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A Whole New Game- Chapter 1 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 1: The Reaping
"Athena? Can you watch Samantha tonight? Your father and I are going out for a bit."
"Yeah, sure mom." I reply.
I don't know where exactly they go, I only pray that they are safe. My parents are part of a secret organization who's goal is to overthrow the Capitol. What my parents do is dangerous and we have to be careful, everyone is a potential predator, everywhere could potentially be the last place they ever see.
I sigh as I turn toward my little sister in her cradle. Only two months old, and still I would do anything for her. She sighs in her sleep.
Something about her gives me chills. The way something can be so small and fragile, but still so alive, so young and full of life...it's baffling.
I peer out the window, I see my parents get out of the car. Something is very wrong. I see a Peacekeeper come out of the backseat, holding a gun to their heads. I freeze, stuck, as if the entire universe put on pause. They are arguing. I know I should mo
A Whole New Game- Chapter 4 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 4: Lover Boy and Fire Girl
I walk bitterly behind Glimmer, as we venture even deeper into the vast forest. I clench my fists as she walks past me to join Cato up at the front of our little herd. They whisper quietly for a moment, and flips her hairs once again before giggling with delight.
"Would you shut up ?" I snap.
Glimmer turns her head dramatically, flipping her hair again. She looks at me with a mock pout plastered on her stupid face.
"What's wrong, Emerald?" She says sarcastically in her awful high-pitched voice.
"It's Eleanor. My parents preferred not to give their child and unreasonable and idiotic name. Sorry I can't say the same for you."
Before I can continue, a silhouette strides forward from the trees. I instinctively put my hand on my sheath, but as the anomaly strides into the light, I chuckle. It's the pathetic boy tribute from District 12.
"Wait," he says noticing our hands on our weapons, "I want to help."
Of course you do. Glim
A Whole New Game- Chapter 2 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 2: Training
I wonder if Sammy's okay. They better be taking good care of her.
It has been almost a week since I have seen my beautiful baby sister. The train ride to the Capitol, the opening ceremonies, the preparations, it all seems like a blur. She is the only thing to me, the only thing I think of as I enter the training facility for our first day of real preparation.
I have never been in a place with so many deadly objects. Any number of the things in here could draw blood with a single touch. I hate to imagine how fast they can sever entire limbs, or heads for that matter.
Not many of the other tributes have arrived yet, the kids from Districts 1, 2, 7, and 11. The rest must still be on their way.
I previously decided that my tactics for the Games would mainly involve hiding, avoiding the other tributes until absolutely necessary. In order to do this, I have to keep my distance from them and brace myself for any kind of condition or s
A Whole New Game- Chapter 5 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 5: Sparks
I lay on the firm ground and stare up at the twinkling stars. Just think Eleanor, by this time tomorrow we will have killed 12, and without her we won't be needing Lover Boy anymore, so we can kill him too. Tomorrow is going to be a fun day. But until then you should get your beauty rest. Not that you need it.
I shift uncomfortably on the hard ground. I glance over to see Marvel, Glimmer, Clove, and Lover Boy, all sleeping comfortably. I groan as yet another rock manages to prod me in the back.
"Can't sleep?" asks Cato, who had taken first watch.
"No," I reply, "I guess I'm just not used to it yet."
"Yeah," he replies blankly.
We sit in silence for a few minutes. I sit and stare at the fire, my eyes following the waves of radiation and heat. Cato sticks the end of his sword in the fire, making it red hot, before extinguishing it in the dirt with a wsss sound. After a few minutes of this, he speaks up.
"What's it like back in Four?" he
A Whole New Game- Chapter 3 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 3: The Bloodbath
The interviews, our scoring, training, and forming the alliance in the training center. It all seems like such a blur.
This is it. This is the day that innocent children will die because of me. Might as well do the job myself, before they do it for me. At least I will end it quickly, no suffering. Just a quick flick of the wrist, that's all it takes. A stab through the heart is much faster than infection, or bleeding to death.
I think of my allies. Cato and Marvel, Glimmer and the girl from 4, all ready for the slaughter. They kill because they have to; I will kill to put them out of their misery, and to put me out of mine. The misery of knowing that 23 deaths will all be on my hand, a destiny I cannot control.
I hear the coundown begin, and climb into the glass tube, preparing myself for the oncoming slaughter.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the glass doors seal around me. This is it; ther
A Whole New Game- Chapter 6 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 6: Tracker Jackers
I jolt awake and whip my head around. I count all of our allies, making sure no one is about to try to sneak attack me. Lover Boy sleeps on, leaning against a nearby tree. Clove lays next to Marvel, curled into his arms, and Cato sits a ways away, his snores rattling the forest. Even Glimmer rests, motionless in her place by our extinguished fire.
Must have been my imagination.
Then, the sound of unmistakable buzzing fills my ears. Tracker jackers. I let out a bloodcurdling scream as hundreds of the golden monsters stab my body. My allies are up within seconds, the thousands of tiny insects moving toward them as they awaken and run.
Clove, Marvel, and Lover Boy flee off in the direction of the lake, shrieking as they are attacked by the swarm. Glimmer begins to scream as the main cloud of creatures surrounds her, a second one entangling me in a haze of gold. I fall to the ground, convulsing as every inch of my b
A Whole New Game- Chapter 8 -A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 8: Sick and Twisted
I awaken to the sound of my stomach growling. I find myself curled into Cato's arms, resting comfortably on the ground. I shift, snuggling closer to him, but my stomach snarls louder, threatening to waken Cato.
My pack only has weapons in it, maybe Cato has something in his. I squirm out of his grip, careful not to wake him. I shuffle sleepily over to the large green backpack, unzip it, and dig through its contents expectantly. I push away multiple knives and a set of matches, but nothing else. Good to know you came prepared, Cato.
I spy the small pond from yesterday, and decide to go fishing. Being the mayor's daughter we never really had a reason to learn to fish, we had people do that for us. How hard can it be?
An hour later, two mediocre sized fish, and all of my clothes sopping wet tells me, very hard.
"I thought people from District 4 were supposed to be good at fishing," chimes Cato's voice. I turn to find him sit
A Whole New Game- Chapter 9- A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 9: Splitting and Stealing
As I turn the corner and enter a small clearing, and clench my fists in envy at the scene I come upon. I watch as Clove clings onto Cato. He spins her, and the sound her cacophonous laughter fills the air. Oh what a happy little reuninon. Don't get too excited Clove, Cato's mine now. Finally, he sets her down, her sickening giggles stabbing my ears.
"Were your other two boyfriends just not enough for you?" I snap rudely, "You sure got over them fast. What a pity, Marvel looked rather cozy snuggled up with you yesterday morning." I can see Marvel out of the corner of my eye, his cheeks bursting with red hot clouds of embarrassment.
I smirk as she whips her head around to the sound of my voice, her gray-blue eyes bubbling like pools of hatred. Then she sees me, my nose bruised and broken, and a hideous grin slides on to her face.
"Oh Eleanor, I love what you've had done. Its so decorous! The blood really giv
A Whole New Game- Chapter 7- A Hunger Games Story
Chapter 7: Seeing and Feeling
When I open my eyes, I am met by the face of my father, talking a ways away to a woman from the Capitol, laughing a bit. He turns and notices me, his face lighting up with a toothy grin.
"There's my little victor! Oh Ellie I am so proud!" he gleams.
I begin to take my surroundings. We are in the woods, in what looks to still be the arena, only, it is decorated to the nines. Each individual leaf on every tree glows with a different color, as if we are in a confetti forest. White lanterns hang, despite it being the middle of the day, and matching white tables covered in every kind of food imaginable surround a small pond. Capitol people laugh and my father strides over to me, placing his hands on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear.
"Someone very important would like to meet you!" he bubbles.
A group of Capitol people part, forming a path, and at the end of the path, President Snow. Something is wrong though. His eyes and hair constantly chan
Nervous MovementYou're a dime a dozen in a sea of billions.
Individuality has no significance in numbers so vast.
And while this fact makes looking forward hard
we can't keep living in the past.
You're a nervous movement in a freeze frame scene.
Steady hands won't help hold up such a fragile act.
And while you take your time keeping character
you fake what you can't take back.
With nothing more than a thought we form our actions
and this is where we extinguish the lie they tried to invent.
The lie that we painted our lives without passion
well conclusions are useless with no attempt to commence.
You're a song I can't name stuck in my head.
I've listened to you before and probably will again.
And while I can hum the melody all day long waiting
for it to hit me I still won't know where you've been.
You're a gust that has never changed direction.
Nothing can touch you you're only felt as you brush skin.
And while you can't be stopped nothing lasts
nothing escapes time not even the wind.
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