No Time To Die | A Hunger Games FanFiction

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Clove Kentwell is beautiful. A talented shooter, and a great person. I've known her since the beginning of the academy. She's always been pretty. Even when she was sweaty and tired she was still the prettiest thing I've ever seen.

My whole life I've been training for the Hunger Games. I was ready. I knew Clove was too. That's why I couldn't peruse things with her. Don't get me wrong, other girls have taken my attention, I've played around with them but I never truly cared for them. That's why I can't be with Clove. I care about her too much. If I were to date her, I would be the happiest man in the world. But if I had to watch her die, or worse, have her die in my arms. I would never be the same. I'm doing this to protect her.

Top of my rank, she's top of hers. Blond and brown. Sun and moon. Whenever I thought about her it made sense. She made sense. She's not ruthless I know that. Because in elementary school the one friend she had, she treated so kindly. Even though she was already learning 100 ways to kill someone. And her eyes. Her eyes sparkles when she cares about something. And how I wanted so badly for them to sparkle for me. This sounds so petty. I'm a trained killer who will end up murdering 23 people to achieve greatness for myself and for my district. It kinda sounds silly when I'm worried about a childhood crush, but trust me, Clove, she's worth it.

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Of course this year was my year. I was 18 and I can guarantee you that I'll be the one chosen. But I never wanted it to go like this. Clove as my other tribute. No, this was not how it was supposed to go. We were supposed to be in separate games, be separate victors, and live a life where we can live in peace. And I won't have to be afraid of telling her how I feel, and hopefully she'll accept it. But this isn't how I wanted it to go. Because deep down I know, only one of us is coming out alive.

When they take us back I wait in the room for Delaney. My little sister. She'll be a bawl of emotions I know. When the door opens she comes running into my arms.

"Hey Lane."

She berries her face into my neck and starts crying.

"Hey hey hey, it's gonna be okay."

My mother and father come close behind. I put her to the side and hug the both of them. My family is famous for our victors. My grandfather was one, and one of my relatives was even in the very first Hunger Games.

"You'll win son. Remember, eyes on the prize, don't let anything shift your focus. Trust no one, but use everyone. I'll see you when you come back." My dad says. He shakes my hand and pats me on the back.

My mother wipes her eyes and comes up to me, "My big boy, you're so strong now. I hardly had time to see you grow up. When you get back Delaney and all of us will welcome you to the house. And you'll have one right next to ours."

She hugs me and takes Delaney out of my arms. She starts to cry and I look at her.

"Lane, hang on to this while I'm gone alright." I give her my ring and it doesn't fit any of her fingers. she smiles and I kiss her forehead. "Love you sis." They're taken out and I keep my composure. Cause even though I know I can win, there is still a possibly I won't. I walk out of the room at the same time as Clove, only no dry eyes for her. I don't even think anyone came to say goodbye to her. I look at her but she doesn't look at me. We're then taken to the train. All I can think about on the way there is. I can't be the one to kill her. I won't. I couldn't.

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Word Count: 697

Finished: March 31st 2024