Deadly Game (A Hunger Games fanfic)

I DO NOT OWN THE IDEA OF THE HUNGER GAMES, IT BELONGS TO SUZANNE COLLINS, BUT MOST OF THE PLOT AND CHARACHTERS ARE MINE!!!

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<3Anna

Prologue

I stare at the glass ball. I stare at the many white, neatly folded papers. Those papers can be my death. Don't call my name, I beg you. Not me, not me, not me, notmenotmenotme...

'Cause if I die, who will be there for Adina? Who will stop Will from working himself to death in a desperate try to keep Adina and me alive?

I've never been this scared before. Not even that night when we waited, knowing it was a waste. They wouldn't come back.

Not even in the morning, when I'd heard it. Not even then, knowing we would probably die too, knowing our lives were forever changed.

Not one single second of my life have I been this scared.

Last year was so different. No fear. We knew there were no chances that we would be forced into the game. There have always been volunteering tributes, but not this year. No families can give away chances to get more money, more food.

Distric 4 is a quite rich district, but this year a mysterious disease has spread into the fish, and it can not be eaten without getting symptoms. And the disease leads to a certain death. Everyone needs the money that will come from winning the Hunger Games, but not one single girl or boy can risk their lives this year. Their help is needed in order for their families to stay alive.

And I know what will happen next.

I have seen it, in my dreams. I have feared it, for so long. I feel it, feel the knot in my stomach, and know my intuition is right.

This year, it will be my name.

I glance backwards, meeting Adina's gaze. My six-year-old little sister stands in her best dress beside Melisea's mum. Her blue eyes meet mine, and I see that she understands. This is going to be goodbye.

Will stands a few feet from me, with the other fourteen year old boys, his face is serious and pale. He doesn't look at me, but I know that he feels my eyes on him, 'cause his lips move. Without even looking, I can read which words his lips form. Be brave. We'll make it.

Those words have been repeated over and over again, since we've lost them. We've said them to each other so often, that it feels like they will come true some day.

But not today.

Please, let me be wrong.

The woman's hand moves into the glass ball, and I see how she grabs one folded paper. I close my eyes. In my head I see all the faces, faces of people who I love and care about. Will, Adina, Mum, Dad, Melisea, and her family...

"Cassidy Wildeman."

My name rings through the air, and my fear almost suffocates me.

I hold my head high and squeeze Melisea's hand reassuringly, and her beautiful face is streaked with tears. Then I walk towards the scene.

I am going to die, but I'm not going to break. My death will be in true Cassie style: I will die fighting for my life.

Cassidy Wildeman would never die without a fight.