~ 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙡𝙮 ~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟠

" 𝐼𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 "
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I'm awakened by mags knocking on my door, looking over I see that it's eight in the morning. She let me sleep in, I'm guessing knowing how it is to not be able to sleep right before. She informs me that she has my outfit laid out in the closet and to join her in the dining room before escorting me to the jets that will lead me to the arena.

Getting up I take a quick shower as I dunk my head in the water multiple times, who knows when I'll be able to have a shower again, or if I ever will.

Getting out I look at the material, it's lightweight, movable, they gave us a jacket and some cargo pants as well as gripping boots.

What the hell kind of arena is this, whatever it is seems like it'll be a place with high grounds.

I think as I slide the clothing on and I braid a small strand of my hair as I put it in a bit of a high ponytail.

Hey, I can still look cute even while fighting to the death.

I look at myself in the mirror and take a deep breathe, remember what they said, stay strong.

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Walking into the dining area my stylists choke back their tears. I look at mags as she is better at hiding it.

"Don't cry for me guys.. please." I simply say as the greenie walks straight up to me and hugs me tightly as her tears flow, I'm not very good with comforting people nor with emotions but I give her a pat and stay silent.

Mags walks me to the elevator as we hit the rooftops, taking a deep breathe mags senses my nerves and takes my hand squeezing it gently. She told me that Gage was already sent up and that I'd see him in the arena.

As the elevator doors open I step out as the rush of winds and lighting from the sun blinds me partly. I look at mags and softly smile as we are separated and I am taken in the aircraft. Seated then injected with the capitals trackers. It hurt like a son of a bitc- biscuit.

Sitting by other tributes I don't know I catch a familiar face as Vince taps his foot he and I make eye contact and I quickly turn away from it. I don't bother looking around as I can feel the gazes of the careers on my sides at all times.

I am their threat aren't I, they'll go after me. No. No they'd go after the one thing that will weaken me, Gage. Then they'd get me. No way am I letting that happen. I put on my game face as I pretend to act like I have no types of worries on my face.

My mother always told me to fake it, til I make it.

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The room is small and in the middle is a glass tube leading to the arena. I look over to see mags smiling and embracing me, "I snuck you this." She says as she reveals the pin

My smile comes genuine when I see it, "thank you."

Mags gives me a reassuring smile as she clips it on my shirt. The speakers echo throughout the room, "twenty seconds."

Putting the jacket over me I sigh as my nervousness catches up to me, "any last words for me?" I say to mags as she brushes a strand of my hair that fell out of my ponytail, "stay alive" she simply says and I take her hand as we only let go when I step in the tube.

"Ten seconds." The announcers speaks as I hear mags cough to get my attention, "oh and Victoria. Remember. Stay strong."

The tube shuts as It starts to lift up, I place my hand on the glass to mags and I nod in confidence.

'𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔'

The words ring throughout my head as the light blinds me, once readjusting to my surroundings I quickly take in what's around, the cornucopia is filled with weapons and supplies as all of us surround it, nothing but grass around us but in the distance is mountains upon mountains, it would be a gorgeous view if I wasn't around Murder cults.

I glance around trying to make out where Gage is, I can't seem to find him as the game makers voice fills the arena,
"Welcome TRIBUTES TO THE 67TH HUNGER GAMES, and may the Odds be ever in your favor." He says as the countdown starts, I look at the weapons around, the closest I have is around the cornucopia of course, this is a blood bath but they made this year extra hard for any to escape it if they want a weapon to leave with. I'm a fast runner but hopefully that will be enough.

"Ten, nine, eight"

I'm down to the last five seconds as I get in my readying position, I catch a glimpse of a girl and I look over to see Clement smirking at me from only a couple tributes away, I put my game face on and smirk back in her direction which seems to shake her as the countdown ends.

"One."