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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17. Day 8

Imogen's P.O.V

 

I woke up with a pounding head and blurry vision. I froze as I made out a figure sitting on a rock beside our supplies. I was totally paralysed as I realised who it was. That figure and those muscles could belong to only one person, Jagger?! His eyes locked into mine, piercing through me. A cold, angry look. Hunter stirred and I kicked his leg so he woke up. He also froze as he saw Jagger. Even though they had the same about of muscle strength Jagger was much taller than Hunter. Everyone sat in silence. 
As Jagger walked out of the light I studied his face properly. He looked completely crazy. With a blood shot eyes and a disturbing grin. His hands, hair and face were covered in blood. Suddenly Jagger lunged towards Hunter and he laughed at our puny attempt to defend our selves. Hunters head was clasped in between Jagger's strong arms. Panic began jittering through me. 
"I am a goner anyway," Jagger began to menacingly laugh. This was not the nice Jagger I had once met. The games had turned him into a monster. 
"I need to have one last kill," he said coldly tightening his grip around Hunter's neck. 

 

Hunter's P.O.V

 

My throat was dry and pain was shooting through my whole body. Imogen was on the verge of tears and she was shaking miserably. She was pleading with Jagger to spare my life. But what was the point, I was going to have to die anyway. 
"Please Jagger calm down," Imogen began.
"Don't kill Hunter. Your not like this, I know you," she said but he shrugged her off. Squeezing tighter. Imogen was properly crying now, sobbing out every last tear she had left. 
"I have to do this idiot!" Jagger shrieked. I felt the cold metal of a knife against my throat. Blood trickled down my shirt and I screamed out in agony. Jagger let me go and I collapsed in pain. I saw Imogen's expression, a mixture of hurt, pain, sadness but mostly anger. She was shouting  but I couldn't make out the words. She grabbed her knife and with out hesitation plunged it through Jagger's heart. He fell to the ground in front of me. A pool of blood spilling out of his chest. A canon fired. The pain with in me grew stronger, at least Imogen would win now. 

 

She ran over and held my head in her lap. Shaking her head begging for me too hold on. But I couldn't. I tried to say something but ended up gaging. Imogen couldn't stop shaking and she was shouting to the game makers. Throwing random insults at the sky. I tried to get her attention again. I already felt myself slowly withering away, I had too tell her. I grabbed her wrist trembling. I looked into Imogen's terrified deep eyes. Making sure the blue was all I saw. The words couldn't form in my mouth, slowly I managed to make out the words.

 

Imogen's P.O.V

 

Hunter held my hands very unsteadily. He was scared but knew what was going to happen, I didn't want to face it. Fresh tears rolled down my face. When were they ever going to stop? Hunter began coughing horribly. Coughing up blood. 
"Your beautiful Imogen, don't let anyone tell you otherwise. I love you," he whispered as he fell. He was now out of my reach, he was dead. I screamed as the canon fired. A mono-tone voice began to tell me I had won the games. But I shut him out. Weeping over Hunter's dead body. 
The droning sound of hover craft erupted above me. Slowly dropping to the ground in front of me. Five Peacekeepers had to come and drag me inside it. I wouldn't leave Hunter's body with them until I got home, it wasn't safe with these monsters. Suddenly a blur of colour pulled me into a huge hug. The smell of over sweet perfume filled my nose, it was Destiny. Her make up was a completely destroyed and smudged all over her face. It looked as if she had been crying. I probably looked a million times worse though. 
"We insisted on coming to get you," she said firmly. 
"I couldn't bear watching you suffer like that, losing Luke and Hu-" she stopped seeing my distraught expression. Destiny was annoying and wined about everything, but she was the only comforting face I saw so I followed her. 

 

She showed me over to a row of couches. They were white and looked uncomfortable. Harry and Daniel were both sitting there, with sorrow expressions. I collapsed into Daniel's arms, he was the only one I fully trusted at the moment. 
"It's alright, calm down," he whispered. But it wasn't alright and he knew that perfectly well. Harry kept giving me pitiful glances. We hadn't talked that much but he was from my District, my home. Suddenly a few more Peacekeepers walked into the room, someone old and important was behind them but I couldn't see who. The strong smell of roses and blood over whelmed me. I wanted to thrash around and shout but something stopped me. Soon I was fast asleep against the white uncomfortable couches. 

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