The 62nd Annual Hunger Games

Chapter 16: Personal Sessions

I have spent two hours perfecting my weapon skills and it's time for lunch. I sit with my allies, Turbo not joining. Maple and Corala are jabbering away on how nervous they are for the personal sessions, and the boys and I just sit in silence, pretending to care but mainly here for the food. I admit, I'm anxious too. This is life or death. The GameKeepers will give you a score on how well you do one to twelve. Twelve being the best, one is the worst. Depending on your score the sponsors might give you something if you are in need and they think you can win. In the arena the gifts come in a silver parachute; they can hold food, weapons, water, medicine, any supply you need to win. Life or death.

"Tributes, please organize yourselves boy to girl, in your proper district order. We will call the first tribute shortly. Thank you."

Corala stands up, rolls her eyes, and makes her way to sit with Cove. Barker and Maple are leaving when Maple embraces me.

"Good luck." She whispers.

This awfully reminds me of my last hug, the one in the Good Bye room.

"You go get 'em" I say.

Ashton and I walk over to the bench that says ten. It will take some time, each session is five minutes long.

Ashton went in five minutes ago. Any second....

"Faith Trullen"

I get up, noticing Juniper's stare. My stomach drops and walk into the room quickly.

"Faith Trullen. District ten. I'm fifteen years old." I say.

"Hello Faith, your time starts now."

I get to work quickly, fastening a belt around my waist full of axes and throwing knives.

"Four robots" I say. "One for each Career."

My wish appears in front of me and the GameMakers seem shocked. Robot one has another axe. Another has a bow. The two other have swords. I immediately pierce the robot with the sword with a knife, between the eyes. I hear a whizzing arrow and lift my axe up, blocking it and sending it towards the wall. The room is silenced. I grab the second axe from my belt and prepare to fight. I hear some GameMakers rise to their feet. One robot swings his mace from the right and I jump back from the blow. This exposes his side and my axe takes advantage. Half way done. The flying arrows are getting old, I aim for the archer's heart and succeed. One left. I turn to see the fourth robot right beside me, swinging his sword at my left torso. I dive out of the way, and from the ground chuck my axe into his head. Everyone in the room is standing.

"Times up. Very well done, Ms. Trullen."

I thank them and walk out the door, all you can hear are my boots making their way onto the elevator.