Breaking The Arrow

This is a fan fic of the Hunger Games where Gale now has a family of his own and as Katniss and Peeta are in hiding and presumed dead, Gale is now the only officially known surviving rebel and the new President of the capitol wants his spirit broken. He and his family are sent into the Hunger Games however they have been upgraded with even more dangerous obstacles and creatures. The trackerjackers have grown in size and now not only does Gale have to fight but so does his wife and 12 year old daughter. But when his daughter kills her mother by accident, Gale begins to realise he will eventually have to kill HER unless he can get her away and break out.


2. Flint

Eyes open, arms strain. Uncomfortable leather straps make marks in your skin but the pain reminds you why you are here and you need to get out.

"Myrtle! Lucia!"

"Actually my name is Vyn." A tall man in a white suit approached Gale and injected him with a blue liquid. He was immediately fully awake and rejuvinated.

"Where is my wife? My daughter? What have you done with them?!"

"Your wife is safe but we shouldn't have put her in the same room as your daughter." Vyn said with a sly smile on his aged face.

"What do you mean? Let me go!"

"I'm sorry, you're not fully charged. As for your daughter, your wife gave her a small blue tablet. One from your rebellion days so I'm told. Apparently she couldn't bear to kill her daughter in front of everyone so she did is swiftly in the privacy of her prep room. Clever don't you think?" Vyn left the room while Gale, silently fuming, began to twitch. He was emotionless. His wife was a killer and had taken away the only thing he had left. She was nothing. Nothing! And she would be the first to die. But it would be by his hand. "Oh and Gale," Vyn popped his head around the door and Gale turned his blazing eyes to him, "there's someone who would like to see you."



"Where is Gale? Lucia? Take me back, please!" Myrtle's frail body strained against the leather straps as Vyn injected her with a blue liquid. Her body suddenly had new life and she felt a surge of energy pulsate through her veins. She strained again but the leather straps somehow felt tighter.

"I won't ask again. Where is my husband and daughter."

"Oh your husband is quite safe but we shouldn't have put him in the same room as your daughter." Vyn said with that same sly smile. Myrtle did not speak so he continued. "Your husband gave her a small blue tablet. Like the ones he carried around in his rebellion days, so I'm told." He had rehearsed these lines many times and now he would finally get to see the outcome. "Apparrently he couldn't bear to kill her on tv so he did it in the privacy of his own prison. Clever, don't you think?"

Unlike Gale, Myrtle didn't stare motionless and emotionless at the ceiling. She screamed and shouted and strained and screamed some more but not to be let go but to be let at Gale so she could shove a hundred blue tablets down his throat.

"I'm sorry, you cannot leave; you're not fully charged. But there is someone who would like to see you." Vyn walked out and a few seconds later, a thin, ghostly white boy entered the room. He was a little shorter than Vyn and was dressed in a black striped suit. He lifted his head to reveal squinting eyes and a face so pale, you would think his Father was dracula.

"I am President Flint." He said in a strong, controlled voice.

"You, are a boy!"

"Nineteen, actually and I can kill you with one word and I don't have time for Games."

"No, just ones that wipe out families and turn innocent children into murders."

Then he smiled and her stomach lurched. Perfect white teeth with a golden Hunger Games initial tatooed to his front tooth. She shivered before closing her eyes and willed herself to die but it wasn't that easy. She knew what was coming.

"Tomorrow you will be prepped and trained with a group of tributes but not in the same group as your husband. That wouldn't be very wise. There are three groups, eight people in each. Families have been split up and won't see eachother until the games. In two days you will be made up for your interview then the next day you will go into the Games. May the odds be ever in your favour."

The President walked out the door and as he paced down the corridor he smirked as syncronised cries yelled from two opposite rooms "FLIIINNNT!"

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