Gyration - A Crossover

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Status: Unedited

[A/N: I am not very good in imitating writing styles, so beware. And also, the usual spoiler alert and the stuff about not owning the characters, yada yadadadada.]

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Amber’s POV

“Um…” Someone finally broke the awkward silence.

“Now.” The voice came over again.

I didn’t feel like breaking the nervous tension between everyone in the world, but I did. “Where’s Conference Room One?” I asked.

Everyone looked at me. Scrutinising me with suspicion showing plainly in their eyes. I didn’t care that they were staring at me. They still had not answered my question.

“Fine,” I muttered under my breath, striding over to the door. With a start, I realised that the wall that blocked the other end of the corridor just vanished as I glared at it, replaced by more wall at both sides. Ignoring everyone else, I went on through the now free corridor and saw another door.

Doors, doors, doors. It would have been better if they did not exist…

I reached the door and hesitated. Should I knock on it or blast it open? Unexpectedly, the doorknob twisted and in front of my face, a white table with chairs was unveiled. So this was where the meeting was going to take place, huh.

I smiled as I strolled in. The room was empty, except for me. Everything was white, white and white, apart from a small splotch of green that was the clock. (Apparently, it was ten.) There was a small podium with two chairs on it. So this was Conference Room 1.

Pausing, I looked back. Behind me, some people were starting to stream in. I plopped down on one of the hard plastic chairs. It was going to be a long wait when to have the people settling down. I hated to admit, but I had no idea what was going on.

Finally, after lots of whispering and murmuring which I wasn’t part of, the speaker (or rather, speakers) arrived. First was a blond teenager who pulled a dark-haired girl along. They walked right out of the wall. More technology, I guessed. The same for our doors. The pair sat down on the chairs on the podium. Though she was trying to hide it, the girl was clearly nervous. The boy seemed calm and collected enough, but there was a tinge of – I shook my head. Since when had I become an emotional expert? I wasn’t even good enough with my own feelings.

“Hello,” began the boy. “I am Peeta Mellark and this is Katniss Everdeen. We are the Head Gamemakers.” He paused, glancing at the girl. “You have been gathered for a competition. Actually, it’s more of a battle to death.”

Instantly, murmuring broke out among the crowd. Peeta cleared his throat and continued. “Welcome to the Hunger Games, tributes.”

Katniss took over. “I hate the long version, so I’ll cut it short. Many years ago, there was this Capitol which ruled thirteen districts. The districts rebelled to try to gain their freedom, but they lost. One of the districts was destroyed.” She glanced at Peeta, then continued. “After this, to punish the districts, each year, each district has to send two people, one female and one male, called tributes, to participate in the Hunger Games. It is held to entertain the Capitol. The final survivor wins the Hunger Games. The losers… Well, they die.”

There was an ominous silence at the word ‘die’. Plainly, I could hear the whir of the air-conditioner. “So yeah,” continued Peeta, “the tributes were selected by the Reaping process, which is drawing lots. And…” Peeta broke off to whisper something with Katniss. Katniss shook her head no, to whatever Peeta said.