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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7. Training. Day 2

Imogen's P.O.V

 

My alarm clock rang in my eye. I wearily opened my eyes and walked into the eating hall. Everyone was already there, no surprise though, I was usually late in the mornings. We ate in silence, yesterday evening probably fresh in Destiny's mind. I was about to leave the table when Destiny stopped me. 
"Today your having one on one training sessions with the game makers. Don't, I repeat Don't make a fool of yourself! Or a fool of me," she said through gritted teeth. I nodded slightly. 
"But make sure you surprise them, stand out from the crowd," Harry said. I smiled and realised he was back in the game. He was ready to be a real mentor now. Destiny shot him a glare and I walked of laughing. 
"Don't worry. I will do what I must," I waltzed into my room and got into our training clothes. I had just pulled my shirt over my head when Luke walked in. 

 

"Why are you acting like his?" he asked softly. I stared at him puzzled. "Your acting so relaxed but this is serious Imogen. In a few days we'll be in the arena trying to kill one another," he said more firmly. I smirked, Luke had always been the serious one. I guess sometimes he helped bring me back into reality. 
"Luke I am going to be fine! Really I am not a baby anymore," I replied. He frowned and looked at me seriously. 
"Is this because of that Hunter guy?" he asked. I shook my head a little furiously. 
"Don't be ridiculous, are you jealous?" I said poking my tongue at me. He shook his head and stormed back into his room. 

 

When we got to the training room I realised our "discussion" had made us late. Everyone was there waiting, suddenly a felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around and smiled widely, it was Hunter. He winked and the instructor started talking. She explained that we would continue training a little and then after lunch the game makers wanted to see us. I decided to go to the  berry station first. My father had taught me the basics about which berries where poisonous or not, but there seemed to be some very unfamiliar ones. I got an average score and moved on to camouflage. There was a boy from eight there and he was really good. The designs were nearly perfect when he held it against the tree. Mine on the other hand wasn't as good. I blended in a little but anyone could notice the difference. The boy from eight gave me an encouraging smile and then the instructor gathered us again. We were going to do more training as a group. Today was fighting.

 

They didn't want us to fight each other (yet) so they made us practice with dummies. I slung the sword around dicing up the dummy. It was so easy for myself and the other careers. The weaker ones were having trouble even lifting the weight of the sword. I pitied them and there families back home. It's horrible that children that are lost every year. 
"What some help?" Hunter smirked, knowing I was perfectly fine. He stood very close by me and held his arms around mine, "helping" me life the sword. The instructors and other tributes were staring at us a little confused. I started blushing and stamped on Hunter's foot. He winced and hopped backwards. 
"I will be perfectly fine on my own thank you!" I stated before slicing up the next dummy. We learnt how to use different weapons but soon everyone's stomachs were grumbling. The instructors shooed us out telling us to be back in an hour lined up outside, in district order. 

 

I walked to the elevator and Hunter caught up to me. 
"Wanna see what my floor looks like?" he asked cheekily. I fake laughed and no. 
"Our Capitol guide has already told me off and Luke's disappointed in me. So I figured I should make it up to them. Sorry," I said hurrying before the doors closed. Hunter squirmed in as well. The two tributes from two and one from three stared at us. 
"Your joining the careers right?" the girl from two asked. A knot tied in my stomach. I didn't want to but if I didn't I would probably me there first kill. I nodded slowly. The ones from two smiled. 
"Great! I am Carta and this is Jagger," she said gesturing to the boy. Carta had straight brown hair that fell to her chest and she had brown piercing eyes. Jagger was really tall and had to duck a little to fit into the elevator. He had brown hair that was messed up and green murky eyes. The girl from three was skinny with orange hair, she kept her head down so I couldn't see her features. The elevator came to my level and I got out. 
"See you on the playing field ally," Carta said. She sounded determined and proud. 

 

I turned around to my bedroom and found Hunter sitting on our couch. He was fiddling with his nails. I had nearly forgotten he was there. 
"The careers hey," he said not looking at me. 
"How did you get in here?" I hissing scared for anyone to see. He smiled and dragged me into his lap. 
"You'll let me join to right? So I can protect you," Hunter asked. I wasn't sure, it's not like I couldn't protect myself! 
"Well I don't know. That Carta girl seems stubborn," I answered honestly. He nodded and we sat in silence for a little while. Till Hunter began tickling me. I squealed and laughed, begging him to stop. My sides ached. He was grinning at his triumph. I squirmed trying to get out of his reach. He held my waist tightly though he stopped tickling. He was lying down while I was on top of him. I lent in when there was a cough in the background. 

 

We jumped up startled and sat separately. It was Luke and he didn't look impressed. Maybe even a hint of jealousy. He crossed his arms. 
"It's time for the game makers," he said gruffly walking to the elevator. We followed him and the trip down was silent. Nearly everyone was there so we started lining up. I was at the very front and I was shaking. Suddenly a robotic voice called out "Imogen Henderson." Everyone stared at me as I pushed open the heavy doors. All the game makers were sitting above the training room. They were chatting silently and had a huge feast in front of them. They stopped talking when I walked in and the attention turned towards me. The head game maker nodded and I knew I should take the opportunity when they were all looking at me. I showed my sword fighting skills. I saw the game makers looked a bit bored and some were chatting again. I felt sick, I needed a good score. Suddenly I had an idea, it was kinda stupid but you never know. I began doing cartwheels and moving around showing my agility. Then in the middle of a cartwheel a threw a knife, still hitting directly in the heart. I kept showing off some skills when they applauded. I bowed and walked out the door. 

 

Everyone stared at me again and a grinned as I walked down the corridor. Hunter was about to pull my hand saying to wait for him. But I didn't want to. I kept walking all the way to the elevator and then up to Level 1. I sat and talked with Destiny for a bit, until Luke came back. I asked how he went. 
"I just showed them what I could do, nothing special. Not like I shot an arrow at the pig or anything," he said. I laughed and patted the spot next to me. He looked doubtful but sat down. 
"Are you scared of me or something?" I asked. He shook his head amused. 
"No you've just changed," he replied. We sat in silence for a little bit until Harry crashed through the door. 
"We don't want to miss it! Turn on the TV," he cried flopping down beside Destiny. She flicked on the TV and Caesar Flickerman appeared on the screen. He was smiling and introducing himself. 
"Now lets see the scores," he boomed and looked at some paper. 

 

"We'll begin with District 1, Imogen Henderson," he began. I felt the air tense and I held my breath. Caesar frowned and talked to someone behind the screen. "11!!" he cried. Everyone cheered and clapped. I breathed out, then joined in smiling. 
"Luke Stephens...10!" Everyone clapped again. These were good scores, good enough to get sponsors. Harry looked pleased and Destiny relieved that we didn't mess up. They went through the other careers, mostly giving out 10s or 9s, they then came to District 4. 
"Sasha Palmer....8" Caesar said nodding. I blocked out the sound only listening to Caesar's annoying accent. 
"Hunter Burke...9." I nodded that was pretty good. I stood up, the rest of the Districts usually got around 7 or 5, sometimes 3! I walked to my room and collapsed on the bed. Tomorrow was our interviews. I was first up and I had to be good enough. Edgy, kind, fierce. I sighed going through every option. I wanted to stand out, be remembered. 

 

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