“Argh, this is ridiculous!” I snap, trying to operate the controls in the control lounge.
“Calm yourself, Hyora,” Mark Lillian mutters while walking towards me with a cup of coffee in his hands.
He gives it to me, which I snatch and gulp down, ignoring the heat. Right now, I am too focused on watching over Dean and Lianka.
“Is Gina asleep?” I ask Mark.
“Yeah, Gina and Falafel have gone to bed,” Mark says. “Look, Hyora. It’s already midnight. You should get some rest. Don’t worry about them, they’ll be fine.”
“No!” I snap. “You have no idea, don’t you? Both of my tributes mean a lot to me! I have to constantly watch over them! For all you know, a career tribute could be lurking around the corner about to kill them!”
“Which reminds me,” Mark interrupts. “How do you feel about that Haivana Shard girl allying with Dean?”
“I don’t trust that bitch,” I snap, as I turn back at my control desk and turn on the screens in front of me.
On my left screen, I see Dean sleeping so peacefully in the cave with that conniving Haivana Shard. On my right screen, I see a severely injured Lianka wandering aimlessly through the empty halls of another pyramid which she found about a couple of hours after the bloodbath. I look at Lianka and can’t help but worry about her. When the Hunger Games began, Lianka tried grabbing a sword from the cornucopia, but one of the career tributes punched her in the face, while another one attempted to push her off the pyramid, in which they did. She tumbled down and tried to run away. She eventually found another pyramid and has been wandering aimlessly through it for hours.
“Lianka isn’t looking too good,” Mark sighs.
“You don’t think I know that?” I snap, glaring at the two screens.
I zoom in on Dean and a tear falls down my cheek at the sight of him sleeping so peacefully, when he could technically die any moment.
That same instant, the control desk beeps indicating that there is another tribute near the vicinity of Lianka. I zoom in on my right screen and navigate between all the different hidden camera views. I gasp and see that there is a girl stalking Lianka from behind.
“Who is this girl?” I mutter while zooming in on her face.
“That’s the District 9 tribute,” Mark says. “Her name is Sia Sunflower, I think.”
“Oh, shit! Come on Lianka, concentrate!” I snap at the screen, hoping she will hear me, but obviously she can’t.
Lianka continues walking down the hallway as Sia Sunflower gets closer and closer to Lianka. Sia then wraps her arms around Lianka’s neck and begins chocking her.
“Lianka, NO!” I shout, as I open up another screen with all our money from the sponsors.
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THE 69TH HUNGER GAMES - Book 2: Trainer
FanfictionThe fashionista sixteen year old, Hyora Coco, came out of the 68th Hunger Games as a victor, but the price she had to pay to win was definitely not worth it. Now riddled with nightmares, Hyora Coco must now face the troublesome task of coaching the...
