Let The First Hunger Games Begin

[HungerCatchJay]

Hi! I'm writing this fanfiction, it takes place after the first rebellion. Please let me know what you think and tell me if there are any words spelled wrong or if the grammar is not right. You see I'm not english speaking so I'd love to know.


Chapter 1. Punishment

I don’t know where I am. Or no, I do know exactly where I am; home. But I’m still so far away and a part of me knows it’s a dream. But the majority of my soul and thought want this to be real. So I let it be real for me. The streets are cleaned and our tiny brown colored house look better than ever before. Someone has repaired the roof and one of the windows as well. My father always used to try fixing the roof, but when it rained some drops always felt over here and there.
I close my eyes and when I open them they are there. In front of me, smiling. My father, mother and my little brother River. He is only eleven.
No, I remind myself, he was only eleven. Before they killed him, the capitol.
“How is it?” I ask “To die?”
“Painful for a while, but when the time comes just let go. It’s like falling asleep.” My dad answered. He reaches his hand towards me and I grip it.
“Be strong.”
“What will they do to me?”
My father looks at me with pain in his eyes.
“Im sorry for causing you all this pain. I never should’ve turned against the Capitol. It just ended up with our district blowing up.”
“No” I whisper, “I still believe father, I still believe in what we fought for. In freedom.”
He smiles back at me and a single tear stream down his check. After they bring me in to the house and invite me to lunch. We have really fun, tell each other jokes, laugh, we smile at memories. And we talk about how freaky the citizens in the capitol look. And after a while I feel like it’s time for me to leave.
“Is this real or not?”
River is the only one to answer my question, “I don’t know. It is what you make it to.”

I wake up with a smile on my face, the smile vanishes the same second I realize where I am. Not home. I’m so far away from home, the room I’ve been living in for the last months look the same as usual. After the Capitol won the rebellion they captured me and put me here, I don’t know what they are planning. They give me food three times a day and generous as they are they even send me clothes. Not very remarkable clothes but I was really surprised when I found a pair of grey jeans and T-shirt on my table. Except the table and my bed there’s no other furnishes. The room is colored in white. It’s awfully quiet so I jump up and down to make some noise. I stop because the door opens, people in white clothes walk in. They lock my arms behind my back with handcuffs.
“It’s time Miss Lync.” One of them says.
“Ok.” I say, “What took you so long?”
I can at least die with some effort can’t I? No one answers me but they tighten their grips around my arms. I wonder how they’ll do it, on a stage or in a hidden room? Will they use an axe or will they just shoot me? Maybe, and this is what I really don’t want, they’ll torture me. I try to put all these thoughts aside but it’s hard. We go around in what feels like forever, I try to remember the way back to my room. But we turn so often I forget it, and besides: How am I going to escape anyway? Finally we stop in front of a door and the man who spoke before opens it, after unlocking, my heart pound fast.
I don’t see what I expected to see. There are other children here, some of them in my age. Some elder and some younger. I don’t understand, what are they doing here?
And then a big screen appear in front of us, it plays some clips from the rebellion and then president Snow himself is shown. He talks directly to the camera and I guess this was recorded a while ago.
“Because of the rebellion it’s decided that each year a man and woman from each district are chosen to fight in an arena. The victor are the one who survives. You are honored to compete in the very first hunger games…”

[ayisha]

thet was great i never thought of what the first hunger game would be like as to the grmmer error part you had one
[quote=]after unlocking, my heart pound fast[/quote] this part there should be a "S" at the end of pounds but other that that it was great.

[HungerCatchJay]

Thank you so much! And also thank you for the correction

[ayisha]

mo problem it is relly good you should write more.

[Aira548784]

This is really good.

[ayisha]

i know right it amazing

[Aira548784]

yes more please.

[HungerCatchJay]

Wow! I Honestly didn't think anyone would read this. XD More is coming up soon, if not today then tomorrow.

[HungerCatchJay]

The next chapter comes here, hope you enjoy.


Chapter 2: Memories

The President keeps talking but I’m not listening. I’m not going to pay attention to how they are going to prepare us like pigs for slaughter. I don’t want to die even thought I have nothing to live for. I remember my mother so well even if she was taken away from me when I was seven. It had been a cold day of winter in our district, the snow lay at the ground and it was very slippery because of the ice. My father had preformed a violation of the law, I don’t know what he did. They had almost ripped up his whole back with the whip when my mother came through and somehow managed to push the Peacekeeper aside and protect her husband. When the peacekeeper stood up, for he had felt on the slippery eyes, my mum hit him hard.
“You have already given him more than two hundred lashes, it’s enough.”
“Mrs, if you don’t step out of the way I will have to punish you too as well.”, the peacekeeper said calmly.

During this I was hidden in the crowd, you see my mum had locked me inside and told me not to go out. Of course I had to do the exactly opposite, I opened my window and climbed out. I squeezed my way through the crowd, some people noticed me and sighed. One person, I think it was the baker, told me to go home.

“I’m not going to move your fool!” my mother yelled.
And then she litterly jumped at the peacekeeper and started to hit him, the fight was already defined because of course the peacekeepers took my mother down. An then she was taken away. I asked dad where she was.

“In district 8, on a vacation.” He responded.
I knew already then he lied, because we couldn’t afford to go on vacation. Not even if we traveled one.
“When is she coming back?”
“Never.”
The truth is my mum was taken to the capitol were they cut out her tongue and made her an avox.
That’s how the Capitol took my mother away from me.

Two years later, when I was nine, my dad began to plan the rebellion among with others in district twelve. I did not know then that I was going to beg him for taking me with him. Later when I was fourteen everybody in our district, and district twelve knew there was going to be a rebellion. No one complained. The next year, one year earlier than now, it began. We tried to get all district on our side. Then we could head in to the capitol. River wanted to go too as well, but both dad and I said no. I died anyway in the hands of a the capitol when I fled in the woods. That’s how the district took my brother away from me.

There was something special about River, he had the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. And he was always so kind, when there was someone I didn’t like and talked about I always seemed to change my opinion. He comes to me often in my dreams, I know it’s silly but dreams and memories seams to be the only thing I have left.

My brother was a terrible lose for us, we had a lot in common father and I. So we both needed to push all our feelings aside by fighting. We were in district four and fought, took peacekeepers down and so on. Honestly we were about to loose the rebellion. We had only convinced district 11, 10, 3, and 5. A bomb blew up behind us and that’s when it happened. My father was shot in the head after the explosion. I killed his murder immediately and I sat down next to him. Begging him not to go.

“Please.” I sobbed, “Please don’t leave.”
He smiled a little and I took his hand in mine.
“I’m not leaving, not really.” He whispered.
“Yes you are!” I cried.
“No.” he insisted, “I will always be right here.” He pointed at my heart, “Promise me you’ll never give up.”
“I promise.” You could barely hear what I said because I was crying so much.
“That’s good. Pentheselia be strong.”
“I will.”
Then he closed his eyes.
That’s how the capitol took my father away from me.

I look around in the room, the president is still talking but I haven’t been listening at all. I hear one sentence before my minds drift away again.
“Now this years game will be special, it’ll be 25 tributes instead of 24, thanks to our tribute from district 13.” I know that the tribute he's thanking about is me.
I look around in the room and notice a tall boy standing in the other side of the room. He has dark hair and a well built body. I know who he is. Raymond, or I used to call him Ray. We had been friends sense forever, it was actually his dad who started to suspect the jabberjays. And then I know something more.
I don’t want to die.
And I can’t kill these people.

[ayisha]

AMMAZZZZING I LOVE IT