What if Katniss never killed Marvel? What if district 12 was never meant to have a victor?
What if the 74th Hunger Games was meant to have a victor from district 1?
Marvel was once a nameless character in the first Hunger Games Movie and Book, but h...
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Day two training:
Today was hectic. Tributes scrambled around trying to learn everything they can before the day is up.
Everyone except Cato. And Glimmer. Those two practically stick together like glue.
I mainly spent my time working on close contact fighting, wrestling really isn't my thing. The memory of that district 12 boy thowing the 70kg replayed throughout my mind the whole time.
Marina and I stuck together for most sections as well. I wouldn't say we are close, but I'd say I trust her the most out of all of the Careers. I learnt how to make a snare out of a short piece of rope and how to make a fish hook thanks to her. In return I have taught her how to hold a spear properly without impaling yourself.
The day was pretty boring. But tomorrow is the judgment day, the day where we show the game makers our skills so they can rank us based of how dangerous we are.
Day three training:
Everyone was anticipating when we would have to go into the training room. Today, the area was taken over by game makers, so instead we had to sit together in a small room.
Luckily district 1 gets to go first. That means having the game makers full attention.
"Glimmer...."
The speaker calls. In front of us, spiked gates open to let her through. Before shutting immediately behind her.
After a few minutes, the speaker calls again.
"Marvel Sanford."
Its time.
I head into the room, above, on a platform the game makers sit. They stop murmering as they see me walk over to the spears. They already know that the careers are the most dangerous, its just a matter of how dangerous.
I waste no time, one after the other I throw spear after spears at the targets provided. Long distance, short distance, moving targets- all impaled by the time I was done with them.
I wait to be dismissed before heading out a different set of spiked gates, where we are free to take the elevator back to our levels.
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"How'd you do?" Glimmer asks as I step into the main room. She is sitting on the couch, gazing out at the Capitol spread out in front of the window.
I shrug,
"You'll see tonight."
Tonight they televise the results that each tribute got, for sponsors to make bets on which tribute will win. The more sponsors the more likely you will win.
Without another word I walk back to my room, change out of the training outfit and lie in the bed.
The day after tomorrow, the Hunger Games will begin. No more comfy beds, cloths that fit you perfectly, luxury foods. No more, until I win.
With that, I fall asleep.
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"Marvel, get up. They will be showing the scores soon."
Groggily I sit up, processing what Madam Zimbe has just told me.
I follow her out to the main room, where Glimmer and the mentors are already sitting. Their eyes glued to the screen. Just as I sit down, the TV flickers on.
District 1 Male: 9
District 2 Female: 8
There are cheers from around the room. My insides felt warm with pride at my high score- Jacob would be proud. I wish you were here with me Jacob.
Cato gets a 10, same with Clove. No surprises there. Always interesting how your biggest competitors are the ones you have to rely on.
No one else came close to our scores until the end of the districts, the Male 11 tribute (Thresh?) scored a 9 as well.
Now for 12...
District 12 Male: 8
District 12 female: 11
11? No. It can't be. Glimmer immediately stands up and stares at the screen in shock, everyone is looking at each other with expressions ranging from shock to pure rage.
A 11? Scoring higher than a career almost never occurs. Especially from district 12.
Glimmer storms towards her room and slams the door behind her, I follow in suit.
Not a word is spoken, that whole night. I didn't even eat dinner that night, just laid in bed trying to sleep.
It's not fair, first with the reaping, the parade and now the scores? She just doesn't know when to stop does she.
Us careers are supposed to have the spotlight, now when I win people will still remember her. They love her, everyone loves an underdog.
Oh just you wait girl, unless Clove gets her hands on you first, your dying at the end of my spear.
A quiet part of my brain sends out a signal of fear towards the girl. If Clove, dangerous and skilled Clove scores lower than this mysterious girl, then maybe I have bigger competition than I thought.
