The 55th Hunger Games

Whisp Rivendell, a spunky girl from district 2 was first noticed as a child working in the factories. She one day got fed up with the peace keepers watching her and killed one that was about to whip her. the children in the factory cheered. But the peacekeeper army at district 2 didn't. Her sentence? death, but her family begged the head peace keeper until he raised the punishment. The Rivendells thought the worst was over but it only had just begun. that year at the reaping there was only one name in the girl's reaping bowl. It was Whisp's. Happy Hunger games! and may the odds be EVER in your favor!


5. Into The Arena

   I wake up early the day of the games to find a simple black t-shirt and pants lying on the end of my bed. The t-shirt doesn't offer much protection but the pants are thick and stretchy which will be great. I change into this quickly being sure to check if it fits right. I go and wash my face with warm water and brush my tangled hair. Before I know it Chey is at my door with Mason telling me its time to board the hovercraft. I stroke my leather bracelet from home pushing away sad faces and memories then I walk out the door. "Ok guys follow me." Chey says as we head towards the elevator. Veeva bids us a last goodbye and hopes that one of us will return shortly. Then the doors close, I'm trapped now. I can't get out of this. I will be going to the hunger games. Chey talks to both of us about last minute tips but i toon her out and focus on my plan. Then just like that the elevator opens and i'm in bright sunlight, A hovercraft waits for us on the cement. I look at Chey, "Anything else?" i ask sarcastically. "Fight with your heart, not with your strength. Strength will fail you but hearts stay strong." Chey says. She nods at me then turns to Mason. I roll my eyes and head towards the hovercraft.


  The tributes all sit in silence as the hovercraft leaves the ground. A capitol nurse or who ever comes around and inserts trackers into each tributes arm. When she comes to me I hold out my arm and wait for the sharp pinch. But she just stares at me for a couple seconds with her dull grey eyes. "Whisp..." She says almost remembering a name. "Your the one that we need to make it out." she says quietly so almost nobody can hear. i nod and she inserts the tracker moving on to Mason. When she inserts it into him he flinches and gives a small whimper. I raise a eyebrow at him and the careers laugh, some others laugh to. I guess he was just made a instant target by showing a soft side. Then i notice a small smile and a gleam in his eye. Its a act. The weakness... The poorness... its just a act! He's really just waiting to show off in the arena. he catches my gaze and smiles. "You disgust me." I say but i can't help but be a bit impressed. The windows close within minutes, The rest of the ride I sit in the darkness examining my other fellow tributes.


   I walk into a tiled room below the arena and see my stylist there. "Oh thank god." i say throwing myself into a hug with him. He instructs me to eat the fruit platter he brought me. I choke it down not saying a word next he gives me a drink that tastes about like a trash can. But he says it will give me energy and stuff so I gulp it all down. Next he gives me a coat. It's a bit like a windbreaker but it also holds heat in. The color is a dark green so It will defiantly help me blend into the trees, that's if we have trees anyways. "Nobody is your friend okay? Don't let anybody be your allies unless you fully trust them. You can fight fist to fist so go to the bloodbath. You'll survive trust me. Then find a good camp and use your skills" He instructs zipping me up. I nod and let him do a loose braid down my back. "Can you help get sponsors?" I say suddenly fearful. "You don't need sponsors. But i'll Try." He says. He walks me over to a metal plate and I stand on it. "I never got your name!" I say as the doors start to shut. "Titan." He says smiling. Titan. Titan sounds familiar. Then it hits me. Titan is my Uncle's name. My uncle that ran away to the capitol. I dress my hand against the closed glass door and yell to him but he can't hear me its too late. My family thought he was dead! The capitol probably found out he snuck in and found a way to make it look like he belonged there. Probably some security thing. The metal plate starts rising up and my mind drifts away to the day at the factory...


  The man comes down a row and sees a little girl resting, the girl is to little for the factory but our family's can't help it. the man raises his whip. One lash. Two lashes. Three lashes. by now everybody is staring as the weak little girl falls unconscious to the floor. It would only take five lashes to kill a girl as weak as her. Four lashes. I stand up and run to the man from behind. my anger takes over and i reach for his neck. My strong arms snap it and he falls over screaming. I can tell right away he is going to die. He hits the floor hard and he goes out cold. The neck snapped the brain damaged. He will be dead in a few hours.


  My mind comes back to focus as i scan my arena. 24 of us are facing the cornucopia. I see a set of throwing knives, I see 2 daggers, and i see a dark green backpack. That's all I need. 60 seconds left. I scan the area the around me. a field. A wide open, no coverage field. There are a cluster of trees behind me though, and far head of my are tall grass plains and hills. The forest looks best to me. so that's where I'll go. 20 seconds left. My hind drifts to home. Sweet faces at home. stillness in the town in work hours. The small park that had taller tree's then the factory. 10 seconds. i regain me thought and balance me feet. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Lets Play This Game.  

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