Conquered (previously known as Veni Vidi Vici)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

    A little while later, Terrence was standing in front of a mirror. I hate my stylist, he thought. He was dressed in an old miner's suit with a candle with a sparkling flame on the hat. The suit was two sizes too big for him, and was neon blue. As Terrence walked away from the mirror, he found Rika. She even looked better in the costume than he did.

    "We are getting no sponsors whatsoever." Terrence complained.

    "We'll be fine." Rika reassured him.

    "I don't think so. We'll be the laughing stock of the Capitol." Just as Rika and Terrence walked away from the mirror, they ran into Rebecky.

    "Why Rika, don't you look just stunning!" she exclaimed, "And Terrence you look…" Rebecky never finished her sentence, because the next thing she did was burst out laughing. Terrence hid his face and thought, this'll be interesting.

    A few days later, Terrence was sprawled out on a couch. Rika and Rebecky were watching the scores of each of the tributes. Terrence didn't want to see, he just wanted this to be over.

     "Terrence!" Rebecky screamed, "You got an eleven! That's the best score ever! How did you do it?"

    "I threw a discuss at the stupid cow of a head game maker." Rika and Rebecky just stared at him with their mouths dropped.

    "Well," said Rika, "That's a first."

    "Terrence," said Rebecky, "You know you weren't the only one who got an eleven."

    "W-what?"

    "Yeah, a girl from seven got it too. She's the best person to be allies with. She's intelligent, has resources, and sponsors, oh the sponsors! And boy can she shoot! Her name's…"

    "I work alone."

    "But…"

    "But nothing." Terrence felt that if he couldn't trust his family, he couldn't trust anyone. He left the room and slammed the door.

    Some time later, Terrence was sitting in an interview with Madyson Harris.

    "So, Terrence, what made you volunteer for this year's Hunger Games?" she asked him.

    "I didn't want the families in my district to be separated."

    "That's just touching!"

    "I promised my siblings that I would win."

    "And try you shall."