|The Warriors of Death
Author: YingYang13 PM
Winning means fame and fortune. Losing means certain death. The Hunger Games have begun. "Fine Haymitch have it your way..." I thought, staring at the orange halo. Only twenty seconds left. If I'm really quick, I can get to my shiny weapons...ten...nine...eight. I look to my left and see Andrews' jerking his head to the woods. Without warning the gong commenced.(O/C)Rated: Fiction T - English - Suspense/Friendship - Gale H. - Chapters: 13 - Words: 19,788 - Reviews: 12 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 04-10-13 - Published: 09-20-12 - id: 8542251
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A/n-Sorry people I have to re-write a few chapters on this story because of the grammar needs corrections and my writing is not descriptive enough.
So again, Katniss Everdeen and Petta Mellark don't exit or not been born. Primrose Everdeen is the only child in it. Gale Hawthorne exits but his age is seventeen instead of eighteen like in original story. The Hunger Games of course!
Chapter One-The Spy
I hold up my spear ready to use, staring dreamily at the aquatic colours of blue and green shimmering up the surface of the Lily-pond. Therefore I lob my spear at the biggish trout I've seen in a long while. I begin to salvage my keeps in an old carrier bundle. Then a faint voice, more of a whisper had said my name through the foliage of the black woods.
"Rhoswen..." it said. I stood in a standstill, and apprehensively hold my spear. I've blinked, and I'm not in the woods any more hunting fish. The sky is suddenly inky black and starless. I'm outside somewhere. Until I heard the most scared like scream. Then it muffled into deep choking sobs. I stood by a young girl. No older than six. Everything came flooding back. This is the night my mother had died. Where I want to lie in the cold than my house, where the body will be gone and taken to be buried.
From nowhere, her figure arises through white-like vapour like she took heaven with her. "It's time to wake up sweetie." My mother said ever-so smoothly, like she's reciting a lullaby.
I awoke to see its early morning. I can hear birds in distance bidding a very good morning with their sweet tune. The air outside is warm but gloomy. Sighed, I dangle from my bed and groggily put my clothes on. I pulled on my old grey hunting jacket and ready to leave my dumpy bedroom for breakfast downstairs (Or what's left of our cupboards).
That's our problem around here, Food. It's too expensive to buy. Too hard to find in local markets and don't forget the Hob (A black market which lives in an old coal mining factory). However I had advantage and so do my older brother Jayden. Hunting and forging for berries in the shrubbery behind the electric fence.
April 31st...I distinctly remember as it flashed in my head.
"My mum's birthday..." I whisper under my breath, while walking down the scraping floorboards.
I'd stop for a moment in front of small and grimy kitchen. I glimpsed a look at the sink. My hands clenched into fists.
"I told Cohen to do the dishes." I said, as I take my frustration by slamming the cabinet door above me.
"I thought I can hear you, Winnie..." said my second oldest brother, behind the kitchen counter.
"Oh...you're up." I said coolly, faking a smile.
"I'll do it when I finish eating." said Cohen, eating his grimy porridge and scratched his sandy brown hair out of tiredness.
"Do it now, you've had yesterday to do it." I said, crossing my arms.
He waved his huge hand disdainfully. I narrowed my eyes and hold my breath. It made him recoil and start the dishes. His full-bodied stature slumped as he mournfully does the dishes.
"There, is that hard." I said, suppressing my grin as I made my way to the table and ignore my brother Cohen giving me dirty looks behind me.
So I sat on the toppled chair where my oldest sibling had already seated next to me.
"I've seen you worked Cohen to the bone." said my brother Jayden, smirking behind his drink.
I gave a warning look at Jayden. He averts my gaze and stares to his boots. My two older brother's hate each other. It's sometimes rivalry in the house and I always have to stop it.
Jayden kept running his debris-filled fingers through his sooty black hair. His face looked barely unrecognisable under the black dusty coal beneath his fresh young features. He had no choice after he left school he had to work at the mines.
I heard the door knock.
"I'll get it." I said, gobbling up the left-over cheese and the crusty old bread.
I race to the door and let my best friend in...And the rest is well a typical but satisfied like routine. However this time...
"You like?" she smirks, while her brown eyes glinted.
"Jenny! You're lucky that it's summer." I said, blinking at her –showing-all-skin- outfit. (Hot pants, a white tank top and a leather jacket...)
"I know you like it!" Jenny squeaks, hugging me happily where I ignore my effort to mention or bring it up. Instead I hugged her and life without being best friends with Jenny is like the sky without the stars.
"You always wear that dreary grey ensemble." said Jenny, My best friend with sleek and shiny red hair. She's right I do, but this jacket has been through all my hardships and I found it as a good luck charm and for my sharks tooth necklace that's an extra.
"So who...Is it then?" I ask, changing the subject and pick up to what we left off downstairs.
"Jack Carmichael."She said in a dreamy voice.
I've heard of him before around school. The only reason I do is because other girl's spy or whisper things that mentioned him. By reputation people would say he's the bad boy at school, I disagree, it was that because he has blond hair and grey eyes. I'd find completely unusual but then again I have blue eyes and black hair because a merchant had married a coal miner from the Seam.
Still he's dense in the head but harmless, A stupid person.
"Why do you like him, he's just a boy...no older than Cohen." I say, shrugging.
"Just a boy- He's- He's..." Jenny stammered.
"Yes?" I ask, raising my eyebrows.
"He's a dream." She said, and sinks onto my mattress.
"That's...Nice." I said, clenching my jaw to a smile.
Still I couldn't blame her of being of a romantic and I've had held down my food too. Without warning, the door creaks in my bedroom. A head propped up in the door frame and a smile I know very well.
I returned that smile and try not blush.
"Hah, thought I find you two in here." He joked.
Jenny and I both smiled to each other then to Gale. He marched straight in and took a seat on my old tarnished chair. His ebony-black hair looks effortlessly clean and tidy as his eyes are still a bluish grey. And I can see why girls followed him, and start a fan club. They're dazzling.
"Well what gave you that idea?" Jenny replied coolly.
"And you suppose to be a hunter, Gale." I said cockily.
"Shut up." he said as he teasingly rolls his eyes.
"Really Rhos, is that what your going to wear...I thought you'd impress someone." said Jenny, giggling.
Thanks Jenny for making this awkward! I nudged her chest, and then she burst into 'owies'
"That was my boob!" she gasped, hitting me with my pillow.
Gale chuckled heartily, I joined too. Jenny expressed an annoyed look but she eventually laughs again. Without knowing, my brother Cohen had barged in my room. But he looked really nervous and his temples start to sweat.
"Rhoswen have you seen my...homework it's about to due today." Cohen said, but he stuttered a little.
I exchanged looks to Gale; he normally does homework before he goes home. Gale was confused too.
"Umm...did you check downstairs?" I said, trying to be in this little ruse.
"Hi..." He blurts to Jenny.
But before Jenny reacts, Cohen is gone with a blink...I wonder what's with him?
"Oh gosh look at the time, C'mon we're going to be late." spoke Jenny, dragging the both of us to our route to school.
It's the late afternoon in the woods as the light cool breeze hits my skin. The fresh blue stream is alive with trout and other edible fishes. I wound my kill with a small but sturdy knife blade. It stopped wriggling as I grasped it by the tail.
Gale is short distance away with a bow in one hand and three squirrels in the other. I envy him and his useful skill to use a bow and arrow nevertheless we're good hunting partners and put food on the table. Jayden couldn't come because he works in the mines. But he manages to come on Sundays.
"I'm beat Gale, did you caught anything other than your squirrels." I asked, lying on the grass.
"No..." He grimaces.
"Oh...should we carry on..." I reply.
"I have enough of hunting for today." He said soberly, sitting down next to me.
"Well we can have fish stew at my place then, since you already live there." I grinned.
"I don't live there..." he said, tempting to grin.
"Well I didn't invite you, stranger..." I joked.
He's about to answer, but looked up. I did too and heard the rustling above.
"Someone is up in there." mouthed Gale. I nod and slyly climb up the thin canopy of trees. I pounce on the bough and there he is...only a glimpse of the shadow. It's to dark to know or even recognise the spy. The emissary jumped from tree to tree as I pursue the chase.
I glanced his golden-brown head. And he looked no taller than Gale. Before I can get a good glimpse of the spy, he disappeared to the fence.
I slid down easily on the ground with a dull thump.
"So who's up there?" Gale asked.
I've shrugged and said. "I don't know, but he looked suspicious did you caught a good glimpse on him." I said, wondering.
Gale shook his head and we continue where we left off. Later after our hunting regime, I lastly leave the woods and pocketed the shard in my pocket. Then took one last look of the woods as I slink under the fence...