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 of them is to not fall for any of the other tributes.

And that's exactly why I am screwed.


16. Day 7

Hunter's P.O.V


I looked over at Imogen. She was still laying there quietly. Her eyes were closed and she looked peaceful, almost calm. But I knew a million things were running through her mind. It was going to be hard to leave her, she was so beautiful. I knew I had to do it though. I couldn't let Imogen die so I was going to sacrifice myself. She didn't want me too but there was really no other option. I stared at the trees sadly, longing to be with my family. I was never going to see them again. Tears sparked in my eyes but I wiped them away. Imogen began to stir but her eyes still remained closed. I moved over to her and began playing with her hair. A slight smile played on her lips. I let in and kissed her fore head gently. 
"You hungry?" I asked. Clumsily standing up. 
"Not really. If I eat anything I think I will throw up," Imogen explained sadly. I was starving, but I wasn't going to leave Imogen here alone and I knew she didn't feel like walking. I sat down on our log and Imogen lay down again. Shutting her eyes with a concentrating expression on her face. She was so beautiful. 


I lit a fire as soon as it began getting dark. I was about to wake Imogen up when something caught my eye. A strange contraption was flying towards me. I caught it cautiously, this could be a trick. The cold smooth metal tickled my skin. It was a parachute! I nearly stumbled back in surprise, what was Harry trying to help us with? I shook Imogen awake and she nearly pounced when she saw the parachute. An excited expression flashed in her eyes. She grabbed it out of my hands shaking with curiosity. We slipped open the lid and found a note. 
It read: Enjoy your last night together, while you can! 
I shivered at the message. What was that supposed to mean? Imogen frowned but shrugged it off. There was a small gift underneath the note. It was light weight and had decorations all over it. The wrapping paper was bright pink with deathly black skulls drawn on it. Imogen tore of the paper tossing it aside. Inside was a plastic see through box, with a bright green bow and a Capitol logo. I took off the lid and we found two rows of chocolates. They were a deep brown  with colourful swirls all over them. My mouth began watering as I remembered the taste of melted chocolates. 

Imogen and I dug into the chocolates. Everyone had a different flavour and everyone surprised me. We stuffed our faces, Imogen looked so pleased. When we were done we lay in the grass staring at the stars. Finding constellations. We hadn't seen the Capitol logo and dead faces for a while now. I am surprised the game makers haven't unleashed something on us yet! Imogen nuzzled her head into my chest, breathing heavily. For some reason I had the feeling she was about to cry.


Imogen's P.O.V


The flavours of the chocolates were still fresh in my mouth. But the message was also fresh in my mind. I felt my cheeks turning hot and a lump in my throat begin to form. Tears sprung in my eyes and Hunter gave me a comforting hug. 
"What's wrong?" he whispered. 
"That's just...I-I-I don't know," I stuttered. Hunter stiffed uncomfortably. 
"Imogen you know what I am going to do. I have to sacrifice myself," he said sadly. I began shaking and sobbing uncontrollably. 
"You can't do that. I already lost Luke, I can NOT loose you too!" I cried. Tears formed in Hunter's eyes as well and they began rolling down his cheeks. We sat there in silence, crying into each others arms. These games were torture! After a while Hunter calmed down and looked me directly in the eyes. 
"Please just trust me," he said softly, hiding away his fears. He kissed me lightly but meaningfully. 


That night I fell into a rough sleep. My fears coming true in my dreams. The only thing keeping me from totally collapsing was Hunter.
Hunter and the warmth of his body pressed against mine. 



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