Haymitch's Hunger Games

Chapter 4: Unbelievable

Shortly after the tearful goodbyes, Haymitch was escorted to the train. The train would take him to the Capitol where he would train, for a couple of days, to become a murderous tribute in The Hunger Games. Haymitch tried not to think about the days that he would slowly weaken, and starve him in the arena. It killed him to think of his loved ones, watching him die. This thoughts trickled into his mind, but he quickly dismissed them, he wouldn't think of the future- not now, only the present. As he boarded the train, he saw Maysilee staring at him from her seat near the front. Haymitch cautiously made his way over to Maysilee, and sat in the open seat beside her. 'This sucks, eh?' she murmured in his ear. He nodded his head slowly, while thinking of Colin's tear streaked face. Maysilee glanced at the two other tributes, sitting across from them. Lilya, suddenly looked deadly, with her chilling dark eyes. And Ronald's hands were balled up into fists. Haymitch was startled- and quickly turned away. But Maysilee didn't. 'It's not the games yet, you don't have to look at us like we're dinner', she said, while smiling. Lilya grunted something like a 'shut up', and Ronald just stared menacingly. Maysilee winked at Haymitch a minute after, and then whispered in his ear, 'I want to kill you'. He let out a quiet laugh at Maysilee's imitation of Ronald's face, and fists. 'Me too' Haymitch whispered, making a dark face, like he'd seen on Lilya just seconds ago. Haymitch had almost forgotten about Lucy, and his family just then, with Maysilee.

The train was extremely fast, and it only took them an hour to arrive at the Capitol. Shining lights, and tall buildings surrounded them. Big billboards read sentences such as 'Happy Hunger Games, don't forget to sponsor!' and 'Who do you think will be our Victor?' It sickened Haymitch to the core, thinking about the old President Snow, who would probably be laughing at all their nervousness when the parade came. President Snow was a devilish man, who took joy in the suffering of others, and the power over Panem. Capitol citizens walked through the street, busily chatting on their phones, eyeing the trains, or whispering to each other. Maysilee and he, sat quietly, staring in awe at the Capitol in which they'd heard about their entire lives, but never viewed it in person. Once the train stopped, near the center of the town, the tributes hastily made their way off the train. They hadn't met their mentor yet, but would meet him or her when they were being prepared for the parade. District 12, had always gotten mentors from the other districts, because there had never been a victor in 12 yet. Haymitch looked around as he got off the train, taking in all the extraordinary people and objects of the Capitol. He imagined what it would be like to live there, and came up blank. He truly couldn't grasp a life without hunger, pain, and loss.