Chapter 3: Practice
Brittany district 5
“Blaine!” Brittany knocked on the heavy black door. “Come out now!”
“What’s it Brit?” Blaine opened the door. “Why are you waking me up? It’s only 4 in the morning, is there a responsible reason to wake me up!”
“Yes!” Brittany replied “I have an idea for the perfect outfit, one that will make you look hot. That way you can impress Kurt!”
“Okay, what about only 1 comes out alive haven’t you understood.” Blaine smiled at her “The idea that idea that either Kurt or me have to die, what if we stay until the end. I won’t be able to kill him, if I’m in love with.”
“That makes sense..” Brittany replied “So in what scenario will I be dead?”
“Brittany!” Blaine turned to her. “Okay, I was just review a theory. Off course you could still be alive. But I was..”
“I get it!” Brittany replied “I’ll have escaped the arena to look for district 14 and unicorns. How you know me Blaine!”
“Off course!” Blaine turned to her. “Then why didn’t you take me and Kurt for you unicorn mission?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Brittany replied “Maybe I asked you, and you laughed with me. Off course I would leave you in the arena to fight until the dead!”
“Okay, I’ll promise to believe you!” Blaine replied “What’s your idea about clothes?”
“Look!” Brittany held up a picture
“Brittany, where’s my shirt?” Blaine turned to her. “Why am I only wearing short shorts? Aren’t we suppose to wear a shirt?”
“Well, no shirt is the direct way to someone’s heart!” Brittany replied “And your chest is far by your best feature. Off course you have an amazing personality, but you have to draw Kurt in by your other strengths. Show him you’re not boring.’”
“I am not boring..” Blaine replied
“Also, you look like a fourteen year old boy!” Brittany replied “You should totally change that, take the opposite of Botox.”
Brittany turned away, as the light came through the windows. Blaine glared at her, not mad yet not satisfied. He didn’t look at her, he knew that Brittany wanted to make him happy the last days of his lives. They didn’t like each other at first, but now they had grown friendly. Somewhere he knew that he wouldn’t be able to kill her. If he and Brittany were the last ones standing, he would salute her. Turn around in the forest. And take a chance on survival. He wouldn’t smash her head on to something, he wouldn’t become a killer. The last thing Blaine Anderson wanted to be changed in.
“I don’t want it..” Blaine spoke. Brittany stared at him, in hopeless confusion. She didn’t even respond to him anymore. He didn’t know if she knew what he was talking about.
“Are you talking about Kurt?” Brittany raised an eyebrow. “Cause if you don’t, someone else will.. Maybe not here..”
“I’m not talking about Kurt..” Blaine replied “Do you remember how we’re aiming at dummies during the training sessions. I’m just thinking about that, I mean they are just dummies. They’re nothing else, what if they’re persons. I don’t think I would be able to take aim at Rachel, or Emma. Maybe Sugar, but still.; I’m just thinking, they’re people. They are expecting us to kill people. It’s just wrong.”
“I haven’t even thought about it..” Brittany replied “I can’t believe that we have to kill all of this people in order we would survive. Right?”
“I don’t want to become a murderer.” Blaine replied “I don’t want to..”
“I..” Brittany replied “I think you’ll have to get over that, in order to be the winner. You’ll have to kill one person, the runner up. There’s no such thing as being a happy runner up, because you’ll be dead. Sometimes I think it’s better to die in the bloodbath, you’ll never have to kill anyone.”
“I’m a vegetarian.” Blaine replied “I don’t even eat meat, how am I supposed to kill an innocent person. How am I??”
“No one is innocent.” Brittany replied “Maybe that will help you.”
Quinn district 11
“So do you want to talk about Beth?” Matt turned to her.
“Talking about her feels..” Quinn replied “Odd in a way. If I die, she won’t even remember my face. She’ll just know me from TV. Like I’m some kind of TV celebrity. I don’t want to become a monster, if I die that’s all my Beth will see. The fact that I became crazy. I don’t want that to be the last thing she’ll ever see. On the other hand, I want to return home. Do you understand?”
“no, I don’t have a kid.” Matt replied “My parents know me, they’ll know that this is not me. That I do this to return home..”
“I just can’t think that Beth..” Quinn cried “ That in 11 years her name will be in there, in that stupid thing, that she’ll have to be here. I swear, if I could end the games from the inside I would.”
“End them?” Matt turned towards her. “Quinn, you can’t talk this way, they’ll cut out your thong. You don’t want them..”
“Well, they’ll have to do that..” Quinn replied “It’s unfair, we’re just kids.”
“What are you going to do Quinn?” Matt turned to her. “Any sign of rebellion equals death penalty.”
“And what is this?” Quinn turned to Matt. “If you don’t see it, only one will stand. We’re dead anyway, there’s no reason not to try it. Destroy the games from within.”
“You know they can kill our families..” Matt turned to her. “They know how to punish you outside of the games. Trust me, they do..”
“Look, Matt..” Quinn turned to him. “If I’m dead, they’ll be able to bring more kids to this hunger games. Can’t you see how wrong this is..”
“Off course I can..”
“Girls like Rachel Berry die in the hunger games..” Quinn turned to him. “Sweet, innocent girls like me, like Rachel Berry die in this games. It’s the ‘I’m sick of my life’ type like Santana that wins it in the end. And even if she does, she won’t be changing the world. I need to break this down from the inside..”
“Quinn, what is it with you and this Rachel?” Matt turned to her. “You haven’t mentioned any of the other tributes..”
“Look, if I met her..” Quinn turned away. “If I met her in district 11, we would have been great friends.”
“Well, keep it that way..” Matt turned around. “You don’t want to kill your friend..”
Rachel district 6
“Quinn Fabrey is the not a person you should be making friends with..” Artie turned to her.” You do know her type. Nice in your face, stabbing you in the back. And in this case I’m serious about that stabbing in the back part..”
Rachel Berry closer her eyes for a moment, she turned to the soft grey paint of the walls. Artie and Rachel had been talking about how they were going to play the games. And Artie kept saying to sacrifice him. Sacrefice the person he was. Rachel closed her eyes as she thought about her mother. Her mom, Shelby Corocran. The woman that had been taking care of her since she was a small little girl. That was why she was here today. Her mom had stolen bread from the capitol and was punished in the worst way possible. She was prisoned somewhere beyond this wall, and Rachel was brought to the games. She believed they were showing everything on repeat. Her eyes watered.
“Look the flower thing was my fault..” Rachel turned to him.” Artie, her daughter gave it to her. Everyone would get pretty mad with..”
“I’m not talking about the flower thing..” Artie replied “I’m talking about her calculation. She could have made it this way. Now you feel all guilty over this one meeting..”
“Please, it’s not like we’re best buddies..” Rachel smiled “You’re talking like I have a crush on her. Which I don’t..”
“Rachel, think about it..” Artie slowly stared at her eyes. “Quinn Fabray is a manipulative bitch!”
“You don’t even know her!” Rachel yelled “I thought you of all people would understand..”
“You don’t seem to understand Rachel..” Artie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t understand that it will be Quinn Fabray driving a knife through you heart!”
“I can’t stand being around you!” Rachel got up. She stepped towards the elevator and pressed a simple button. She wanted to get away from Artie and his negative nature. Or was it fear for what was about to come? She knew it, Rachel Berry was going to die. She knew it, but she didn’t want to going thinking the worst of people. In her mind all of the ‘tributes’ were just innocent people forced in a roll they shouldn’t have been in the first place. People between 12 and 18 years old should have fun. They should be running around, feeling the pain of heartbreak. Not the pain of feeling your heart ripper from your body. Or the pain of taking someone’s life from them. And that was what they had to do, to win. They had to drive a knife through someone’s
‘I’m Rachel Berry, I’m only 16 years old and I miss my mom terrible. I love my mom so much. I ..’
Rachel turned away, the knowledge of the next days made her scared. Off course she was going to the arena, but training here was worst. Going in front of the judges was more scary. Doing an interview, pretending to be excited or strong was worst. But she had to remember. You must not look weak. You can’t look weak, weakness will translate in something really bad. You must look tough.
“I’m so sorry..” A voice came from the other side. Slowly a man with dark brown walked towards her. “I didn’t know you were here. I thought only I..”
“No, stay.” Rachel smiled “It’s no..”
“Will Schuester..” Will gave her a smile.
“You’re older than 18, aren’t you?” Rachel turned to her. “How is that?”
“I’m from district 3..” Will sat down. “The brother/sister district. And you are?”
“I’m sorry, I always thought that was sick..” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “I’m Rachel Berry, I’m from the ‘steal a bread, become tribute’ district…”
“You’re the girl who didn’t get a reaping..” Will shook her hand. “I’m sorry..”
“And you’re the lovers from district 3..” Rachel stared in front of her. “Well, must be bad for you. You thought you survived the games, and bam..”
“Sure was..” Will turned towards her. “I’m just glad my sister isn’t here. I’m not glad that Emma came with me. How old are you anyway?”
“16..” Rachel smiled “My friend is in the wheelchair…”
“You must be scared..” Will slowly sat down looking across the buildings. “There’s no way that I survive the bloodbath near the Cornucopia. I’m not strong.”
“My mom used to say..” Rachel turned to Will. “Never look back, I guess that’s what you have to do. Get as far away from the danger as possible, find shelter and wait it out. That’s what’s the smartest to do..”
“Well, those careers are strong..” Will turned towards her. “Have you looked at Sugar and Sebastian. They’re dangerous enough..”
“You got that.” Rachel turned around. “But power is not everything. Sometimes brains get you a lot farther..”
“They have your mother..” Will turned to her. “She’s captured?”
“Yes, if I die..” Rachel cried. “They will put my death on repeat, so they can break her. My mom used to be kind of an activist. They punished her for stealing a bread, but really they punished her for speaking up.”
“Good luck Rachel..” Will stood up. “I’ll be heading back to Emma. May the odds be forever in your favor..”
“Well, not always..”
Blaine District 5
Brittany has lost her mind, Blaine turned around closing his door. Her ‘no one is innocent’ line had made him scared. In his mind he never wanted to end up in this place. He didn’t want to kill anyone in front of so much people. He wasn’t a murder, never would be. Yet his mind traveled to so much scenarios. Kurt, holding a knife running towards him was one of them. Was it wrong to fantasize about his innominate death? Or should he think about surviving? His mind always kept thinking about how he was going to kill any of them. The idea about driving a knife through Brittany’s heart made him sick to his stomach. She worked on his last nerves, but never would he drive that knife and kill her. Even Rachel Berry, a very sweet girl from district 6. Slowly he hang closer to the window, opening it up. Would he be able to jump down? Would he be able to end his life in dignity? Not for the eyes of Panem to see… Could it be possible?
“It won’t work..” A voice came from above him.
“What won’t work..” Blaine stared up. He could see Artie’s head hanging from the window. He had no idea he managed to get so close, but he didn’t care.
“Jumping.” Artie’s voice sounded sad. “There’s some kind of force field around the whole building; It makes it impossible to jump. Believe me, I tried..”
“I guess they don’t want to give as an out..” Blaine sat down. “So Artie isn’t it?”
“Artie, yes.” Artie’s voice sounded depressed “And you are? I’m sorry, I don’t know all tributes. Just Quinn, from whatever district she is..”
“Blaine, I’m with the smart blond..” Blaine smiled “Brittany..”
“I know her too..” Artie laughed “Miss, I’ll be dead first. I don’t buy it, I think people don’t take her serious enough.”
“Well, there’s only one winner..”
“It won’t be me..” They said together.
“Good luck..” Blaine smiled for a moment.
“The same to you..”
Sugar District 1
The trainings make me so happy. Seeing the fear in people’s eyes makes me see what I want them to see. A victor, I will wipe them from the arena. I will use their tears to drown them. All of them should watch their backs.. I’m coming from them!
“Sugar, you should not overdo the mean faces..” Sebastian stepped next to her. “You have everyone scared. It’s amazing. Sebastian.”
“I know who you are..” Sugar smiled “I know everyone who thinks they’re stronger than me. And that’s just it.. You’re not!”
“Talking to our fellow tributes..” Mike smiled “Mike Chang, so what do you think about this year’s victims..”
“Just as weak as previous year..” Sebastian smiled “I can’t wait to kill that district 6 girl. The one with the dark hair and the bangs..”
“I don’t care what her name is..” Sugar smiled “I don’t care who I kill, but if I get my hands on district 5 girl. I’ll die a lucky girl..”
“Well, I think they’ll have to watch their backs..” Lauren walked next to him. “Right Finn?”
“Right, we’re totally badass!”
Sugar slowly stepped away from the other Career tributes. She grew up with the idea of career tributes, her bigger brother had lost out on the hunger games. He helped her prepare for hers. It was his idea to look like someone dangerous, the truth was it was not just exterior. Sugar didn’t like people, they only way she did was dead. She didn’t mind killing people, it didn’t get to her. Some people would call her cold, other people a psycho. Either way she was more prepared than anyone. Her aunt won the hunger games, and she came back home as a hero. She wore the amount of people she killed as a sign of absolute pride. The numbers of lives, was something she talk about even today. Words of anger towards people she never met. And that was something that made Sugar excited. Thinking about killing any of this people. She wanted to laugh when she killed the district 5 girl. Or any of the other district. If she got her hands on any of them. Maybe Santana made her the most excited. Killing someone with so much pain, the idea of making her suffer more was so great to her. Sugar smiled.
“Hey..” a voice came towards her. She was leveled with the floor.
“I am not scared of you..” Santana punched her face. “You’re not so strong now!”
“Stop it!” A high voice came from behind them. “You don’t want the peace keepers to see this! Please stop it!”
Santana district 12
Santana rolled her eyes, when she saw Sugar troll around. Being all mighty. No one made her queen of all the tributes. Santana hated people like Sugar, career tributes who were sick. Life hadn’t made her this way, what was Sugar’s excuse? Her excuse for the many glares. The many stories. The many weird looks she had given her. Like she was already killing her in that pretty mind of hers. She slowly glared at her, talking to those career tributes. About hurting any of them. Without even feeling a thing. People that could have been her sister. Anger was something Santana knew, and never had she been so close to it. Not so close as she was today. She ran towards her leveling Sugar with the floor.
“I am not scared of you..” Santana yelled at her in anger. “You’re not so strong now..”
“Stop it!” A high voice came from behind them. “You don’t want the peace keepers to see this! Please stop it!”
Santana felt how hands pulled her away from Sugar. She didn’t even notice what happened. She was pulled away in a fast movement. Out of Sugar’s space. Santana wanted to beat, but she couldn’t. She didn’t feel like she needed to anymore.
“What were you thinking?” Brittany turned to her. “Peace keepers don’t take fighting in a good way. Do you want to become their ‘obsession’ in the arena..”
“I had her” Santana yelled “Blondie..”
“The name is Brittany..” Brittany didn’t smile. “From district 5, people call me Brittany. If you can just not..”
“Well, people like her killed my sister..” Santana yelled “She disserves to pay..”
“I agree with you on her being unpleasant..” Brittany spoke “But you can’t take hate for someone dead in the arena. Being impulsive is what will get you killed. You are strong and bitter Santana. But those two won’t save you out of all situations. Especially if you’re not naturally cruel like Sugar. I think it’s just a mask to keep people away. Admit it Santana. You don’t want to let anyone close, you’re scared you might lose them. Like you lost your sister..”
“You don’t know anything about me..” Santana turned to her. “I know what they say about you.. I..”
“I do to..” Brittany turned away. “But you don’t know what to think about all this. You’re scared to get in that arena. You’re scared they’ll use that weakness against you. But making off everything is not a solution. It makes you cold, it makes you dead. I really like you Santana..”
“Well,..”
“Bye..”
“What was that with the fighting?” Puck stepped next to her. “You were lucky Blondie stepped in to save you.”
“Brittany..” Santana corrected “Her name is Brittany.”
“Please Santana..” Puck stared in her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re growing to care for this girl. I liked your ‘I have no friends’ attitude.”
“I have no friends..” Santana turned away. “I’m just saying her name is Brittany..”
Merecedes District 8
“Look Kurt..” Mercedes stepped in the elevator. “That second day of training was worst then the first. What did you do?”
“Well, survival tips..” Kurt smiled “And I tried to do some bowing thing. Turns out, I can’t really aim.”
“So did you watch him?” Mercedes laughed “You know Blaine..”
“So what is your stylist making you wear on that interview in two days?” Mercedes turned towards her. “I wouldn’t need a stylist, but they give them..”
“I don’t know..” Kurt laughed “I hope something flattering my body type. I don’t want Blaine to get any wrong ideas..”
“You so like him..” Mercedes turned to him.
“What does it matter?” Kurt turned towards her. “Chances are that I’ll be killing him in a couple of days..”
“I’m worried about this score thing..” Mercedes turned to Kurt. “We both know that I’m not cut out for this. And if we don’t get any sponsors..”
“You do the best you can.” Kurt smiled “We can always seem better than we are..”
“Right..”
Mercedes stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her room. For five minutes, she didn’t want Kurt around. He was her best friend, but she didn’t want him to see her weak. The way she was right now. Mercedes didn’t like being weak. She liked being strong, being confident. Being strong enough to learn about this. And yet she wouldn’t get a high score. That was how this worked. The interview would be easy, she had to admit. She knew how to charm people. She didn’t even know what to show people. She was okay in surviving. She was okay in hiding herself. She was good with poisons. She was okay. That didn’t win the hunger games. Okay didn’t cut it. Mercedes was scared. Maybe she should be. She slowly closed her eyes, as sleep overpowered her once again. Dreaming of a world where the hunger games didn’t exist.
April District 5
“So I do what..” Brittany turned to April. “Are you even listening to me?”
“No, I’m not..” April took another sip of alcohol. “It’s not like it matters anyway..”
“You’re supposed to teach me..” Brittany grabbed the bottle of alcohol. “Stop drinking now!”
“Look, little miss..” April turned to her. “I used to be you. Pretty, sweet and cute. Then this hunger games happened to me, you know what. You’re better of dead..”
“That’s a horrible things to say!” Brittany turned to her. “I can win this..”
“At what cost sweetie?” April turned to her. “You’ll be just as addicted to the bottle as me. And when you do get a decent night of sleep, nightmares will be creeping inside your head. That last man you need to kill, that kill follows you.. Your tribute, how you came home and you were a hero. While you are really no hero. Just another broken person, returning after her hunger games. You better off dead, sweetie..”
“How much did you..” Brittany turned away. “Wack in your day?”
“That’s a nice choice of words..” April took another sip of drink “4.
April turned around, and left Brittany. In all honesty, she liked Brittany. She liked the spark in her eyes. The spark that had left hers so much years ago. It was coming here every year that hurt her, watching people in the prime of their life. Butchered on national TV. People called her a drunk, a bitch anything. But she was the one to judge mentors of other districts. The mentors of the careers, who treated their tributes like weapons. They stopped being kids when they entered those stupid schools. They were empty people filled with hate. Hate to make their district pride. Every night the last 15 years of her life haunted her. How she killed 4 people. And drinking took the pain away. Sometimes when she woke up at night, she wished she hadn’t made that final swing. That she became a fallen victim. Sometimes she believed it would have been easy to return in a bag. In a wooden box. She wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of sending a kid. Every year she brought a kid with her, and every year no one came back with her. People called her drunken April, but in her mind she was dead April. Her life was wasted, and she didn’t know what she had to do. April lay down on the bed. She wanted both Blaine and Brittany to be okay, but she knew that there would be at least one box joining her home. She cried, she didn’t want to live this live anymore.
Harmony and Sam District 10
Harmony and Sam always stuck together when they were traveling around the center. One didn’t want to get trouble. Both of them were regular district 10 kids, not ready for the hunger games. If you would ask Harmony, what she was good at, she wouldn’t answer confrontation. Both of them were really bad at it. Both of them didn’t like violence, and both of them didn’t want to make their way to the hunger games. It seemed like they were perfect to die first.
Sam had golden blond hairs, perfect eyes some might say and he was the son of a common man. Harmony on the other hand had dark black long luscious locks, the bluest eyes you would ever see. And to be sure, she was one of the most pretty girls in their district. She was district 10 beautiful, which translated in not a lot of make up pretty.
The previous two days, they had watched their other tributes. Most which were much stronger as them. Harmony noted that Tina’s act might be not as smart, since most of them seemed to see through it. Sam had noted that it could turn out the wrong way for her. Since she was still so young.
Both of them had agree to stay away from the Career tributes, Santana and Quinn. Brittany was included to those who would surprise them. There were so many people that would turn strong. One person that would be weak. Finn Hudson, he was constantly with Lauren to seem stronger, some even believed they had an affair running. One they would use for the interview.
The third day was a tough day, maybe even the worst Most of them tried to determine who was to fear and who was not. Some even tried to predict the number they would get in the private sessions. Who would be the best to the game makers. To Kitty, the one that was the most important one. But they didn’t think they would be high in the ranking. Harmony thought 4. Maybe worst. Sam thought his chances were a bit higher.
Brittany district 5
“Blaine!” Brittany knocked on the heavy black door. “Come out now!”
“What’s it Brit?” Blaine opened the door. “Why are you waking me up? It’s only 4 in the morning, is there a responsible reason to wake me up!”
“Yes!” Brittany replied “I have an idea for the perfect outfit, one that will make you look hot. That way you can impress Kurt!”
“Okay, what about only 1 comes out alive haven’t you understood.” Blaine smiled at her “The idea that idea that either Kurt or me have to die, what if we stay until the end. I won’t be able to kill him, if I’m in love with.”
“That makes sense..” Brittany replied “So in what scenario will I be dead?”
“Brittany!” Blaine turned to her. “Okay, I was just review a theory. Off course you could still be alive. But I was..”
“I get it!” Brittany replied “I’ll have escaped the arena to look for district 14 and unicorns. How you know me Blaine!”
“Off course!” Blaine turned to her. “Then why didn’t you take me and Kurt for you unicorn mission?”
“How am I supposed to know?” Brittany replied “Maybe I asked you, and you laughed with me. Off course I would leave you in the arena to fight until the dead!”
“Okay, I’ll promise to believe you!” Blaine replied “What’s your idea about clothes?”
“Look!” Brittany held up a picture
“Brittany, where’s my shirt?” Blaine turned to her. “Why am I only wearing short shorts? Aren’t we suppose to wear a shirt?”
“Well, no shirt is the direct way to someone’s heart!” Brittany replied “And your chest is far by your best feature. Off course you have an amazing personality, but you have to draw Kurt in by your other strengths. Show him you’re not boring.’”
“I am not boring..” Blaine replied
“Also, you look like a fourteen year old boy!” Brittany replied “You should totally change that, take the opposite of Botox.”
Brittany turned away, as the light came through the windows. Blaine glared at her, not mad yet not satisfied. He didn’t look at her, he knew that Brittany wanted to make him happy the last days of his lives. They didn’t like each other at first, but now they had grown friendly. Somewhere he knew that he wouldn’t be able to kill her. If he and Brittany were the last ones standing, he would salute her. Turn around in the forest. And take a chance on survival. He wouldn’t smash her head on to something, he wouldn’t become a killer. The last thing Blaine Anderson wanted to be changed in.
“I don’t want it..” Blaine spoke. Brittany stared at him, in hopeless confusion. She didn’t even respond to him anymore. He didn’t know if she knew what he was talking about.
“Are you talking about Kurt?” Brittany raised an eyebrow. “Cause if you don’t, someone else will.. Maybe not here..”
“I’m not talking about Kurt..” Blaine replied “Do you remember how we’re aiming at dummies during the training sessions. I’m just thinking about that, I mean they are just dummies. They’re nothing else, what if they’re persons. I don’t think I would be able to take aim at Rachel, or Emma. Maybe Sugar, but still.; I’m just thinking, they’re people. They are expecting us to kill people. It’s just wrong.”
“I haven’t even thought about it..” Brittany replied “I can’t believe that we have to kill all of this people in order we would survive. Right?”
“I don’t want to become a murderer.” Blaine replied “I don’t want to..”
“I..” Brittany replied “I think you’ll have to get over that, in order to be the winner. You’ll have to kill one person, the runner up. There’s no such thing as being a happy runner up, because you’ll be dead. Sometimes I think it’s better to die in the bloodbath, you’ll never have to kill anyone.”
“I’m a vegetarian.” Blaine replied “I don’t even eat meat, how am I supposed to kill an innocent person. How am I??”
“No one is innocent.” Brittany replied “Maybe that will help you.”
Quinn district 11
“So do you want to talk about Beth?” Matt turned to her.
“Talking about her feels..” Quinn replied “Odd in a way. If I die, she won’t even remember my face. She’ll just know me from TV. Like I’m some kind of TV celebrity. I don’t want to become a monster, if I die that’s all my Beth will see. The fact that I became crazy. I don’t want that to be the last thing she’ll ever see. On the other hand, I want to return home. Do you understand?”
“no, I don’t have a kid.” Matt replied “My parents know me, they’ll know that this is not me. That I do this to return home..”
“I just can’t think that Beth..” Quinn cried “ That in 11 years her name will be in there, in that stupid thing, that she’ll have to be here. I swear, if I could end the games from the inside I would.”
“End them?” Matt turned towards her. “Quinn, you can’t talk this way, they’ll cut out your thong. You don’t want them..”
“Well, they’ll have to do that..” Quinn replied “It’s unfair, we’re just kids.”
“What are you going to do Quinn?” Matt turned to her. “Any sign of rebellion equals death penalty.”
“And what is this?” Quinn turned to Matt. “If you don’t see it, only one will stand. We’re dead anyway, there’s no reason not to try it. Destroy the games from within.”
“You know they can kill our families..” Matt turned to her. “They know how to punish you outside of the games. Trust me, they do..”
“Look, Matt..” Quinn turned to him. “If I’m dead, they’ll be able to bring more kids to this hunger games. Can’t you see how wrong this is..”
“Off course I can..”
“Girls like Rachel Berry die in the hunger games..” Quinn turned to him. “Sweet, innocent girls like me, like Rachel Berry die in this games. It’s the ‘I’m sick of my life’ type like Santana that wins it in the end. And even if she does, she won’t be changing the world. I need to break this down from the inside..”
“Quinn, what is it with you and this Rachel?” Matt turned to her. “You haven’t mentioned any of the other tributes..”
“Look, if I met her..” Quinn turned away. “If I met her in district 11, we would have been great friends.”
“Well, keep it that way..” Matt turned around. “You don’t want to kill your friend..”
Rachel district 6
“Quinn Fabrey is the not a person you should be making friends with..” Artie turned to her.” You do know her type. Nice in your face, stabbing you in the back. And in this case I’m serious about that stabbing in the back part..”
Rachel Berry closer her eyes for a moment, she turned to the soft grey paint of the walls. Artie and Rachel had been talking about how they were going to play the games. And Artie kept saying to sacrifice him. Sacrefice the person he was. Rachel closed her eyes as she thought about her mother. Her mom, Shelby Corocran. The woman that had been taking care of her since she was a small little girl. That was why she was here today. Her mom had stolen bread from the capitol and was punished in the worst way possible. She was prisoned somewhere beyond this wall, and Rachel was brought to the games. She believed they were showing everything on repeat. Her eyes watered.
“Look the flower thing was my fault..” Rachel turned to him.” Artie, her daughter gave it to her. Everyone would get pretty mad with..”
“I’m not talking about the flower thing..” Artie replied “I’m talking about her calculation. She could have made it this way. Now you feel all guilty over this one meeting..”
“Please, it’s not like we’re best buddies..” Rachel smiled “You’re talking like I have a crush on her. Which I don’t..”
“Rachel, think about it..” Artie slowly stared at her eyes. “Quinn Fabray is a manipulative bitch!”
“You don’t even know her!” Rachel yelled “I thought you of all people would understand..”
“You don’t seem to understand Rachel..” Artie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t understand that it will be Quinn Fabray driving a knife through you heart!”
“I can’t stand being around you!” Rachel got up. She stepped towards the elevator and pressed a simple button. She wanted to get away from Artie and his negative nature. Or was it fear for what was about to come? She knew it, Rachel Berry was going to die. She knew it, but she didn’t want to going thinking the worst of people. In her mind all of the ‘tributes’ were just innocent people forced in a roll they shouldn’t have been in the first place. People between 12 and 18 years old should have fun. They should be running around, feeling the pain of heartbreak. Not the pain of feeling your heart ripper from your body. Or the pain of taking someone’s life from them. And that was what they had to do, to win. They had to drive a knife through someone’s
‘I’m Rachel Berry, I’m only 16 years old and I miss my mom terrible. I love my mom so much. I ..’
Rachel turned away, the knowledge of the next days made her scared. Off course she was going to the arena, but training here was worst. Going in front of the judges was more scary. Doing an interview, pretending to be excited or strong was worst. But she had to remember. You must not look weak. You can’t look weak, weakness will translate in something really bad. You must look tough.
“I’m so sorry..” A voice came from the other side. Slowly a man with dark brown walked towards her. “I didn’t know you were here. I thought only I..”
“No, stay.” Rachel smiled “It’s no..”
“Will Schuester..” Will gave her a smile.
“You’re older than 18, aren’t you?” Rachel turned to her. “How is that?”
“I’m from district 3..” Will sat down. “The brother/sister district. And you are?”
“I’m sorry, I always thought that was sick..” Rachel raised an eyebrow. “I’m Rachel Berry, I’m from the ‘steal a bread, become tribute’ district…”
“You’re the girl who didn’t get a reaping..” Will shook her hand. “I’m sorry..”
“And you’re the lovers from district 3..” Rachel stared in front of her. “Well, must be bad for you. You thought you survived the games, and bam..”
“Sure was..” Will turned towards her. “I’m just glad my sister isn’t here. I’m not glad that Emma came with me. How old are you anyway?”
“16..” Rachel smiled “My friend is in the wheelchair…”
“You must be scared..” Will slowly sat down looking across the buildings. “There’s no way that I survive the bloodbath near the Cornucopia. I’m not strong.”
“My mom used to say..” Rachel turned to Will. “Never look back, I guess that’s what you have to do. Get as far away from the danger as possible, find shelter and wait it out. That’s what’s the smartest to do..”
“Well, those careers are strong..” Will turned towards her. “Have you looked at Sugar and Sebastian. They’re dangerous enough..”
“You got that.” Rachel turned around. “But power is not everything. Sometimes brains get you a lot farther..”
“They have your mother..” Will turned to her. “She’s captured?”
“Yes, if I die..” Rachel cried. “They will put my death on repeat, so they can break her. My mom used to be kind of an activist. They punished her for stealing a bread, but really they punished her for speaking up.”
“Good luck Rachel..” Will stood up. “I’ll be heading back to Emma. May the odds be forever in your favor..”
“Well, not always..”
Blaine District 5
Brittany has lost her mind, Blaine turned around closing his door. Her ‘no one is innocent’ line had made him scared. In his mind he never wanted to end up in this place. He didn’t want to kill anyone in front of so much people. He wasn’t a murder, never would be. Yet his mind traveled to so much scenarios. Kurt, holding a knife running towards him was one of them. Was it wrong to fantasize about his innominate death? Or should he think about surviving? His mind always kept thinking about how he was going to kill any of them. The idea about driving a knife through Brittany’s heart made him sick to his stomach. She worked on his last nerves, but never would he drive that knife and kill her. Even Rachel Berry, a very sweet girl from district 6. Slowly he hang closer to the window, opening it up. Would he be able to jump down? Would he be able to end his life in dignity? Not for the eyes of Panem to see… Could it be possible?
“It won’t work..” A voice came from above him.
“What won’t work..” Blaine stared up. He could see Artie’s head hanging from the window. He had no idea he managed to get so close, but he didn’t care.
“Jumping.” Artie’s voice sounded sad. “There’s some kind of force field around the whole building; It makes it impossible to jump. Believe me, I tried..”
“I guess they don’t want to give as an out..” Blaine sat down. “So Artie isn’t it?”
“Artie, yes.” Artie’s voice sounded depressed “And you are? I’m sorry, I don’t know all tributes. Just Quinn, from whatever district she is..”
“Blaine, I’m with the smart blond..” Blaine smiled “Brittany..”
“I know her too..” Artie laughed “Miss, I’ll be dead first. I don’t buy it, I think people don’t take her serious enough.”
“Well, there’s only one winner..”
“It won’t be me..” They said together.
“Good luck..” Blaine smiled for a moment.
“The same to you..”
Sugar District 1
The trainings make me so happy. Seeing the fear in people’s eyes makes me see what I want them to see. A victor, I will wipe them from the arena. I will use their tears to drown them. All of them should watch their backs.. I’m coming from them!
“Sugar, you should not overdo the mean faces..” Sebastian stepped next to her. “You have everyone scared. It’s amazing. Sebastian.”
“I know who you are..” Sugar smiled “I know everyone who thinks they’re stronger than me. And that’s just it.. You’re not!”
“Talking to our fellow tributes..” Mike smiled “Mike Chang, so what do you think about this year’s victims..”
“Just as weak as previous year..” Sebastian smiled “I can’t wait to kill that district 6 girl. The one with the dark hair and the bangs..”
“I don’t care what her name is..” Sugar smiled “I don’t care who I kill, but if I get my hands on district 5 girl. I’ll die a lucky girl..”
“Well, I think they’ll have to watch their backs..” Lauren walked next to him. “Right Finn?”
“Right, we’re totally badass!”
Sugar slowly stepped away from the other Career tributes. She grew up with the idea of career tributes, her bigger brother had lost out on the hunger games. He helped her prepare for hers. It was his idea to look like someone dangerous, the truth was it was not just exterior. Sugar didn’t like people, they only way she did was dead. She didn’t mind killing people, it didn’t get to her. Some people would call her cold, other people a psycho. Either way she was more prepared than anyone. Her aunt won the hunger games, and she came back home as a hero. She wore the amount of people she killed as a sign of absolute pride. The numbers of lives, was something she talk about even today. Words of anger towards people she never met. And that was something that made Sugar excited. Thinking about killing any of this people. She wanted to laugh when she killed the district 5 girl. Or any of the other district. If she got her hands on any of them. Maybe Santana made her the most excited. Killing someone with so much pain, the idea of making her suffer more was so great to her. Sugar smiled.
“Hey..” a voice came towards her. She was leveled with the floor.
“I am not scared of you..” Santana punched her face. “You’re not so strong now!”
“Stop it!” A high voice came from behind them. “You don’t want the peace keepers to see this! Please stop it!”
Santana district 12
Santana rolled her eyes, when she saw Sugar troll around. Being all mighty. No one made her queen of all the tributes. Santana hated people like Sugar, career tributes who were sick. Life hadn’t made her this way, what was Sugar’s excuse? Her excuse for the many glares. The many stories. The many weird looks she had given her. Like she was already killing her in that pretty mind of hers. She slowly glared at her, talking to those career tributes. About hurting any of them. Without even feeling a thing. People that could have been her sister. Anger was something Santana knew, and never had she been so close to it. Not so close as she was today. She ran towards her leveling Sugar with the floor.
“I am not scared of you..” Santana yelled at her in anger. “You’re not so strong now..”
“Stop it!” A high voice came from behind them. “You don’t want the peace keepers to see this! Please stop it!”
Santana felt how hands pulled her away from Sugar. She didn’t even notice what happened. She was pulled away in a fast movement. Out of Sugar’s space. Santana wanted to beat, but she couldn’t. She didn’t feel like she needed to anymore.
“What were you thinking?” Brittany turned to her. “Peace keepers don’t take fighting in a good way. Do you want to become their ‘obsession’ in the arena..”
“I had her” Santana yelled “Blondie..”
“The name is Brittany..” Brittany didn’t smile. “From district 5, people call me Brittany. If you can just not..”
“Well, people like her killed my sister..” Santana yelled “She disserves to pay..”
“I agree with you on her being unpleasant..” Brittany spoke “But you can’t take hate for someone dead in the arena. Being impulsive is what will get you killed. You are strong and bitter Santana. But those two won’t save you out of all situations. Especially if you’re not naturally cruel like Sugar. I think it’s just a mask to keep people away. Admit it Santana. You don’t want to let anyone close, you’re scared you might lose them. Like you lost your sister..”
“You don’t know anything about me..” Santana turned to her. “I know what they say about you.. I..”
“I do to..” Brittany turned away. “But you don’t know what to think about all this. You’re scared to get in that arena. You’re scared they’ll use that weakness against you. But making off everything is not a solution. It makes you cold, it makes you dead. I really like you Santana..”
“Well,..”
“Bye..”
“What was that with the fighting?” Puck stepped next to her. “You were lucky Blondie stepped in to save you.”
“Brittany..” Santana corrected “Her name is Brittany.”
“Please Santana..” Puck stared in her eyes. “Don’t tell me you’re growing to care for this girl. I liked your ‘I have no friends’ attitude.”
“I have no friends..” Santana turned away. “I’m just saying her name is Brittany..”
Merecedes District 8
“Look Kurt..” Mercedes stepped in the elevator. “That second day of training was worst then the first. What did you do?”
“Well, survival tips..” Kurt smiled “And I tried to do some bowing thing. Turns out, I can’t really aim.”
“So did you watch him?” Mercedes laughed “You know Blaine..”
“So what is your stylist making you wear on that interview in two days?” Mercedes turned towards her. “I wouldn’t need a stylist, but they give them..”
“I don’t know..” Kurt laughed “I hope something flattering my body type. I don’t want Blaine to get any wrong ideas..”
“You so like him..” Mercedes turned to him.
“What does it matter?” Kurt turned towards her. “Chances are that I’ll be killing him in a couple of days..”
“I’m worried about this score thing..” Mercedes turned to Kurt. “We both know that I’m not cut out for this. And if we don’t get any sponsors..”
“You do the best you can.” Kurt smiled “We can always seem better than we are..”
“Right..”
Mercedes stepped out of the elevator and walked towards her room. For five minutes, she didn’t want Kurt around. He was her best friend, but she didn’t want him to see her weak. The way she was right now. Mercedes didn’t like being weak. She liked being strong, being confident. Being strong enough to learn about this. And yet she wouldn’t get a high score. That was how this worked. The interview would be easy, she had to admit. She knew how to charm people. She didn’t even know what to show people. She was okay in surviving. She was okay in hiding herself. She was good with poisons. She was okay. That didn’t win the hunger games. Okay didn’t cut it. Mercedes was scared. Maybe she should be. She slowly closed her eyes, as sleep overpowered her once again. Dreaming of a world where the hunger games didn’t exist.
April District 5
“So I do what..” Brittany turned to April. “Are you even listening to me?”
“No, I’m not..” April took another sip of alcohol. “It’s not like it matters anyway..”
“You’re supposed to teach me..” Brittany grabbed the bottle of alcohol. “Stop drinking now!”
“Look, little miss..” April turned to her. “I used to be you. Pretty, sweet and cute. Then this hunger games happened to me, you know what. You’re better of dead..”
“That’s a horrible things to say!” Brittany turned to her. “I can win this..”
“At what cost sweetie?” April turned to her. “You’ll be just as addicted to the bottle as me. And when you do get a decent night of sleep, nightmares will be creeping inside your head. That last man you need to kill, that kill follows you.. Your tribute, how you came home and you were a hero. While you are really no hero. Just another broken person, returning after her hunger games. You better off dead, sweetie..”
“How much did you..” Brittany turned away. “Wack in your day?”
“That’s a nice choice of words..” April took another sip of drink “4.
April turned around, and left Brittany. In all honesty, she liked Brittany. She liked the spark in her eyes. The spark that had left hers so much years ago. It was coming here every year that hurt her, watching people in the prime of their life. Butchered on national TV. People called her a drunk, a bitch anything. But she was the one to judge mentors of other districts. The mentors of the careers, who treated their tributes like weapons. They stopped being kids when they entered those stupid schools. They were empty people filled with hate. Hate to make their district pride. Every night the last 15 years of her life haunted her. How she killed 4 people. And drinking took the pain away. Sometimes when she woke up at night, she wished she hadn’t made that final swing. That she became a fallen victim. Sometimes she believed it would have been easy to return in a bag. In a wooden box. She wouldn’t have to deal with the pain of sending a kid. Every year she brought a kid with her, and every year no one came back with her. People called her drunken April, but in her mind she was dead April. Her life was wasted, and she didn’t know what she had to do. April lay down on the bed. She wanted both Blaine and Brittany to be okay, but she knew that there would be at least one box joining her home. She cried, she didn’t want to live this live anymore.
Harmony and Sam District 10
Harmony and Sam always stuck together when they were traveling around the center. One didn’t want to get trouble. Both of them were regular district 10 kids, not ready for the hunger games. If you would ask Harmony, what she was good at, she wouldn’t answer confrontation. Both of them were really bad at it. Both of them didn’t like violence, and both of them didn’t want to make their way to the hunger games. It seemed like they were perfect to die first.
Sam had golden blond hairs, perfect eyes some might say and he was the son of a common man. Harmony on the other hand had dark black long luscious locks, the bluest eyes you would ever see. And to be sure, she was one of the most pretty girls in their district. She was district 10 beautiful, which translated in not a lot of make up pretty.
The previous two days, they had watched their other tributes. Most which were much stronger as them. Harmony noted that Tina’s act might be not as smart, since most of them seemed to see through it. Sam had noted that it could turn out the wrong way for her. Since she was still so young.
Both of them had agree to stay away from the Career tributes, Santana and Quinn. Brittany was included to those who would surprise them. There were so many people that would turn strong. One person that would be weak. Finn Hudson, he was constantly with Lauren to seem stronger, some even believed they had an affair running. One they would use for the interview.
The third day was a tough day, maybe even the worst Most of them tried to determine who was to fear and who was not. Some even tried to predict the number they would get in the private sessions. Who would be the best to the game makers. To Kitty, the one that was the most important one. But they didn’t think they would be high in the ranking. Harmony thought 4. Maybe worst. Sam thought his chances were a bit higher.
