No use crying over spilt blood.

My games

Lucy's POV

My first ever games. Jo had bought me a red pretty dress that made me look around 15. Jo said that 'Mason' was a highly respected name and after dad was murdered and mom suicided, Jo said we should make them proud, no matter how irresponsible they were.

I have my finger pricked and I barely wince. I'm a mason. I've dealt with much worse. I hadnt taken any of the little pathetic oats you get. My name was in once. Once in sixty thousand. But something told me snow had a little treat for me.

"Lucy Mason."

Everyone
Is
Looking
At
Me

So being me I walk up to the camera. Damn I looked good.

"Oh present snowballs how am I not surprised."
And I walk onto the stage like the badass I am.
I see Jo at the front, smirking at me! Life accomplished, I made Jo proud!
"The male tribute....."

"Sam Evan."

OH God.
I am having serious doubts about winning.
He was the schools bad boy, a right ladies man and arguably the strongest teen in district 7.

Yah easy target........not. And I definately didn't want to have an alliance.
"Now shake hands."
I gave a timid glance at him. He smirked. Great! My Johanna Mason plan is working.
We are lined up in the justice building. I see all the girls from our year line up to see Sam. I gag at the sight of all the girls and I hear a chuckle behind me.
"Hey beauty!" I see Daniel. My only friend except Jo in this hellhole. "Hey! Nice to see a face that's not tannned and look like they came from a nightmare."
"He laughs. Hey I want you to know that I believe you can win. I'd like to give this to you. It was my mothers. She said I had to give it to the girl I love. I don't love you in a romantic way. But I love you as a sister. I also know." His voice drops to a whisper, "they want to kill me." I let a tear go down my face.
"Be careful Dan."
"If you do, I also know your not a weakling. Good luck." Peacekeepers came in. Dan puts on a very high pitched voice not unlike our district escort.

"And may the odds be never in your favour."
I smiled sadly and watch him be dragged out. I see, out the tiny cell like window, him looking at me, a peacekeeper standing over him a gun to his head. I see him mouth. 'Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.' This was my favourite line out of a lullaby my mother use to sing to me. A bullet is heard. He insulted the capital. They showed no mercy. I was slightly thankful towards that peacekeeper, he let him have a quick and painless death. But even still, I see the blood trickling gown his four head, as frequently as the tears coming out my eyes. I am dragged into the train and I see Jo a sad expression on her face. She also knew dan, he was like a family friend. I gave her a wink to know that I was playing her strategy. She smirked and blinked twice, our code sign for 'ok'

"Well apart from you, weakling, who I am ashamed to call my sister, can you's do anything?"
"I can do you." He winked at Jo. There was only one year between them.
"To much information dude, I shall stay single. So what weapons can you use?" She said
"Nothing." I whispered. Lie. Sam snorted.
"Wow, even weaker than I thought." He said, then went on to boast, " I can use spears, a trident, knives, a sword and I'm excellent at hand to hand combat. The careers will ask me for sure to join them. Now I must take a bath.

And the careers asked him. To be honest they would be mad not to. Not after he got a ten. For a district seven tribute, that was amazing. I got a five, I laughed in secret about that. I could almost hear the confused comments from every one. They were all far to dumb. I'm a Mason. Pathetic? Me? Nah. T'is called acting.

Time skip to launching pads (sorry)
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On my right had lay the beautiful, diamond encrusted ring, shining brightly, reflecting the light. My heart aches.
10-for mom
9-for dad
8-for Luke, my 20 year old brother
7-damn i be ran out of people.
6-no one 'cept a hand full of people, cared about me.
5-to prove snow wrong.
4-to show people I'm not a weakling
3-to show myself I'm not a weakling
2-for Jo
1-for Dan, watching in heaven.
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I ran of my launching pad and sprint for the middle. I grab two small axes, a backpack and a belt of knives. I see Sam come towards me, he is holding a sword, blood already trickling down, I really don't want to know. I amputate his left leg and run away. I hear the other careers shout at him 'you didn't even get a stab on her' 'weakling' serves him right.