To die, or not to die. That is the question - Hungergames Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Everything went by in a blur. The getting in the car, the boarding of the train, the eating of lunch. I stared out of the window, looking at the trees passing by. If only I could get out of this train. I would survive. I would live in the trees, eating berries. But even if I was able to get out, I would be signing my death warrant.

I was going to die either way, how could I last long enough to get a good spot in the games? I wanted to go down with a bang. An epic fight, that was the way to do it. I would be remembered, at least.

I got up and started wondering about the train, bumping into just about everyone twice. I opened some doors and got back to reality. There were books in this train. I could read, not very good, but I could. Maybe I could distract myself with the stories inside.

I pulled a book from the shelf and looked at the cover. There were plants on the cover.

Opening the book, I realized it was full of pictures of eatable berries and plants. I flipped through the pages and discovered a chapter full of plants and berries to avoid at all costs. Before dawning on me what this book could mean to me, I put it back on the shelf and pulled another one down.

This one had weapons on the cover. Inside were pictures of weapons with lines pointing to different parts of the weapons, describing what those parts were and were meant to do. Someone had scribbled the weapons weaknesses and strengths in there too.

Throwing knives

There are two different kinds of knives, balanced knives and unbalanced knives. The centre of gravity is in the centre of the balanced knife. The unbalanced knife does not have its centre of gravity in the centre. The trajectory of this knife is less predictable. Lighter knives tend to bounce back if not thrown properly. Heavy knives need more strength to throw accurately but are more stable in their flight. Most favourable knife: Heavy balanced throwing knife. Least favourable knife: Light unbalanced throwing knife.

I closed the book and put this one back on the shelf as well. All of the books were about combat, not a single fairy tale.

Disappointed, I walked back to the window where I had been sitting.

After dinner, we watched the reaping on the television. I didn't pay much attention. I was going to see my competitors anyway. I payed attention at my district, though. I watched myself walking so very slowly to the stage and standing there, dumbfounded.

"Thorne Bunyan."

Thorne burst into tears.

"I volunteer!" I heard a fearful voice say.

"Come right up, uh, what's your name, dearie?" Destiny said, ignoring the cries of a pregnant girl and Thorne.

Once he got to the stage he seemed to have lost his voice.

"I-I'm Kaori- Bunyan." He said in a cracked voice.

I looked over at the boy next to me. He was watching the television intently.

After the replay of the reaping, Destiny (who had changed into a purple ballgown) sent us to bed.

I fell asleep quickly and ended up in a nightmare.

I was in the arena, running from Kaori who was throwing knives at me. Bay dropped from the trees holding an axe and latched onto my leg, slowing me down. I kept on running with Bay as an ankle weight. I turned the corner and Marigold jumped out of the bushes, singing the lullaby I always sung to her.

I felt a tickling feeling at my leg and looked down. Kaori had gotten Bay and he was sliding off my leg. I kept running, hearing the haunting melody of the song all around me, even though Marigold was nowhere in sight. Suddenly, the singing stopped and blood splattered all over my face. I screamed. Kaori had killed Marigold. I hadn't seen it, but I knew he had. My vision spotted black, I couldn't see anymore. I felt the blood draining from my body. Tumbling to the ground, I heard the last thing I'd ever hear.