The 64th Annual Hunger Games.

In Panem there's a game. It's not a pleasant game, it's just sick.
Children are chosen to fight to the death. Killing each other for the prize to be a victor.
Becoming a victor means you are bathed in riches and are made famous throughout all of Panem. I come from District 1 and were one of the richest districts. We're also trained in the art of survival, I am actually quite skilled with knives.
In my district it's supposed to be an honour to compete in the games but in reality I am completely terrified to ever have to enter the arena.
My father once won the games and he has set a bunch of rules for me if I ever do...one of them is to not fall for any of the other tributes.

And that's exactly why I am screwed.

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11. Day 2

Imogen's P.O.V

 

As I suspected I didn't sleep at all last night. I lay in my sleeping bag watching the stars. To my surprise Jagger fell asleep, staying up all night once was enough for him. Or maybe he realised I was awake and thought I could do the job of protecting. The sun had just risen so I decided to re-light the fire again. I finally got a spark when I heard a rustle in the bushes. I grabbed my knife and crept over. Someone was definitely there. I was about to throw my knife when the tribute ran. I only saw a bob of blonde hair before they were gone. Carta stood behind me laughing. 
"Trying to catch a squirrel?" she asked. 
"No actually. There was another tribute in the bushes watching us," I scowled. She stopped laughing with a blank expression on her face. Carta woke up the boys and we ate breakfast. I kept glancing over at the bushes, trying to catch the tribute again. The others were making it difficult, they were jumping around, laughing, shouting. This is the hunger games not a party!  

 

"I expect the game makers will start making a mutation because the games are a bit boring at the moment," Luke joked. The others laughed. 
"Alright then lets go out in the forest and hunt for tributes," Jagger said. Carta was laughing so hard she nearly fell of the log. But I saw the look in her eyes, cold fearless. She was prepared to go "hunt tributes" and kill them painfully. 
"Lets do it, lets make these games more interesting," she exclaimed her eyes gleaming. I shuddered at the thought. Jagger stared at her surprised. 
"You actually want to?" he asked. Carta shrugged. 
"Why not," she smirked. Luke looked excited like he was enjoying the drama. Carta and Jagger, would kill someone with out a thought. I knew Luke and I should have been able to do that as well, but I couldn't I thought it was wrong. Jagger and Carta were preparing to go out in the forest. They were dead serious about this. We gathered our spears, knives, weapons. 
"What are we doing with the other supplies?" I asked. Carta stared at me as if I was dumb. 
"Well your going to carry it of course," she said. I knew she was joking. We gathered the supplies and took a backpack each.
"We'll find a new, better shelter," Jagger said and we set off into the forest. 

 

 Luke's P.O.V

 

Carta and Jagger were dangerous, dangerous in an exciting way. I knew Imogen didn't like them, I could tell by the way she acted and looked. I knew the idea of going out to murder others was bad but this was the hunger games, we had to. We walked for miles through the trees. Imogen dawdling at the back of  the group. Probably wishing she was anywhere but here. I ignored her negativeness and caught up to Carta and Jagger. They were skipping and laughing, Jagger looked annoyed though. He does every time Carta acts stupid. 
"Guy shut up," Imogen hissed. We all turned to look at her. She was pointing a few meters away, there was a girl sleeping in the tree. She had a blonde bob and a long nose. Jagger pulled an arrow back and shot it at the branch above the girls head. She a woke with a start and nearly fell out the tree. A look of panic crossed her eyes and she frowned in fear. Carta began teasing her. 
"If your going to kill her do it quickly!" Imogen said. "Don't taunt her." 

 

Carta glared at her, they really didn't like each other. Carta spat on the ground nodding at Jagger. The girl in the tree looked scared and she began pleading. But it was too late, Jagger shot an arrow at her chest. She slumped out of the tree and landed awkwardly. The girl groaned and clutched her chest. 
"Let's go before the hover craft comes," Jagger said running away. As we ran away the canon fired, signalling she was really dead. Soon we stumbled across a stream. Imogen filled up the water bottles. I splashed my face with water, it was cold and refreshing. 
"Maybe we should just set up camp here?" Carta asked. We all nodded and were about to put out the sleeping bags when Carta screamed. A very tall muscular boy stood in the trees. He was glaring at us. Carta fell to the ground, a spear sticking out of her back. She was groaning and sobbing. Blood was spluttered everywhere she was even coughing it up. Suddenly there was a canon and Carta was dead. 

 

Everyone stared at the boy shocked. I recognised him, he was from 11. Slow but had good aim. He ran towards Jagger arms outstretched. He was aiming for his neck, to strangle him. Jagger dodged and ran into the forest. Before he disappeared he gave me a sad look, saying sorry. The boy from 11 was getting frustrated and he turned to the next tribute he could see. Unfortunately that was me. He ran towards me and before I had time to react, his hands grasped around my throat. Squeezing the air out of my lungs. 

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