Daughter (Hunger Games Fan-Fic) {Watty Awards 2015} (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1 (Edited)

  "You are killers?" I shout at my parents across the table, my golden braids fly past my face, "And I am going to become one all because you are?"

  "Rosie you have it all wrong, your father and I are being forced to tell you this by the government... Just like we were forced to kill those people." My mother replies her tone raising. Now I know why our home was placed in The Victors Village.

   "You are crazy. This is history. I learned about it in school. I mean I never completely learned of you two, but I learned of the rebellion and the games, but the rebellion was meant to stop the games. Am I correct? So why are you telling me that they are having another games. The government cancelled them."

    "Rosie try to understand this isn't our fault. I mean you always knew we were known to the nation. And you always knew about these wretched games." My father grows angry.

     "Of course I did, didn't I just explain that, but Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark weren't ever known to me as killers they were known as heroes who survived the rebellion and games. Nothing about Rue, your leg, Aunt P, Haymitch, Uncle Gale, Auntie Effie, or Molly's grandfather, President Snow,  and they surely didn't tell me you killed to win this fame!" 

    "Rose they are forcing us to put you in this games with Molly, Annie and Finnicks son, Finny... Your brother is just too young and sadly you must be twelve, Which you are." My father whispers with a serious face, "The government was waiting for your birthday, it is obvious."

    "Dad they cancelled the games. They can't be putting me in one!"

    "The reaping is tomorrow better prepare her!" A drunken Haymitch comes waltzing through the door... If I truly get chosen, he will be my mentor... Drunken Haymitch. 

    "Haymitch!" My Mom shouts.

    "What you might as well break it to her. Jonny was chosen too." Jonny, Haymitch's nephew.

    "Mom, you haven't worked on archery with me for over a year, and Dad your knives have been stowed away for years, and face it I haven't the slightest idea on how to camouflage, I don't even know how to trap people like the people I watched in the past games, strictly for historical reasons at school."

    "They were those damn careers." Haymitch buds in.

    "We have no choice, here for protection of your body," My father hands me a bow and a sheath of arrows.

    "This will keep you safe." My Mom hands me her Mockingjay pin, I now know is a good luck charm.

    My head nods seriously as I pull on my hunting boots and open the door for a short hunting trip in the woods, on my own. Practice makes perfect, Auntie Effie always reminded me of this, along with a "May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor," and all I can say as I step through the door is.

    "I guess the odd's aren't always in our favor..." I truly know the meaning of what I am saying and when I get to the woods in the comfort of a sturdy branch my face becomes wet and my body becomes warm with Buttercups body.

    "Stupid old cat. You can't protect me."

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      A rumble, a crack, and I was on the ground. My boots moved through the autumn leaves scattered like a puzzle across the forest floor. I could sense game headed my way. 

     My feet paced slowly backward until something slammed me down, well pulled me down...

     "MAX!" I shout.