The Hunger Games Short Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fan Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Basically, This is the best Homework ever. We got to write our own hunger games story about our class, and basically kill everyone off. Enjoy!

Submitted: February 13, 2014

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Submitted: February 13, 2014

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Miss Skevington’s face went wide and scared as the pod she was standing in rose. She emerged on a platform. The air around her was cold and biting. This year’s Hunger Games twist; only ten were fighting. She had been unfortunately picked from her district as the only tribute. But not even the emotions she had felt then compared to this. She choked back tears as she surveyed the other tributes. There was a boy, jumping up and down, flipping his hands up and down in excitement. He was the excited one. Next along the wide circle of tributes were the scared ones – a boy, who was biting his nails. He had incredibly long hair and looked like a mole and a raven…somewhere in between. Then there was a girl with long bushy hair like a llama, who looked nervous. Next along the wide circle stood a small, ginger boy who was clutching a picture of a guinea pig in his hands, and another of Legolas. Then came the rough and tough types. There was a boy of average height who had short jet-black hair. Then there was a girl. She was tall, and had had long blonde hair. She looked determined; ready to fight. Then there was a boy with spiky hair like a hedgehog. He was small but clearly very sporty. Next came two girls who looked both determined and petrified. One had short ginger hair, the other long blonde hair. Both were of average height. Miss Skevington looked back ahead to the display of weapons in front of her. The unnerving cannon started beating, just like her panicked heart. Then it began. There was a scramble as the ten tributes rushed everywhere. The ginger boy, James, from District 4, was stabbed by the agile hedgehog guy, from District 6, blood rushing out from his waist where he had been stabbed. He fell to the floor, still and dead. He had been saved from what was to come. Miss Skevington grimaced – almost wishing she was in his place. The girl who had been on Miss Skevington’s left, the one with blonde hair, Sophie, from District 3, was then killed, as an arrow fired by the Raven-Mole boy, Laurence, from District 10, hit her in the heart. District’s one and two had been named exemplary from this year’s games, a thanks from the capitol for their peace and alliance. The other ten districts had each been required to put forward one tribute each, boy or girl, by orders of President Snow. The boy with the jet-black hair, Dylan, from District 11, had run into the woods, seeking shelter. Miss Skevington decided to follow him. Her home in District 12 had been a quiet one. This was her last year in the reaping. And she had been picked. Her district was a mining district. And she wanted to do them proud. But she didn’t get that chance. Jolene, the tough girl, from District 7, had thrown some knives with excellent precision, which hit Miss Skevington in the heart, severing it and throwing her to the ground dead. There were always fatalaties in the first skirmish to get weapons. There had been 10. Only one could survive.

Dylan ran, climbing up a tree with surprising agility. He hid up there, watching as below an alliance formed before his very eyes. The boy from 8, Calum, the girl from 9, Natasha, and the boy from 10, Laurence, were all shaking hands and nodding. Dylan held his breath, trying not to be noticed. The three walked on, weapons raised. Calum was the boy who had been jumping up and down at the beginning. Why, no-one could know. That was just what Calum was like.

Yasmin, the gamemaker, strutted around the room, shouting at her various game controllers. There was a problem. The game was ending too quickly. Too many were dying. The tributes needed to be scared off into the woods. Then there was bound to be no deaths for a while at least. Yasmin needed something big and scary to scare them into the woods.  “Initiate Beast 7.” “Beast 7? The snake?” tuned in one of the game controllers.“Yes,” continued Yasmin, “the snake.”

Jolene, Lavinia (from District 5) and Oliver had formed an alliance as well. The two teams met each other by an oasis in the centre of the desert arena. They gave each other hard, cold stares. Jolene took the first lunge lashing out with her knives at Natasha, the bushy-haired girl, who recoiled in shock. Laurence then shot an arrow at Oliver, who amazingly knocked it aside with a sword. Laurence then took out his sword, and began to lunge and parry Oliver as the two became embroiled in a sword fight. Meanwhile, Natasha had garnered some strength, and she began to attack the less tough of the opposing group, the fiery-haired girl, Lavinia. Natasha had a saucepan, which she used to smack Lavinia, but she was too quick. She dodged out of the way of Natasha, brandishing a bow and arrow, aiming at the blond girl. Natasha quickly whacked Lavinia round the head with the saucepan, with a loud ringing sound. Lavinia’s head gushed blood, the blow making her fall to the floor. Natasha was evil, continuing to attack Lavinia with her saucepan, hitting her over the head until the last life etched from her lips. The cannon sounded to mark another fallen dead. Calum had taken on Jolene. Jolene was amazing with knives, but Calum was quick-thinking. As she raised a knife, he twisted her arm, sending her flying backwards. He chuckled. As she fell, she dropped a knife, which Calum went to retrieve. He picked it up, and stabbed Jolene in the eye, twisting the knife. He then stabbed her in the heart, looking away from the grisly scene. Another cannon. Oliver had realised he was outnumbered, and began to run up a sand dune, slipping on the sand. He got to the top, and slid down the other side, out of sight. Suddenly, a giant snake rose out from behind the dunes, Oliver’s remains frothing at her lips. Another Cannon. She swallowed, and then hissed at the three allies, rushing them as they jumped to the side. They ran into the wooded area, panting, but out of the trees jumped Dylan, running forward and pushing Laurence back. Laurence screamed in shock, his mole features twisting in horror as he fell, bait for the giant snake. It came to him, opening its mouth wide and closing on him. He got snatched up into its mouth, and another cannon sounded. How many had died in the past few minutes? Natasha and Calum managed to evade Dylan, who had also started running. The three remaining tributes ran, hoping for a swift death. They reached the end of the woods, reaching a cliff which fell into icy cold waters below. Natasha and Calum looked at Dylan, at the boy from District 11 who had killed their ally. They ran forward and pushed him into the icy waters below. Dylan fell, landing on an outcrop of rocks at the bottom, dead. Calum and Natasha stared at each other, the only two left. Natasha looked evil and determined. She raised her saucepan, charging towards Calum and battering him to death, laughing evilly. Calum’s last breath escaped his lips as Natasha realised she had won. She had won. She smiled, looking up, waiting for the spacecraft to come and take her back to District 9. She had won. But then, from behind the trees came James, the red-haired boy who held a picture of a guinea pig and Legolas. He had a stab wound rushing out of his heart. He wasn’t dead. He had played dead. James was clever, and had received a sponsor for his intelligence, so he could tend to his stab wound. He raised a Scimitar high above Natasha’s head, knocking the saucepan which had killed two people out of her hands, and then slicing her head in two. Blood rushed out. James took no pleasure in killing. He was a polite, measured boy. He grimaced as he pushed Natasha’s body into the sea to cleanse her evil spirit. He looked up and closed his eyes, the horrors of the games still repeating itself in his mind, over and over again. Would it ever stop?


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