This is mine! Not stolen.
A few tears fall down your cheeks as you walk towards the stage. You had just been chosen for the hunger games. District 7. You are just like any normal person, well, besides you being trained for something like this your whole life. Your parents were paranoid and decided to make you train. Causing you to have no social life, no friends, and worst of all, no one to talk to.
You're jerked out of your thoughts as the male tribute was announced. He was a scrawny kid. You knew he wouldn't last long and that made you pity him. You wanted to help, but you knew there could be only one victor. A small sigh escapes your lips as Effie Trinket says aloud
"May the odds be ever in your favor."
And with that, the you two are escorted away to separate rooms. Of course, no one came to bid you farewell besides a tearful mother and a stone eyed father. Of course you were scared and going to miss them, but crying more would just weaken you.
Once your parents are forced out, you are directed to the train that would take you to the capitol.
As time passed on the train, you stayed silent. The boy kept his distance, which you gratefully accepted. The last thing you needed was someone nagging on you. The only person you really listened to was your mentor. He gave useful tips. Which you were grateful for.
A few hours later you arrive. It was enormous! So grand and so .. loud. Cheers erupted as the train came to a stop. You looked through the window to see the screaming capitol citizens. It both frightened and disgusted you. How could people take enjoyment in this? Watching teenagers kill each other till there was but one poor soul left? You brush these thoughts away and are escorted out. You remind yourself you are here to impress, you will need some allies from the outside. Perhaps for food or medicine.
So you put on a fake but charming smile. Flashing it at everyone who glanced at you. Your e/c eyes sparkling with fake enthusiasm and your h/c hair blowing slightly in the wind.
Once you are inside, you go through the motions. Allowing things to happen. Soon enough, you end up in the training room. You did not have one specific talent, rather, you were skilled in most everything. As you practiced throwing knives, your eyes catch a certain blonde head in the crowd of bustling teenagers.
Finnick Odair.
Hmph. You had heard of him before, he won the hunger games once. So he must be very skilled. It's best not to make an enemy out of him. Quite the looker as well, you had to admit to yourself. He catches you staring and smirks. He sends a wink your way and you blush lightly and look away quickly. Ok, so you wouldn't call it a crush, but you certainly admired him very much. He had this certain je ne sais quoi.
You stop practicing and take a small break. You sit down at a bench and grab a water bottle and take a drink. You see Katniss Everdeen and Peter Mellark. Somehow, these two became very famous in a small amount of time. Maybe it was because Katniss volunteered for her kid sister Prim? Anyway, you didn't give a shit. As far as you were concerned they were your enemies. Well, everyone was at this point. It was just not time to kill them.
Kill.
You wondered what it would be like to kill someone. The thought of it made your stomach turn, sure you had killed animals before. But a human being? That is a whole different story. You were pulled out of your thoughts as you see the one and only Finnick Odair approach you with a cocky grin.
You tense up and look at him curiously. He notices your tense body and chuckles lightly.
"Don't worry hon, you don't have to be afraid of me. Yet." He says with a slight smirk.
