THG Fanfiction First Annual Hunger Games: The Fighter from Six

Chapter 2: Destination Death.

One we sat down on the rain, Paige broke out crying. I didn't know what to do. Should I comfort her? Should I let her be? I pat her back and say, "Hey, it's okay... It's okay..," I say comforting her. To be honest, it's not okay. Nothing is. She looked up at me and I got a better description of her face. Blue eyes, brownish blonde hair, medium nose. "Sure, I bet it is," she replies with a heavy tinge of sarcasm. She stood up and left to her designated room, leaving me alone in the lounge cart that my father, Paige's father and many other fathers most likely built.

Getting some pastries, I realized a box named, "Training for Tributes." I thought for a moment, took the box and engaged the holographic sequential videos. The first video was about survival. I focused on this with all my attention. This was what decided my life. Sure other tributes would be another danger but if you look at the statistics, 10% infections, 20% natural causes, 47% Starvation and Dehydration and 23% Death by human or mutational animals. As you see, 77% of the causes of dying are natural and less physical.

" That's it for the survival manual. Focus on this category, tributes. It is an integral part to becoming the lone victor," concluded the woman survivalist, Reprunelia. The hologram made a sizzling sound,made a noise, stayed idle for some minutes and returned with a holographic stutter and played a tape on weapons. The next significant thing.

"There are many types of weapon but here are the commons ones: the usual one, a knife or a dagger. An all mighty sword, an axe, maces and clubs. Ranged common weapons are, the usual bow and arrow, the piercing spear and the light throwing knife. There are other ones but aren't very popular with most tributes. Now if I may get you to," asked the weapons specialist as if he were talking to me, "Say your specific chosen weapon out loud and then you may begun the holographic course."

"Sword," I say and the holograms spun and spun then showed a woman with a sword. The woman grasped the hilt with two hands, brought it up her head and swiped down, killing the simulated human. She swiped to her left, to her right and lunged killing three tributes at once. I stood up and grabbed a long piece of bread, a baguette they call it in District Nine I think, and imitated the motions the woman did. I found it. My natural weapon. The sword.

"You're swift with that," said Paige who was apparently was stalking me since the sword video started. In reaction, I grasped the baguette hard and I pivoted behind me and I swiped at her. It her forehead and she fell off her stool and hit her head on the floor.

She cringed and groaned. "You don't even need a sword to be dangerous," she said.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized as I helped her up.

"It's fine. Now, I wanna try this thing. Reset! Throwing knives and daggers!" She exclaimed and the holographic sequence broke down and switched to the weapons Paige requested. A woman had three knives and she threw them one at a time, hitting the targets at the significant organs and parts of your body. The heart, the head and the chest. Paige, obviously, couldn't mimic those moves considering there are no objects similar to throwing knives that aren't harmful such as bread. I suggested she used grapes and throw them at me. I about seven feet from her and stood stiff. She grabbed grapes and started throwing them. Two went in my mouth. She spun, her hair flowing majestically in the light and she hit my chest. She threw five grapes at the same time and three hit me in the chest, one in the heart and the last one in the liver. My eyes were wide open and she had a devilish smirk.

"Early practice, hmmm?" Tasked our escort who came in.

"Uh, yeah," replied Paige.

"Smart. Now it's dinner. Chop, chop, let's go!" she ordered and we obeyed.

Dinner concluded and I headed to my room to take a shower and doze off. I awakened to the glare of the sun on my eyes. I creased my eyes trying to block it out. Stretching, I head to the bathroom and ran the hot water over my tired body. I sighed a sigh of pleasure as the little droplets of heavenly water came over my body. Heading to the dining lounge to join the others, I can see tall buildings rise over the horizon. We were near the Capitol. The automatic doors opened and I entered finding Paige and our apparent mentor from the Capitol who was introduced last night, Featherlark, talk what seemed the survival and what to do once the game commences.

"When you get in, get to high ground immediately-" he looked at me smiling, "look who joined us! Come sit." I did as he said and he kept talking, "So as I said, find high ground immediately and look for water. If there is not high ground or it's a desert, check the animals. If there are trees, I can sponsor you a sp-"

I interrupted him, "Sponsor? You mean people - Capitol people - can give us gifts while we are in the arena?"

"Yes! Now if there are tees yet no fresh water sources, I shall send you a spile. A spile is a device they use to get sap or syrup out of trees. Water also. Unless you have something sharp, I will send a knife with it so you can make the placement for the spile. If it's a desert with no trees, use the cactus water. It will make you loopy but it won't last long."

"OH WE ARE HERE CHILDREN! TAKE IN THE BEAUTY!" exclaimed Veronica who was reading a magazine but was now at the window looking at the Capitol. It truly was beautiful. Majestic glass buildings. The sun in the reflections. I then remember to remind myself that the people who inhabit this city are monsters and I look away. Destination Death is what It is.As we exit the train, people immediately cheer for us. I look my right and my left and see the other tributes from other districts. Since we were from Six, to my left was Seven and to my right was Five. Paige and I were rushed since we had a tribute parade to attend where us tributes are exposed to the Capitol people who are our possible sponsors. First I met my prep team who did touch ups then I was directed to a room where I met my personal stylist, Salennia. She gracefully walked into the room.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry you were brought into this," Salennia immediately said.

"What? That's not very stereotypical. Most Capitol people would be celebrating and congratulating me..." I replied bewildered.

"I have sympathy. I can feel what others feel. I'm not like the usual Capitol people. Anyway, your costume is supposed to pertain to your district trade. Transportation. What couldn't be better than a train drivers outfit? With a twist that is," she finished and we immediately started working.