A Different Games(A Hunger Games Fanfic)

Chapter 3

That night, Blythe had a hard time sleeping. The bed was too comfortable compared to what she was used to sleeping on. She had a feeling the beds in the Training Center would be like this. She also had gotten sick from eating so much in a short period of time.

The next morning, Blythe was first person in the dining cart. As she ate, she made sure to eat more slowly so she wouldn't get sick again.

"Good morning." Blythe politely greeted the worker.

"She won't answer you, dear." Effie said, walking into the cart. "She's an Avox."

Blythe waited until the girl  had left before asking, "What's an Avox?" 

"Whenever someone defies the Capitol and are caught, they're punished by having their tongue cut out of their mouth and are servants to the Capitol." Effie explained.

She explained it so casually, while Blythe had a horrified look on her face.

Colton walked in. "You alright?" He asked.

Blythe just nodded. She noticed a container with brown liquid in it. She was a bit weary of it until she leaned forward and smelled chocolate.

Chocolate was a rare delicacy in District 12 that even her parents had a hard time affording. But when they did buy it and baked with it, everyone would trade whatever they could for some chocolate.

"It's hot chocolate." Effie replied. "Would either of you care for some?" They both nodded.

Haymitch soon joined them. Colton tried talking to Haymitch, but he ignored Colton. It wasn't hard to guess that he was already drinking again.

Blythe understood that it wasn't easy watching everyone you mentor die. District 12 hasn't had a victor since Haymitch, almost 25 years ago. But, he could at least try to make an effort.

Blythe took his glass and dumped the contents into a nearby plant.

Haymitch glared at her as he poured himself another glass and before she could realize it, he slapped her.

Colton roughly knocked the second glass out of his hand and grabbed some ice, applying it to Blythe's cheek.

"Well well. What do we have here?" Haymitch questioned. "Looks like I hare a pair of fighters."

The other two didn't say anything.

"Look. If you don't interfere with my drinking, I'll stay sober enough to help you with the games." Haymitch continued. The two nodded.

"So, what should.." Blythe started, but Haymitch cut her off.

"First things first. We'll be pulling into the station and you'll be put in the hands of your stylists." He explained. "You're not going to like what they do you, but whatever it is, don't resist. Understand?"

The two tributes nodded

A little bit later, Blythe was in the Remake Center laying on a table with nothing but a robe that is off more than its on her.

When they had gotten off the train, the two tributes had been separated and herded off to their own prep teams. Blythe's prep team had introduced themselves as Flavius, Octavia, and Venia. They were all just as she imagined Capitol residents to be. Brightly colored hair, wigs, and makeup. Surgically altered facial features. And overly enthusiastic with fancy accents. It was a lot to take in for someone who didn't live in the Capitol. Especially if you're from the lowest of the Districts.

Blythe was currently bracing herself and trying not to cry out in pain as her entire body is ripped of hair. The prep team were trying to give her comments of comfort by saying "only a few more", but none of it helped. She couldn't keep herself from crying out as they pulled another strip of wax.