A Whole New Game- Chapter 23 -A Hunger Games StoryMore Like This
Chapter 23: Nothing Left to Lose
Beeeeep! Beeeeep! Beeeeep!
"You have got to be kidding me!" I hear Eleanor shriek. Suddenly, I see a pillow fly towards the alarm, though it continues its harsh blare. The lights switch on as they have every day for the past two weeks.
Instead of getting up, I just lie still, staring up at the ceiling.The tears that drenched me last night do not appear. It's as if my eyes have completely dried up. Sorrow is replaced with a hollow feeling, as if a hole is gaping through my chest. And I know exactly what is missing, or rather, who.
Samantha consumes my thoughts. I miss her more and more every day. She didn't have the red hair like my mother and I, but shared the same brown waves of my father. Her eyes, like mine, were green, but had flecks of yellow, almost like sparks.
Before my parents died, she was just my sister, but the more I took care of her, the more she became like my own child. My own child that was ripped away from me.
ASFS-A Vague Message from the NarratorMore Like This
I have heard the word.
Plastered to the pages of the history books, as though it were only a story. Whispered in the fading voices of it's survivors, their withering hisses all to afraid to tell the whole truth. Perhaps their mind has eroded the memories for them. This happens, truly it does. Wouldn't that be nice? To forget? No. They cannot forget. We cannot forget. To forget would be to kill them all over again. Please, no. No more screams. No more red fireworks that come from the impact of bullet to flesh. The mist of gas, the smell of rotting flesh that litters the cities and fogs up the mind. It penetrates the nose like nothing else. The scent cannot be erased. It is permanent. Please, no more. I cannot bear to remember, but it would kill me to forget.
It is Greek.
"Sacrifice by fire."
It is how they rid the smell. Burn the bodies. Burn them. Burn them.
The world is made of fire.
Death is the new scent of th
A Whole New Game- Chapter 22 -A Hunger Games StoryMore Like This
Chapter 22: Alone and Afraid
Trying to go to sleep was impossible. Gimpy above me wouldn't stop making insubordinate sobbing noises, her metal arm clattering against the sides of the bed as she twisted and curled amongst the covers, wincing and moaning in her sleep.
Honestly, she needs get over it. I'm not even sure who she wanted back so badly, but they couldn't be that important. I wanted to shove a rag in her mouth so I could get some sleep, but that new arm of hers made me uneasy. I saw her burn a hole through a guy with a simple flick of a wrist. I'm sure I could take her out anyway, but I am far too tired and uncaring to bother.
I finally give up and make my way to Cato's room. Hopefully Neanderthal is a heavy sleeper. Maybe I'll be lucky and find that he has gone over to Clove's room for tonight. Do they do that? I don't really know if they're sleeping together yet, or at all. Hm. Shame.The only time the kid might ever get laid, and it's got to be with that whor
A Whole New Game- Chapter 21 -A Hunger Games StoryMore Like This
Chapter 21: The Last Rescue
Did I feel betrayed? A little. It's not as if I knew Alec. He was just Gale's annoying assistant.There was bound to be a traitor in that huge underground district. I guess I had just not expected someone so high up.
But betrayal is nothing compared to the dread that consumes me.We had all noticed a far greater problem the second the hovercraft doors had shut. Samantha is not here. None of the families are here. Not only had we been betrayed, but tricked as well, and now we are headed back into those horrid Games again, all the while our families lie hidden somewhere in the Capitol scared and alone and still very much in belief that we are dead. Soon they will be right.
This is exactly what I should have expected.
They had placed us all in different cell rooms down different hallways. Each were sealed with thick clear glass, most likely sound proof, as it was silent except for the sound of my own erratic breathing. Hours go by. Horrible, quiet h