Trust Me

"Citizens of the ark. Reaping day has come again. The day where we send 24 of our juvinile delinquents down to Earth to fight to the death until a soul victor remains. This victor will be pardoned of all their crimes and be free to live among the rest of us for as long as they shall live. The lucky 24 who are sent down will be faced with the challenges not only poised by eachother. But by the Earth itself, and its inhabitants that have made it impossible for us to go down ourselves."

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1. Chapter 1

Clarke groaned as her final piece of chalk finally gave way and crumbled into a small pile of ashes in front of her. Granted it had worn down enough that her finger nails were forced to scrape along her hard metal floor, but when in jail anything you can use to pass time becomes your most valued possession. Nothing can be worse than being left with your own thoughts.

 

Pulling herself up, Clarke stretched out her limbs, clicking her joints as the started getting used to being used again. She trod carefully over to her bed, careful not to smudge her newest piece of art; once she got there she crossed her legs, resting her chin in the palm of her hand, and let her eyes dance around the picture she had created. It was framed in a circle, the bottom half full of grass and flowers surrounding a large tree with strong branches, filling the sky with its presence. Sighing, Clarke looked over to the wall on her left and counted the tallies quickly in her head.

 

10, 11, 12-. 12. 12 months since she had been arrested. 12 months since the last hunger games. Her heart began to beat rapidly as Clarke counted the days in her head until she landed on the date she was so scared to come across. May 14th. Reaping day. A buzz overcame Clarke. Was she excited? Scared? Desperate to get out of this cell no matter what the consequences may be? Either way, the thought of being sent...to Earth, was all she could think about.

 

As if on cue, her cell door was flung open, crashing against the back wall causing clouds of chalk to bubble up from the shaken walls as two armed guards walked into the the small room..
“Prisoner 319 place your hands behind your back” one of the guards commanded, striding towards her with a pair of handcuffs ready in his hand. Clarke stood up slowly and followed his orders, waiting for him to reach her. As he tightened the thick, dark handcuffs around her thin, pale wrists, he began muttering something into a walkie talkie on his shoulder, keeping Clarke stationary facing the open door.

 

Clarke watched as the second guard, who was clearly only there for backup or training purposes, moved carelessly around the room looking at her art work. As he noticed her new picture on the floor, he reached out with the toe of his boot and smudged at the border.

“Hey! Be careful!” Clarke yelled, tugging away from her hold slightly. She didn't have many things to be proud of in her life, but her drawing was definitely one of them.

 

“HEY!” The guard behind her yelled, causing her to jump slightly as he pulled sharply on her cuffs. “DO NOT VERBALLY ATTACK AN OFFICER”

Clarke opened her mouth to reply, but she was pushed forwards before she could get a word out. Before she knew it she was out the door in the first time in a year. Peering around, she saw rows and rows of cells above and below her, teenagers being pulled out of them and pushed down the corridors. Before she could get a decent look of the place, Clarke was submerged into a large crowd of adolescents, any hope of seeing the place she lived was eradicated.

 

She continued walking with the bustle of people for at least 10 minutes until the crowd began to disperse slightly. Once she could see what was going on again, Clarke realised she was in some sort of large hall, rows and rows of seats laid out facing a large stage that seemed to be forged of the same metal that created the walls and floors of the Ark. Clarke was taken to a section that seemed to consist of girls who seemed around her age before being pushed roughly into an isle seat. The loud conversations around her quickly died down as a tall figure walked across the stage to a mic in the centre.

 

“Jaha?” Clarke whispered to herself as she looked to the man who was like a second father to her once her own died. Before he was strong with a handsome face and bright eyes. Now his beard was grey, his physique frailer and his eyes were clouded over and sad.

 

“Citizens of the ark. Reaping day has come again. The day where we send 24 of our juvenile delinquents down to Earth to fight to the death until a soul victor remains. This victor will be pardoned of all their crimes and be free to live among the rest of us for as long as they shall live. The lucky 24 who are sent down will be faced with the challenges not only poised by each other. But by the Earth itself, and its inhabitants that have made it impossible for us to go down ourselves.” Jaha breathed a sad sigh before continuing his speech. “200 years ago, when all humans lived on Earth, after a great war the hunger games was invented. 75 years later a young woman who went down in the history books named Katniss Everdeen attempted to put a stop to the games and was successful until her.......untimely death in the war 25 years later. The war that sent us here. Once the Earths atmosphere was safe 60 years later we vowed to uphold the tradition of the hunger games for as long as we are a surviving species by giving these delinquents an opportunity to be spared of death on their 20th Birthday and survive. Now. Its time to pick the tributes of the 165th Hunger Games.”

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