Nikolas Frente

Life here in district 1 isn't bad, at times, not a single bit of striving for hunger was a big issue. We are, after all, the highest class of all districts, who are we to say that we aren't the most trusted by the Capitol? Well, to be honest, we really are. The Capitol trusts our community with pride and dignity; nothing could break our friendship chains...

...Unless one guy like me destroys that chain and kill President Snow.

I'm Nikolas Frente. A foreign name, I know. I really don't know where the name originated from nor do I want to know whens't it's from, I never recall to remember of where I was born or where I started to take notice of consciousness and the meaning of life, it's as if I was born a few weeks ago in the state that I'm currently in. But for now, I live a carefree life, I do as I please, no guards to arrest me, no girls wooing at me and especially no President Snow chasing my back, none of the sort, although one thing that bugs me the most had always lingered at the back of my brain, never leaving my thoughts alone. That's right.

The Hunger Games.

The 21st annual Hunger Games is just to begin in more than 3 days. I'm prepared for it in a way. I WOULD die in honour and win for my district, if only, IF ONLY I had a reason to... For a friend, a lover, or a family perhaps. But I don't have any of those valuable things? All I have is my dog? I can't necessarily win for a dog? Although maybe I can... pardon my rudeness. Tessie is my number one golden retriever; she came to me for shelter just a few weeks ago. It's as if we were meant to be together forever considering I've been alone for 7 bloomin' years. Alone for 7 years, can you imagine that? Ever since I was a brittle bright 10 year old to be precise. I'm not that 'brittle and bright' kid anymore; I'm a 17 year old killing machine.

It's a little awkward how I'm hidden away at the car heap junk site from everyone and all the other 17 year olds are in brutal training and preparation for the Games. Here I am, propped up against the wall of compacted metal, lost in my imagination and thoughts of how many more children would crucially die. Just another day in 'paradise' as we all sarcastically say. But seriously... if you think about it, ALL those many lost generations... lost. Forever.

Chapter 1: Shock.

Casually, I slip on my tatty black boots as I slid into my leather jacket. My daily routine. As usual. Not really taking notice of what would happen or what would occur in my cliché day, I plan out my self-planned 'chores': Bribe the bakers for food and avoid the group of girls that line up outside the junk yard for me. How on earth do those girls keep finding me! I had to relocate my hiding spot TWICE this month?! I don't know HOW they find me so fast, I'm well known for my hiding skills you know, not to really brag or anything. I walk off towards the town centre for two minutes and I get halfway across the muddy and dry junk yard when suddenly, something caught my eye, a shiny object, Silver. Small. Equivalent to a butcher's knife. Somehow I thought of one of the 'fan girls' becoming fed up of queuing up at the entrance of the junk yard, became psycho, grabbed a weapon and stalked me from this very spot I stand. Fortunately, it wasn't one of my fan girls turning psycho. It was something worse. My ear sensed unknown footsteps... someone I've never come across before. Anyhow, I want to know why this very person behind clutches a knife with them and surely, from what I sense, it is no ordinary butcher's knife. This knife was a high tech killer specially made from New Metal (stronger than Titanium, light as a feather). What kind of person would own such an expensive and valuable knife? This hunter must hold some kind of riches... Interesting. Anyways, back to my lecture, this knife/dagger is equipped with venomous poison, so when the victim is stabbed, they are left with fatal injuries let alone the venom in the victim's body. Wonder how I know all this? Ask my dead sister who fought in the Games 7 odd years ago, funnily enough, she taught me everything there is to know about surviving near death experiences, she survived all that because 7 years ago, she was the Victor. Unfortunately, she died at the quarter quell. And yes. I did have family once thanks for asking.