The Alliance Of Six: The 29th Hunger Games.

CHAPTER EIGHT

ELECTRA'S P.O.V.

I sit at the dining table of our floor of the Training Center building, with my chin in the palm of my hands. My stylist, mentor and District partner, Orion, sits across from me.

I don't think they particularly like me, nor do the tributes. I'm used to it though, being alone, being treated the way that I am.

I didn't have friends back in District 5, everyone was jealous of me, I had more money than than everyone else because my mother was a victor in the 9th Hunger Games.

She's my only family. My mother was only 18 when her name was called at the Reaping. She was tough and likeable, she had lots of friends and family back home, and she had plenty of sponsors.

Unlike me. The only person close to me in my life is my mother, but she raised me to be a victor. She's been preparing me my whole life for the moment my name was called for the games. I wish I could say that she loved me, but all she cares about is me winning the Hunger Games. I can still here her words in my head.

“You've got to be a winner, Electra.”

“You've got to be like your mother.”

I don't like to admit it, but my mother is selfish. I don't expect her support for me when I'm in the arena. Unless I'm winning.

Once we leave our floor and take the elevator down to the Training Center, we start training right away. I don't pay much attention to the survival skills, I just practice at the combat stations. I have to do the best I can with the weapons, because when my mother watches the games, I want her to be proud.

They have whips to practice with, which is different, but works to my advantage because not many people know how to use a whip. I still wish I had my electricity whip back home, but you aren't allowed to bring weapons. People have tried to sneak them in, and kill the other tributes before or during the games.

I stop practicing to look over my shoulder, the District 8 female tribute, Cyn, is over by the archery station with her District partner. I notice the are almost always together.

I feel a pang of jealousy. My District partner is never with me, it's like he doesn't want anything to do with me.

Cyn stops shooting to watch me practice, and I see my opportunity and take it. I give her something to watch by showing her how well I can use this whip. I turn to look at Cyn with a satisfied grin. Her expression hasn't changed. Once we make eye contact from across the Training Center, she observes me, slightly tilting her head and, turning back to her target, she fires an arrow. It hits it's mark right in the center, with Cyn gracefully standing with the bow in her hand. Cyn turns to look back at me, and waits for a reaction from me. I just continue practicing, ignoring Cyn. I'm not sure I like District 8. I mean, I know it's normal for tributes, but it seemed like Cyn was challenging me. I wonder if she wants me as an ally. The truth is, I don't want allies. I don't want the responsibility of looking out for another person. I can take care of myself, and myself only.