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The Hunger Games: Chapter 1

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Published: Jun 30, 2014

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“Let the Seventy-Fourth Hunger Games... BEGIN!”

The voice boomed, and the second the man finished his sentence, Eevee dashed towards the middle, along with Mitch, Lightning, and Opal. They were the only ones who had done so, but the amount of supplies in the crates were scarce.

All the others had run away getting lost in the forest, some finding hidden crates with weapons and some with nothing at all.

When all of the supplies had been taken at the center, the four tributes seemed to only have weapons and armor, but no food. Mitch wore an iron chestplate, Eevee had two weapons, a broadsword and a dagger, Opal wearing a chain chestplate and wielding a bow and arrow, and Lightning wielded a spear and a boomerang. The four ran away from each other, in search of other players, and possibly food.

In the forests of the arena, Celestia had hidden in a tree as expected, with Evan alongside her. The leaves blocked sunlight from reaching the girl so she did not get hurt, but eventually she was going to die, there was no way someone so vulnerable could win, right? Off in the distance, a couple sat below a tree. The two could easily tell it was Quentin and Mimic, as Quentin was quite blue and easy to spot, and who else would be with him? Evan had an idea, and told Celestia. She agreed to meet with them, but she knew getting to them was going to be hard. They spoke to each other, forming a plan on how to reach them.

Quentin and Mimic sat in silence, not knowing what to do. They were put in an arena and were either meant to live or die, and chances of winning were slim. Plus, they had no food, only a wooden staff they had found while heading into the woods.

"Hey," Mimic spoke, breaking the silence between them, "what will happen if we don't win?"

"I know that we can easily die.. But don't talk like that. We're going to survive out here, okay? We're going to get through this.. We're going to make it," Quentin replied. The two heard leaves rustle near them and instinctively started looking around.

"What was that?" Mimic said, holding onto Quentin.

"Someone's near us.. I can feel it." Quentin responded.

"Hey," someone whispered. "Up here." They looked up, and found a boy with brown curly hair in a tree. "I'm Evan. My friend Celestia over there wants to team with you. We're pacifists, by the way. She's back there because she can't touch sunlight or she starts withering. I don't know why."

"Well.. I guess we can team.." Quentin replied.

"Okay, great. Now we're just gonna have to get Celestia over here. The sun's starting to set so I think we're good. Let me get her." He jumped from tree to tree and brought Celestia over, a girl with pale skin and long, blonde hair. A cannon went off, and a hologram of Claudia showed above the arena.

"I wonder how she died.." Celestia mumbled.

"I know her, she's from my district. She was a pacifist. Maybe someone killed her," Evan replied.

"I bet it was that Lightning guy. He didn't look like a guy who pitied or gave mercy during training," Celestia stated.

"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows? Anyways, it seems like you guys don't have any food. Celestia and I can get some for you guys. Come on Celest, we don't want to starve now, do we?" The two ran off in search for food, the moon shining above them. It was a first quarter.

When the sun rose, Opal sat atop a tree, pulling back the string of her bow. Behind her, a brown haired boy was watching her silently. She could feel his presence, and slowly turned around, only for the boy to hide within the leaves of the tree. She jumped over to the tree where the boy was, searching for him. Finally, she spotted a glimpse of the boy's red-and-black checkered jacket and went over to him.

"Mitchell, I don't appreciate you trying to spy on me. Now scram before you end up dead."

"Hah, you can only try."

"Oh, you wanna bet? I'll knock you out before you can even take a swing at me."

"Hm, a fellow opponent for me at last. Let's dance, shall we?"

"We shall."

Mitch swung at her while she fired an arrow at him, both ending up taking a hit. They continued to fight each other, jumping from tree to tree, both wanting to see their opponent fall. They wanted to see blood spill.

While the two were fighting up on the treetops, Tiffany and Chimney were on the ground, simply strolling as if it was a normal day. "How long do you think we'll last?" Tiffany asked with a tone of concern in her voice. She looked at Chimney while continuing to walk. He took in a deep breath, before replying.

"I don't know, Tiff. I really don't. Anything can happen at any moment, there could be someone following us and waiting for the perfect moment to strike, we could get mauled by wolves, we could starve, there's so many things that could happen to us. What do you think will happen?"

"So many things, as you said, but I have an idea of what's going to happen to us. We're going to die anyways, right?"

"You're not thinking of-"

"We don't have much of a choice here." She put her hand in one of her pockets and took out several small round berries that were a mix of purple and black. The juice stained her hand and it looked like blood. "Take one or not, I'm going to eat one. I know I won't survive so don't try persuading me. It's your choice, Chim."

He took three out of her hand and looked at it. The fingers that held the berry were stained in the blood juice just like her hand. "On three.."

"One."

"Two."

"Three."

They put the berries in their mouths and the effects immediately started to take place. Black spots appeared in their vision, the world started to spin, and then finally it all went black.

It was around midday, and a boy with a blood stained spear walked near the edge of cliff. He had a great view of the forest that was before him, and he knew the rest of the tributes were in there. He wanted to find them and take them all out. He was bloodthirsty. He was the only one who killed another tribute- he was responsible for Claudia's death. He found her collecting flowers in a clearing and when her back was turned, he threw his spear and it impaled her. He took the spear out of her back and was about to run off, but he decided to close her eyes and cover the wound by putting her hands over it and put a bouquet with the flowers she picked in her hand and let her rest on a log, then left the clearing. Maybe it was because she was a pacifist or defenseless, or just simply because she was the first to die? No one knew, not even the boy himself, but there was one thing that he did know. And that was even if he was determined to win, he normally wouldn't be bloodthristy. He never had. He didn't want to see blood spill, he simply wanted to win, no matter what. He knew that there was something wrong with him, like a force that was trying to interfere with the Games and the tributes. And who else would've been the perfect target than a tribute themself, such as the one who wanted to win? Everyone would've just thought he lost his mind in the arena, but only five people would know what happened. Himself, two other tributes, and two forces that wanted to use him.