Hunger Games: Secured

Secured: Chapter Four

"What just happened will happen more often, we want to train you both for the arena very well so that you two will last at least the first night compared to everyone else." Mrs. Botch said, catching our attention as I stuffed a piece of cornbread in my mouth quietly.

We were going to be fighting more often and I was hoping that they'd make them more spaced out because by the time I get the arena, I won't have anymore fight left in me and will surrender to whoever is against me. My crying, worrying, and fear... not to mention the fighting had made me very hungry and I didn't realize it until now.

Dinner was mainly quiet with the mentors talking, Mrs. Botch had said that in the morning, I was going to learn how to cook with items that I would find around the arena... fun. I was dying to meet the other tributes and see what I could take on, were some of them willing to allies but I remembered what happened to someone with the same though. They went to sleep with their back turned to their "ally" and five seconds later, their own cannon went off.

"With each other?" Best asked, making me glance at him.

I had my chance against him, he was an amazon compared to me and I knew one punch would take me down.

"If it gets to that, and depending on how you two are handling yourselves, I assume that you'll be just fine." Rockro said, taking a bite out of his roll.

"I do as well." I said more to myself than anyone else.

"You become your worst when you fear your worst." Rockro said, I was guessing that was his advice of the day. "Eat up, then get some sleep, it's a busy day tomorrow."

I nodded as he bided good night to Mrs. Botch, myself, and Best, I then did the same before climbing to my feet with a small biscuit in my hand and walking toward my bedroom.

"Hey, Greier." I halted as a deep but soothing voice stopped me.

"Yea?" I asked quietly, slowing turning to face Best.

"Good fight." He said, but I could tell he wanted to say more but I didn't push it, not in front of Mrs. Botch.

"Thanks." I said, turning and walking to my room as he finished eating.

I climbed back in bed happily and closed my eyes, I was exhausted and I could just imagine what tomorrow held for me, better yet, what my dream held for me.

I rolled over and fell right into dream land:
I smiled at the clapping people as they cheered me on, it was bright out and the air was humid, making my long, back-length black braids frizz a little as I acknowledged them and waved happily, letting them see the fake me as I buried the real me under death and drowned it in other people's blood.

Suddenly, I was hiding behind a bush and I had a throwing dagger in my hand, I heard some rustling as someone tried to flee but I quickly jumped out as they looked behind them and didn't see me swing the blade straight toward their chest. The force of the blade digging into their chest and their shock knocked them straight to the ground, dead. It was quiet again as I listened quietly, walking up to the body slowly incase the person was still alive, I pulled my dagger out as I heard more rustling, a loud threatening boom filled the air as a the person's cannon went off.

"District 10. Eliminated." A pitchy but deep voice stated.

I turned and ran off, clutching the Javelin Spear tightly as my braids swirled around me, sometimes getting in the way but I was useless of it because my scrunchie had broken the first night when someone yanked at my hair. I placed my bloody throwing dagger in my rope belt and kept moving toward the center of the arena, where the cornucopia was because it was Feast time. I eyed the edge of the forest and saw not a body insight, I glanced back to where the dead body laid and saw the bag of bread, that's useful.