The Untold Hunger Games

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Okay so this is a new story that i will be posting chapter by chapter as i write it! It was inspired by MavsZane's post on a brother and sister in the games. Enjoy

The Untold Hunger Games:

Chapter 1: Marina

No. No, this can’t be happening. I swear I must have heard it wrong. When the hand reached into the ball, grabbed the slip of paper and read the name, I felt detached from my body. “Marina Alekson.” The wind whips through the silent crowd. The only things that register are the quiet weeping of my mother, and the firm hold of my brother’s hand gripping my upper arm, keeping me from walking towards the stage. All eyes are on us. “No,” he says angrily, “I won’t let you go. I- I’ll volunteer.”
“Caleb, you can’t. You have to know that it’s better this way! Take care of the family. Just let me go!” I struggle and fight back tears, not wanting to make a scene.
“I can’t do that Mari!” people are staring now.
“Stop! I have no choice!” I brake free from my brother’s grasp, and make my way slowly towards the stage, trying my very best to be strong. It would not be in my best interest to look like a weakling now. I must be brave for my twin and my baby sister and my poor mother while my father is at sea. I cannot turn my back on them.
As I climb the steps of the platform in the town square, I stare at the down at the faces of my district. My people. My home. Goodbye neighbors. Goodbye shopkeepers. Goodbye fisherman. Goodbye justice building and peace keepers and school. Goodbye home. A single tear trickles down my cheek. I hastily wipe it away, hoping it went unnoticed.
“Excellent, excellent,” says our new escort, Kellie Davisson, “Now for the gentlemen,” she squeaks.
Not Troy, not Troy. I lock eyes with my best friend, whose face is pale with his sky blue eyes glittering. If Troy was picked, what would I do? I push the thought away. Not now, definitely not now. The air is so quiet now except for the circling sea gulls as the crowd draws in a breath of anxiety. What innocent child will be reaped next? The name is read and I relax. It isn’t Troy Devons. Then I notice everyone is staring at me with faces of concern. My mother is sobbing. What? Who was it? What did I miss? The scene finally registers as I watch Caleb take the stage. Only one thought comes to my mind. I can’t kill my own brother.

[Avox 17]

1. excellent beginning

2. Marina and Caleb Alekson are cool names for the main characters

3. I'm sure your BFF addictedtomorphling will edit the grammatical errors and present/past tense conflicts lol

4. can't wait for the next chapter in "The Untold Hunger Games"!!

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thank you so much for pointing that out! i just fixed the gramatical errors and i will upload later i'm so glad you liked it!

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Chapter 2: Caleb.

I can’t kill my own sister. I think over and over again. As I stand on that stage, the agonized cries of our district fill my ears. They must know one of us will die. I already know who, and it isn’t Mari. They must believe that I will protect her. I’ll be by her side the entire time, until the end. If it comes down to the two of us, I’ll kill myself if that’s what it takes. All I know is I won’t kill my own sister, no matter what the capitol forces us to do. I won’t conform, for Marina’s sake.
I tune out whatever that capitol lady is saying and focus on my sister’s face. What is she thinking now? Is it possible that she has the same plan I do? No, I won’t let her go through with it. I try to look at her, but she won’t meet my eyes. She must be afraid of crying when she sees me. I nod to myself. She’s right, we have to look like fighters if I’m going to get my twin home again.
Soon, what's-her-name announces our mentor, a woman in her sixties named Maggie Doyle who everyone just calls Mags. I think she won the games a few years back. Then the mayor closes the ceremony with, “Now is the starting point of the 62nd Hunger Games!”
Before the crowd can disperse and return to their homes, Marina and I are escorted to the inside of the Justice Building for the final goodbyes before we are shipped off to the capitol like meat being prepared for the stew. I’m so angry right now: angry at the capitol, at my life, at the games, at the mayor, at that stupid Carly Davidson or whatever her name is and her stupid capitol accent, angry at everything. I guess that’s how I deal with sadness.
“You have an hour in here,” says a guard, “Then you will be escorted to the train station.”
Mari locks her eyes on him until he is well out of ear-shot, and then buries her head in my shoulder, already sobbing.
“How…can they do this to us?” she murmurs, her words hardly comprehendible between sobs, “How can they do this to our family?”
“I know, I know,” I hug her tightly, trying to release the tension in my throat and the watering of my eyes. My shoulder is soaked with her tears. One of us has to be strong, and so far it isn’t going to be Marina. We sit like that for a few more minutes until my mother and baby sister Gracelyn arrive for goodbyes.
You see, they usually split up the two tributes into different rooms for goodbyes, but because we have the same family, we’ll be in the same room to wish our family farewell, and then we’ll be separated.
“Mari!” says our three year old sister as she leaps into the arms of my twin.
“Gracie,” Marina whispers.
“Don’t cry, Mari. I know you and Cay will win,” baby Grace smiles confidently, “When you come home we can play tag!” This gets both of us to smile.
I turn to the petite auburn haired woman standing in front of the doorway. “Mom,” I say, and run into her open arms.
“Caleb. You take care of your sisterin the capitol. Don't leave her side,” she says quietly to me. Of course she must know what I was thinking, that only one of us can live. She has to know!
“Mom,” I force her to look at me, “Only one of us can come back. Only one,” I say firmly.
“Caleb-” she tries to stop me as a tear trickles down her cheek.
“It has to be her, it has to be! Do you understand?” I ask, letting my anger at our situation get the best of me.
“It- there has to be some other way! Maybe you can…” my mother stops when she sees my face.
“I’m not coming back, ever.”

[Avox 17]

wow, you're going to tell the whole story from two different points of view (two different narrators)?

I don't think I've read something like that before, this is definitely going to be interesting ...and they're from District 4 (18 years before Katniss and Peeta), even more interesting

[MavsZane]

I like it that you used my idea about a brother and sister tribute.

[PEETA*POWER!!16]

it inspired me, Mavszane lol. And i'm glad you like it Avox 17, it will be difficult and interesting yes, but i plan to find a way somehow. i'll be uploading soon!

[addictedtomorphling]

muahahaha grammatical errors lol @ Avox17. You guys know me so well
More on-topic, I LOVE these! Peeta*Power, you are such a great writer!!!
~AdDiCtEd

[PEETA*POWER!!16]

thanks

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Chapter 3: Marina

“No Caleb. Don’t talk about this now. Please,” my eyes take on this vulnerable pleading look I only get when I’m desperate. I can’t bear to think that one and probably both of us will die in the next month. It is just too much to take in right now, plus he’s upsetting Gracelyn.
“Who’s not coming back? Who?!” she asks, clearly confused by this mess of a morning.
“Don’t you worry. Mommy will keep you close,” says my mother, picking the baby up off my lap and carefully avoiding her question for the moment. The next thing I know, the guard is gesturing to finish up and that my family must leave. Now we are all hugging and kissing goodbye, with final “I love you’s” and “Take care’s” and more last words to one another. Then, my crying mother and confused Grace are led away from us, maybe forever. Probably forever. Better for Caleb if it was forever...
The guard returns and takes Caleb into another room for separate farewells. I wait quietly, drowned in thought for my next visitor. And I’m not surprised when it’s Troy’s face I see. Without hesitation, he takes me in his arms and holds me tight. I feel his strong muscles, hard against my figure, tense with anger and sadness. I look up into my best friend’s face.
“Mari, if there was something I could have done-” I shake my head and he stops. “I’m just so sorry. This is so unfair, so unjust!” He is shouting now.
I rarely see Troy like this. It’s only a few times when he feels so strongly about something, and this is one of those times.
“You need to win, Marina,” Tory is very serious now.
“But Caleb- he’s my brother. I have to-”
“You have to focus on yourself. You have to focus in survival and hope to god that it doesn’t come down to the two of you.”
“I will,” I vow quietly.
Troy hugs me once more and whispers, “I need you to win. You can’t die.”
I feel a drop on my shoulder, "Marina I-" but he's escorted out of the room by two peace keepers before he has the chance to finish.

“I need you too, Troy,” I say to the air because Troy is gone. But he has to know that I can’t win. Caleb will, no matter what he says.

As I wait deep in thought, my next visitor surprises me. “Annie.” I smile at my friend. She’s so young and small that her head barely reaches my shoulders. Annie’s only eleven, but she’s one of the smartest people I know. She’s like me. Her father went out to sea when she was six, and he’s been gone ever since. Her mother past away when she was only four, and my family has sort of taken her in, looked after her. I look down at the young girl hugging me and look straight into two large green eyes set on mine.

“You know what to do, Marina,” says Annie, “When you are in the Cornucopia, it is your choice to fight for weapons and food or not. Then you can make allies with other tributes, I recommend the most promising, one and two. After, you need to set up camp near a water source, or else you will have to-”
“Annie,” I say calmly. She’s talking so fast her face is turning red.
“You are going to win, Mari. You will,” she sticks out her chin and crosses her arms stubbornly. I take a good look at her. It is times like these where Annie Cresta looks so small and insecure, merely a tiny dark haired eleven year old with a temper. Despite her vocabulary, I see who she really is.
“Annie I’m only fourteen. You have to understand that the other tributes will be older, bigger, and stronger. My chances of survival are very slim. Plus there’s my brother…”
“Just promise me you’ll try your very hardest. Please,” Annie whispers between tears. Annie almost never cries, I’ve never really seen her this way.
“I promise,” I say back, and the she is gone.
Oh no, I think to myself, because now I really will have to try, for her, and for Troy.