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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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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

The Capitol, Day Two

           “In two weeks, twenty three of you will be dead.”

           Adya kept his expression as empty as possible, trying to appear as if the blunt words from the head trainer hadn’t sent a shiver of fear down his spine.

           “One of you will be alive. Who that is depends on how well you pay attention over the next four days. Particularly what I’m about to say.

           “First; no fighting with the other Tributes – you’ll have plenty of time for that in the Arena,” the woman sounded like she was almost trying to reassure them.

           Someone chuckled darkly.

           Adya guessed that it was one of the Careers – they were the only people he could imagine would be excited about the prospect of fighting in the Arena.

           “There are four compulsory exercises; the rest will be individual training.

           “My advice is don’t ignore the survival skills. Everybody wants to grab a sword but most of you will die from natural causes – ten percent from infection, twenty percent from dehydration.

           “Exposure can kill as easily as a knife.”

           Once the head trainer had finished giving her “welcome speech” the Tributes were instructed to split up and to begin with their individual training.

           Standing perfectly still Adya listened as the other Tributes moved away from him, heading towards the different stations that were obviously spread out around the large room, their footsteps once again echoing loudly in his ears.

           What was it with these people and ridiculously large rooms?

           CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

           Adya flinched as the sounds of metal meeting metal rang out loudly, his head automatically jerking towards the source of the sound.

           Someone laughed loudly, a laugh filled with cockiness and confidence.

           “Is that the best you’ve got?” the voice demanded haughtily.

           Ah.

           Obviously that voice belonged to one of the Career Tributes.

           He sounded…horrible.

           “So…what do you fancy learning about first?” Una asked from beside him.

           “Una, darling, the choice is entirely yours,” he answered her as brightly as possible, turning away from the sounds of fighting so that he was facing her. “After all, of the two of us you’re the one more likely to need this sort of knowledge.”

           “Right…” Una sighed softly. “Um…well…how do you fancy learning about edible plants and berries? No ones gone to that station yet…”

           “Oh, it sounds absolutely thrilling!”

           His poor imitation of the posh Capitol accent had Una laughing brightly as she slipped her arm through his and lead the way over to the station, quietly naming each of the obstacles as she led him around them.

           They weren’t laughing for long.

           Unfortunately for the two of them the trainer manning the edible plants and berries station had the most monotonous voice either of them had ever heard, making it extremely difficult for them to pay attention to what he was saying.

           Adya yawned, his jaw clicking loudly as he covered his mouth with his fist.

           “Is something boring you, boy?”

           Despite his apparent annoyance the trainer’s voice still managed to remain completely and utterly even.

           “No…” Adya mumbled, trying not to laugh. “Sorry…”

           They visited a station about healing minor wounds next but unfortunately for Adya this station was intended to be much more “hands on” than he could handle.

           “Um…I’d just to watch, if that’s alright…” he claimed softly, biting his lip as he silently willed the trainer to accept his request and not force him to participate.

           “Fine.”

           This trainers voice was gruff, his words clipped and tight.

           “Doesn’t matter to me, it’s your life you could be learning to save. Not mine.”

           What followed was a very in-depth session about treating the various wounds they could and probably would receive whilst in the Arena;

           Broken bones…shallow cuts…deep cuts…loss of limbs…burns…animal bites…

           Using Adya as her “willing” test dummy Una was able to try her hand at washing and bandaging his imaginary wounds, not to mention creating splints out of nothing more than a ripped up t-shirt and some tree branches.

           “Not bad, girl,” the gruff trainer murmured as he pulled at the bandages covering most of Adya’s body, obviously inspecting them and checking them against the examples he’d shown her. “Not that it matter much. Everything you’ve just learned will only help you so much once you’re inside the Arena. The best chance you have for survival is to get of sponsors on your side.”

           “I’ll…I’ll keep that in mind…”

           Unfortunately lunch turned out to be a completely tasteless affair thanks to the limitless array of “health food” and “energy drinks” designed by the Capitol to keep the Tributes going through their long hours of training.

           “This stuff is…it’s…ugh…” her heard one of the other Tributes mutter under their breath, obviously more than a little disappointed with food they had been given. “High energy, low taste…”

           Adya ate his own meal with little complaint.

           He’d eaten worse.

           “Tributes! Gather round!”

           Adya sighed deeply.

           He’d been hoping for a bit more of a break…

           Una’s gentle hands encouraged him to get up from his reasonably comfortable spot on the floor and together they moved across the large room until they could join the crowd of Tributes that had gathered around the Head Trainer.

           Adya got the feeling that they were the last to arrive.

           “Now that you’ve all eaten and had a suitable break from your training it is time for your first compulsory group session.”

           “Joy…”

           Una, quite wisely, waited until the rest of the group had already set off for whatever this compulsory group session was before stepping off herself, therefore ensuring that Adya didn’t have people jostling him as he walked.

           Adya was impressed.

           Not many people would have adjusted to caring for a cripple so well.

           “Uh oh…”

           “Uh oh?” Adya asked worriedly. “Una? What do you mean, uh oh?”

           “It’s the–”

           “Each of you will be expected to make it across the hanging bars smoothly and securely. You will be scored on your performance and the time it takes you.”

           “…hanging bars?” Adya asked softly.

           “Yeah…hanging bars…”

           “Well…might as well give up now…”

           As the first of the Tributes stepped up to complete the task the others were ushered to form a long line, Una and Adya somehow ending up right in the middle.

           “So…hanging bars…help?”

           Una chuckled softly from her place behind him.

           Her hands moved to rest lightly on his hips as she leant out of the line to observe the Tribute currently swinging their way across the course, grunting with loudly from the exertion.

           “Um…well, you have climb up a ladder to get to the hanging bars,” Una explained, her voice as soft as possible so as not to draw attention to their unusual conversation. “There are…um…one, two, three, four, five, six rungs in the ladder.”

           “Is the sixth the top one?” Adya asked, trying desperately to picture it in his mind, drawing on the old climbing frame he’d played on as a child before loosing his sight. “Or is there six and then the one you sand on?”

           “No, the sixth is the last one,” Una answered.

           “What about the actual bars?”

           “Come on, Cato!” an unfamiliar Tribute suddenly shouted from in front of him, cheering on the Tribute that was currently completing the obstacle. “Yes!”

           “That was quick…” Una whimpered softly. “Really quick…”

           “…good for him,” Adya muttered. “So, the hanging bars?”

           “Um…they’re…well, you should be able to find the first one if you move your hands up the poles of the ladders. Then after that there are…um…one, two, three…six, seven, eight…thirteen, fourteen…nineteen, twenty bars.”

           “I’ll be lucky if I make it three.”

           Listening to the other Tributes completing the obstacle was all but torture.

           They made it sound so easy!

           No one had had any real trouble as of yet and only a couple of them had been penalised for being too slow…but then it was his turn.

           “Right…here goes nothing…” he muttered.

           “Five paces, straight ahead,” Una whispered quickly in his ear.

           “Thanks.”

           Letting out a deep breath he forced himself to act calmer than he felt as he slowly took five steps forwards before reaching out with his hands.

           “Oh!”

           He yelped in surprise as his hands actually came into contact with the poles of the ladders…he’d been so sure that he was going to make a fool of himself by missing the climbing frame entirely.

           “Come on, boy, we haven’t got all day!”

           The sharp voice spurred him into action, his hands tightening around the poles as he slowly lifted his booted foot up, biting his lip as it seemed to take an age before the top of his foot found the first rung.

           Ok…

           Come on, Adya, you can do this…

           Moving his foot out and over the rung he pulled himself up and put his weight on it before he could chicken out entirely.

           He had to at least try to do this!

           “One…two…three…four…five…six…” he breath softly to himself as he slowly climbed the ladder, his hands shaking as if her were freezing to death.

           “Could he move any slower?” he heard someone snort.

           “Looks like he’s afraid of heights!” a girl giggled harshly.

           “What a wimp!”

           The iron taste of blood filled his mouth as he bit his lip, trying to ignore the hurtful comments as he moved his hands up the poles until he found the first bar.

           Letting go with one hand was far more terrifying than it should have been considering that he was just standing on a climbing frame. It wasn’t even that high, he knew that for a fact because he’d just climbed the ladder and yet it was truly and utterly terrifying for him to reach out in search of the second bar.

           “You know, you might move faster if you actually looked at the bars.”

           “I ca–”

           Adya cut himself off, clenching his jaw shut to control his temper which was flaring up and would have caused him to reveal his secret too early.

           He felt his face heating up as he heard numerous voices, most likely the Career Tributes, raised in cruel laughter at his expense.

           Tilting his head up so as to give the appearance of looking at the bars he tightened his grip on the first bar and reached out for the second one once more, sighing with relief as his hand finally made contact.

           Now cam the difficult bit…

           Holding on tight to both bars he pulled his feet up and off of the ladder…

           That felt…not good…

           His palms were getting sweaty and he’d only just started.

           Seriously not good…

           Letting go of the first bar and swinging his arm into the empty air felt even worse, especially when it took a good few tries before his hand finally landed on the third bar and he was able to grab hold of it.

           He was panting shakily as he reached out for the fourth bar…

           His arms were trembling when he reached out for the fifth…

           And then he couldn’t find the sixth bar.

           “What a looser…”

           Adya bit his lip even harder, ashamed to feel tears building up in his eyes.

           Where the hell was the sixth bar?

           His left hand was getting sweatier and sweatier as it continued to hold his full weight while his right hand searched desperately for the next bar, his grip getting looser and looser until it was only his fingertips holding on…

           Oh no…

           This was gonna hurt…

           He lost his grip.

           It felt like he was falling for eternity until his body crashed into the less than soft ground beneath the climbing frame, his shoulder taking the brunt of the impact with a rather loud crack.

           “Ugh!”

           “Adya!”

           Una’s soft hands were suddenly there, smoothing his sweaty hair back from his forehead and touching his injured shoulder gently.

           “Ow…” he moaned, tasting blood in his mouth once more.

           Pain lanced sharply from his bottom lip when he pressed his tongue against it, finding a set of deep indentations caused by his teeth.

           He’d nearly bitten through it entirely.

           “That wouldn’t have been good…” he muttered to himself.

           “Hurry up and get him out of the way, girl!”

           The sharp voice could only have come from one of the trainers and his order only made the other Tributes laugh harder, now at both of their expense.

           Adya pushed himself up with his good arm and leaned heavily on Una for support as she led him out of the way, guiding him over to a seat of some kind despite the fact that he must have been far too heavy for her.

           She was tougher than she looked…well, felt…

           “I have to go and do the course. Will you be all right?”

           Adya nodded.

           Reaching up he gingerly placed his hand on his shoulder, choking back a whimper of pain as the joint flared up almost violently.

           Oh…that didn’t feel good…

           He was working up the courage to attempt moving his shoulder when the conversations of the other Tributes reached his sensitive ears.

           “…what an idiot…”

           “…he’s worse than I am…”

           “…couldn’t even complete a set of hanging bars…”

           “…what a wimp…”

           Adya flinched, his eyes beginning to sting sharply once more.

           No.

           He wasn’t going to cry.

           That would just make things worse.

           He wasn’t going to cry…

           “…pathetic…”

A/N Oh, I’m so mean to poor Adya! I hate being so mean to him! Glad everyone seems to be enjoying the story so far. I’m hoping to get the DVD for my birthday (or rather get it with some birthday money as it comes out a couple of weeks later…so annoying…) which will hopefully help speed up my writing by giving me a huge injection of inspiration. LOL! Reviews are most definitely welcome!
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