The 1st annual Hunger Games

The very first time the Capitol hosted the inhumane slaughters of young people, they only picked children of District 13. The price for being left alone. A price District 13 was willing to pay. (HungerGamesCompetition, word count; 3052)

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1. Chapter 1

 

     

      The last thing I remember was the sudden pain. My body still aches, and I feel constricted. I tentatively open my eyes and a sharp, white light blinds me. After a few moments of being able to see nothing my vision starts clearing, and I find myself in a very white room, on some kind of bed with a harsh lamp just above me. Panic sets in, and I try to sit up, but my body is being tied down. After struggling for a moment I give up, realising it's useless. I hear a whimper, and turn my head to the side. There is a white cloth separating me from whatever is on the other side, but I can tell from the shadows that there's another bed with someone else in. 

      "Hallo?" my throat is dry, and for some reason my call is no louder than a loud whisper. I can see the other person stiffening. After a few seconds, it became clear that whoever was on the other side wasn't going to answer. "It's okay, I won’t hurt you. Who are you? Do you know where we are?" This time I call a little louder. The person behind the cloth sniff's, and I know that whoever it is, they've just become a little more comfortable with my presence. 

"My name is Dagmar, what's yours?" I hear a few more sniff's and rustling sheets. "My name is Bree." It was little girl. There was no mistaking it. A scared little girl. 

"Hi Bree, are you okay?" I made sure to make my tone soft and comforting.

"Yeah, but I cant move, I have been tide down." So both Bree and I where bound here, for God knows what reason. "Me too. Do you know where we are?" I felt anxious. I really had no idea where we could be. Everything in the room  was white, and I didn't know any place like this back home. We could be anywhere. This could be an infirmary, as well as an execution chamber. 

"No, I just woke up and I was here. I don't even really remember what happened before." Bree was sniffing again, and I could only guess from her shaky voice that she was crying. 

"Shh, don't cry, everything's going to be okay." I told her in the most soothing voice I could muster, anxiety setting into me as well. 

"You sure?" Bree asked, sounding like she was fighting back diminishing tears.

"Yeah, I promise you that no matter what, I will make sure that nothing will happen to you." 

 

 

 

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