the white balls from the Nightlock. I swallow it. It's the most bitter thing I've tasted. However, instantly, the pain dies down to nothing.

BOOM

We all freeze. Another death. I look up to the now dark sky just as the anthem begins to play. The seal of the Capitol, and the fallen tribute's face. Luke. My heart sinks, and I offer a silent prayer.

However, it doesn't end there. The seal remains, and the voice of Claudius Templesmith echoes around.

"Attention remaining tributes. You are all running low on supplies, so we have decided to be generous. There shall be a feast at the big golden building, which is in the northern part of the arena. The feast will be tomorrow evening, and shall contain the supply that is essential to your survival. Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour." The seal vanishes, and we exchange glances.

A feast. This may be my chance to get out of here alive. Home. The one place I though I'll never see again. I may be able to with the supplies. The two from 12 say nothing, deep in thought. Drowsiness overcomes us, and I settle down near the exit.

Just as I drift off, I hear it. The growl. I sit up. It's back. I edge to the far side of the room as cracks begin. Kathrynn and Martyn are stirring, and the wall collapses. We barely have time to move as the monster charges into the other end of the room.

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