MoonDuv

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    I can't get on very often here, so I am on the places as much as I can. Usually I get on for a few minutes during the week. On Wattpad, I get on everyday, especially on saturdays!!!!

Okaii, side note herezeez! This is a Hunger Games FAN-FICTION!!!!!!!!!! I know it sucks, please tell me where I got spelling wrong.... I suck at speling... shut up Mr. Red-line, I hate chu.

   "Who am I?" I turn to Gale, hoping for an answer. "Well, before you dissapeared, you were my best friend." Gale huggs me, trying to comfort me. "No, who am I  now. I  had only one reason to participate. I watched my Family die in those games." I shiver. I look at me, confused, I've never shivered before. Then I wonder how much of the tests were lies. I watch the bin turn and as the lady pulls out the card, I pray it's me. I still want revenge. I'm going in that arena and exposing the horrible things District 13 will do if they're not stopped. "Leah." She says. Sobbing rings out of the crowd. I follow them quickly. I grab the girl. "Leah?" I ask and she nods. "I want to take your place, may I?" I whisper. She nods faster. I cry out, volounteering as tribute. "I am taking those bastards straight to hell." I growl, taking the stage. "Aaaaannnnnd Jaleb!" She calls out. Better than Gale, I don't want to have to kill him. "I volounteer as tribute." His voice calls out. "Gale, no! I can't hurt you!" I say as he takes up his place beside me. "If either of us die, I want to be with you. I love you Fallah." He kisses me there, on the stage. In front of everybody. They cheer as the lady calls out her quote; "May the odds be ever in your favor."
   We board the train. Its silent rumble soothing. "So, to the capitol." Gale says casually. I'm busy thinking of ways to protect him and me, where neither of us dies.  We could do suicide. No, I have to win, to show those nasty jerks who jacked me up that you don't mess with me and get away with it.  I learn that the lady's name it Gem. Fitting for her sparkly hair and glittery skin. Naturally, being enhanced, I'm hairless except for eyebrows and hair on my scalp. My skin is flawless. My large electric blue eyes are tinted red from all the shots and drugs. Not red as in sleepy red, but the color part. Purply looking really.  Gale is trying to explain our childhood to me. I'm getting none of it. So I sit there, replacing all my memories with his, until I recite the whole thing back to him. "Good. It's late, lets just go to bed. "I can't sleep. Not now." I mumble. He forces me to anyway. I'm woken up by him shaking me. He holds my sweating terrified self. I've rarely slept with out the horrid screams of children and their parents begging to leave them alone. Now that I know who's family it is it only makes it worse. It's mine, screaming out for me, worried for me. My fake-memory families deaths are nothing now that  I know they went through no real pain.Gale holds me and lays down beside me as I drift into sleep again. I'm dreamless. I wake up to Gale beside me, breathing deeply. I wake him up. We trudge into the dining car. He's still shirtless, I'm barefoot and my long hair is a mess. A group of smiley people come in, make-up already on their faces. They look at me and their smiles grow bigger. "Oh, look at all that hair to play with!" A man laughs. "Its way longer, trust me. To my knees almost." i slump in a chair beside Gale. He hooks his leg around mine. I let him. He cared about me, so I cared about him naturally. Something about him made me feel safe and girly. "Do what you like with it. Just don't cut it." I glare at the man. "This is your prep team Fallah. Treat them nicely." Gem says. "I'm nice to everyone unless I'm supposed to kill them." I add the last part for flare. She laughs nervously and walks out, all stickety. "So who's our mentors?" I ask. "Um, Katnine Aliby. And Clay Stone." A girl answers.  

Okaii, side note herezeez! This is a Hunger Games FAN-FICTION!!!!!!!!!! I know it sucks, please tell me where I got spelling wrong.... I suck at speling... shut up Mr. Red-line, I hate chu.

   "Who am I?" I turn to Gale, hoping for an answer. "Well, before you dissapeared, you were my best friend." Gale huggs me, trying to comfort me. "No, who am I  now. I  had only one reason to participate. I watched my Family die in those games." I shiver. I look at me, confused, I've never shivered before. Then I wonder how much of the tests were lies. I watch the bin turn and as the lady pulls out the card, I pray it's me. I still want revenge. I'm going in that arena and exposing the horrible things District 13 will do if they're not stopped. "Leah." She says. Sobbing rings out of the crowd. I follow them quickly. I grab the girl. "Leah?" I ask and she nods. "I want to take your place, may I?" I whisper. She nods faster. I cry out, volounteering as tribute. "I am taking those bastards straight to hell." I growl, taking the stage. "Aaaaannnnnd Jaleb!" She calls out. Better than Gale, I don't want to have to kill him. "I volounteer as tribute." His voice calls out. "Gale, no! I can't hurt you!" I say as he takes up his place beside me. "If either of us die, I want to be with you. I love you Fallah." He kisses me there, on the stage. In front of everybody. They cheer as the lady calls out her quote; "May the odds be ever in your favor."
   We board the train. Its silent rumble soothing. "So, to the capitol." Gale says casually. I'm busy thinking of ways to protect him and me, where neither of us dies.  We could do suicide. No, I have to win, to show those nasty jerks who jacked me up that you don't mess with me and get away with it.  I learn that the lady's name it Gem. Fitting for her sparkly hair and glittery skin. Naturally, being enhanced, I'm hairless except for eyebrows and hair on my scalp. My skin is flawless. My large electric blue eyes are tinted red from all the shots and drugs. Not red as in sleepy red, but the color part. Purply looking really.  Gale is trying to explain our childhood to me. I'm getting none of it. So I sit there, replacing all my memories with his, until I recite the whole thing back to him. "Good. It's late, lets just go to bed. "I can't sleep. Not now." I mumble. He forces me to anyway. I'm woken up by him shaking me. He holds my sweating terrified self. I've rarely slept with out the horrid screams of children and their parents begging to leave them alone. Now that I know who's family it is it only makes it worse. It's mine, screaming out for me, worried for me. My fake-memory families deaths are nothing now that  I know they went through no real pain.Gale holds me and lays down beside me as I drift into sleep again. I'm dreamless. I wake up to Gale beside me, breathing deeply. I wake him up. We trudge into the dining car. He's still shirtless, I'm barefoot and my long hair is a mess. A group of smiley people come in, make-up already on their faces. They look at me and their smiles grow bigger. "Oh, look at all that hair to play with!" A man laughs. "Its way longer, trust me. To my knees almost." i slump in a chair beside Gale. He hooks his leg around mine. I let him. He cared about me, so I cared about him naturally. Something about him made me feel safe and girly. "Do what you like with it. Just don't cut it." I glare at the man. "This is your prep team Fallah. Treat them nicely." Gem says. "I'm nice to everyone unless I'm supposed to kill them." I add the last part for flare. She laughs nervously and walks out, all stickety. "So who's our mentors?" I ask. "Um, Katnine Aliby. And Clay Stone." A girl answers.  

I run, panting for air. I'm still ripping IV's and needles out of my flesh, bleeding from where they got caught and ripped me open. The tattoo on my back, symbolizing my doom. A straight line down my spine, crossed by perfectly placed horazontal lines where my disks are. It'll never come off. It's embedded into my very existance. I'm Fallah, the only Experiment left alive. I was supposed to die on that table, but I broke free, snapping the iron grips with ease. The Experiments are kids my age who have been taken and subjected for enhancements. I was chosen because of my agility, speed and willingness to fight. I'm the only one who's survived.  I run down the hall, jumping over a guard just as easy. I've never seen the sun. Not the real one, anyway. I've been told it messes with our testing, unbalances our genetics. I run out of the building in jeans and a hoodie. It's the dead of winter. Snow, snow and more snow. I have a bow and arrow slung over my shoulder. "You were bred for the Games Fallah. To win. Now make me proud and show me what you've learned!" The people working on me used to tell me.  I ran, never stopping. I ran for hours, through woods and ash. I had seen it a billion times before, on the huge Tv. WE all watched it. Then my friends would go into the Games, only to die. This time it was my turn. I wasn't going to die. Not like that. I refused and they threatened to kill me. I still said no. So they followed in on their threats. They were gonna rip out my spine, slowly cut me to pieces and leave my body in the snow for ravaged wolves. The horrible imagas passed through my mind. I shook them out, focusing on my goal. I run for a week, stopping to hunt and eat the meat raw and sleep for about an hour. My body can handle just about anything. I can run for four days straight, no rests or water even food. I can eat poison and be totally fine. Except chloraform, that makes me puke a lot. I found a fire one night, blazing. My body was trembling. I sat down, heating up. I dashed up a tree when I heard footsteps. A boy, about my age comes into my view. His gray eyes are puzzled, black hair, tangled. "Hello? I see you y'know? I'm not stupid." He looks straight at me. I'm sitting on a branch, ready to attack. "You wouldn't see me if I didn't want you to." I jump down the thirty feet, straightening after I land. "How'd you, that was almost forty feet! You should have shattered your legs on impact!" He gasps, amazed. "I was bred for the Games. I want to kill those who killed my families." I reply, shocked at my own words. "Families? You had more than one?" He says sitting down. "Yes. Four of them really. I want to avenge their deaths by killing every single person in that arena." I growl, sitting beside him.  "Well, this is district 12. Most of our girl tributes aren't able to play. We have a lot of babies this year for some reason. So if you want, you can volunteer. No one here wants to be in those awful games anyways." He skins and guts a measly beaver. I had seen some fat fish in a river about an hour from here. "I'm Fallah. District 13. Or, a group of scientist stealing babies from hospitals and injecting liquids in them from age two." I smile. "Gale. District 12. I already told you that but you were buisy mumbling about fish." He laughs. "Sorry. So how can I get into the games?" I ask. "Well, you look like Peeta. So you could be his cousin, I guess." He shruggs, not particularly interested. I growl, pacing. We go into town. He shows me an abandoned house I can spend the night in. "Blood tests, how do I pas that?" I ask. "We'll see."He says, walking to his home, where ever that is. A horn blows in the distance, shocking m out of my sweet dreams of killing every single person in that arena. I line up behind the girls. It akes forever. They prick my finger. "Fallah Davis?" They say. Everyone stares a me. "Yes. What?" I snap. "It's good to have you back. You went missing last year, we got kinda worried, you are our best tribute after all." The lady smiles. "L-last year? I've never been here in my whole life... I thought..." I mumble to myself, confused. "So you're the Davis girl? We used to hang out in the meadow. I thought you looked familar, but you look so different with boobs." Gale says. I barely register this. "I live here? But I saw them die. I saw them." I whisper.

    His dark body was crouched on the top of the monument. He almost jumped down until I clambered up the side, sitting down on the roof beside him.
He had Black hair, and electric blue eyes. Full, pink lips stood out against his pale skin. I wanted to kiss him so bad. "So, why a graveyard?" He said scooting closer to me. "Because they're creepy and mysterious. You never know the secrets they hold." I said, dreamily. He looked around us, no one was here. "You looking for something? Ooh, last time I was here, I found a bloody jacket!" I shivered. "Cold, isn't it?" He smiled. His smile was a little crooked, it was beautiful and inviting, like this place. "Well, I'm Zaex!" I smiled. "Alexzander." He smiled bigger as I hopped down from the roof.
     "You think I was gonna spend all night up there? Nuh-uh! You wanna see something beautiful?" I wanted to say. I didn't, I grabbed his hand and led him somewhere I had never shown anyone before.
"Where are we going?" He said, clumsily tripping over a root. "Some place special. I never told anyone about this place, ever. So you can't tell either." I whispered. We were close, I could hear the water rumbling.
We walked into a beautiful clearing. A small water fall rumbled quietly. Vines were everywhere. Huge flowers bloomed at their feet. "This, this is amazing! How'd it get so beautiful?" He looked around at everything.
"I spread my parents ashes here. I wanted to make up for the harm they caused, so I used them as flower food." I grinned. "My parents hated earth. They destroyed every piece they could. Even me, they put me through things they shouldn't have." I shivered, not because it was cold. Alexzander turned me around and kissed me. "Then I will fix you, my black rose." He held me close to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. "Them get started, I'm pretty broken." I smiled. After what seemed like the best night of my life, we had to go back.
      "Your family won't worry if your out late?" He asked as we walked out of the graveyard. "It's just me pretty much. My brothers were killed in the same wreck that killed my parents. Aunt Sarah goes on buisness trips a lot. But Saturday's are when she's home. And she spends that time grading my papers. I'm home schooled. Now you, tell me all about public school!" I said. "I'm home schooled to. Sorry to let you down." he replied "Well, my aunt should be home soon. It's Friday. So, bye. see ya' 'round?" I kissed his warm cheek. "Can you hand out tomorrow? We can d school together." He asked, not wanting me to go. "Sure, I'll get over there as soon as possible. But don't wait up, I sleep in late some times." I laughed and walked inside. I ran up the steps, taking in two at a time. I walked into my room. My batmobile clock said it was four in the morning.
There was no way I was sleeping I could still feel his soft lips on mine, his warm hands on my back.
      Look at what I got myself into this time. I was in love. And just think, I hated couples only yesterday!