❖ 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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THE NEXT DAY, the three girls gathered their things and set off for the lake. Night seemed to have fallen faster than usual, not completely uncommon in the arena, especially when things were coming to an end. Apparently, the Gamemakers were eager to get the show started. Isla couldn't comprehend that in a short time, one of them would be going home, as the games were being forced to a close.
As they approached the lake, Isla had her eyes peeled for any unusual sights. Snares, mutts, tributes, you name it. The air wasn't as cold as it had been the night before, which made her think that those in control wanted to avoid the tributes being forced to stay inside for warmth. They wanted a fight.
Chiffon broke off from Isla and Andromeda, choosing a tall building to set up in. From there, she'd have a clear view of the lake, and the two other girls as they searched for Killian. So far, Isla hadn't seen a single trace of him. Not even tracks in the dusty streets. She wondered if he had come this way at all, after all, she had refused to join him. Maybe he changed his plan, knowing Isla would lead the others to him?
They came into the park, the lake a mere few yards in front of them. Isla slowed down, taking in the view and her surroundings. As her eyes scanned the green brush, she noticed something odd. Red stained the grass, causing her to wearily close the distance between her and the soaked ground.
A snare had been stepped in, one that looked familiar as Isla investigated it. Whoever had gotten trapped in it had either been killed and removed, or had somehow escaped. However, the amount of blood hinted to the former. Isla assumed if they had gotten away, they'd be bleeding out at that very moment.
Andromeda walked over, eyeing the scene. "Gross." She scoffed, leaning over to look at the puddle. "Oh god." She scrunched up her nose, tearing her eyes away from what she had seen. Isla furrowed her brows, and leaned to the side to see what she had missed.
Partially hidden in a bush was a severed hand. Isla felt the sudden urge to vomit as her jerky from earlier that day rose in her throat.
"That explains it." She tried not to gag as she turned away.
"Think he did it to them?" Andromeda asked the golden blonde. Isla shook her head in response.
"I don't think so, actually. This type of snare can get really tangled, its what makes it so hard to get out..." She trailed off, thinking of the poor tribute that had stepped into it. "They might have been able to get their whole body out, except for their hand. They probably thought it was easier to just remove it and run before he got back."
