Two victors from district 12 hopelessly fall in love in a game of life and death. Also known as the Hunger games. Will the two become a Romeo and Juliet or seek a new ending?
TW: Upsetting scenes, injury detail, family issues, alcohol issues, mental...
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TW: Swearing, fighting
Esme's POV
I sat along in my quarters, I have been ready for hours to face my awaiting death. I haven't seen haymitch since breakfast. I was wearing a leather shirt with a belt buckle and was designed like a corset. It wasn't comfortable at all.
My bottoms were simple black jeans with black combat boots. I also sneaked Abigail necklace in, to help me through this. My hair was tied up in a high pony tail.
"30 seconds"
Half a minute to my death. I stand up taking the necklace in my hand kissing it thinking of Abigail and Daniel. The smell of oak wood, reminds me of home.
"20 seconds"
I step up into the glass elevator as the door automatically shut. I intake a deep breath. Shaking the nerves out of me.
"10 seconds"
The elevator starts to rise as the sun blinds my vision. As the platform stops, I am overwhelmed by my surroundings.
A Forrest. Deep and green. We were all in a circle. A countdown was displayed on top of a small cornucopia, counting down from 50. I tried to find haymitch, but he wasn't in sight. Everyone was eagerly getting ready to head to the centre.
I am particularly good with a knife so if I can even get one, I can live, for now. The countdown becomes closer and closer. A loud explosion was herd next to me, I cover my ears and duck down. I look over to see bits of a corpse torn apart.
"Do not step off of the platform before the countdown has finished"
Well no shit.
The countdown becomes increasingly closer and closer to 0. As it does reach 0, a high pitched sound rings throughout the arena. I quickly run towards the nearest survival bag and grab the nearest knife I could and ran for my life.
A spear was thrown just passed my head piercing someone ahead of me. A young girl, she was only 12. I don't look back and continue to run deeper into the Forrest.
ESME's OUTFIT
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