❖ Book 1 of 3 ❖
【 Slow burn fanfic 】
║ A Prequel to the Hunger Games Trilogy ║
Isla Dunne of District 4 was a career. She had trained her whole life for the Hunger Games, an annual event held by the Capitol. A blood bath where 2 children, ages 12-18...
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ISLA HAD SPENT her morning with Chiffon and Andromeda. The three of them had practiced their skills in close combat, as Andromeda was the only female career that seemed to specialize in it. Although the other two had their skills, they both admitted that if it came down to it they only knew the basics of defence. Isla hadn't thought that she needed to be good at anything but throwing knives, but by the looks of the boys, she was wrong.
At lunch, the tributes were quiet. All except the career table, which was buzzing with excitement. After they finished eating, they'd be escorted to do their individual assessments. Of course, not many of the tributes were overly anticipating this, but the careers couldn't wait. To get a high score was almost like a gold star for all of their hard work over the past eighteen years. It meant that in the Gamemaker's eyes, they were prepared for whatever he had planned for tomorrow.
"I bet you'll get an eight, at least." Chiffon poked at Luster. Isla had come to realize that the statuesque blonde had a habit of picking on her district partner. She couldn't tell if it was out of love, or if they simply disliked each other but tried to hide it. It couldn't be any more different for Isla. She hardly spoke to Killian anymore, it seemed he felt the same way as her now. That although the two were in fact careers and part of a united group, the females and males were choosing to stick together a bit tighter.
"You'll be lucky if you get an eight with the way that bow handles." Luster scoffed back, shoving a mouthful of meat into his face grumpily.
"I want at least a ten." Andromeda spoke up between bites. Chiffon spun around to look at her friend.
"I expect nothing less, just be exaggerated. Make it a show." Isla had to admit, Chiffon wasn't dumb. She made great points when it came to how to represent yourself to others. If Andromeda went into the individual assessment and simply took off the dummy's heads with her scalpel chain, she'd get a decent score. But, if the small brown haired girl used her speed and agility to show off a bit by taking off a few limbs as well, the Capitol people would love it. All the people in charge of the games, even the President, wanted was a show. So it's best to give them just that.
Chiffon eyed Isla, who had been quiet most of lunch. "Isla will get a high score, I'm sure." she winked at her, and Isla felt her cheeks begin to heat slightly. Chiffon had been nothing but nice to Isla since yesterday morning, almost to the point that she was hanging off of her more than Andromeda now. Which, Andromeda didn't seem to mind all that much, considering she often seemed agitated by the exuberant District One tribute. Isla doubted the two girls would've been friends if they weren't both careers. She wasn't sure if Chiffon and herself would've gotten along in different circumstances either, but she liked to think so.
"You all better get at least a nine. And if any of these," he looked around the room at the hunched over tributes, eating in mostly pairs of two and hardly speaking. "pathetic losers get a higher score than any of you, I'll kill you. Literally." Isla raised her eyebrows at this in surprise. She glanced over at Killian, who was staring at his plate like usual.
