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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 Three

           Taking a deep breath he drew back the impossibly tight string of the bow, his hands shaking from the effort and aimed…well…he couldn’t really aim anywhere other than forwards and hope for the best.

           This was so not a good idea…

           He and Una had arrived together for their second day of training and had immediately been told to split up by one of the trainers, a young woman whose voice was so sharp that it had actually made his ears hurt.

           “You don’t want to be co-dependant in the Arena.”

           Una had apologised softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before disappearing into the general noise of the Training Room.

           Soon after that one of the more “helpful” trainers had taken pity on the young Tribute standing alone in the middle of the room and had all but dragged him over to have a go at archery.

           “You know, you won’t have this long to aim at your target in the Arena,” the trainer pointed out from his left. “It would leave you far too exposed.”

           Aim?

           Who said anything about aiming?

           Biting his lip so hard he actually tasted blood he drew the bow string back until the knuckles of his hand brushed against the skin of his cheek, paused for a second like he had been instructed to and then let it go.

           He was surprised when, after the tell-tale whooshing sound of a moving arrow there was a thud as it struck…well…something.

           “Hey! Aim at your own target!”

           The sharp voice of one of the female Careers came from the same direction as the trainers had so Adya could only assume that she too was being instructed on how to use a bow and arrow properly.

           “Sorry…I thought I was…”

           Five complete misses later and Adya politely asked to be excused.

           Unfortunately for him as he was leaving the archery station he literally bumped into one of the trainers from the armed combat station.

           “Have you ever used a sword before, boy?”

           “Um…no…”

           “Have you ever used a knife before?”

           “Um…as a weapon?”

           “Well…yes, of course as a weapon.”

           “Ah…then no.”

           “Then you’ve got a lot to learn.”

           The hilt of a sword was pressed into his hand, the force of the movement causing his hand to automatically tighten around the unfamiliar object before dropping down to his side.

           Wow.

           That was a lot heavier than he had expected it to be.

           “Now if I were to come at you like this how would you defend yourself?”

           Oh…

           Not good…

           “Don’t jut stand there like a gibbering idiot!”

           His body moved automatically, bringing the sword up so that he held it directly in front of his chest with the sharp point aimed at the sky.

           A shocked cry leapt from his throat as his sword was knocked out of his hand by a powerful blow, the clash of the two pieces of metal singing loudly in his ears.

           Ow…

           “Pick it up.”

           The trainer’s voice was calm, obviously used to dealing with untrained idiots.

           All of a sudden Adya found himself doubting his ability to hide his lack of sight until the “opportune moment”…

           “I said pick it up!”

           “I…”

           Desperately he tried to think of an excuse that would save his secret whilst also excusing him from this particular training session.

           Wait…

           “I can’t.”

           “What did you say?”

           “I said I can’t!”

           Now either he was a much better actor than he thought or, as was more likely to be the case, the pain that he was trying to display was in fact real.

           “It feels like…like…I think my wrist is broken…”

           Adya heard the trainer sigh angrily; calling out for an Avox to take him to the medics to get his wrist looked at, muttering under his breath about how sick he was of melodramatic teenagers.

           By some stroke of luck he was with the medic until lunch was announced (“There’s nothing wrong with your wrist.” “But it hurts…” “It’ll hurt worse in the Arena.”) and so was spared from further humiliation for a little while longer.

           “Hey,” Una mumbled softly as she arrived at his side. “You ok?”

           “I’ll live…for now anyway…”

           They ate their lunch in silence, sitting so close together that their thighs were pressed together. Adya found the simple touch to be oddly comforting and was reluctant to move away even when they were ordered to gather around for the next compulsory training session.

           “So…what particular torture device do I get to fall off of today?”

           Una chuckled softly, sounding as though she hadn’t meant to just as the first Tribute in the long line began stepped up to…

           “It looks like it’s an obstacle course made of…ropes…”

           “Ropes?” Adya repeated softly.

           “Yeah…the first bit of the course is a rope ladder that…whoa…apparently isn’t connected as securely as I thought…”

           “Great…” Adya muttered sarcastically. “So I’ve got two options today – break my neck falling off or hang myself. Oh, the agony of choice…”

           This time it was Una that was to tackle the obstacle, Adya standing close behind her in the long line with his hand resting on her shoulder so that he could follow her as the line moved forwards.

           “There’s a rope ladder no more than five steps from the front of the line,” she told him suddenly, reaching up to squeeze his hand gently. “Um…it’s wider at the bottom of the ladder than it is at the top…”

           “I wouldn’t bother describing the rest of the course, Una…” Adya stopped her before she could continue. “I very much doubt that I’ll get any further than the ladder…actually thinking about it I might not even make it onto the ladder…”

           Unfortunately it turned out that he was right.

           After listening to many of his fellow Tributes struggle with the course, most of them falling onto the tough mats covering the floor it was suddenly Una’s turn.

           Una took her time to complete the course, ignoring the cruel jibes that sounded out whenever she paused to think when others had rushed ahead.

           Perhaps this was why her feet came gently to rest on the floor when so many of the others had fallen with a startled cry and loud crash.

           Just like Adya predicted he would.

           Quickly.

           “All right, boy, up you go.”

           “…any chance I could just give this course a miss?” Adya asked hopefully.

           Skipping the course would undoubtedly drop him down even further in everyone’s opinion but it might just save his neck.

           “No.”

           “But…”

           “Does compulsory mean something different in District 8?”

           “No…I just…”

           “Get on the rope ladder – now.”

           The sniggering that followed the terse order was starting to sound somewhat familiar, to the point where Adya could now pick out each individual voice.

           There was the girl with the harsh voice whose laughter was sharp and fast.

           Then there was the deep male who chuckled low and dangerously.

           The other male voice in the group was slightly higher and his laugh only ever lasted a couple of seconds, as if even laughing at something was a waste of his time.

           And the last voice was the other girl who forced her voice to be soft and light, causing her laughter to sound completely fake.

           Sighing deeply he stepped forwards slowly…waiting…waiting…waiting…

           …for that to happen!

           Another burst of cruel laughter filled the air as his foot got caught on the bottom rung of the rope ladder and sent his body tumbling forwards uncontrollably.

           Clinging to the coarse ropes tightly he waited for the ladder now supporting his entire body weight to stop swinging from side to side.

           “How pathetic…”

           Huh, he thought softly, that definitely hadn’t been one of the careers…

           Pausing for a moment to calm his mind and focus his other senses he carefully placed one foot on the next rung on the ladder…

           “Whoa…”

           Una hadn’t been kidding, he realised, when the whole thing moved beneath him as he redistributed his weight on the flimsy feeling ropes. There was no way this ladder was properly secured…

           A harsh laugh came from somewhere behind him.

           “He’s got his eyes closed!”

           Huh?

           Oh…yeah…he realised in surprise…in spite of the fact that he couldn’t actually see anything at all he had automatically clenched his eyes tightly shut as soon as the ladder had moved beneath him.

           “You’re not afraid of heights are you?”

           Ignoring the even louder burst of cruel laughter that came from the Career Tributes (and some of the trainers if the deeper voices were anything to go by) he carefully began to ascend the constantly moving ladder.

           “Not good…not good…not good…not good…”

           Every tiny movement that he made during his slow ascent caused the ropes to move beneath his hands and feet…bending…stretching…swinging…

           “Come on! Even my grandmother could climb faster than you!”

           Somehow…he genuinely didn’t know how…it wasn’t until he’d managed to climb a further six rungs on the ladder that disaster finally struck…

           He had just lifted his foot to tackle another rung of the rope ladder when the whole thing swung suddenly to one side, flipping itself over unpredictably, causing him to cry out loudly as he clung on for all he was worth.

           How high up was he?

           How much was it going to hurt when he…?

           “Ah!”

           …fell.

           It was even worth than falling off of the climbing frame yesterday, the feeling of falling through the black nothingness with the knowledge that pretty soon he was going to come into contact with the hard floor…

           “Ugh…!”

           Unlike his last fall where he’d landed on his feet, jarring both his ankles and knees, this time he landed on his hip with a loud thud…and that really hurt!

           “Ow…ugh…ow…”

           Rough hands grabbed him under his arms and hauled him up to his feet, causing him to cry out once more as he was shoved forwards against his will.

           He stumbled a few paces forwards, hurriedly bringing up his hands because he knew…he didn’t know how he knew but he just knew that the trainer would have used the opportunity to push towards something rather than away…

           Clang!

           Clang!

           Clang!

           Clang!

           Apparently the stand that he’d just accidentally stumbled into had been holding a variety of weapons…weapons which were now coving the floor…

           Someone sniggered loudly as he pulled himself upright in an attempt to stop his bodies momentum so that he wouldn’t crash into anything else before he could get his bearings once more.

           “What an idiot…”

           “I swear he must be the clumsiest person I’ve ever seen…”

           “He’ll probably end up accidentally killing himself…”

           Once again the hurried footsteps warned him of his friend’s arrival, allowing him to turn on the spot to greet her as she all but threw herself into his arms.

           “Adya!” she cried out softly, holding him tight. “Are you ok?”

           He chuckled softly, one hand rubbing at his rather painful hip while the other pressed against her back keeping her close to him for a little while longer.

           “…define ok?”

           Once again he was forced to rely upon Una’s strength to move him away from the ropes course/torture device, holding onto her tightly as she led him over to one of the benches and eased him gently down onto it.

           “Better?”

           He nodded, his hand rubbing at his now aching hip.

           Well…at least the pain was lessening…

           That was a good sign…right?

           “So…how badly did I do compared to everyone else?” he asked lightly.

           “Actually…you kinda did better than some of the others…”

           “You’re kidding, right?”

           “No,” Una replied quickly, laughing softly. “A couple of the others barely made it off the ground before they lost their balance. You actually made it almost to top of the ladder…”

           “Really?” he asked in surprise. “Huh…I guess miracles do happen…”

           “However in terms of falls…”

           “Right, here we go…” he muttered with a grin. “How bad was it?”

           Una paused for a moment before answering with a giggle,

           “Yours was by far the most spectacular fall of the day.”

           He chuckled deeply, turning his head to smile broadly at her as he asked,

           “…do you think I’ll get points for that?”

A/N Wow! Took me forever to get this chapter finished but finally managed it on a day off from work when I should have been learning my lines for a play I’m in tonight but instead decided to watch Hunger Games and write fanfiction. LOL! Therefore if I forget my lyrics in my solo it’s all your fault! LOL! Comments/Suggestions always welcome! X
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