Call For Their Blood (A Hunger Games Group Story)

Four out of seven. Four out of seven of the surviving tributes of seventy-five Hunger Games voted to do this to us. Why? Didn't the rebels already win?

But no; they voted for President Coin to hold a Hunger Games for children of important Capitol citizens. Our fate was confirmed when Katniss fired her arrow, killing President Snow.

It's rebels' faults.
It's our parents' faults.
But most of all it's Katniss' fault.
Not ours.

Welcome to the 76th - and Final - Annual Hunger Games.

Chapter 9

Verada Templesmith: I will not bow

As they shut me in my room, I sit quietly on a black leather couch. Both my mother and Olivia come, but heir visits seem to short.

I stand up and walk over o the window. The sky had turned gray earlier, and now it's raining. With my hand pressed to the window pane I begin to sing;

*"The dark begins to rise.
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world
I just wanna leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere"

/"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in"/

/"I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"/

"Fall"

/"Watch the end through dying eyes
Now the dark is taking over
Show me where forever dies
Take the fall and run to Heaven'/

/"All is lost again
But I'm not giving in'/

/"I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"/

/"And I'll survive, paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away"/

"Open your eyes!"

/"I will not bow
I will not break
I will shut the world away
I will not fall
I will not fade
I will take your breath away"/

/"And I'll survive; paranoid
I have lost the will to change
And I am not proud, cold-blooded fake
I will shut the world away"

"Fall!"

My fingers have found their way to my neck, and now are clasped around my necklace. I flick it open, and look at the picture of my father.

I still remember the day he was killed.

"Hey can I go with you today, Dad?" I asked him, wanting every spare minute my father had to spare. After all The Hunger Games was a hard and tasking job. With my father being Head Game Maker, he was working 24-7.

"Sure Vera." He said warmly to me before we got into our car a drove to an important looking office building.

I followed my dad through the halls at his side every second, till we can to a door. Two peace keepers were standing next to it. As my father stepped forward to go in, so did I.

"Sorry miss. You'll have to stay out here." One of them said.

My father looked slightly confused, but gave me an apologetic look, and went inside. I expected the peace keepers to follow him. But as soon as he passed over the thresh hold they closed the heavy doors, not giving me a chance to see what was in the room.

Startling me even more, they immediately locked the door.

"W-what you doing?" I stammered. No answer.

It was probably a minute later, but it felt like forever, when I heard a noise. A thud of a body hitting the floor.

Faster than either of the Peace Keepers could react, I pushed through them, threw the lock and swung open the door.

And saw my father lying dead before my eyes.

Tears start to blur my vision, and I notice for the first time that they have been flooding down my face. And no matter how hard I try, the memory of my fathers death keeps pushing into my focus.

I threw myself onto the floor beside him. His hand slight blue marks on it, and a blue-ish juice dripped down his mouth.

Looking up, I saw a glass bowl on a table. In the bowl were berries. I recognized them instantly.

Night Lock.

I jumped up, trying to get a hand full so I could always be with my Dad. Just like I always wanted.

The Peace Keepers caught me and dragged me out of the room. Away from thing I wanted most dearly. My father.

I drop to my knees unable to bear it, any longer. Looking up, I see the sky through the window.

"I'm going to show them, Dad." I sniff

"I'm going to show them what they've done."

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