How the Hunger Games Started

This is about a time before the hunger games. This is how the hunger games started. It is different to how the book says.


23. The Victor

He pulls me closer, ready to stab me. Quickly I pull the knife out, the one I had been hiding and without thinking twice, plunge it into him. He staggers back, the knife still in him. The canon sounds three times, but Theo is still alive.

"I'm so sorry." I say genuinely. "Please, I'm so sorry." 

He looks at me in horror, and quickly throws the knife he was holding, I didn't know he had such a good aim. As he falls to the ground and the canon sounds, I realize what I have done. I look at my hands, stained with dark red blood. My hands tremble as I reach for the knife in my stomach. I try to pull it out but it hurts so much that I have to give up. The shock stops me from screaming out. It's only then that I realize that Adam must have killed them. We could have been together. 

I hear his footsteps in the distance. 

"Aria." he calls, only meters away from me. 

I let out a groan and fall to the floor. 

"What happened?" He shouts, rushing to my side. 

I gesture to Theo's lifeless body. 

"I...I killed him." The words send a shudder down my spine. 

"Help!" he shouts as my screams of pain echo in the forest around us. 

"They'll come!" He reassures me. "They have to have their victor."

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of the 1st Hunger Games...Adam Mellark" 

A shiver rushes down my spine, everyone must think I'm dead. Then comes the loud sound of engines. The medics surrounding me. Adam is pulled away as he shouts...

"You promised she'd be safe, you promised!" 

I hear people around me, they attach me to the machines and again, like in my cell, I can hear a reassuring bleep. 

"No." I try to push them away, before I feel a sharp prick in my arm. Black dots creep in from the corners of my eyes, leaving me blind to my surroundings before everything goes silent.

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