The Hunger Games (A Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Buna's P.O.V.

Morning came to early for me. I wasn't ready for the day. Why do I have to wake up early to train? It doesn't matter anyway. I'll probably shoot myself right as the Games start. I thought as I grudgingly was pulled out of bed by the Avox who was tasked with waking me up. I've only known my instructor for one day, and they already know my sleep schedule, or maybe they just guessed. Either way, I didn't like it. I rubbed my eyes once I was fully out of bed and standing up, then I looked at the Avox, who was a 12-year-old looking girl with short black hair. "Thanks." I said sarcastically, then I walked into the bathroom to get dressed.

After this, I ate breakfast, argued with my instructor, went down to the elevator to get to the training floor and argued some more, until the elevator had stopped at the training floor. I walked out the elevator's glass doors, turned to my instructor and gave them a death stare as the doors closed and my instructor was lifted back up to our apartment. I looked back in front of me, and saw I was not the only person who was dragged out of bed this morning. I saw a girl with curly black hair who was focusing on throwing knives into a yellow dummy. About 50% of her knives stuck into the dummy, the other 50% were shot into the wall behind the dummy, looking like they were gonna be permanently stuck there. She looked tired and frustrated. Kind of like me right now. I looked to my right and saw a taller girl with wavy, blond and multicolored hair who was practicing a bow and arrow. She was mediocre at best, but I could probably take her down. I was already imagining me hiding in a bush, waiting it out, seeing her slowly and carefully walking by, then I jump out and sink my swords into her back. She crumples to the ground and I stand- "Hello? District 10 Tribute?"

 I come out of my murder dream, and see a man with silky blond and green hair, with sharp gray eyes and a silver bodysuit with a bulletproof and stab-proof vest on, and knee high black boots. Just like what the peacemaker's wear underneath their white over-suits. He stared at me coldly, waiting for a reply. "My name is Buna, you know." I say, crossing my arms and looking back at him. "No, I didn't know. I am not required to know the names of the tributes. Only what class they want to take." I huff. "So, I'm guessing you want to know what classes I'll be taking...?" "Exactly." He takes out a pen and notebook from his front pocket of his vest. "What will you be taking, Buna?" "Ummmm..." I think for a moment, trying to rack my brain and remember what classes my instructor said I could take. I wasn't really listening. I was too busy sulking. "I guess...How to tell what food is edible/poisonous and...Camouflage." "Great." He says, jotting it down. He looks down at me, puts away the notebook and pen, then gave me the fakest smile I've ever seen. "Let's go then, Miss Buna." He turned and gestured for me to follow him. I did, because honestly, I just don't care anymore.

As I followed the creepy trainer deeper into the training center I found more and more tributes, in fact, I think all the tributes were here. Except for that District 2 guy, Canyon. I couldn't find him anywhere. But I saw the District 6 girl, Sasha, shooting arrows into a bale of covered hay. She was actually ok at archery, unlike the other girl. The District 5, 3 and 12 tributes were all in the glass room where you practice using short swords. An orange digital human would run at them, and they had to slice through them with their swords. District 3, who I think was named Leah, was very deliberate in her movements and was very graceful with the swords. AavaA, who was District 5's tribute, was very determined. She would sometimes miss, and sometimes hit, but no matter what she kept going. District 12's tribute who, I've forgotten her name, is kind of timid looking, but she's actually not that bad. It's obvious it's her first time using a sword, but she is learning pretty fast. I'm a little intimidated by them. Finally, the creepy man and I arrive at the four table stations where they have the classes. "Sit down, Buna." The man gestures towards a bench around a huge paint palette. I stay standing. His eyes narrow. "Sit. Down." I shake my head. "No thanks, I'm good." I smirk. He glares. "Fine." He sits down and starts talking about camouflage. I sigh, and sit down. His eyes narrow further, but he continues the lesson. I let my imagination wander. Suddenly, I see out of the corner of my eye, a tall, mop-like curly haired guy stroll casually into the training floor. There he is, one hour late.

Canyon's P.O.V.

One hour late. I knew it, the teachers knew it, the other tributes knew it, for all I knew, the whole Capitol knew it. But guess what? I. Don't. Care. Who cares if I miss a class, or don't get to train as long as I could? I sure don't. My instructor doesn't seem to get that I've spent my entire life training for this. She spent the entire morning yelling at me, trying to get into my bedroom to wake me up. She even sent three Avoxes after me. But what they didn't know, is that I knew how to control the room, I've slept in the Capitol before. As soon as I had heard my instructor in her 9-inch heels, walking down the hall, I went to the control panel on the wall and locked the room from everyone except me. Then I turned on white noise, and flopped back in my bed. After an hour of sleeping, my instructor had hacked into the lock, dragged me out of bed and forced me into the glass elevator so I could go to training.

Now, I'm here, walking into training, still really tired, everyone staring at me as I walk by. I'm not surprised. According to my instructor, I'm pretty famous amongst the tributes. Soon though, I'll be famous for killing everyone single handedly, leaving me the last one standing. I'm so confident, I bet my friends back home in District 2, that I would win. I'm not worried. At all.

I walk over to the station where all the tridents are held, pick up the biggest one and adjust it in my hands. I walk over to one of the dummies, near where one of the tributes is poorly throwing knives, and start practicing using my weapon.

After about an hour, I decide to take a break. I set down my trident on a bench behind me and walk over to the water fountain. I notice as I'm walking down the hall, everyone else has decided to take a break too. Most of the tributes are on their own, drinking water, switching classes, but a few of them are actually talking to each-other. Probably teaming up and strategizing. Idiots... I decided since the beginning that I would be on my own. No one to worry about backstabbing me. Literally... Better to avoid that situation all together. I walk up to the drinking fountain and gulp down the water.

Suddenly, I feel a sharp tap on my back. I get up and turn towards the person who has just interrupted my water break. I don't even care that my chin is dripping with water, I just look behind me, and I see that the person who has decided to stop me from drinking water, is a medium height, blue eyed girl with shoulder length light brown hair. She looks both curious and confident at the same time. She clears her throat and looks me in the eye. "I'm Naya, from District 11." She extends a hand, but I ignore it. She isn't taken aback, she just puts down her hand and continues. "I heard you are Canyon, right?" I look at her blankly for a second, then answer. "...yes." "Well, I was thinking we should team up." I continue to stare at her blankly, then I cross my arms. "Why should I?" "I'm tough, fast, and good at climbing trees. I can be very helpful when it comes to getting food, and I'm pretty okay at hunting." I think for a moment. I guess it wouldn't hurt to team up with her. Plus, when she runs out of her usefulness I can just kill her. I uncross my arms and extend my hand. "Deal." She lights up a bit, extends her hand and shakes my hand firmly. "Deal." I release from her surprisingly firm grip. I walk past her and back down the hall to go to my next class. I smirk, knowingly. She has no idea what's coming to her...

Naya's P.O.V.

Canyon releases from my grasp. I can tell he wasn't expecting my handshake to be so firm. Most people I meet are surprised by that. He walks right past me, leaving a wave of air behind him. I turn and watch him walk down the hall and turn the corner. He must think he's got the best of me, and anyone who has seen us make the deal must be thinking I'm playing with fire. But believe me, I know what I'm doing. If he tries to kill me, back-stab me or trap me in a snare, I'll be prepared. I'll be one step ahead of him.

I smile.

He has no idea what's coming for him...