Love in Despair ~a Skephalo fanfic~ ✔️

II

My face was drenched with tears. I felt so vulnerable at that moment, and I hated it. It just reminded me of how I'll feel when I'm about to die.
I already knew my eyes were unhealthily blood shot at this point. I still didn't want anyone to see me like this. I don't want to be know as the guy who couldn't keep his composure. I'll be seen as the easiest target. Although, something already tells me that I don't need to break down crying in front of people for them to think I'm weak.

A peacekeeper came to collect both me and Minx to escort us to the train station where we'll be meeting our two mentors.
One of them is sent in from Panem, and the other is the last victor from your own district. Our district has only won twice, so I already know who will be mentoring us from our district. Well, considering the other victor from my district has passed away from old age by now. Yeah, that's how often we actually win.

Our latest victor won two years ago by a guy named Sam Andrews. He was only my age when he had to fight in the Hunger Games, so now I know how he felt.
He is a full blown hero in our district though, so I'm pretty excited to meet him. Even though it's probably the last time I would meet anyone again at this point.

I was shaking uncontrollably the entire way to the train station. Me and Minx still haven't said a single word to each other. Which I would understand if she didn't look so calm this entire time. Either she's really good at hiding emotions, or actually wants to die.

"And these must be the new tributes!"
Sam exclaims excitedly. Even though he had a big grin on his face I could still sense the sympathy in his gaze.
He is pretty tall, definitely taller then me. Around six feet with short brunette hair and a fairly muscular build. He wore a forest green tight fitted t-shirt with basic blue straight cut jeans. He has a very enthusiastic personality, trying his best to keep it the same to brighten up the mood wherever he goes.

Beside him stood another person, close to his height at least an inch off.
The person has short curly brunette hair. Their jawline was defined and just a tad bit muscular. His outfit was pretty closed off.
They wore a black fitted t-shirt with black jeans and a large red velvet cape with fuzzy white trim. Perched on her nose sat a pair of dark black sunglasses.

"Yup-"
I replied in a shaky voice.
"It's ok champ! With my amazing mentoring you'll definitely do good!"
Sam exclaims enthusiastically as always, putting an arm around me in a sign of friendship and comfort.
"You were lucky, it's a very serious game out there."
The person beside Sam comments. Clearly aiming it to him.

"Eret, I'm your second mentor from Panem."
He explains reaching out his hand for me to shake. I nod a greeting before shaking his hand. He then lets go of me to greet Minx who was leaning against one of the train station walls, still looking like she has better things to do. Which anyone would in this situation.

Our little intervention was quickly interrupted by the loud noise of the train pulling into the station. Eret waves us into the train, while Sam stayed behind so he could make sure everyone got on.
The train was absolute luxury. There was a huge dining room with a classic long dining table. I could feel my stomach ache as we passed the mini bar full of gourmet food.

"I'll show you two to your rooms."
Eret informs us, walking down the main hallway of the huge train. We both followed close behind, getting to Minx's room first.
"Minx, your room."
He tells her motioning to the room.
"Feel free to change into any clothing provided in the closet."
Eret tells her before continuing to walk down the hallway.

"And Zak, this is your room."
"Thank you."
I thank him, trying not to make my voice sound shaky.
"It'll all be ok, dinner is in half an hour so I recommend cleaning up and getting some rest."
She says with a smile. The first time I've seen them smile in the ten minutes we've known each other. It felt reassuring.

I walked into the room, sitting down on the soft twin bed, feeling as the memory foam absorbed my weight.
"What am I going to do-"
I mutter to myself, rubbing my face with my hands harshly. I sigh, softly closing my eyes.
I should probably change out of these dirty clothes.