The Hunger Games?!

Hi. My name is Britnee and I'm in the Hunger Games. I was sent here with an obnoxious boy named Niall. My parents, Katniss and Peeta, have faith I will survive. They told me that if I "fall in love" with Niall like they did with each other, then I have a better chance of survivng... But the thing is, my cousin Liam and my friend Zayn are tributes as well. I meet Louis at some point along the way and we both have a mutual hate towards Harry... But I'm not too sure it's hate I feel towards Harry...

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17. Louis Girl

When the canon sounded, I ran straight for the center of town square. New York has been unoccupied for nearly two hundred years, but I know my way around, thanks to history lessons. 

I heard someone run up behind me, breathing heavily. I turned and pulled my pocket knife out. "Don't you dare," Louis smirked. "Lou!!!" I jumped into his arms and froze when a girl slowly walked up behind him. I pushed Louis off and pointed my knife tip at her. "Don't move," Louis looked at me and sighed uncomfortably. "Brit, this is my friend, Bliss." I paused. "Oh... Okay." She smiled sweetly, showing off her dimples.We stood there awkwardly for a good two minutes before a canon shot off. Two, three, four, five, six, seven. 

The capitals anthem played loudly, a screen showing the dead tributes to the rest of us. I felt my heart squeeze in my chest... None of them died. 

We all spun around when we heard someone run into the square loudly, dragging something behind them. Zayn. Zayn ran up to us and he was dragging a bleeding person behind him. "Fuck," he mumbled. "You guys wanna help?! Or you all just going to sit there like a bunch of bloody cats caught your tongues?" I sighed and walked over to him slowly, stopping when I saw who he carried. I expected to see Harry but instead... Niall. Niall was drenched in blood with a big "H" carved into his chest. 

"I know who did this, I whispered. Everyone looked at me and I bit my tongue to keep from crying out. "Harry. He's sending us a message." Zayn looked at me, his eyes wide. "And what kind of message would this be?" I paused, looked at Nialls delicate eyelids. "He's warning us, guys," I looked up at them, tears streaming down my face. "The games have begun. Only, this game is more than a game to him..."  

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