❖ 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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SHE DIDN'T EXPECT to fall asleep. Isla assumed she had only rested for a few hours, but was still surprised. Killian sat on one of the crates, watching over the cornucopia while the others slept. Isla got up, grabbing an apple and joining Killian on the crates. He looked at her, then returned his gaze to the surrounding ruins.
"Did you sleep?" She asked, biting into her apple. Killian nodded, picking at a granola bar.
"For the first few hours, then Luster woke me up for watch." He seemed blank. That was the only way Isla could explain the boy next to her. The once lively, borderline cocky District Four tribute was now blank. As if he didn't have any emotions towards everything they were going through.
"Did you..." Isla trailed off, unsure how to ask. She was mostly positive he had killed someone during the blood bath, and wondered if that was what was bothering him.
"Yeah, you?" He turned to look at the girl sitting next to him. They stared at each other for a moment, but it was Isla's turn to look away now.
"Two, saved Nero's backside from a scythe." She spoke quietly, almost ashamed. Killian grunted. She wasn't sure, but it sounded like he was displeased. Was it because she killed people? Or because she saved Nero? Was he jealous she'd killed more people than him?
"I feel like this isn't gonna end well." He spoke again after some silence, playing with the strap of his bag.
"What do you mean? Obviously it won't end pretty, but we knew that." Isla looked at the boy with furrowed brows. He sighed, shrugging in response. "Do you mean this?" Isla now motioned to the sleeping careers around them.
"Yeah," Killian nodded, looking at their peers. "There's too many of us. What happens when we pick off the rest? Because I know all the ones out there don't stand a chance against six of us. Do just have a big free for all? No rules?" He looked at Isla now, a look of worry across his face. "Because I know who will have whose back when it comes down to it. And no one's gonna have ours." He ran a hand through his golden locks. "And say we do all just fight it out. What happens if it gets down to just the two of us?"
Isla let out a long breath. Killian had a point. If the six of them did end up fighting it out, she'd have to have Killian's back, or her whole district would be up in arms. But then, if it came down to the two of them, could she really kill him? She looked over at the boy who she had grown up with, remembering the crush she had on him when they were just becoming teenagers. She didn't have much faith in her ability to end his life if it really came down to it.
Isla didn't get a chance to respond as the others began to stir. With a sorry look his way, Isla left Killian on the crate and returned to her sleeping bag. She was still doing damage control after his interview stunt, and the last thing she needed was the others thinking they were spending alone time together in secret.
