Haymitch's Hunger Games

Chapter 7: Power

'Hi, i'm Cecilia, and i'll be your instructor', the tribute's trainer said. All the tributes had filed in that morning for the first training session. Haymitch had felt shivers up his spine, as he'd rode the elevator down to the training floor. It'd scared him to death thinking he'd be in a room- with various weapons, and the people who would kill him. He eyed the other tributes now, wearily. There was a girl from District one, with flaming red hair, and broad shoulders. Not a soft red like Maysilee's, but a raging red like the fire that probably coursed in her veins. Then there was the boy from District two- with his ripped chest, and Mohawk. Haymitch had cringed, seeing the razor like scars that framed his face. And then there was the scariest of them all, she was beautiful. With pale blond hair that swayed down to her back, and startlingly golden brown eyes, she reminded him so much of Lucy, that it pained him to glimpse at her. He thought how all the tributes in this room would be dead, except one. 'Now, I want you all to go to a training station, that you feel you thrive in, and practise your techniques', Cecilia said in a methodical voice. Ronald looked scared out of his mind, he was only twelve and probably couldn't identify half of these weapons. But Haymitch did, he especially took note of the knife throwing station, Walking over, he chose a sharp sword and began to throw skillfully at a target. He began to make a game of it, seeing how close he could get to the middle. When the knife hit the red middle circle five consecutive times, Haymitch knew to stop. He hurriedly put down the knife, and went to the archery station. The rest of the training hours were a blur. Until he found himself face to face with the red haired District one. She smiled at him wickedly and then looked down at rope in his hands. 'That was going to be mine', she said. Haymitch looked down at the rope, and shrugged nonchalantly. 'Well that's too bad sweetheart.' He said, feeling a devilish smile across his face. The girl looked surprised but then quietly said 'You'll be the first one I go after in the arena.' Haymitch felt nervous, but thought it would be best if he acted strong, 'If you can catch me, sweetheart.' They were interrupted by Cecilia. 'Trainings over! Pack it up!' Haymitch looked over to District one girl, but she was gone, instead he saw Maysilee. 'Want to help me clean up the camoflauge area?' she said, sounding too desperate. Haymitch was about to nod his head, but then thought of something, he'd liked the feel of power, of District One girl, if he was going to win these games and return home. He'd have to have all the power in this game. 'Sorry, Sweetheart, I have things to do', Haymitch replied, winking at Maysilee. She looked embarrassed, but then quickly replied, 'Okay, so i'll see on the roof top tonight?' she whispered, while smiling. Haymitch shrugged and then felt a sinking in his heart, when he said 'Sorry. Guess you'll have to find another boy to kiss, because this one isn't interested.' He pranced out of the training center, feeling power coursing through his veins. The power that made him sure he could win the hunger games. But then he thought of Maysilee and her desperate face. He hadn't wanted to hurt her, but it dawned on him that he had a lot of power over Maysilee, and power made him feel strong for the upcoming games.