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.


13. Timing is Crucial

The fog begins to lift as we make our way towards the park in the centre of this city, the night sky showing clearly. As we make our way through the trees to the centre, I realise the silence.
"Hey, Luke. Do you have any idea where the Careers might be?" who knows. They could be anywhere,
"No, but I've seen a few stray weapons near the golden building,"
"Where's that?" he points behind us, and I see that the city clearly goes uphill. But at the top is a golden building, with a dome roof. It shines so brilliantly, it's impossible to miss in the night.

After making our way through the tree-line, I see it. The Cornucopia, still as pristine as the day of the bloodbath. I wonder, do the Gamemakers clean it whenever there aren't any tributes nearby? I catch a glimpse of silver in the mouth of the golden horn.
"Hey, there's still some supplies in there!" we move over, and I'm about to step in, but Luke grabs me.
"What are you doing?! Look there," he points to the ground, and I see it. A thin piece of wire. He pulls a knife out, and cuts the string. A sword flies down, lodging itself in the soft earth.
"A trap. They've probably bugged the whole area. Makes sense, since they still probably want control of this place," he steps inside, and pulls out a bow and a loaded quiver.
"I'm not the greatest archer, but it's better than a kitchen knife," he loads the bow, and shoots it. It hits the tree-line, and two spears fly out, aimed to impale anyone who would trigger the trap. Samuel also emerges from the cornucopia, holding a few wrapped pieces of food titled 'Energy Bar'.
"I also found these. I think they help you stay alert." he hands one to each of us. I unwrap it, to find a brown rectangle. It looks disgusting. I reluctantly take a bite. It's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted. I quickly devour the whole thing. It gives me a strange buzz of energy. Samuel and Luke have also finished theirs, and are standing up, ready to go.
"Come on, before it gets bright,"

We barely make it to the tree-line before I see another tripwire. I look up at the trees, and see two loaded bows, aimed at us. We move around it, barely avoiding a flying knife.
"The Careers practically have this place rigged to kill anything!" Luke throws his bow to the floor in frustration, setting off a rock falling right next to it.
"We avoid one trap, and we set off three more!" he slumps to the floor. I see something move.

A rodent of sorts, running straight ahead, then suddenly moving back and right, before moving forward again. It continues making strange movements until it vanishes from sight. Luke's seen it too. It knows a way through this death-trap.
"Follow it!" Luke takes off after it. Me and Samuel follow, replicating its path as best as possible.

We continue following it, through hedges, and even into a massive Nightlock bush. I hear a thud, and see the poor thing on the floor, a spear thrust into its back. I guess it didn't know all the traps.

"Wait, can't we sneak through the trees? We'll avoid triggering the tripwires, and we may be able to disarm them," Samuel begins climbing up the nearest tree, and drops an arrow onto the floor.

"Hey! We're still hungry, so give us the food we deserve!" Oh great. It's Terra and Macintosh. The fat twins who think they're in control. Terra pushes me to the floor, snatching the bread from my hands. Samuel's struggling to hold on to his food, and Macintosh eventually overpowers him. They wobble off to their room, to hoard the food. Pigs.

That night, we sit in our room, hungry and cold. It's not our turn for the heating tonight.
"Elektra, you awake?" I face Samuel, bright eyed and painfully thin. We're starving in the place that's supposed to keep us alive.
"I'm thinking of taking some food from the pigs. I'm sick of starving every day," he's right. It's been months since we've properly eaten.

We sneak out of our room, checking it's clear. If we're found sneaking about like this, we'd be beaten within an inch of our lives. We make it to the next floor, when I see the guard. Samuel finds a cupboard, and we both squeeze in. Good. He didn't see us. We make it to their room. Yet again, they have the heating. I hear the both of them snoring loudly. It's disgusting. Fitting for this pair of pigs.
"Wait," Samuel points to the slightly open door. It has a tripwire alarm. Others must have tried to take some food in the past. He uses our pair of scissors to cut the wire, silencing it. We creep in. There they are, snoring, their huge bellies rising and falling. In the corner of the room, the stash sits. It's as tall as the room, a mountain of precious food. We each take two handfuls, and creep back out. We manage to get back to our room, and have a midnight feast.

"That was amazing! I didn't know it'd be that easy!" Samuel begins to laugh between mouthfuls of bread,
"Keep your voice down, we'll get caught!" I whisper in a hushed voice, but my grin says otherwise. Neither of us could care right now, we finally have some food. And now we know how, we'll have a feast every night.

"Elektra, you there?" Luke waves his hand at me from the tree. I must have zoned out again. I climb up, and I see a path of branches. How convenient. Luke disarms another trap, and Samuel lets me go in front of him.

We manage to make it to a clearing. And there, on the side of the road is an open manhole. The sun's beginning to creep up from the horizon. Luke jumps out of the last tree, and walks over to the manhole. He jumps down. I walk over, and watch Samuel walk over. But I'm too late to do anything. Too late to warn him of the tripwire. Too late to get him out of the way.

Too late to stop the axe burying itself in his skull.

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