The Hunger Games Fanfiction (Please read!)

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5, 4, 3, 2, 1; “May the games begin!” The gong sounds. My first instinct is to run for the bow and arrow, but I see the boy from district 9 run to the lake with the only one, so I grab a backpack and run to the Cornucopia where the knives are. The wall is lined with them so I take all of them and put them in my backpack. The girl from district five throws a throwing star at me, but I deflect it with my backpack and throw a knife at her forehead. I watch it slice across and she yells in anger and pain. While she’s distracted, I run into the forest. I climb up a tree and sit in a branch and wait for a tribute to pass by. I see the male tribute from district three walk past the tree, holding a squirrel, so I throw a knife into his back. He slumps to the ground, dead. I feel horrible that I just killed someone, but I need to survive. I cut up the squirrel and eat all of it without cooking it first. I hear the cannon go off multiple times, and I count them. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Seven times. Not many tributes died in the bloodbath this time. I hop down from the tree and move forward. I need to find an ally. District 2 tributes have always been part of the Career Pack, but I refuse to be part of that horrible group that kills people just for the fun of it. As if this person knew exactly what I needed, I hear a voice behind me. “Hey, wanna be partners?” I whip around and see a boy who looks like he’s about 13 years old. Probably the youngest tribute. I’m pretty sure he’s the male tribute from district 12. I think his name is Rowan. He has long golden hair and gray eyes. “Hello? Anyone there?” I snap into focus. “Sure. What’s your name?” I ask. “Rowan,” He says. I was right. “What about you?” He says. “Oh, I’m Amber.” He looks at me, confused. “Shouldn’t you be with all the other Careers?” He asks. “No,” I say, “I don’t want to kill innocent people just for the fun of it. Even though I already have…”
“I see.”
“Why do you want to team up with me?” I blurt out. “Because I don’t want to die!” He says.
“I’m going to end up killing you anyway! There can only be one victor!”
“What about Katniss and Peeta? They won together. And trust me, a crazy girl from district 2 is definitely not my first choice for a partner, but you just happened to be there. Would you rather just be on your own?”
“I…. no.”
“I thought so.”
“I’ll be back,” I say, “I’m going hunting.” He grins. “Isn’t that easier with a bow and arrow?” He pulls a bow and arrow out of his backpack. My jaw drops. “I saw the boy from district 9 lying dead in the bushes, so I stole it from him. It’s a good thing whoever killed him didn’t bother to take it.” I stare at the beautiful thing for a few more seconds then I hug Rowan. “Thank you so much for getting this.” I whisper. I let go and ask him if I can have it if I give him some knives, and he agrees. I stare into his eyes. “Thank you.” I say once again. “If I don’t come back, promise me you’ll win for me.”
“I promise,” He says. “Good,” I murmur. I dash further into the woods. I search for hours with no luck, but I manage to find some blackberries. I run back to our camp.
Rowan jumps a little when I approach. “What’d you catch?” He looks at the berries. “Oh, wow, that must’ve been a real challenge.” I glare at him. “Just shut up and eat,” I say. He takes two berries and eats them, and I also eat two. I put the rest in one of the plastic baggies I found in my backpack. “Should we start a fire?” Rowan says. “No, we need to climb up high in a tree and sleep there. If we start a fire, another tribute, or even worse, the Careers might see the smoke and find us, so we need to get up high where they won’t find us.” I say. His eyes grow wide. “Amber.” He says barely above a whisper. “What?”
“I think they just did.”
I slowly turn around and see a group of five people, all holding weapons, smiling at us. I notice that the male tribute from my district, is the leader of the Careers. I don’t remember anything about him. At all. I look at Rowan and he nods. We run away at full speed, and I can hear their footsteps crashing behind us. “Don’t let them get away!” I hear a female voice shriek. “Cowards!” I hear a male voice yell. Rowan snatches the bow from me. “Hey!”
“Sorry,” He says.
He loads it and fires behind us. “Ow!” I hear someone say. It probably just hit them in the arm or something. We keep running. He fires three more arrows and they make sickening sounds with each impact. The footsteps stop. We climb up to the highest point in the nearest tree. We rest and catch our breath. “I thought we were going to die…” I say. “Well, we didn’t. But a few Careers did!” He laughs. “How could you laugh at that? You just killed people! Even if they are horrible people, you could respect them!” I yell. He slaps his hand over my mouth. “Shut up!” He hisses. “Do want them to find us?!” I roll my eyes and move his hand off of my face. “It’s not like we’re going to win, Rowan. Do you see who we’re up against?” Rowan looks at me, his gray eyes serious. “Yes, I see who we’re up against. But it doesn’t matter, because we will win. Together. Some way or another.”
“May the odds be ever in your favor.” I say.
He laughs. “Yours, too.” I smile at him and look down at the ground. Just as I do, the cannon goes off three times. The people Rowan killed. “You know who you look like?” He says. “Don’t say it.” I whisper. He grins. “You kinda look like Clove.” I laugh and punch him in the arm playfully. “I do not!” I say. But I actually kind of do. My stylists even gave me the exact same hairstyle she had when she was in the arena. They thought I’d look more intimidating. But I don’t like to think of myself resembling her, since she was a crazy girl who killed half of the tributes in the arena. “Who’s the female tribute from your district?” I ask Rowan. “Her name was Rose. We were going to team up, but I watched her get a face full of Cornucopia when I watched the male tribute from district 10 smash her right into it, face first. She got her nose broken so badly she died. He came for me next, but I escaped into the woods, where I found you.”
“I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks.”
“C’mon, let’s get out of this tree.” I say. We leap down, branch to branch, until we’re on the ground.

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