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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 Four
            It was the slight change in the air pressure that warned him to dodge sharply to the left, his body automatically responding to that horrible feeling of ‘there’s something about to touch my face and I won’t like it!’
            “Good!”
            Wait…had he just received praise?
            From one of the trainers?
            Huh…looked like miracles did happen after all…
            He heard the trainer settle back into his “fighting stance”, his breathing calming down almost immediately…but Adya could still hear it…
            He could hear everything…
            A slight grunt…
            A rustle of fabric…
            Once again his body reacted automatically to remove him from the path of the trainers powerful kick…which caused him to stumble uncontrollably when no contact was made, cursing loudly.
            “So the not so useless after all…”
            Adya frowned.
            It sounded like the new voice had come from quite some distance away…
            “Well you can certainly dodge quick enough but how about this time you try to fight back?” the trainer suggested as he took his position once more.
            Ok, Adya thought to himself, challenge accepted.
            Blocking out all the other sounds from the room he focused his remaining senses on the trainer moving in front of him…
            Once again he dodged the fist aiming for his face only this time he brought his own clenched fist up and struck out at what he thought was the trainers chest…
            “Ugh!”
            “…ow…” Adya whimpered in surprise, clutching his hand to his chest as it throbbed painfully in time with his heartbeat.
            Apparently punching someone with a closed fist hurt.
            Go figure.
            “Ha! He got you good!”
            “Shut up!”
            Wow…the trainer sounded like he was actually in pain…
            “Good choice, going for the heart,” the other voice murmured. “It’ll wind your opponents good and proper as long as you put enough force behind it. You’re obviously stronger than you look, boy.”
            “Er…thanks?”
            The trainer he was fighting moved suddenly, his feet squeaking against the mat as he literally launched himself towards Adya…
            …who stepped to the side just as he felt the mans fingertips graze his arm.
            “Fuck!”
            The trainer struck the mat with a loud thus and for the first time since training began the laughter that followed wasn’t aimed at Adya.
            That was…different…
            “Shut up! All of you!”
            Uh-oh.
            Apparently the trainer didn’t like being laughed at…
            This time he only just heard the movement in time to dodge the punch this time around, stumbling back unsteadily as the trainer struck out again and again.
            Not good…
            He gasped loudly as his feet got tangled together, sending him tumbling down onto the mat with a painful crash.
            Ow!
            And still the heavy footsteps advanced towards him…
            Great…
            Holding himself perfectly still until the trainer was almost on top of him he lashed out with his feet, aiming for the spot where the last footsteps had landed…
            CRACK!!!
            “Ah! Fuck!”
            This time the trainers scream was one of genuine pain as his body fell forwards, leaving Adya with no choice but to literally roll out of the way.
            “Shit!”
            One of the other trainers hurried onto the mat, crouching down by the man currently cursing Adya to burn in hell…loudly…
            “Crixus! Hold still! You’ve got a fucking bone coming out of your shin!”
            He had?
            Oh…whoops…
            Adya was startled when suddenly, above the noise of the wounded trainer, he heard someone begin to clap slowly.
            …someone was applauding him?
            “Not bad…” the far away voice from earlier murmured. “Looks like we might get a bit of a show out of him after all…”
            “All right, boy, you can get down now,” a different trainer ordered calmly.
            Slowly Adya obeyed, rising to his feet before carefully stepping off of the mat.
            “Adya! That was amazing!” Una cried out as she flung herself into his arms, discretely leading him away from the group.
            “Thanks…”
            “You broke his leg!” she giggled softly, pushing him down onto one of the benches gently before dropping down beside him. “How did you do that? I mean…”
            “Just because I can’t see doesn’t mean I can’t hear…”
            Una was called back rudely by one of the trainers to complete her turn, leaving Adya alone on the bench until the compulsory session was over and the Tributes were ordered to return to individual training until lunch.
            Joy.
            Adya’s reputation of being completely useless was fully re-instated by the time they were gathered their final compulsory session after lunch.
            “Oh no…”
            “Una? Un, what do you mean oh no?”
            “It’s…”
            “This particular exercise in known as The Gauntlet,” the Head Trainers voice cut across all the other voices in the room, instantly demanding silence as she continued to speak. “As you can see it is bases upon a traditional obstacle course.”
            “Ah…that’s what you meant.”
            An obstacle course…
            Yeah…he was screwed…
            “But as you can see we have made a few modifications…”
            Someone whimpered.
            “Modifications?” Adya asked softly.
            “Um…well it’s made up of platforms that I think you have to jump from one to the other but…but there are trainers spread out throughout the course,” Una explained softly so that no one else could hear her. “They’re all armed with slightly padded bars…I think…I think they’re going to try and hit us as we run the course…”
            “Oh joy…” he muttered sarcastically.
            “Oh, um…your “friend” with the broken leg is manning the first platform…”
            “Even better…”
            When the Tributes were ordered to form a line from the start line of the course Una and Adya somehow ended up right at the back…
            Great…
            Now he had the time that it would take the twenty-three other Tributes to complete the course to figure out a valid excuse to get out of having to complete it.
            If only things were that easy…
            All too soon it was Una’s turn to complete the course, leaving him alone as she tried (and failed) to complete the course without being hit…
            “All right, boy,” the Head Trainer ordered once Una had managed to make it all the way round The Gauntlet. “Off you go.”
            “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this…”
            Ah, there was the trainer with the broken leg…
            “Well I’m glad one of us will…” Adya muttered in response, wishing he’d managed to think something up to get him out of completing this course because this was going to be painful…painful and humiliating…
            Not to mention that the chance of his secret still being intact by the end of the course was very small indeed…
            “Well here goes nothing…”
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            “Ow…ow…ow…”
            Feeling more than a little dazed and confused (why was he lying on the floor all of a sudden?) he tried to pull himself up into a sitting position.
            “No! Adya, don’t move – you hit your head when you were knocked off,” Una explained quickly, her gentle hands forcing him to lie back down. “You’ve been unconscious for nearly five minutes! They were just about to call in the medics!”
            Calling in the medics was something that hardly ever happened during the training period for the Games, the Capitol believing that if a Tribute was careless enough to get themselves injured before entering the Arena then they would just have to live with it…
            …or not, as the case may be.
            “Do I still have to complete the rest of the course?” he eventually asked with a wince, pressing the balls of his hands into his aching eyes…
            Ugh…his head…
            “No, Mr Kaminski, you failed this compulsory session and training is now over for the day,” the Head Trainers stern voice made him jump a mile…which of course made his head hurt even more…
            “Ow…”
            “I would advise a good night’s sleep before your individual session tomorrow,” the Head Trainer concluded before walking away from the two Tributes.
            “…you ok?”
            Una’s voice was soft and gentle which was good because his head was really…really starting to hurt….seriously…OW!
            “M’head hurts…”
            “It was the one from the hand-to-hand,” she told him. “He waited for you to get on the first obstacle and then aimed for your head!”
            “That explains the headache…”
            “Well…like I said you also cracked your head on the floor when you fell off…” Una explained, her voice shaking terribly. “I thought…I thought you were…”
            “I’ll be fine…”
            Until the Games at least…
            Once the Games began and they were in the Arena…
            Well…none of them would be “fine” then…
            Would they?
A/N I tried not to write this chapter…really I did! I’ve been desperately trying to finish my next chapter of OLAL4…but this wouldn’t leave me alone! Again! Well, hopefully now that it’s out of my system I can get back to my plan and not get lynched for my lack of updates. LOL! Comments and suggestions welcome.
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