The 100th Hunger Games- Fourth Quarter Quell

Chapter 26

Clarissa POV

As the train screeches to a halt, I see the station. Filled of people that usher Dad and I to our room. It's at Level 12 of this building.

As I walk into the suite, I see the luxuries that we never had. A bar stocked with alcohol. Two personal servants called Avoxes. A large living room with a huge television. Then, I see the room. I push open mine to see the huge comfortable bed that I never owned. It's 6am. I probably should get some rest.

Effie isn't with us though. Probably because she was reaped as a tribute. She stays at the opposite building with Lux Trinket, her nephew. I personally hate how he damaged the alliance. Maybe, I'll be able to kill him.

Dad and I had promised ourselves that we would sacrifice anything for the twins to live. Even our own lives. The twins don't deserve this but we have lived a great life. I've lived 21 years. They at least deserve more.

As I doze off, I see a shadow. But who?

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Primrose POV

Just as I exit that room, I'm pushed back into it by Snow. I maneuver back, hitting the bed frame. He walks nearer and nearer, till our lips almost touch. Just then, he pushes me down straight onto the floor, with his hand muffling my screams. I struggle as Peacekeepers restrain me down. Just then, Snow has a lady come at me. In her hands holds a syringe filled with a purple substance. Just as the lady comes for me, Snow says,

"Primrose Mellark, you are definitely going to the Games. But as a attraction. Not a tribute."

Just then, the syringe inserts into my neck. My vision goes blurry.

"Good Luck, Miss Mellark. You are going to be a very good death trap." Snow says before I fade into darkness.

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Carmen POV

At 8, I awaken to see my family. Well, almost my whole family. Mum isn't there though.

Clarissa is in my room. Apparently, Serena is her stylist as well. Serena picks out Clarissa's training outfit and for me, a simple plain t-shirt with a pair of skinny jeans as I will be spectating the training of today.

Then, we are sent down to eat. Clarissa digs in heartily into the delicious delicacies that our family couldn't afford. Katniss only supported us on the apothecary. The rest we were left to fend for our selves. 

Dad and Clarissa are sent straight down to training as Serena brings us to the mentors room./ Here, we can see the training centre clearly.

As I see them, I hear a voice say,

"Come with me."

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Clarissa POV

I take the elevator down with Dad. Halfway through, Dad says,

"Clarissa, I know you have not been too well without me. And after Clifford's death and all."

"We are fine." I reply coldly. I do not want to talk to a guy who simply abandons us without telling why for all these years.

"But-" He starts.

"All I know is that I have grown up fatherless for all these years. If anyone was a father to me, it was Mum. You are nothing but a fellow tribute that volunteered for Mum. I owe you nothing." I cut off.

Just then,  the elevator door opens. I walk out, ignoring Dad. He walks behind me.

As I walk in, the head trainer Atala briefs us on the safety measures and lets us off to go train.

I walk towards the weapons first. For medical herbs and edible plants, it's easy. Working at the apothecary since I was young has helped me a lot. I start off with the archery station. Ever since the twins took over the hunting of food, I haven't been sharping my archery skills or my knife throwing. Ever since I turned 15, the twins wanted to take over. So Mum allowed them. I was to help in the apothecary. With a burden lessened, I could fully enjoy working as a healer.  

I grab a bronze bow and a simple arrow and stand in a position and release the arrow. It almost hits the bulleye, missing it by a few centimeters. I hear snickers from the back of me and I'm infuriated. I grab another arrow and fire another. It hits the bulleye straight. I hear some gasps but ignore it and toss the bow on the ground.

I head to the knife throwing station. It angers me that I'm in the Games. But we promised in the train that we would sarcifice ourselves for the twins. At least they can go home and they have Mum, Grandfather, Grandmother, money and a good life. 

I look up to see Crystal watching us. Carmen isn't there though. I continue on with the knives. I see a sparkle in her eyes as I grab my knife. I shoot it straight and it hits the dummy's heart. I smile at my achievement as I walk to the weapon stations that I'm not familiar with. I start with the tridents.

"You're holding it wrong." I hear a voice say. I turn to see a petite 12 year old wielding a trident like a pro. She's definitely from District 4. 

"And you are?" I ask. 

"Ashley. District 4." She replies.

"And hold the trident with one hand. Don't use both. Grip it with all of your fingers in a punching position. " She continues.

"Thanks. And my name is Clarissa. From District 12." I say.

"Wait, it can't be. You are the granddaughter of Katniss Everdeen! You must be the family member that was reaped." She exclaims.

"Oh, and I'm the family member reaped for my sister, Kimberley. Your sister killed her, you know. But I can't blame her. My sister was a nuthead to like a guy who didn't even have feelings for her." She continues.

"Why approach me? If I handle the trident wrongly, that could result in my death." I ask curiously. She hesitates before saying,

"I want to ally." 

"What?" I exclaim.

"Yes. I saw you at the archery station. You're a natural. Just like your sister." She explains.

"So?" She asks.

"I'll ally. But with you and my sisters." I declare.

"Alright. But isn't your Dad reaped as well?" She asks.

"He abandoned us for so many years. I don't want him in our alliance." I coldly reply.

"Alright then. See you around." She replies befiore walking towards the knife station.

I attempt to shoot the trident with the newfound knowledge. It hits the dummy in the stomach and I gleam in joy. I decide to go to the axe station to at least attempt all the station once.

 After that, we are sent to lunch and I'm prepared to go for the private sessions. 

Just as I approach the metal doors that so decide my fate, I see the Peacekeepers "usher" or push me in. The Gamemakers have sent us in from decending order.

I walk straight in to see the Gamemakers with their eyes fixated on me. I feel like tossing out their eyeballs into the punchbowl beside them.

"Name?" Head Gamemaker Titus Crane asks.

"Clarissa Lart. Age 21." I reply coldly.

"You may begin." He announces.

I grab a knife and........

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