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The Fitter	By : sawahhaych Category: G through L > The Hunger Games Trilogy Views: 2388 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The first morning of training starts after I have eaten my weight in food. I feel sluggish but oddly content, this is also the first morning since the 'incident' that I have been allowed around Robin, Pike and Miss Sapphire.
“Make sure to check out all the areas and take note of them all, this might give you a clue as to what sort of environment the games will be in.” Sapphire smiles at Robin.
I said I was allowed around them, not that they acknowledge my existence. Robin leads the way into the huge hall where training will start, most of the other tributes are already here. I am left alone as Robin marches off to the hand to hand combat section.
Since I wont be around long enough to need any of this stuff I linger in the middle of the room, I will have to go to some of the training areas just to keep my sanity, we will be locked in this room for 8 hours a day for 10 days.
Glancing around once more I find a few empty training areas, I make my way towards the nearest one, camouflage, seems pretty useless but what the hell?
“Hi” I say as I near the trainer waving slightly at him, trying to gauge if I am going to be well received or if absolutely every one involved in the games are huge fit-a-phobes.
“Well hello there Hazel. Welcome to Camouflage training.” He smiles back at me. “How much do you know on the subject?” I guess not, pleasant surprise is good, makes for a change, I guess not everyone is prejudice. I smile at my thought, I know exactly what my father would say right now. 'Stop being do damn negative Petal, not everyone is out to get you.'
Looking at the apparatus set out I shake my head a little. “I don’t really know anything about it, just common sense stuff like that...” I say pointing to a neon orange backpack. “... is probably not gonna fit in anywhere.”
The trainer answers with a smile before telling me all about the advantages of his art. I get lost in his instruction whilst using mud, twigs and moss to make the bag less noticeable against a backdrop of a forest. I enjoy the task, getting dirty for the first time since coming to the capitol, don’t get me wrong it is nice but everything is so clean that its almost clinical and really off putting, like you shouldn’t do or touch anything in case you spoil it.
The first day passes quickly, having visited the camouflage and edible plants sections, I have a feeling the others wont be as fun, maybe it is just because the trainers didn't treat me any differently than the other tributes but I have a feeling I have had it way too easy for a whole day.
I have also successfully managed to ignore the voice in my head which has been screaming at me to look for the girl in the crowd, I haven’t seen her all day, being focused helped. As I make my way out of the room and up to my suite at the top of the building I cant help the sweep my eyes perform.
It is probably a blessing that I don’t see her.
The rest of the week passes surprisingly without incident, the other tributes all ignore me and give me a wide birth, aside from a few nasty comments thrown my way from across the room. I guess they all know about my 'condition'. The trainers are still nice and comfortable in my presence, I still haven’t caught more than a fleeting glimpse of the girl.
On the seventh day I wake as the sun rises, panting, aching and sweaty from a fit. This is the first one I have had since the reaping and it has been a long time coming, I count the days mentally, it has been twelve days since the last fit, an unprecedented amount of time for me, they usually come every four or five days, the most I have gone in between, before now is six days.
I smile at myself in the mirror, maybe the lack of stress I have been feeling since my decision is the reason for the prolonged period of being well. I guess it could be many things, sleeping well, eating well, less stress. I don’t know what it is but it is nice to spend my final weeks on earth as fit free as possible.
Later I am standing tying knots when small footsteps sound behind me. “Hi, I'm Cassie” I turn towards the sound of the small voice, it is her. I don’t respond to her straight away so she carries on. “You're Hazel from district twelve” she states matter of factly. I nod. Cassie touches her face tentatively, “Have I got something on my face?” She asks seriously, swiping furiously at her mouth.
I shake my head to clear my thoughts. “No, Sorry. Yeah I’m Hazel. You're district three right?”
Cassie smiles at me and nods. “Yeah, listen I heard that Wire gave you a hard time yesterday, I just wanted to say ignore him, he's a dick.”
My eyes widen and I cant help the snort of laughter that escapes me hearing such a sweet young girl swear.
“Well he is!” She pouts before grabbing a piece of rope and going to work on it.
“I don’t doubt it.” I reply knotting my own rope.
“I have seen the way they are with you, they're all just asses.” I am starting to think that Cassie's vocabulary is full of cusses and vulgarities. “They're mean to me too, call me midget. The boy from one says he is going to crush me under his foot like the annoying little bug I am, apparently.”
And so it continues, Cassie tells me about the other tributes, things they have said and done, their tactics that she has been able to deduce. This girl may look like my Willow but she sure as hell doesn’t speak like her. “FUCK!” I turn to look at Cassie to see what she has done, there is a small gash in her finger and it is pouring blood.
I take a good ten steps back before talking to her. “You Okay?” I ask, the trainer is looking after her, putting disinfectant on her before wrapping her finger in a bandage.
“Yeah...” The trainer pulls the bandage tight. “Mother... F...”
I wait for Cassie's wound to be treated, she then walks towards me. “Why are you over here? It was my blood not yours.”
I shrug. “I don’t like blood all that much.” I answer eyeing her bandaged finger.
“You are such a girl.” She retorts before flouncing off to archery.
This is how it starts, a new friendship made, the doubt creeps into my thoughts late at night. Am I doing the right thing? Should I have stayed at home and enjoyed the rest of my life with my parents? The answer is still no, I remember the look on their faces when we found out I was positive and again the look after my first fit. Utter devastation that they would be loosing me too. I cant bear to see that look again from them.
But what of how I will die? I had planned to just blow myself up by stepping off my plate before the cannon, it would be quick and painless. Now I wonder if I should try for more, Cassie may not be much like my sister in personality but I still feel a strong need to protect her. Should I carry on into the games? Team up with her? Try to help her survive as long as possible? I have no illusions that either of us could win, the careers this year as Cassie has pointed out are all Seventeen or Eighteen, most of the other tributes at least sixteen except Cassie and the boy from nine. Both Cassie and myself are tiny compared to the others, the boy from one could probably crush us underfoot without much effort as he threatened.
“Hazel.” Cassie practically shouts at me as she waves her hand in front of my face. “You zoned out again.”
“Sorry Cass, Just thinking.”
Cassie spins so she is standing in front of me. “About what exactly?” She raises her eyebrows at me. “From the look on your face I would say its...” She makes a noise indicative of thinking whilst studying me from all angles. “...Either worrying about how to survive in the arena or...” she pauses again to study me. “...how much you want to jump Muscle Man's bones.”
I snort at her antics. Muscle Man is the apt nickname she gave the boy from seven, the lumbar district. He is Eighteen and massive, huge arms and those weird muscles at the back of his shoulders that make it look like he has no neck. Muscle Man is currently displaying his strength in all its glory lifting weights off to our right.
I look to Muscle Man, ensuring Cassie sees me do it. I visibly swoon holding the back of my hand to my forehead. “Oh Cass, he is such a perfect specimen of the male species. You just don’t understand our love.”
Cassie's eyebrows hitch up higher on her forehead than I have ever seen before, the giggles she was holding in break free after a beat.
It takes ten minutes for me and Cassie to calm down, our laughs egging each other on, finally we have it under control, my ribs hurt from laughing so hard. “You are a cock.” Cassie comments to me as she wipes the tears from her eyes.
Cassie's breathing comes under control as I look around the room, checking to see if anyone is watching us. “Do you have a plan?” I ask.
Cassie shakes her head at me. “Not really, run and hide mostly.”
“Has your mentor not given you anything?”
Cassie gives me a look which seems to scream 'are you special in the head?'. “No, they don’t like my chances, they are pinning all the attention and help onto Wire, he has a better chance than me, no point wasting time I guess.” The comment comes off as mostly flippant but I can hear an edge of hurt in her voice which tells me otherwise.
I decide to go for the common ground approach. “My mentors don’t even like to be in the same room as me if they can help it. Maybe we should stick together, work something out between ourselves?”
Cassie nods gently, scanning the room as I have been doing to see if we are being watched. “Sounds like a plan to me. You watch my back and I watch yours right?”
I nod at her and we exchange a smile just before the bell sounds signalling it is the end of training for another day.
Cassie thinks she will get to protect me, this isn't about me but if it makes her feel better then I will let her think we are a partnership. I will protect this girl who has accepted me in all my fit positive glory. I won't win and hell, I’m almost certain she wont either, but I may be able to make her last longer, help her avoid the others, maybe I can take a few of them out myself so she doesn’t have to. For all her tough cussing bravado Cassie has confessed to me that she doesn’t know if she will be able to kill anyone, she says it is wrong and just because she is being put in the games doesn’t mean she can just think its okay to do, these tributes whilst mostly mean to her are still human beings.
I see it differently, call it my negative attitude, or just that I’m a Bitch but the rest of the 'human beings' in this room will not hesitate to kill any of us, the sweet looking, foul mouthed little girl wont be left to live, she will be hunted by them as much as they will hunt the rest of the tributes.
I guess it is time to start paying attention to the others and work out a game plan.
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