The hunted in the games

Tribute lament

-Sealiks pov-
I don't know why I even bother with the games. That girl from ten looked like she could shoot lasers from her very large, blue eyes. And District two? Forget it. I can't compete with Alyssa and Elies, who have been working their whole life for this one moment. The pair look like their on steroids. Next to them, I feel insignificant.
I know I can't kill.
See, there's a secret that I have. I cannot be victor. No, it would scar me for life. And if I live then Casey...
I can't imagine living in that much misery. Not even a mansion full of cash could save my hollow self. All I need to do is protect Casey, my beautiful, hardworking sister. She deserves it 100 percent more then me. Scars are there to prove that.
Speaking of Casey...
"We need to talk" she states, coming into my room. In her hand contained a pin and a screwdriver.
Did she pick my lock?
"What?" I say.
Her eyes rest on the ground as she closes the door.
"Casey...?"
Uninvited, she sits next to me on my bed. It was a kind gesture, but underneath was sorrow.
I pet her hair soothingly " What would you like to talk about?"
Tears fall down her face "Sea, I'm scared. For the first time in a while, ever since pa was caught stealing fish, I feel it."
I try not to cry either "I'm scared too. Way out of my mind. I feel like once I die there, there is no going back. Everyone will forget."
Pause.
"Will you sing for me?" Casey asks. She rubs the green comforter.
"Cas..."
"I-I get it. It's just so scary. I need to be strong but how can I? I'm no assassin!"
I hug her tight. "There is nothing that can separate us. Not even death. Now dry your tears. We got a long day ahead."
Casey sniffs gently on her red sweater. I wonder how many dead have worn that before? Will she come back or...
'Stop it' I tell myself 'She is a career. She will win.'
"So did you deliver the note?" I ask.
"I did. It feels wrong but maybe if I kill the weak one in a humane way, it will be better. Like give her poisonous berries or something. A thirteen year old should die that way."
'If you want to believe that deceiving is the best way to...' I think menacingly.
"Arrrrggh!" I groan to stop my train of thoughts.
"What's wrong, Sea?"
I lower my eyes "Nothing. Please stay here. I know we've fought as siblings but for now I just want you to stay."
She falls asleep into my arms after a few minutes. In the light on the moon, her scar was so noticeably etched into her face. As her brother,I didn't find beauty in her face but she was beautiful in the way not of vanity. She was my sister. I want her to see her children as I was their uncle.
But...
There was something wrong with that dream. If I died, she lived. I would never know my nephew or niece.
I sigh. I had no other option.
I fall asleep in the comfort of my family.

-Chloe's pov-
I peck at the soft, multigrain bread in my hand. It was comforting to be able to hold it in my hand.
The thoughts of my home ran through my head. What would Sao and Ikayr be doing right now?
I imagine they would be sitting in the long, worn couch, sharing a meal of grains and boiled veggies, watching the silent, black and white tv. Did they think I would win?
Not likely. But I knew even without a house in the victor village, Sao would watch Ikayr. They would be physically alright.
Mentally, not so.
But life would go on without me. They would eat, work, play and chat like any other individual. I just wouldn't be there.
I hope they forget about me. Me and Grace and my parents and-
I chew a bite of bread. The warmth spread to my stomach but did little for my brain. I wasn't alright.
'Go to sleep, Chloe!' I think fervently. I roll on my side. The mattress swirled around me, encasing me.
I roll on my back.
I roll on my stomach.
I roll on my side.
"I can't sleep" I moan.  
What would Ikayr be doing right now, in bed. Having the same problem? Couldn't sleep with death on her mind?
I lurch forward. I feel nauseous suddenly. I needed some air.
Grabbing my slippers, I roll out of the king sized bed and pad over to the door. There's got to be a way out somehow.
Nope. Not even a single unlocked window to stick my head out of.
"Urrrggghh" I grunt.
"Having some trouble?" Asked a snide voice. It was the voice of the person I did not want to see the most.
"Go away, Peafowl" I spit.
"No. We're supposed to be district partners. Partners." He added.
"I would rather be killed in the arena than be seen as your partner. Don't you have some manners to learn?"
I turn and push him with my shoulder and closed my room door.
No more of him. I'll sort him right, that's for sure.
Suddenly I feel tired. I want to get away from here.

I'll set him straight. Partners.

I am really sorry that I haven't updated. It's been really busy and I forgot how much I enjoy writing. Hope you all enjoy the story so far. This chapter was just meant to fill in the details that were missed previously.