Hunger Games Fanfics

Chapter 3 - Choices

"The what?" I laughed, "Have I strolled into a Mother's meeting or something?"

Scarlett did not even flinch and my laugh continued to echo off the walls. The yellow girl stiffled a giggle.

I sighed and waltzed over to the last throne, everyone's eyes following me. As I sat down my clothes turned blue, not surprising me in the slightest.

"So," I asked, "What is this 'Order of Flames'?"

The White woman and the one clad in black stood up.

"We will lead the rebellion," they answered in unision.

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Selso's p.o.v

Everyone seemed downhearted as we stepped into the training room- to be honest, no one could blame them. To win such an evil game we would have to shoulder the burdern of the ones we had slaughtered for our own sake.

I wasn't strong enough mentally or physically but I was not going to let this training session go to waste. I will learn how to defend myself today and at least survive for as long as possible.

Today is all we have. Today we must all choose our weapon and practise. Practise, practise, practise.

Maybe some of the work I've done can help me? I've voiced many characters who convince me that I'm them. My favourite character I've ever voiced was named Sikel and was a strong girl who fought to stay alive in the forest.

We finally came to a halt at a large, round table. many weapons were laid out for us to pick.

"You will choose a weapon in an order," a voice declared from a silver, floating speaker, "First, Ms. Selso Decophan."

I stepped forward automatically, scanning the table. My hand reached out before I knew it and closed around a small tube and purse.

"Good choice," the voice commented, unemotional, "That is a blow gun with 30 ammunition. Use it wisely."

I turned away and stepped into my training area. Somehow I feel like my choice was a good one.

Joe's p.o.v

I held my breath as the announcer stated the next tribute to choose their weapon.

"Next, Mr. Joe Sugg."

I gasped in surprise and red in the face, I stumbled to the front. Snatching the first weapon I saw, I felt stupid as I turned and walked off. I had picked up a pair of knives.

I groaned inwardly. They were throwing knives.

For me, who had the worst aim in history of mankind, these two weapons were a foolish pick. I sighed and made my way over to a throwing training area.

Time to correct my years of bad aim.

Jay's p.o.v

"Mr. Jay."

My eyes surveyed the choices left. They stopped on an axe and I picked it up. It had a good weight to it.

I made my way over to the training area and grinned. I wasn't planning on killing anyone but I wanted to make my 'death' as convincing as possible.

However, before I began my training, I want to see what everyone else chooses.

"Mr. Cerin Deloté."

He marched up to the table and grabbed a pair of batons.

"Ms. Lalay."

She stumbled over and picked up a bow and arrow.

"Ms. Sami."

A double-edged spear.

"Mr. Casper Lee."

Chuks.

"Ms. Sina Geroko."

A dagger.

"Ms. Afa Roe."

She carefully selected the slingshot out of the two left.

"Mr. Fila Demos."

He took the last weapon remaining, a sickle.

I turned. Now to train.

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Selso: Blow Gun

Joe: Throwing knives

Jay: Axe

Cerin: Batons

Lalay: Bow

Sami: Double edge spear

Casper: Chuks

Sina: Dagger

Afa: Slingshot

Fila: Sickle

A/N: Joe and Caspar picture at the side >.<