Revenged
A Hunger Games Fan Fiction
Chapter 1 Part 1
“If I were to die… not that will… promise me you will take care of your mother and Tulle.” my father says, looking down on me with sad eyes and a lop sided smile. We sit on the seashore watching the waves lap up on the sand. We do this every Sunday in attempt to get away from the hustle and bustle of District 4, but never have our conversations become this serious.
“You won’t die, Father.” I whisper to my self, attempting to confirm that my statement was true. What had my father done to bring up this conversation? Killed a man? a Peacekeeper? Threaten rebellion? Criticize the Capitol? I shake my head. My father would never…
“Just promise me, Dodder!” he yells. A sudden fear wells up inside of me and I nod my head and fiddle with a piece of fabric on my tee shirt. Sea salt spays my face and blows my hair of tangled auburn waves and smalls messy braids behind me and towards the city.
“Good.” my father whispers to himself, but he says loud enough that I barely hear it. He takes my small-calloused hands in his and presses it to his cheek, something he always does to comfort me, but this time it was more of a comfort to him. He smiles, taking his shirt off and running out to the ocean. I follow him, crashing into the waves, but unable to smile like he did. I was awfully worried about why he even brought up the conversation. I swim through the silky salt water to my dad and pout my lip.
“Why did you even bring up that you were going to die, Father?” I ask, worried about his answer. His eyebrows nit together and he pulls me closer to him in to water. I look into his clear blue eyes trying to decipher any emotion that might run across them.
“Games. There will be games.” he says so quickly and quietly that I almost didn’t catch it. The eerie silence that surrounded us after his words left his lips made me fearful to break it.
“Games?” I whisper. Games… a form of amusement that I sometimes see Capitol people playing on our television… but I fear that these games will not just be for amusement… I fear that they will something much worse.
“Its all because of the rebellion. My father told me about them before the peacekeepers took him away.” my father begins. Grandfather disappeared last month, but dad never said why. I only remember fathers face when he walked in the door to tell us. His face had never been that melancholy, “The Capitol is going to force a boy and a girl from each district to compete in something they call the Hunger Games. Only one of the children will come out alive.” he whispers the last part. I can tell he doesn’t want me to be apart of these games, but I can also tell that he knows I somehow will. I suddenly fear my life.
Father runs a hand through my hair and kisses my forehead, “I love you Dodder.” I smile, though we both know that a “I love you” can’t save a life… neither of ours.
We walk back to the shore and gather our belongings and head back towards the city. Father hands me a few coins for lunch and begins to head back home, but I catch him talking to my sworn enemy, Sage Everance, as I take a final look at him.
I’ve hated him ever since we met. Our parents our close friends so we’ve practically known each other our whole lives, but we have never gotten along. He was, and still is, constantly bullying, teasing and taunting me, and I have always just gone along with, bullying, teasing, and taunting back. Yet, him and my father tend to get along well enough, sometimes as if my father has adopted Sage as his son.
The square is mass chaos. Peacekeepers stand everywhere, informing District 4 citizens that there will be a mandatory meeting in the square at six this afternoon, something about an important message from the Capitol. I can already guess that it will be about what father told me earlier.
Sage Everance walks up behind me as I try to buy a small lunch of fish and bread. I try my best to hide my scowl as his taps me on the shoulder.
“Why hello Dodder. Beautiful day isn’t it?” he says oddly chipper. I narrow my eyes and ignore him, handing Ms. Bee the money for my lunch. I head off towards home, but Sage begins to follow me. “Go away Sage.” I try to command, but with him being two years older than me, this usually doesn’t work.
“Nah, I’m good. Sal told me to make sure you get home safe and sound.,” he says in an almost mocking voice. I am angered that my father doesn’t think I can get home by myself.
“I’m twelve. I think I can get home by myself.” I snap, but he still doesn’t leave.
“Your father made me your ‘protector.’” Sage corrects. I frown, “I don’t want you as a protector, even if I did have to have one.”
“I don’t want to protect you either. But I respect your father and he gave me this job. I am going to do it well.”
“Ill just tell him I don’t need you.”
“I swore I would protect you… with my life.” He says sternly. His face turning stone cold, “and I never break my word.”
I am obsessed with the Hunger Games and I know some witty girls are too... so heres a fan fiction :D hope you all like it!!
ps: team peeta :)
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