Blood Splattered Beauty [A Hunger Games Fanfiction]

Fourteen years, or 5,110 days or 122,724 minutes I’ve trained, strategized and prepared for the next 30 seconds, and I’ve been reminded of it every day. For my entire life I’ve made sure to be the fastest and the strongest compared to the ten of us that are left. Out of all of us, my blood lust is by far the highest. I need to get this. This is the one chance I’ll ever get, or my life has been a waste.

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1. The Reaping

Fourteen years, or 5,110 days or 122,724 minutes I’ve trained, strategized and prepared for the next 30 seconds, and I’ve been reminded of it every day. For my entire life I’ve made sure to be the fastest and the strongest compared to the ten of us that are left. Out of all of us, my blood lust is by far the highest. I need to get this. This is the one chance I’ll ever get, or my life has been a waste.

 

Our escort, Torius, announces, “As always, ladies first. Now, like in past years, things will not change too much. First volunteer who makes it to the stairs adjacent to me, shall be this years tributes. Try not to hurt each other, ladies.” He says grinning with excitement in his thick capitol accent. “Go!” The man dressed in yellow states. Before the word escapes his rhinestone coated lips, the top ten girls are already charging towards the worn concrete stairs. 

 

Like every year, a fight breaks out. A while back, District 2 had a slight rule change. Because of the massive amount of kids practically begging to volunteer, to spice up your average reaping, they now fight to be chosen. It's every District 2 residents dream to be crowned a victor after slaughtering their share of Panem’s citizens, so naturally, we just looked at it like a bit of extra practice before we get to The Arena.

 

Watching the girls I have trained with my entire life gives me chills. I bite my lip in anticipation. I’m trying to scout out who my fellow tribute will be. Gemma and Carice are both very wise to bet on. Muscular, tall, you can practically see the blood spill with each glimmer of their eye. They’re the closest so far, steps away from the stairs that will seal their fate. Waiting is making me sweat. My eyes are darting with each move. And then it happens.

 

Out of no where, the girl I completely forgot about emerges from a group of fighting girls. In a flash, she sprints to the stairs, flying up them in one swift move. Faysha. This girl is a brilliant fighter, no where near compared to me but I’d say she’d be a good challenge. She’s very fast though. That’s the thing. You have to watch her closely or you’ll end up as one of the capitols throw rugs. She’s the real deal. Her ambition, her passion, her hunger, rivals even that of mine. She wants to see that blood spill just as much as I do. 

 

The crowd roars with Faysha’s unexpected victory. She smiles as Torious places his arm around her. “What’s your name dear?”

 

“Faysha Terrence, eighteen.” She says smirking down at her defeated opponents, head held high.

 

“Wonderful. Now, for our very patient young men. Good luck boys. I won’t bother telling you not to hurt each other. We all know you will anyway.” He laughs along with the crowd. Go!” He screams. But I hardly hear him. I’m sprinting to the stairs, my adrenaline pumping furiously threw my body, aching to reach the stairs, to get one step closer to my crown. Pushing past the guys I’ve grown up with, knowing I’m the one who’ll make it. I’m almost at the stairs when Gregory, the only other man capable of beating me comes darting towards me. He dives at my feet, tripping me, making me land on the cruel feeling dirt. Although he has a hold of my feet, I turn over using all my body weight to get to my back. I then kick furiously. My victorious one being a kick to his jaw. I make my way to my feet, seeing that even my powerful kick did little damage to the thick skulled ape gaining on me. I know he’s getting close so I put my everything into my next few steps until he tackles me from behind. Just like me, he’ll do anything to get this. We know how much it means to each other. I’m a few inches away from the stairs. I can almost touch them, trying to scoot forward. Kicking an elbow back, I nail him in the eye. I hear him cry out, and satisfaction runs threw me. I easily stand up, pushing him off me and get to the much awaited staircase. 

 

I sigh in relief knowing that this is the best day of my life... so far.

 

Torious smiles at me as I stand tall next to him. “And your name, son?” 

 

“Saith Morrow, eighteen.” I feel warm hearing my applause. 

 

“Citizens of District 2, these stairs, this stage, your Justice Building, means so much more then you take it to be. They not only represent our sacrifice, but they are where the first steps of our tributes are taken, and the first steps home that our victors take. Thank them for their bravery, show them they’re appreciated.” There is then a long applause. I can’t help but smile, knowing that in a few weeks, my applause will be stronger. “Faysha, Saith, may the odds be ever in your favor.” 

 
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