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No One Knows Who I Am	By : Marblez Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 4841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Disclaimer: I don’t own the Hunger Games or any of its characters. The many OC’s, however, are mine. :-)
Summary: Adya knew the moment his name was picked out of the bowl that he would not be coming back from the 74^th Hunger Games…
WARNINGS: SLASH! (M/M) VIOLENCE! ANGST! CHARACTER DEATH!
IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE - IN ORDER TO STOP MY STORY FROM BEING PERMANENTLY DELETED I MUST WARN YOU THAT I WILL BE QUOTING FROM THE BOOK & MOVIE (HUNGER GAMES by Suzanne Collins)

No One Knows Who I Am
The Train, Reaping Day
“I think…I think I’m going to be sick!” Adya gasped suddenly as he felt the train take another sharp bend at its impossibly high speed.
“What?!” Una cried out loudly from her seat beside him. “Oh! Um…hold on, I’ll find you a…a bucket or something…”
“Ugh…”
He was vaguely aware of the sounds of Una hurrying around the large compartment, searching for something suitably.
Oh, he felt awful…
His head was so heavy…the pressure on his brain so tight…
And his stomach…
“Hurry…” he begged weakly, pressing his hand to his mouth.
“Oh!” Una gasped loudly, tipping something out onto what sounded like a plate before hurrying back to his side and pressing a cold metal bucket into his shaking hands. “Here! It’s the ice bucket but…but it should do…”
Ideally he would have murmured his thanks to the kind girl but his stomach chose that particular moment to empty itself of what little food he’d eaten over the last couple of days and it was all he could do to hide his face in the bucket. “How disgusting…” their idiotic publicist grumbled loudly from his own seat across the room from them. Adya was sure he’d introduced himself but he couldn’t for the life of him remember what his name was…“What is wrong with you? I hope you’re not ill – we’ve got a very busy schedule to adhere to.”
“Ugh…no, I don’t think I’m ill…” Adya groaned, grimacing from the smell now coming from the bucket he remained bent over. “I think it’s just…I think it’s just the motion of the train…m’sorry…”
“I can’t feel anything…” Una mumbled, sounding rather confused.
“Probably has something to do with…with my senses being all out of what…” Adya mumbled, holding the bucket with one hand and rubbing his stomach with the other. “Ever since I lost my sight my–”
“What?” their publicist demanded suddenly. “What did you say?”
“Ever since I lost my sight my other senses have–”
“You’re…you’re blind?!?” their publicist all but screamed, jumping up from his seat and hurrying over to stand in front of the blind Tribute.
Adya nodded slowly.
“…what am I meant to do with a blind tribute?!?”
Flinching away from the screaming publicist caused his stomach to tumble once more and he only just made it to the bucket in time.
He barely noticed their publicist storming out as he heaved painfully, feeling worse and worse with each disgusting retch. Finally his stomach settled and he realised that someone was rubbing his back gently.
“Ugh…” he groaned.
“I had no idea you were blind,” Una murmured beside him, her voice trembling almost as much as the hand on his back. “I…I don’t know what to say…”
“It’s ok…” Adya mumbled. “Thanks…for the bucket…”
“I wish there was more that I could do,” Una sighed.
She sounded so…nice.
Adya hated the thought of her entering the Arena in a few days time.
“How old are you?” he found himself asking.
Una’s answer was drowned out by the compartment door sliding open with a loud hiss and three sets of feet hurrying into the room, two pairs of boots and one pair of high heels, before coming to a halt just in front of the two Tributes.
“Let me see your eyes, boy,” a gruff male voice ordered.
Adya sighed, tilting his face up towards the three adults who were now staring down at him and reaching up with his free hand to push back his hair.
“Oh!”
“So it’s true…” the man murmured.
“…what happened to you?” a woman’s voice asked softly.
“Do you…do you remember the fire a few years ago that destroyed one of the housing blocks behind Factory 15?” he asked softly, removing his hand and letting his hair fall back down to cover his eyes.
“Yes.”
“We…my parents and I…lived in that housing block and…” his voice trembled as he remembered the smoke…the heat of the flames…the terrifying feeling of falling as his father threw him out the window…“They died and I…I was burned so badly that…that I lost my sight…”
Silence.
“What are we going to do?” their publicist demanded, his voice impossibly high and as shrill as a cats scream. “I can’t sell a blind Tribute to the people!”
“You disgusting man!” the woman cried angrily. “You should be more concerned about how we are going to help this poor boy!”
“That’s your job, not mine!” their publicist snapped angrily.
“You can’t see at all, boy?” the other man demanded.
“No…”
“Then you’re dead.”
Wow.
Blunt and to the point.
“Woof! There must be something we can do!” the woman cried tearfully.
“Nothing to do,” the man, Woof, said in his blunt voice. “He’s a Tribute.”
“But…”
“Um…it’s ok…” Adya spoke up softly, his hand returning to rubbing at his stomach. “I mean it’s not but…but if Una has to go in the Arena why shouldn’t I?”
Una’s hand had stopped moving across his back, resting between his shoulder blades, the warmth of her skin sinking in through the thin fabric of his shirt.
“I know…I know that I have no chance of surviving but…but if I can help her by being a distraction…well, isn’t that a good thing?” he asked.
“Tactics,” Woof murmured. “Always have a good tactic…I had a good tactic…”
Adya frowned.
A moment ago the man had been angry and forceful, his words painfully blunt but now…now he sounded almost childish, hesitant and confused.
“What exactly did you have in mind?” their publicist spoke up.
“I don’t know but…well…couldn’t we just keep my disability a secret?” he asked softly, holding the bucket tightly in his hands. “At least until it would be advantageous for us to reveal it? If we can get people feeling sorry for us won’t they want to sponsor us…more importantly to sponsor Una?”
“You can’t hide the fact that you’re blind!” the publicist snapped.
“I had no idea he was blind,” Una spoke up suddenly. “Neither did you.”
“I’ll be able to pull it off, with a little bit of help,” he reassured them.
“I’ll help you,” Una promised immediately.
“Are you sure? We could go to the Gamemakers…I might be able to convince them to do another Reaping…” the woman murmured softly.
“No,” Adya said firmly, making the mistake of shaking his head. “It’s like I told my friend – better the cripple than someone with a future.”
His stomach gave a lurch of warning as the train went round another bend.
“Oh, not again…” he moaned weakly before burying his head in the bucket once more. Una’s hand began to rub his back soothingly once more.
“If you’re sure…” the woman sighed.
“I’m sure,” Adya spoke into the bucket, his voice sounding louder and strangely hollow. “Ugh…I wish my stomach would stop doing that…”
“Girl! Fetch something to calm his stomach!” their publicist ordered and Adya heard someone hurrying from the room. “I’m going to go and warn the boys stylist – we’ll need some sort of dark glasses to hide those awful scars.”
Adya shrunk back into his seat, his cheeks flushing red.
He was self-conscious as it was about his scars, he did not need that idiot reinforcing the fact that he was hideous to look at.
“What a horrible man,” the woman muttered once the publicist had left, sinking down into the seat opposite him. “Woof, why don’t you sit down with us.”
“What? What did you say?” Woof asked. “Where are we?”
Adya frowned.
“Woof’s…getting on a bit…” the woman murmured apologetically.
“He reminds me of my Granddad,” Una murmured. “Some days…some days he forgets about my Grandma and goes out looking for her…”
“I’m sorry,” the woman’s voice was filled with sympathy.
She sounded just like Una did – nice.
“Are you…are you our Mentors?” Una asked hesitantly.
“Yes,” the woman answered. “This is Woof, as you already know, and I’m Cecilia. Our job is to help you make a good impression so that you draw the right sort of attention. We’re also here to give advice throughout your training.”
Adya heard someone approach from behind.
“Good. Give him the medicine and then clean away the mess in the bucket,” Cecilia ordered whoever it was that had approached them. “Bring it back straight away though, just in case he needs it again.”
“Who’s she talking to?” Adya asked Una softly.
“It’s an Avox,” the girl answered just as softly.
An Avox – a slave of the Capitol.
“Let me take the bucket for you,” Una offered, pulling the bucket out of his hands. Almost immediately he felt two small tablets being pressed into his left hand and a cool glass being pressed into his right. “She wants you to swallow them.”
Blinking in what he thought was the direction of the mute slave he licked the tablets off of the palm of his hand and gulped them down with some of the water. Oh…they’d better kick in quickly or that water would be re-appearing very shortly.
“So…what’s going to happen when we reach the Capitol?” Una asked once the Avox girl had left, taking the foul smelling bucket with her.
“Firstly you’ll be worked on by your individual prep teams…”
“Worked on?” Adya asked, frowning as his words came out slightly slurred.
“Yes. They’ll clean you up and get you ready for your stylists,” Cecilia explained. “You’re quite lucky in that you’ve got a married pair for your stylists – Oscar and Willow. They always come up with such…interesting costumes.”
“I hope that a good thing…” Adya mumbled, blinking slowly.
Wow…he was feeling really drowsy…
“Then, once you’re ready, you’ll take party in the Tribute Parade. I know it sounds silly but this is really important – it’s the first impression that you give the viewers and all the possible sponsors. You’ve got to try and look calm and confident,” Cecelia continued to explain.
“No crying,” Woof ordered.
“No, crying is not a good idea,” Cecelia sighed sadly.
Adya’s head was feeling heavier and heavier with every passing second but at least his stomach had calmed down now. Resting his head on his hand worked for a little while but soon it wasn’t good enough – he needed to lie down.
“I’m sorry but…but I think I need to go lie down…” he mumbled.
“Are you all right?” Una asked worriedly.
“Yeah, just…whatever those pills were have made me really…really sleepy…” he explained, his head lolling from one side to the other. “Not sick now…just sleepy.”
“Oh,” Una mumbled, standing up suddenly and pulling on his arm. “Come on, I’ll help you find your room. Um, could we maybe continue with this tomorrow? I…I wouldn’t mind having a shower before dinner…”
“That’s a good idea,” Cecelia murmured. “I need to call my children…”
“Girl! Show the Tributes to their rooms!” Woof barked out, his voice sharp once more. Adya stood up from his chair, feeling Una slip her arm into his. The soft footsteps from earlier returned and suddenly Una was urging him to move forward, helping him to manoeuvre around the numerous pieces of furniture in the room as they followed the Avox girl.
He counted two sets of automatic doors before they stopped.
“Oh, this must be your room,” Una said suddenly.
Ah, Adya thought suddenly, the Avox’s must communicate with gestures.
That could cause a little bit of trouble for him…
“The button to open the door is here,” Una said, taking his hand and trailing it from the window in the door to the button on the wall to the left.
The door hissed as it opened and the pair of them stepped inside.
“Could you show me to the bed? I’ll figure out where everything else is later.”
“Of course,” Una said, leading him across the room and once again taking his hand and placing it on the unbelievably soft mattress. “Can I do anything else for you before I go find my own room?”
“No, I’ll be fine,” Adya answered. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Adya,” Una murmured, “I’ll see you later.”
“Ok.”
Una and the Avox left the room, the door sliding shut behind then and suddenly he was alone…completely alone and surrounded by darkness and silence. He’d never heard such silence.
The lack of noise made him feel…frightened.
Surely there should be some sort of noise?
It was only the drowsiness caused by the medication that kept him from hyperventilating as he lay down on the bed, gasping softly as he all but sank into the comfortable mattress.
That was…weird.
After living on the streets for nearly four years reclining something so soft just felt wrong and so, with a frown, he pulled the blankets off of the bed and moved down onto the floor.
There, that was better.
And then, trying to ignore the terrifying silence surrounding him he closed his eyes and drifted off into the medication induced sleep that beckoned him.

A/N (1) Thank you to the people who have read and reviewed the first chapter already! I could not believe how quickly the first one came through! LOL!
A/N (2) Also cannot believe that I am posting the second chapter on the same day as the first…I don’t think I’ve ever done that! LOL! Please let me know what you think!
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