I tried opening both my eyes, but could only open my right eye. I could hear voices outside. I tried getting up, but I didn't have enough strength. Where am I? Someone crawled in through the entrance and I shut my eye. "I still don't know if you can hear me, but your stupid boyfriends are looking for you.
They aren't stupid I thought.
"Too bad they are both just weaklings. I can kill the rest of them. I'll show you!" he shouted.
"Th...they...will....k..k..ill you," I managed. I spat blood into the air as I spoke.
The person turned towards me and said, "I'm sorry for what I did."
"What did you do?" I said running my tongue over my teeth and tasting blood all over them. He looked at me with sad eyes. "Didn't anyone teach you not to hit a girl?" I said smiling. He smiled back and I heard a beeping sound. He walked out and came back with a container. He pulled out a bottle full of water. Helping me up, because my hands were tied behind my back and I didn't have the strength, he put the bottle to my mouth and told me to drink.
"The note says Drink up -H," the boy said. "Know anybody by the name H?"
"No," I said after he took the bottle from my lips.
"Do you know me?" he asked.
"No," I said.
"Do you know where you are?"
I looked around for a good minute or so and said, "Looks to me like a cave."
"Yes. Do you know what the Hunger Games are?"
"Yes. They are these horrible games where they take children and murder them in an arena," I said angrily.
He put a finger to my lips to shush me and said, "Don't say that. Do you know that you're in the games?"
"Why not? No one can hear or see us. Stop playing with me. Why am I tied up?" He grabbed my jacket and dragged me out of the cave. The ground was all white. I recognized the crunching under my feet and knew it was snow. He directed me to this wide open field with this big grey thing in the middle.
"Go walk to that over there," he said pointing to the weird thing. "All your answers are there." He turned back to the woods and walked away. I stumbled through the snow to get to the big grey thing. When I finally reached it, there was a concrete platform. There was a blue tarp covering the entrance. I walked to a parting in the tarp and stepped in. As soon as I got in, there was this horrible smell. I looked around the room I was in and saw swords, spears, tridents, and any kind of weapon you can think of. I grabbed a knife and cut the rope around my tied hands. I was rubbing my wrists, and that's when I saw him. Bryce. How did I know that? I nearly threw up at the sight of him in a puddle of blood. I quickly grabbed what I could; a light sword and the knife I used to cut my rooes. I tumbled out through the parting, almost tripping.
I am in Hunger Games I told myself. I saw someone step off the snow and onto the concrete. I readied my sword at this person.
"Well, well. Look at what we have here! A weak lone wolf," the boy snickered.
"I'm not weak!" I yelled at him.
"Let's see about that," he said pulling out his own sword and readying himself.
Dropping my sword, I said, "Let's have a fair fight. Fists only."
"Alright, sounds good to me," he said dropping his sword. He readied his fists and I readied mine. I faked a punch and kicked him in the side. He came at me with his foot, but I grabbed it and lifted it high so he would fall. He fell down and I got on top of him and pinned his arms down with my feet.
"Any last words?" I said pulling out the knife.
"Yeah," he said struggling, "Duck." I was confused for a second, but I leaned forward and I heard something fly by my head. I slit the boys throat, a cannon went off, and I turned around. I came face to face with this boy with orange hair. "I see you're not a fair fighter," I told him.
"It's fair for me," he said smiling. I saw someone behind him. The person threw a spear at the boy standing in front of me and the boy dropped dead.
"Where have you been this whole time?" the person yelled as they came running towards me. I got my knife ready to fight if I had to. "Whoa whoa whoa! What are you doing? I thought we were allies," the boy said.
"Who are you?" I asked still armed.
"I'm Brian. Do you not remember? It's been only a day," he said holding up his hands to show he was not going to fight.
"What is there to remember? I don't even know how I got in here."
"Look, I'll explain everything if you put the knife down."
I put my knife down and said, "Okay, you've got thirty seconds."
"Okay. So, you were reaped into the games with your best friend, Andrew. You told me you love him. The gamemakers decided to have two winners this year. I will let you and Andrew win. Why? Because I have no one else to look forward to. My parents both abandoned me. Anyway, you disappeared last night and Andrew and I went looking for you. Andrew is still looking for you. I came back to see if you were here. Luckily I did before Kevin killed you," he told me then grinned. We heard 3 cannons and looked up. Pictures of three boys with District 3, District 7, and District 9 under their pictures appear.
"Who's left?" I asked after the pictures.
"Just me, you, and Andrew," he said.
"Well, who's going to die?"
"I already told you. I'm going to kill my self. Or you can kill me."
"Should we wait for Andrew or do it now?"
"He's coming right now," he said pointing behind me. I turned around and he wrapped his arms around my neck. I couldn't breathe and I was getting light headed. I put the knife away in my pocket, out of reach. I guess he intended that. I felt I was about to pass out when something made him and me fall back. I landed on top of him with his arms still wrapped around my neck. There was a boy standing above me, holding out a hand. I threw The boy's arms off of me and grabbed the hand of the boy standing above me. "I'm guessing you're Andrew," I said taking in a deep breath.
"Yeah," he said grinning, "Don't you know that?"
"I kind of don't remember a lot," I said returning a smile.
"Well, I am your best friend, your district partner, your fellow victor, and your lover," he said taking my hand. I smiled and we heard a hovercraft above us. It slowly came down and landed. We hugged each other and walked to the hovercraft hand in hand.
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Hunger Games-My Story
Genç KurguAlmost 30 years ago, when Katniss and Peeta won the 74th hunger games, Katniss died after being reaped back into the games. She couldn't stand to live with the thought that Peeta might die. She killed herself when there was only Peeta and herself. S...