Lucas Sinclair: The Hunger Games

CHAPTER FOUR - WE COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS

CHAPTER FOUR

WE COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS

Quick Notice Before We Continue: My intention for my fanfics was to make them ten chapters each. However, this one will be eight.

Max tried her best to organize everything inside Benny's restaurant. Food here, weapons there, supplies there...

"You got REALLY lucky finding this place," Max mutters as she sets aside the food. She turns around, and sees Lucas sitting, huddled in the corner. He looks upset. She can tell. She sighs,

"Look, about what I said about me killing you-"

"It's not that," Lucas sighs.

Max frowns, "Then what is it?"

"I was just thinking about... that kid that's still dead out there. Mike Wheeler was his name."

Max takes a deep breath, "Look, Lucas, I get it... You killed him. I understand how you feel."

"I was just thinking... What if me and him got to know each other? Like, what if this Capitol Hunger Games bullshit didn't exist? What if, me and Mike... What if we could've been friends? What if we could've been BEST friends?"

Max rolls her eyes, "Look at where we are, Lucas. Mike Wheeler wouldn't have hesitated to kill you."

"You're missing the point," he looks up at her with a stern look in his eyes,

"Of course I know that. But what if... we just... KNEW each other? You know? What if Mike and I could've been friends?"

Max takes a long breath, and walks up to him, "Look..."

He looks up at her, clearly full of emotion, "What?"

"Lucas, I get it. And yeah, you're right. Maybe ALL of us could've been best buddies, singing around a campfire singing songs together, a beautiful idea! But we're NOT. Instead, we're here, in the fucking Hunger Games, forced to kill each other. And yeah, maybe in another world, you and Mike Wheeler could've been best buddies, but that's not the world we live in. Instead, this is a kill or be killed world. If you didn't kill Mike... then Mike would've killed you. You know I'm right."

Lucas slowly looks down, "I know, it's just. Guy had a family."

"So do we, Lucas."

He quickly looks back up at her when she says, "You have a family?"

She sighs, now looking sad.

"I have a mom. She's all I have. If I don't make it..."

Lucas then stands up, stretches his arms out, and leans his chest forward. Max looks confused,

"What are you doing, Sinclair?"

"Do it."

"Do what?"

He takes a deep breath.

"Kill me."

Max looks annoyed.

"Lucas, I already told you-"

"I don't wanna play this cat and mouse game with you. We both know only one of us is coming home alive. So just fucking do it. And tell my mom I-"

"Lucas, NO. I'm not killing you. Not yet at least."

"Yeah," Lucas looks angry, "That's the thing. Not YET. That's the thing. I'm not just gonna stand here and wait for you to kill me. So let's just get it over with."

Max lets out a small sneer, "You wanna die?"

"Of course I don't wanna die! I'm 15! But I'm in the fucking Hunger Games, so I probably am! Within the next couple days, maybe even TODAY, someone's probably gonna stab me or send an arrow into my chest, and I'll be fucking GONE! And I'm fucking SCARED! So honestly... I think I just wanna get it over with."