The Wunder Games-A Hunger Games Fan Fic

The Wunder Games 4

Before dinner, I decide to explore. After living in a one room house your entire life, trekking a train with several cars is like trekking the world. So many halls and rooms! I stumbled across Elaina's private quarters at one point. Man, was she mad.

I lastly find myself in a sitting room. Only one person occupies it. Garren.

I do not wish to get to know Garren because odds says he'll be dead in a few weeks, but curiosity drives me.

"Hey." I say cautiously. Don't make fun of this statement. He does look like he could possibly bite.

"Hello," he answers, making the conversation even more weird.

"Nervous?"

"Anxious." He corrects me.

"For what?" I blurt out. "You could die!"

"I know. But you also can win." He has a point. But it is just too bad for him because there can only be one winner and that victor's crown is mine. It was mine from the beginning.

How can I watch someone from my own district die, though? The thought makes me shiver.

"I must admitt," I put in, "I am a little anxious myself. Just the fact that we will be spending at least a week in the Capitol before starting the competition makes me wonder..."

"Yeah, I know," Garren gets to his feet, "Show us the arena already! It's like snooping around! I prefer a straight fight."

"I've never been in a straight fight." I say quietly.

"Never?"

"Nope. Never."

"Then you don't stand a chance!" This boy is irritating me.

"Yes, I do stand a chance! I can-I can..." I trail off.

"Can do what?" Garren looks at me suspiciously. 

"Sorry," I respond, "I can't tell you. I want to keep it a secret. But I have been practicing the basic skills like tree climbing and running really fast. I cannot let you know which weapon is my greatest strength, though."

"So you're against me!"

"I never said that!"

"But you are!"

"Why do you care?" I think I have him stumped here.

"I was hoping to create a little-eh-alliance," he replies.

"Why would you want me for an ally?" I point out, "I'm just fourteen and as you said, I don't stand a chance. I'm really just a kid."

"With me, we both stand a bigger chance," Garren tells me, "Whatever your secret weapon is, might get us some food while we're in there. And I think we both agree on the fact that we don't want to see a fellow tribute die."

"Yes," I whisper, "I agree."

"So we're allies?"

"Not yet," I answer. "I want to get a look at these games first. We don't know what we're walking into?"

 "We do!" Garren says, "We're walking straight into a fight to the death and we're going to win! When will you tell if we're allies or not?" 

"Soon," I promise him.

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I don't dress up for dinner. Garren has. He looks quite handsome in a button-down-dress shirt and brown trousers. He sits down at the table and Elaina, who wears a bright flowery thing that matches the color of her hair, immediatly complements him on how nice he looks. 

Wow. You show up in a nice shirt and pants and suddenly you're the talk of the town. 

I cut in to the conversation. Garren is just explaining what materials his outfit is composed of when I cut it.

"So it's just the three of us?"

"Uh...yes, just us three." Elaina looks a little disappointed that I interuppted, as if nothing could be more interesting then clothing. "The Capitol and Gamemakers thought in the future they could have mentors for the tributes." 

"Why do we not have mentors?" Garren asks, taking a big bite of stuffed pig. 

"Because," Elaina explains, "They thought the mentors could be past victors from their districts. That means if one of you win this year, next year District Four will have a mentor!"

"I can't wait to teach them all my tricks!" Garren smiles, excitedly.

Over-confident, I think, How can he be so sure he's going to win?

"I'm sure you'll be a great mentor," Elaina assures him. Not her too! I stand up and push my plate of salmon sandwiches and pesto sauce away.

"Not hungry," I say, "Now, if you'll excuse me..." I run from the dining car. I don't stop until I reach my compartment. Garren's choice of clothing is still lurking in the corners of my mind. Where did he get them? I don't know anyone who wears or owns that type of clothes in District 4. Only the Capitol and maybe District 1 can afford such luxuries. I fling open my closet and sure enough, inside hang several shining dresses. Like I'm going to wear those anytime soon. 

I'll look like an extra sparkly unicorn mermaid.

Elaina knocks on my door soon, inviting me to come into the lounge with her and Garren to watch other districts reapings. I say yes and trudge out the door.

The reapings are nothing exciting. Lots of tributes stand out in my mind, though. An extremely attractive nervous but brave-looking teenage boy from District One. His fellow tribute is too pretty to be real with her white blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes. The male tribute from District Two is about eighteen with large muscles and monsterous looking expression. The girl from District Two is unreadable. I think she is my age and has long dark hair and dark eyes but pale skin. Garren and I are reaped after District Three. I see my mother pushing through the crowd and trying to reach out for me. There is no mistaking the mixture of hatred and fear in my face. From District Six, a girl with wavy blonde hair, who looks like the type of person who would easily bite back with the perfect sassy remark everytime, stands out in my mind. Also, the tributes from District Twelve are a skinny, crow like boy and a twelve year old girl who looks barely eight.

This haunts me. I can't stop the tears from bursting out of my eyes when I view the District Twelve reapings. I want to shout "No! Someone! Don't let them go!"

"Olivi?" Elaina asks me, "Everything alright?"

I respond by running back to my compartment and ignoring her.

I flop down on my bed and try to find sleep. But the events of today are too shocking to wriggle out of my mind. When I finally do doze off, I see my mother's screaming face, stained with tears of worry, in my nightmares.