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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 Capitol, Day One
Smoke…
There was smoke everywhere…
Choking him…
“A-Adya…go…”
“Mum?”
“Get out…”
It was so hot…
The flames were right there in front of him…
It was so bright…
Too bright…
Too hot…
It hurt…
“Adya!”
“D-Dad?”
“Adya!”
Hands grabbing him around his waist…
The window…
“Jump Adya…j-jump…”
“N-No…hurts…daddy…daddy please…”
“You have to jump, Adya…please…”
“D-Daddy…”
“Jump!”
Falling…
Falling into the darkness…
The never ending darkness…
“…no!”
Adya woke with a scream, throwing the blankets off of his trembling body as he scrambled to his feet, banging his head against what he could only assume was some sort of dresser in the corner of the room.
He hadn’t had the fire dream in a long time…
Wait…
Why was it so quiet?
Where was all the noise?
What was going on?
“Oh…”
A sick feeling pooled in the pit of his stomach as he remembered the events of the day before – he’d been Reaped.
The door to his room opened with a loud hiss.
“Hello?”
Silence.
“Who’s there?”
Footsteps…the softest of footsteps moved across the room towards him, coming to a halt directly in front of him.
A hand touched his arm and despite the warning the footsteps had given him he still jumped, flinching away from the gentle touch.
“U-Una? Is that you?”
His frown deepened as his left hand was gently pulled away from where it had been held close to his body and was turned palm side up.
What was…what was that?
The lightest of pressures was being traced across the sensitive skin of his palm, creating shapes where his flesh tingled…no, not shapes – letters.
N – O.
“Who…Who are you?” he asked.
A – V – O – X.
“Oh…” he sighed with relief, nodding his head in understanding. “Did you…um…did you need something?”
U – R – N – E – E – D – E – D – F – O – R – B – R – K – F – S – T.
He had to ask the Avox to spell the words out on his palm a further five times before he was able to figure out exactly what the mute slave was trying to tell him.
“It’s time for breakfast?” he asked softly.
Y – E – S.
Adya let out a deep sigh.
Food.
His stomach clenched uncomfortably.
No…he wasn’t hungry…
U – N – E – E – D – T – O – E – A – T.
“If I do it’ll just come straight back up.”
M – E – D – I – C – I – N – E?
He laughed sadly, shaking his head.
“Unless you’ve got something that can help me to see again I don’t think that there is any amount of medicine that can make me feel better…”
O – H.
G – A – M – E – S.
“Yeah… he sighed deeply. “The Games…”
His eyes began to sting with unshed tears…
No.
No – there was no way he was going to give them the satisfaction of seeing him arrive in the Capitol in tears.
He would not cry.
He…would…not…
Damn.
Snatching his hand away from the silent slave he wiped furiously at his eyes, smudging dirt over his cheeks as he attempted to obliterate the traitorous tears dripping down cheeks.
There was a lump in his throat like he’d swallowed an apple whole, a sob he was desperately trying to hold back.
No.
He would not cry – he would not!
Fighting against his emotions he somehow managed to gain control of the tremors shaking his thin frame, holding himself still as he struggled his way back behind his most apathetic mask.
The gentle hand returned to his wrist, pulling his hand forwards so that a soft piece of fabric could be pressed into his palm.
“What’s this?” he asked, his voice coming out annoyingly choked.
The hand on his wrist slowly moved his hand up to his face, pressing the soft fabric against his still damp cheeks in such away that the fabric successfully wiped away what remained of the unwelcome moisture.
“…thank you…” he murmured softly, taking control of the task for himself.
The door opened with a loud hiss, causing him to jump so violently he nearly dropped the now damp piece of fabric, his hands scrambling to hold onto it as he turned to face the direction of the door.
“Adya?” Una’s clear voice filled the small compartment. “What’s taking you so long? Woof sent the Avox to fetch you ages ago…are…are you ok?”
“I’m fine.”
He sniffed loudly, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand as he pulled himself back together one final time before holding the piece of fabric out towards the silent Avox, offering it to them on an open palm.
A hand closed his fingers around the cloth before a light fingertip traced out some more letters on the back of his hand,
U – N – E – E – D – I – T – M – O – R – E – T – H – A – N – M – E.
K – E – E – P – I – T.
“Thank you…” he murmured once more, carefully pushing the damp fabric into his pocket. “Una,” he sighed, turning his head towards where he could hear his fellow Tribute breathing. “I’m not sure breakfast would be such a good idea…”
If only he could blame the unsettled feeling in his stomach on the train…
“I don’t think Cecelia will let you get away with not having any breakfast,” Una sighed apologetically. “Apparently we won’t get anything more to eat until after the Tribute Parade and as you didn’t eat anything last night…”
Great.
“…plus the foods really nice. I’ve never tasted anything like it. And, what with our chances and everything, shouldn’t we enjoy everything we can at the moment? Before it’s, you know, too late?”
Adya sighed, nodding reluctantly in agreement.
She was right, he supposed as he felt her slip her hand into his, they really should concentrate on enjoying what little time they had left…
Wow.
That was morbid.
“Lead on then…” he sighed, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Together they made their way through the narrow corridors of the train, Una leading him gently by the hand while the Avox followed silently behind them.
“Don’t you know how to wash, boy?” their publicists harsh voice greeted them as they entered the main compartment of the train. “You look disgusting!”
Adya felt his face flush with shame and embarrassment.
Of course he knew how to wash!
It was just a little hard to wash when you were blind and therefore couldn’t see to find the bathroom in an unfamiliar place.
He would have been fine back home – there was a well behind Warehouse 5 that hardly got used any more thanks to the newer models that had been installed in the square. Every few days or so he would find his way there, use the old wooden bucket to draw up some water and tip it over his head.
A simple but reasonably effective way to get rid of the worst of the dirt.
“Leave him alone!” Una snapped angrily, holding on tightly to his hand. “You’ve done nothing but moan about how had it will be for you to do anything with us all morning so why don’t you do us all a favour and shut up?!”
Adya snorted loudly.
Wow…so much for quiet little Una.
He dreaded to think what that idiot must have been saying earlier to make he so angry with him…
“Ha!” Woof laughed loudly as their publicist let out a loud (and slightly inhuman) squawk. “About time someone told you to shut up. Well done, girl!”
“How dare you–”
“Oh, go put on some more make-up or whatever it is you waste your time doing and let us eat in peace!” Una snapped once again as she guided Adya further into the compartment and over to a chair.
For a few seconds there was silence in the compartment and then their publicist stormed out, muttering about how he deserved to have a better District that this and shouldn’t have to work with such difficult –
“So…what do you fancy, Adya?” Una asked.
Her voice sounded normal again.
“Um…what is there?” he asked, breathing deeply and allowing the many scents in the compartment to wash over his senses.
Everything was so strong…so vivid…
It reminded him of the illegal street markets that took place in secret down the back alleys between the factories, all sorts of scents blending together until it was almost overpowering and completely mouth watering.
“Well there’s toasted bread with butter, jam or something called marmalade,” Una said, pronouncing the last word slowly and carefully. “Then there are all these different kinds of pastries. So fruit…”
“Fruit?” Adya asked, his head perking up as his mouth began to water.
He hadn’t had any kind of fruit since he was a little boy…
“What kinds of fruit?”
“All kinds,” Una answered cheerfully. “Some of them I’ve never seen before. Would you like me to make you up a bowl of sliced fruit?”
“If it’s not too much bother,” he answered softly.
Listening to the sounds of her filling up a bowl for him he found himself leaning back in his chair and actually licking his lips in anticipation.
If he tried hard enough he was sure he could forget why he was being fed the best food money could buy like a sacrificial lamb being prepared for the slaughter…
“Here you go!” Una announced brightly as she place the bowl on the table in front of him with a loud thud. “Is there anything else I can get for you? A drink? There’s hot tea, hot coffee, something called hot chocolate, milk, juice…”
“Is there any water?” he asked as his fingers carefully searched for the bowl.
“Sure! I’ll pour you a – the Avox is kindly pouring you a glass,” she corrected herself as she settled into the chair beside his. “It’s to the right of your bowl.”
“Thanks.”
Picking up the first piece of fruit his fingers encountered he brought it up to his lips. It was cold, ice cold and kind of squishy and the juice was running down his fingers making them feel all sticky and weird.
Popping the piece into his mouth he moaned at the explosion of taste that hit his enhanced senses, licking as much of the sweet juice from his fingers as he could.
“I think it’s safe to say that you like strawberries,” Cecelia chuckled happily from wherever she was sat in the carriage, somewhere behind him and to his right. “We can have chocolate covered strawberries for pudding this evening, if you like. Apparently it’s quite a popular desert at the moment.”
“What’s chocolate?” Adya asked as he picked up the next piece of fruit…only to have it spread between his fingertips as it gave way under the light pressure.
It was kind of slimy…
“You’ve never heard of chocolate?” Cecelia gasped in surprise as he licked the remains of the piece off of his fingers, shaking his head in answer to her question as he considered the taste of this new fruit.
It wasn’t as sharp as the strawberry had been but it was still utterly delicious.
“I’ve heard of it but my family could never afford to buy any – chocolate is a luxury item after all,” Una reminded their Mentor softly. “By the way, that second piece of fruit was a slice of banana.”
“Banana?” Adya snorted.
He’d never heard of that either.
What a funny sounding name for a piece of fruit.
Banana.
It sounded like it should just keep going on and on and on.
Bananananananananana…
Chuckling to himself he reached out for the glass of water –
“Oh!” he cried out as his hand came in contact with the glass much sooner that he had expected, knocking it over and sending its contents rushing across the table and down into his lap. “I’m sorry!”
“It’s ok, it’s only water,” Una hurriedly reassured him as hands armed with many clothes began to mop up the spill on the table whilst also attempting to pat his shirt and trousers dry.
“There we go, no harm done,” Cecelia murmured for right beside him. “You’d best finish your breakfast – we’ll be arriving at the Capitol in less than an hour.”
“Joy,” Adya muttered sarcastically, his fingers automatically obeying her order as they picked up the next piece of fruit from the bowl. “As if it wasn’t bad enough, now I get to arrive looking like I’ve wet myself.”
Una giggled beside him.
“Shut up.”
“Sorry…” Una apologised, still giggling however.
Adya smiled.
Yeah, he could see what was funny.
He must look an absolute sight right now…
“So what’s this?” he asked, waving the piece of fruit in her direction.
“That would be a piece of apple,” she answered brightly.
“Right.”
They continued like this until he had finished every piece fruit that had been in the bowl and quite amazingly it seemed content for the moment to remain in his stomach where it belonged.
How refreshing…
“There it is,” Cecelia suddenly announced, her voice coming out a little bit breathless and filled with obvious awe. “The Capitol. It still takes my breath away every time I see it like this.”
The Capitol.
They’d arrived.
“Wow…” Una breathed from her seat beside him. “It’s so beautiful.”
“I’ll have to take your word on that,” Adya sighed, wiping his juice covered fingers on his still damp trousers in an attempt to get rid of the unwanted stickiness.
What was a little more dirt when he suspected that he already looking like he’d been dragged through a hedge…backwards?
“I’m sorry, I should have thought…” Una apologised quickly.
Adya suspected that she was probably blushing.
“It’s ok,” he reassured her honestly. “You can tell me about it if you want to. I think I’d like to know what it looks like so I can sort of picture it in my mind…”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
“Well…it’s…it’s so shiny…” Una answered eventually after a thoughtful pause.
“Shiny.”
That was the best she could come up with?
“Yeah,” Una chuckled nervously. “Everything about it is so shiny – the water surrounding it and the buildings…everything looks like it’s sparkling in the sunlight. And the buildings…some of them are so big! Bigger even than the factories back home…they look like they’re tall enough to touch the sky!”
“Wow…” Adya muttered, trying to picture the scene she was describing.
“Yeah, and – oh!” Una gasped, cutting herself off suddenly. “We’ve gone into some sort of tunnel. I can’t see anything any more.”
“That’s because we’re coming into the station,” Cecelia explained just as Adya felt the train begin to slower, the brakes making a strange sort of grating sound. “We’ll be getting off soon.”
Noise filtered in through the open windows of the carriage.
“I can hear people…” Adya murmured as his sensitive ears began to pick up the excited chatter of many people getting loud and loud as they got closer and closer. “Lot’s of people…”
“Me too – oh!” Una broke of with a stunned gasped, her hand moving to grasp hold of his tightly. “That…that would explain it…”
“What?” Adya asked with a frown. “What explains it?”
“There…there are so many people…” Una whimpered.
Adya reached out to take her hand in his, offering her some silent comfort.
“Don’t worry, they wont be here for you,” their publicist snapped coldly as he returned to the compartment. “They’ll be here to see the obvious favourites – the Career Tributes and that volunteer from District Twelve.”
“Hixas…” Cecelia grumbled loudly in obvious disapproval.
So that was his name – Hixas.
“What? It’s the truth and you know it, Cecelia,” Hixas snapped. “They’ll want to see the ones who actually stand a chance of winning, unlike these two…”
“Hixas!”
Wow.
Nothing like a vote of no confidence to start the day.
Poor Una.
He should be encouraging her or…or reassuring her…
Sure, he was a lost cause…an easy kill but she still stood a chance…
Didn’t she?
“Come on, we need to get them to their prep teams,” Hixas continued calmly. “The sooner they get to work on them the better. Especially the boy. It’ll be a struggle to get him looking halfway decent in time for the Tribute Parade.”
“Can I hit him?” Una asked softly, her teeth gritted as she held herself back.
“Wait until you’ve learned to do the most damage,” Adya advised with a rather wicked chuckle. “Then strike when he’s least expecting it. He deserves a broken nose at the very least. That’s what I’d do if I could.”
“Good plan,” Una agreed, her voice grim with determination. “I’ll make sure to hit him twice – once for what he’s said about me and once, hopefully the harder more damaging, for what he’s said about you.”
“Thanks.”
“Hurry up you two! The more time your prep teams have to work, the better!” Hixas snapped loudly from the other side of the compartment.
“Just wait until the opportune moment…” Adya mumbled, squeezing Una’s trembling hand tightly. “It’ll come. We just have to wait.”
“Yeah…”
And so reluctantly the two tributes followed Hixas out of the compartment and onto the unbelievably busy station.

A/N Sorry for the delay in posting this chapter but things have been going really badly at work meaning lots of overtime – our ceilings leaking all over our shop floor. Joy. (Please note that I am being sarcastic.)
A/N 2 I’ll try and update ASAP but I’m going away to take part in a parade with my cadets until next Wednesday and I don’t want to risk my laptop getting stolen or damaged so I am being reduced to notepads.
A/N 3 Comment and suggestions are welcome. : )
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