Chapter 12
When I came to, the first thing I noticed was that I was sitting up. This confused me for a moment, but then memories came washing over me like high tide. The fire. Jumping down the elevator shaft. My wrist. Fainting.
I opened my eyes to find myself in what I assumed to be a hovercraft. The walls, floor, and even the seats were made of cool, grey metal. I glanced down at my arm. Tan bandages had been wrapped around my wrist, making it difficult to move it. Luckily, I wasn’t in too much pain.
Looking around, I saw that several of the tributes were already dead. There were empty seats scattered around the compartment.
Dylan was sitting stiffly beside me. I quickly scanned the faces and relaxed: Aspen was sitting a few seats away. All of the tributes from 12, 11, and 10 were dead. They didn’t really have much of a chance anyways. Somehow the girl from 9 had survived with only stitches on her forehead. The boy from 8 was also alive. Aspen and the girl from his district were also alive. Both from 6 were dead. Everyone else had survived.
Ten down already; only fourteen to go- including myself.
It angered me that District 1 only had to walk out the front doors. It wasn’t fair.
The Games aren’t fair. Life isn’t fair, I reminded myself. If I went soft, Dylan would pay for it.
“Please extend your arm,” said a uniformed lady who seemed to appear out of nowhere.
I held out my arm and winced as she pressed a needle into the inside of my arm.
She made her way around the room. I didn’t watch as she gave Dylan the shot.
This world was so silly. Thirteen of us were about to die, and we all were still sitting here in our pajamas.
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FanfictionDelta promised herself to stay out of the games. She had been reaped last year, and all that had gotten her was a broken nose and a good view of the television when the District 4 tributes died. Besides, this year was her best friend Navyy's turn to...
