Mercy (A Hunger Games fanfic)

Avea Thatcher isn't like most careers from District 4, she has no interest in the games or the fame and glory that come with being Victor. But after her twin sister, Lyra, is executed, her older sister, Xanthe, decides to volunteer for the 56th Hunger Games as a form of suicide. Avea knows she has to be the one to fight in the games if she is to save her sister and keep her family together. Seen as a traitor by the careers, Avea struggles to stay alive in the arena while keeping a vow she made to Lyra and herself to not let anyone suffer before they die.

"Before I black out I make a vow to myself: 'I will never let anyone suffer like she did. I will never let anyone suffer like my sister did.' And then I'm pulled into the blackness."


6. Chapter 5

I sit awkwardly on a cold metal table in nothing but a paper robe that has been left for me. I'm waiting for my prep team, but they haven't shown. The clock slowly ticks by as I get more and more anxious and finally a woman with honey colored hair stacked up on top of her head in the shape of a beehive, she even has at least a dozen bee shaped hair clips in it, and two men, one is bald and has gems implanted in his scalp while the other one has skin died a light shade of blue, tattoos of waves up and down his arms, and seaweed colored hair (guess he gets into the whole District 4 pride thing too) burst into the room excitedly.

The woman jumps up and down and claps her hands excitedly like a child, "Oh my, look at you! You're so pretty! Did anyone ever tell you that you look like a lion? Oh my, where are my manners! I'm Tatiana and you must be Avea!"

I try to get a word in but the man with the blue skin starts blabbing, "I'm Cyprian. I just wanted you to know that District 4 is my favorite District and I am just so excited to get to work with you!" 'Shocker,' I think to myself.

The bald man introduces himself next, "My name is Fabius and I'm here to make you look beautiful!"

"Wow, well, I'm psyched to get to work with you guys too," I lie. They get excited at me saying this and Tatiana starts jumping up and down again.

After, I'm soaked in a strange liquid that removes all of the dirt from my skin, forced into a shower that sprays liquid that burns slightly and removes a few layers of my skin, my hair is scrubbed clean with soap that smells a bit like apples and makes my hair silky smooth, and they've waxed my legs arms, lip, eyebrows, and underarms till the only hair left on me are my eyebrows and the hair growing on my head, my prep team is finally done and they bounce out to go get my stylist.

I once again sit on a cold metal table in nothing but a paper robe waiting. Eventually a woman with incredibly pale skin and a big, frizzy shock of red hair walks through the door and stops in front of me just staring at me. I carefully examine the woman in front of me, she is my stylist and I want to make sure I can trust her. Besides her unnaturally frizzy hair the only strange thing about her is her silver tattoos that run up her arms and neck like vines. The tattoos are confusing I can't really decipher what they are supposed to be or mean.

Apparently the woman has determined that I will do because she introduces herself, "My name is Junia and I'm your stylist."

"I'm Avea," I shake her hand.

"Why don't we get lunch, Avea?" Junia asks and starts walking towards a door not even waiting for my answer.

For lunch we eat a pasta in a creamy sauce with a bunch of tiny chopped vegetables in it; the pasta is amazing and I try to eat slowly so I can savor it, but I can't help it I finish my entire plate before Junia is even half way done with hers. Junia orders dessert for us and when it comes I feel like a little kid. Dessert is a custard topped with rasberries and white chocolate chips. They don't even sell anything close to this in District 4. While we enjoy our dessert Junia starts talking about my costume for tonight's Opening Ceremonies.

"My partner Philo, who is Zale's stylist, and I have decided to go with a classic sailor outfit. You guys are going to look glamorous!" Junia says giddily and I almost choke on a raspberry. I'm not sure how people in the Capital think sailors dress, but if we're dressed like actual sailors we are not going to be glamorous and if we're dressed like the Capital's version of sailors we're just going to look like idiots. I cross my fingers and hope that my stylist isn't as stupid as I think she is.

Tatiana, Cyprian, and Fabius come back to do my hair, makeup, and nails. Fabius curls my hair into small tight curls and pulls the top half up and away from my face while leaving the bottom half down. Fabius then adds a clip shaped like a star fish into my hair and string pearls into a few of the strands. When my makeup is done I see that  has made my green eyes look brighter by adding silver liner beneath my eyes besides that she applied a pale pink lipstick and exaggerated my facial features.

"I just love the ocean," Cyprian chimes even though I doubt he's ever been to the ocean, "You're going to look like the most glamorous sailor!" I look down at my nails; Cyprian painted my nails in a wave design and if I'm to be honest they actually looked pretty realistic. They were beautiful, and when I look up in the mirror I realize that the prep team made me beautiful. This entire time I've tried to be fierce, but being fierce all the time isn't the only way to get sponsors.

Junia comes in with my outfit, a white tunic with silver threads and pearls in it and tight black pant. It looks absolutely nothing like what a sailor would wear and it isn't the best outfit I've seen during the opening ceremonies, but between the outfit, hair, makeup, and nails I look fierce and beautiful. I give Junia and each member of the prep team a hug and thank them before I'm lead to my chariot.

The District 4 chariot is silvery-grey, the color of a storm at sea, and is pulled by matching horses. Zale arrives soon after I do in a similar outfit. We don't say anything we just look at each other, him smirking and me glaring and climb in our chariot. The chariots slowly begin to roll out and I can hear the crowd scream as District 1 parades through the street. District 3 pulls out in front of us in outfits that I think are supposed to be circuits, but I'm not sure. Our chariot pulls out of the stables and the crowd once again goes crazy. My outfit has the beautiful part nailed to a tee, but I need a little fiercer, so I throw my fist into the air and the crowd roars. I motion with my hands for them to be louder and they go crazy, I then pound my right fist against my chest and the crowd goes completely nuts. This goes on till our chariot has pulled in front of President Snow's house. The President makes his speech but I'm not listening instead I'm looking at the other tributes and realizing how ridiculous we look. Some outfits are worse than others, but they are all ridiculous. For instance District 12's coal miner outfit is slightly better than District 7's tree outfit, but still ridiculous.

The chariots pull into the Training Center where we meet our stylists and mentors. We then head up to District 4's floor to prepare for Training. Training is vital, it's where I will make my allies and show off my skills. This is where the Games begin.

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