The Never Ending Games

The capital is hungry for more districts and tributes for their games and invade England and Ireland, adding districts 14 and 15. Niall Horan must win the games but one of his best mates, Louis, is also in the games. They must face the dangers ahead in order to win. Will their friendship be able to survive the games?

Bri has missed her best friend who supposedly died in the war. But when she becomes a tribute in the games, does she find out the truth? Read to find out.

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1. The fall

~ Niall's P.O.V. ~

I stood on the remains of my once great country. What was left of Ireland was just a few fallen building and blackened grass. Brick and rock was scattered across the ground.  I watched as the last flames were distinguished and the remains smoldered and smoked.

I heard footsteps behind me and felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to see my mom and my brother clinging to her side. I looked to the ground and felt a tear drip down my face. Not only was my country gone but so was my dad. If it wasn't for this war my father wouldn't be dead. It was all stupid America's fault!

The Capitol wanted more districts for their games, so they attacked Ireland and England. I had heard about the games before; the savage fight between 26 tributes and the 13 districts. The Capitol had once again allowed District 13 to rise from being outlaws. I hadn't thought about it that much before because Ireland wasn't involved until now. I mean, I had heard about Katniss' rebellion and the Mockingjay stuff, but I had never really cared.

Even though Ireland was defeated, I could still hear the raging battle in England. I hoped the lads were all right. I could just imagine Louis defying the Capitol in Doncaster, Liam helping the children in Wolverhampton, Zayn thinking of an escape plan in Bradford, and Harry fighting back with what was left of his energy to defend Cheshire.

I sat down on the blackened ground and cried. I cried until a group of peace keepers marched over to us. They forced me of of my feet and marched me into some sort of hover craft. I watched as they did the same to the rest of the living people. I would say about 25% of Ireland's population was killed. I looked in horror at the people who were either badly injured, got some sort of disease, or were at the edge of dying. Why would the Capitol do this to us? I already knew the answer.

I shivered as the air craft began to rise. I knew where it was heading. America.

~ Louis's P.O.V. ~

I was here in Doncaster and I was practically spitting at the peacekeepers. I wasn't going to go down without a fight. I was throwing insults at every single one of the peacekeepers. Seeing my city in ruins only made me more angry. Stupid Americans! Why did they have to be so demanding and controlling? Why cant they be happy with the 13 districts they already have? I already knew the answer to that. They were greedy and hungry for power and would take any opportunity to make their nation bigger.

I had heard that Ireland was already captured and beyond saving. That the 75% of people still living were taken to America in a hover craft. I spat at the nearest Peacekeeper. "You better hope that Niall is ok! If I find him dead or even injured you'll have me to deal with!" I yelled. He just laughed and punched me in the gut. I was already low on energy and every punch hurt even more.

I felt like I was about to pass out when the building next to me blew up in flames. I watched through squinted eyes as the building crumbled to the ground. Slowly my surroundings blurred, then went completely dark.

~1 hour later~

I woke up to see my surroundings had changed. I was contained inside a metal place of some sort with seats and a lot of people.  I realized that I knew some of these people. They were people from Doncaster. My mom hovered above me. "Are you ok?" She asked worried.

"Yeah. I think so." I moaned as I tried to move.

"Stay there don't move." She told me.

"Where are we?" I asked sleepily.

"In some sort of hover craft. I think we are being taken to America." She told me softly.

"What!?" I yelled. "You mean we lost the war?" She frowned at the ground and nodded.

I lowered my head. I failed. I failed my city. I failed my country. I should've been able to stop them. Now England would just become a district. A worthless, new district. We will have to participate in the games and do what the Capitol says. I never thought I'd live to see the fall of England.

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