Evan, Porter, and Coran were in an elevator with Emory as they talked on the way down. "The first 30 minutes is a bloodbath, they're trying to pull you in. That's not your game. You turn, run, find a high ground."
"Look for water. Water's your new best friend. Don't step off that pedestal earlier or they'll blow you sky high," Evan reminded them and they nodded.
"Well looking for you when you come back," Porter smiled at both, but they all knew her words were meant for Coran. He was the one everyone thought would come back. He had it, the good scores, good allies, good interview, probably even sponsors.
The elevator opened and they came to a launch pad with a plane. They walked inside and were given an assigned seat. "Give me your arm," a lady in a white coat holding some kind of needle instructed.
Emory held out her arm, "is that our trackers?"
"Yes," she answered before moving to the person next to her. "Give me your arm."
Everyone got their trackers and the lights went dark before turning blue, the flight to the arena had begun. When they got there, each was placed in a room with a peacekeeper. There was an outfit for her to change into. It was waterproof, but also had shoes for climbing, meaning there was most likely a river, maybe some hills or rocks.
"30 seconds," a robotic sounding voice announced.
Emory didn't want to, but she started to cry as she turned to the peacekeeper. "So I just step inside here?" The peacekeeper nodded.
Emory took a big deep breath as she stepped inside the tube like an elevator. "20 seconds. 10 seconds."
The tube started to rise and all of the sudden she was no longer in a room she was on a pedestal. She looked in front of her and there was the cornucopia. There was stuff inside and all around in. She looked to both her sides and saw only rocks. 50..,..
Rocks..,..49..,..
Rocks..,..48..,..
More rock..,..47..,.. 46..,..
Different levels of rocks..,..45..,.. 44..,..
Hiding places..,..43..,.. 42..,..
No where for food..,..41..,.. 40..,..
Get a bag ..,..39..,.. 38..,..
Run to the Cornucopia..,..37..,.. 36..,..
Get what you need ..,..35..,.. 34..,..
Get out..,..33..,.. 32..,..
Find lower rocks..,..31..,.. 30..,..
Cave..,..29..,.. 28
Breath..,..27..,.. 26..,..
You can do this..,..25..,.. 24..,..
..,..23..,.. 22..,..
....21....20...
...19...18...
....17....16....
....15.....14
You're gonna make it....13....12....
You're gonna live....11.....10....
You're smart....9....8...
You can do this.....7.....6....
....5.....4....
....3....2....
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Everything happened in slow motion. Emory stepped off the pedestal and started her run for the cornucopia. She found a bag and a sword lying next to it.
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Her Victory, Their Life| F. Odair
FanfictionThe Hunger Games has been a tradition for the past 74 years. Well... maybe it was time for traditions to change. The victors were angry. They were promised a free-better life if they won. It wasn't all it was promised. Nothing ever is. "Emporia Fa...
