MCSM: Hunger Games

~chapter six~

"Get up! It's another BIG, BIG DAYY!" Boomed Sorren, looming over me.
I squinted my eyes, the light coming from my curtains blinding me.
Sorren grinned, holding a pile of clothes in his hands.
He dropped them on top of me, already heading off.
"Make sure to put these on!" He called, disappearing out mc my line of vision. "Expect some cold nights!"
I heard the door slide closed, signaling that Sorren had left.
I sighed, pulling back the covers and getting out of bed.
I swear, that man is always going somewhere.
I picked up my clothes that he had given me, examining them.
There was a dark green shirt, jeans, brown boots, and a jacket that looked quite warm.
Each year, the arena is in a different environment.
And each environment requires a specific set of clothes for the tributes.
I looked at this one, seeing no clues as to what arena we're about to be thrown in.
....these clothes could be suited for anything.
'Expect some cold nights!'
Was that a joke?!
Are we going to be thrown into a frozen wasteland?!
I pushed the thought of the arena out of my mind, taking the clothes with me into the bathroom to change.
...
The helicopter was eerily quiet, even with twenty three other people on it.
People in white lab coats had these syringes, but the 'needles' were three times the size of a normal needle.
They went around, shooting a metal chip into each person through the tube.
One finally reached Jess, who pulled her arm back in anger.
"What are you doing?!" Asked Jess. "I want to know what you're doing before you shoot
something into my arm!"
The woman sighed, pulling back Jess' sleeve once more.
"It's a tracking device. It helps us keep tabs on you in the arena." Growled the woman.
She shot the chip into jess' arm without another word.
The woman walked to me, pulling back my sleeve.
Without hesitation, the metal device shot the chip into my forearm, making me wince.
It glowed softly, and then she pulled out the metal device.
She walked on to the next person, the windows blacking out.
I guess we're close to the arena.
...
"Whatever you two do..." growled Ivor, glaring at me. "Don't go to the cornucopia."
Jess wasn't here.
We were underneath the arena, in the areas known as the starting rooms.
There was a separate one for each tribute, with a tube in the center.
That tube led to the actual arena.
Ivor handed me a glass of water and I chugged it down without a thought.
Dehydration gets to most people more than actual murder.
"You will really want to go to the cornucopia, but it's a trap." Muttered Ivor, taking the glass from my hands. "It's a bloodbath out there. What you need to do is get the hell out."
I nodded, showing that I understood.
"Please aboard your tube within the next twenty seconds." Purred a voice over a loudspeaker. "Twenty. nineteen. Eighteen. Seventeen..."
Ivor looked at me, approval in his eyes.
"Twelve. Eleven."
I walked to the tube, the glass closing around me.
"Good luck, Lukas." Huffed Ivor. "You're going to need it."
"...One."
The tube started lifting upward, my heart racing.
I'm less than two minutes, my lifeless body could be lying in the grass.
Sunlight blinded me, making me wince.
I stayed frozen, my vision barely adjusting.
A timer of sixty seconds was going off, the numbers floating in front of the black, metal cornucopia.
We were all spread out in one giant circle, some facing the cornucopia, others facing the way of the forest.
Wait... forest?
I took in my surroundings, seeing trees all around me.
Except for a drop off to my far right.... anything could be there, a cliff, a lake, a pit of poisonous snakes... the possibilities are endless.
I saw a knife about ten feet from me, and decided to go for that when the timer goes off.
Nobody dared to move off their platform now.
If you moved off your pedestal before the timer went off, you were blown sky-high by the game makers- the people who run these twisted games.
And literally, sky-high. They once had to wipe bits of a girl off of the floor when she fell off balance.
I looked to Jess, who's eyes were set on the cornucopia.
Specifically on a glittering bow and a quiver of silver arrows.
I glared at her, managing to catch her eye for a split second.
I shook my head, pointing to the woods.
She looked back to the cornucopia, giving me just enough time to look at the timer.
Right as it hit zero.