The Hunger Games: One way to the top
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Songs for this chapter;
Rdaioactive - Imagine Dragons
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
A Drop In The Ocean - Ron Pope
Two guards comes into our cage, both armed with a big rifle hanging from their shoulders, into their red stained hands.
“Get out, now!” The one to the left screams, and I instantly ably. I get up, and step into the center of the cage, where a line is forming.
“Come on, let’s move it!” The guard once again screams and starts pushing people, making us walk forward. I look franticly around, searching for Zayn. I find him at the back of the line, talking to Louis, or I would not call it talking, more like exchanging quick words, in-between the pushing. I once again look where I’m going, beginning to see the light from the door, at the end of the line, leading out from the train.
I get off the train, and get’s pushed into the massive ball of people from the other districts. We’re getting mashed together, by the massive amount of guards, who are trying to get everyone of the train as quick as possible. I start looking franticly around. We’re in the middle of a forest. The weird thing though is that there are 6 small containers, a few meters away, surrounding the circle the others and me are standing in. There is a small podium in front us, also surrounded by guards.
I start breathing franticly, and my head is spinning. All kind of questions poop into my head, making me dizzy; where is Zayn, why am I here, why did I get picked, why my mom, why Zayn? I can feel a kick in my stomach, by the thought of my mom. The woman who gave me life, the woman who gave me the best life I could ever ask for. I feel the tears prick in my eyes, and my heartbeat is still getting faster. All of the sudden, I feel a hand at my low back. I turn around, and as send from heaven, it’s Zayn. He takes me into his arms, and whispers smothering things in my ear.
Then a gun is fired behind me, making me look up. SOMEONE GOT SHOT? I got out of Zayn’s safe arms, and turn around. I look up at the podium, seeing a little kid, probably around 6 years, is laying there, holding his thigh. His hands are filled with blood, which is also swimming around on the wood floor, and there is little pod of his tears, who are pouring down his cheeks, on the floor. It stings in my heart, WHY THE HELL DID SOMEONE JUST SHOOT HIM IN THE LEG?!?!
“Mommy, help me, mommy,” He yelled, his voice filled with pain. Then a guard comes up on the stage, put his gun to the boys head, and pull the trigger. Before the boy gives up, one last and painful scream comes from the boy. Some guards comes onto the stage, take the boy’s lifeless body, lifting it of the stage.
Some minutes later Mr. Thomas comes onto the stage, making sure not to step in big pool of blood laying there.
“Welcome constants, to the 900 annual Hunger Games,” He speaks, and lifts his arms towards us. He gives away a smug grin, making me cringe.
“I hope your training has been going well, because you will need every single skill you have learned, to defeat the game. Look around yourself,” he says, and I look around at the ball of contestants, “those who are nearest you just now will soon be your enemies. They will do everything in their power to destroy you.” He continues.
“If you’re not careful, you will end up as that little boy. Before you can even look around, you’re dead meat. This is a hunt. And it’s yourself who choose if you’re the dear or the hunter.” He looks around at us, with those evil eyes.
“But of course,” he says with a slick voice, “Have fun. After all, this is a celebration.” He’s quiet a couple of seconds, letting his gaze turn from us, to the many containers standing around us.
“But this year, it will be a bit different. We’re not just letting you run into a forest, and kill each other. You see, those containers standing around you will be your home for the next couple of hours, maybe even days. The way it works, is that we’re going to out 4 contestants in each container. There’s nothing in the container, other than a little window at the top, making it just a little bit bright inside. The container is 4;4 meter big, so there will be enough space. You go four in, but only three will come out. While you’re in the container, you have to pick one contestant who is out of the games, and is going to get killed. The person that is out have to walk out of the container. The person get killed the second he or she is outside. The pick can be the other 3 deciding on it, or it can be the person itself giving up. You will not get any food, or any liquid in there.
When the person gets out, the three others will still be in there, and they will stay in there until that every container only got three contestants left. Does everybody understand?” He asks, and look around. Nobody answers; in fear of saying something wrong, making Mr. Thomas grin.
“Right. When I say your name, please make your way to the stage.
Liam Payne.” He says, and a tall brown haired boy makes his way to the stage. He places himself next to Mr. Thomas, and the picking go on from there.
“Helen Green.” He says, and a little older woman make her way to the stage. Probably around 26 or 27 I think. She’s beautiful though, with dark black hair, and a light skin tone.
“Zayn Malik.” And there drops my heart. Why does he have to go now? I need him… Zayn gives a quick sideways hug, and makes his way to the stage, placing himself with Helen and Liam.
“Christian Smith.” A cute by next to me starts to move, making his way to the stage. Even though I stand meters away from Zayn, I can see his face going pale after Christians name was called. Weird. I just shrug it of, and focus back at the picking, not wanting anymore drama.
4 guards makes their way to the stage, each grapping a contestant, and pushing them over to the container standing closest to the stage, the one with the big 1 mark on. Every single container got one, a number.
A guard open the cage, and starts to push the contestants inside. I find Zayn’s eyes for a quick moment, and see the fear that is clear in his eyes. I try to send him a reassuring smile, but it’s to painful. Before I can do anything else Zayn get’s thrown inside, and the big guard closes the door.
“Next we got Sophia Wild,” Mr. Thomas yells from the stage. A crazy beautiful girl beside me walks up to the podium, a smug grin plastered on her face.
“Niall Horan,” He says, and a blonde boy makes his way to the podium, looking franticly around. He’s kind of cute….
“Justin White,” Mr. Thomas says as the next. Justin makes his way to the stage, catching my gaze on the way. He kindly smiles at me, reminding me of how strong and brave he is. I can’t smile back, I just can’t. This is not anything to smile of! Instead, I give a little wave, just in time for him to be on the podium.
“Perrie Edwards,” Mr. Thomas says, making me panic. I start pushing through people, making my way to the podium. I’m kinda glad that I’m in group with Justin, then at least we can keep each other company. I walk onto the podium, and place myself next to Justin.
Seconds later, a guard comes up to us, and grabs my arm, starting to pull me to the container. His grip is tight, and is probably going to leave a mark.
We get over to the container, and one of the guards opens the door, and starts to throw the others inside. As the last person, he takes a good grip on my arm, and throws me inside, making me hit the floor with a loud thud. Seconds later the door is closed, and the only light in there is from a little window on the top of the container, making a very small amount of light. I crawl over to Justin, who is sitting in one of the corners, and cuddle into him.
How did my life get this screwed up?
Rdaioactive - Imagine Dragons
Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran
A Drop In The Ocean - Ron Pope
Two guards comes into our cage, both armed with a big rifle hanging from their shoulders, into their red stained hands.
“Get out, now!” The one to the left screams, and I instantly ably. I get up, and step into the center of the cage, where a line is forming.
“Come on, let’s move it!” The guard once again screams and starts pushing people, making us walk forward. I look franticly around, searching for Zayn. I find him at the back of the line, talking to Louis, or I would not call it talking, more like exchanging quick words, in-between the pushing. I once again look where I’m going, beginning to see the light from the door, at the end of the line, leading out from the train.
I get off the train, and get’s pushed into the massive ball of people from the other districts. We’re getting mashed together, by the massive amount of guards, who are trying to get everyone of the train as quick as possible. I start looking franticly around. We’re in the middle of a forest. The weird thing though is that there are 6 small containers, a few meters away, surrounding the circle the others and me are standing in. There is a small podium in front us, also surrounded by guards.
I start breathing franticly, and my head is spinning. All kind of questions poop into my head, making me dizzy; where is Zayn, why am I here, why did I get picked, why my mom, why Zayn? I can feel a kick in my stomach, by the thought of my mom. The woman who gave me life, the woman who gave me the best life I could ever ask for. I feel the tears prick in my eyes, and my heartbeat is still getting faster. All of the sudden, I feel a hand at my low back. I turn around, and as send from heaven, it’s Zayn. He takes me into his arms, and whispers smothering things in my ear.
Then a gun is fired behind me, making me look up. SOMEONE GOT SHOT? I got out of Zayn’s safe arms, and turn around. I look up at the podium, seeing a little kid, probably around 6 years, is laying there, holding his thigh. His hands are filled with blood, which is also swimming around on the wood floor, and there is little pod of his tears, who are pouring down his cheeks, on the floor. It stings in my heart, WHY THE HELL DID SOMEONE JUST SHOOT HIM IN THE LEG?!?!
“Mommy, help me, mommy,” He yelled, his voice filled with pain. Then a guard comes up on the stage, put his gun to the boys head, and pull the trigger. Before the boy gives up, one last and painful scream comes from the boy. Some guards comes onto the stage, take the boy’s lifeless body, lifting it of the stage.
Some minutes later Mr. Thomas comes onto the stage, making sure not to step in big pool of blood laying there.
“Welcome constants, to the 900 annual Hunger Games,” He speaks, and lifts his arms towards us. He gives away a smug grin, making me cringe.
“I hope your training has been going well, because you will need every single skill you have learned, to defeat the game. Look around yourself,” he says, and I look around at the ball of contestants, “those who are nearest you just now will soon be your enemies. They will do everything in their power to destroy you.” He continues.
“If you’re not careful, you will end up as that little boy. Before you can even look around, you’re dead meat. This is a hunt. And it’s yourself who choose if you’re the dear or the hunter.” He looks around at us, with those evil eyes.
“But of course,” he says with a slick voice, “Have fun. After all, this is a celebration.” He’s quiet a couple of seconds, letting his gaze turn from us, to the many containers standing around us.
“But this year, it will be a bit different. We’re not just letting you run into a forest, and kill each other. You see, those containers standing around you will be your home for the next couple of hours, maybe even days. The way it works, is that we’re going to out 4 contestants in each container. There’s nothing in the container, other than a little window at the top, making it just a little bit bright inside. The container is 4;4 meter big, so there will be enough space. You go four in, but only three will come out. While you’re in the container, you have to pick one contestant who is out of the games, and is going to get killed. The person that is out have to walk out of the container. The person get killed the second he or she is outside. The pick can be the other 3 deciding on it, or it can be the person itself giving up. You will not get any food, or any liquid in there.
When the person gets out, the three others will still be in there, and they will stay in there until that every container only got three contestants left. Does everybody understand?” He asks, and look around. Nobody answers; in fear of saying something wrong, making Mr. Thomas grin.
“Right. When I say your name, please make your way to the stage.
Liam Payne.” He says, and a tall brown haired boy makes his way to the stage. He places himself next to Mr. Thomas, and the picking go on from there.
“Helen Green.” He says, and a little older woman make her way to the stage. Probably around 26 or 27 I think. She’s beautiful though, with dark black hair, and a light skin tone.
“Zayn Malik.” And there drops my heart. Why does he have to go now? I need him… Zayn gives a quick sideways hug, and makes his way to the stage, placing himself with Helen and Liam.
“Christian Smith.” A cute by next to me starts to move, making his way to the stage. Even though I stand meters away from Zayn, I can see his face going pale after Christians name was called. Weird. I just shrug it of, and focus back at the picking, not wanting anymore drama.
4 guards makes their way to the stage, each grapping a contestant, and pushing them over to the container standing closest to the stage, the one with the big 1 mark on. Every single container got one, a number.
A guard open the cage, and starts to push the contestants inside. I find Zayn’s eyes for a quick moment, and see the fear that is clear in his eyes. I try to send him a reassuring smile, but it’s to painful. Before I can do anything else Zayn get’s thrown inside, and the big guard closes the door.
“Next we got Sophia Wild,” Mr. Thomas yells from the stage. A crazy beautiful girl beside me walks up to the podium, a smug grin plastered on her face.
“Niall Horan,” He says, and a blonde boy makes his way to the podium, looking franticly around. He’s kind of cute….
“Justin White,” Mr. Thomas says as the next. Justin makes his way to the stage, catching my gaze on the way. He kindly smiles at me, reminding me of how strong and brave he is. I can’t smile back, I just can’t. This is not anything to smile of! Instead, I give a little wave, just in time for him to be on the podium.
“Perrie Edwards,” Mr. Thomas says, making me panic. I start pushing through people, making my way to the podium. I’m kinda glad that I’m in group with Justin, then at least we can keep each other company. I walk onto the podium, and place myself next to Justin.
Seconds later, a guard comes up to us, and grabs my arm, starting to pull me to the container. His grip is tight, and is probably going to leave a mark.
We get over to the container, and one of the guards opens the door, and starts to throw the others inside. As the last person, he takes a good grip on my arm, and throws me inside, making me hit the floor with a loud thud. Seconds later the door is closed, and the only light in there is from a little window on the top of the container, making a very small amount of light. I crawl over to Justin, who is sitting in one of the corners, and cuddle into him.
How did my life get this screwed up?
Notes
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8/24/14