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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 Five
            Stepping into the training room Adya moved slowly and carefully towards the raised voices of the Gamemakers. His heart was pounding against his ribs when he finally came to a halt, deciding that he was close enough.
            “Um…” his voice caught in his throat.
            Could he really do this?
            They’d discussed his “options” over breakfast and he’d pretended to listen to their advice whilst all the while planning the unpredictable move he was about to do.
            “So…you’ve probably noticed that I’m not exactly what you’d call an ideal Tribute…” he began softly, listening as some of their conversations slowed. “I’m kind of clumsy and…well…not very good and somehow I don’t think anything that I can show you today will change that…”
            One of them hummed in agreement.
            “So instead I thought I would show you the one thing that I am good at…”
            Pausing to take a deep breath, relaxing his body he allowed himself to “slip into character” as he began to sing softly,

“I only want to say…

If there is a way…

Take this cup away from me…

For I don't want to taste its poison…

Feel it burn me…”
            Tilting his head up he pressed a hand against his aching heart, barely noticing the heavy silence that had descended around him.

“I have changed I'm not as sure…

As when we started…”
            Closing his eyes he lost himself in the words of the song, blocking out everything but the way the words of the song he had chosen made him feel.

“Then I was inspired…

Now I'm sad and tired…

Listen surely I've exceeded expectations…

Tried for three years…

Seems like thirty…

Could you ask as much,

From any other man?”
            Tilting his head up he focused his unseeing eyes in the direction of the deep breathing he could hear, hoping that his senses weren’t playing tricks on him and that he was now staring directly at the group of Gamemakers.

“But if I die…

See the saga through…

And do the things you ask of me…

Let them hate me, hit me, hurt me,

Nail me to their tree…”
            Throwing his arms wide he began to pace back and forth when the song began to speed up, being careful not to go too far so he wouldn’t get disorientated.

“I'd want to know,

I'd want to know my God…

I'd want to know,

I'd want to know my God…

I'd want to see,

I'd want to see my God…

I'd want to see,

I'd want to see my God…”
            Stopping abruptly he turned to face the Gamemakers once more, clenching his fists at his sides as he demanded through song,

“Why I should die…

Would I be more noticed,

Than I ever was before?

Would the things I've said and done,

Matter any more?”
            This time when he began to pace back and forth his movements were more frantic, his voice beginning to sound both desperate and angry.
            Not a sound came from the Gamemakers watching his performance.

“I'd have to know,

I'd have to know my Lord…

I'd have to know,

I'd have to know my Lord…

I'd have to see,

I'd have to see my Lord…

I'd have to see,

I'd have to see my Lord…

If I die what will be my reward?

If I die what will be my reward?

I'd have to know,

I'd have to know my Lord…

I'd have to know,

I'd have to know my Lord!”
            Stopping suddenly he drew his body up as he launched into the first high note of the song, acting as though he were screaming it at their faces.

“Why should I die?

Oh, why should I die?

Can you show me now,

That I would not be killed in vain?

Show me just a little,

Of your omnipresent brain...

Show me there's a reason,

For your wanting me to die…

You're far too keen on where and how,

But not so hot on why…”
            Pausing he allowed himself to catch his breath, his body trembling for a moment before he was able to continue with the song as it rose higher and higher.

“Alright I'll die…

Just watch me die…

See how I die…

See how I die!”
            He could feel the sweat beginning to form on his brow as he struggled to hold the highest note for as long as he could, his body shaking even harder than before as he put everything he had into his performance.
            Someone gasped.
            His legs gave out on him at the same time that his voice did, sending him crashing down to his knees with a loud thud before he could continue with the rest of the song, his voice choked with genuine emotions as tears began to run freely down his cheeks as the pace of the song slowed once more.

“Then I was inspired…

Now I'm sad and tired…

After all I've tried for three years…

Seems like ninety…

Why then am I scared,

To finish what I started…

What you started,

I didn't start it…”
            Scrambling back to his feet he threw his words at the men watching him, all but spitting as his anger truly took hold on his emotions.

“God thy will is hard…

But you hold every card…

I will drink your cup of poison…

Nail me to your cross and break me…

Bleed me, beat me, kill me!

Take me now…

Before I change my mind...

Now…before I change my mind!”
            His voice echoed around the cavernous room for a moment even after he’d finished singing, giving him time to catch his breath and wipe his cheeks before focusing on the men watching him once more.
            He was startled when someone began to clap, slow and deliberately, before the familiar voice of the head Gamemaker, Seneca Crane, broke through the silence that now surrounded him,
            “If that’s everything you have to show us, Mr Kaminski, you may go.”
            “Thank you.”

~ * ~ * ~

            “Una?”
            “Hmmm?”
            “What colour is your hair?”
            “Oh…it’s red…”
            Adya nodded, picturing the mess of curls his fingers were currently running through as the vibrant red colour he remembered seeing on some of the women in his housing block before the fire took away his sight.
            The two of them were sat together on the comfortable sofa in the main room of their suite, waiting for the broadcast that would reveal their scores…well…Adya was sat anyway…Una was curled up on her side and was using his thigh as a pillow.
            Hence the fact that his hands were currently playing with her hair.
            “Mine used to be brown…” he murmured softly, one hand moving up to push his new fringe away from his eyes.
            He still wasn’t used to it…
            “It still is…” Una sighed, sounding more than a little bit relaxed…which was more than a little bit remarkable considering the situation they were in. “Wish I had your hair…I’ve always hated mine…”
            “Your hair feels lovely…” he reassured her, stroking the long curls right the way to the very tip so that when he released the curled strands they pinged back towards her head. “Wild and uncontrolled…”
            “…Adya?”
            Una sounded hesitant all of a sudden.
            “Yeah?”
            “Would you do something for me?”
            “Um…well…I guess it depends on what it is…”
            Una sighed deeply against his leg.
            “Will you kiss me?”
            Adya froze.
            “…come again?”
            “Will you kiss me?” Una repeated her question softly, pausing for only a moment before launching into an explanation. “Only I’ve never been kissed and I don’t want to…to go into the Arena without ever having been kissed…”
            “Oh…”
            Adya had never been kissed either...
            To be honest he hadn’t really had the opportunity to find someone that he wanted to share his first kiss with whilst living on the streets…
            “I just…want to experience everything I can before…before it’s too late…”
            Adya flinched.
            Before it’s too late…
            If things went as he expected them to by this time tomorrow he’d be…
            “Ok…I’ll kiss you…but you’ll need to sit up otherwise I might…miss…”
            Una giggled softly before slowly rearranging herself so that she was perched on the edge of the sofa facing him, her hands coming to rest on top of his.
            “So…um…how are we going to do this?”
            Adya thought about it for a moment.
            “I think you’re going to have to lead...” he answered softly, licking his lips nervously as he briefly explained his reasoning. “Out of the two of us you have a better chance of aiming properly…”
            “Ok…well…here goes…”
            He heard her exhale loudly, probably working up the courage before she shifted in front of him, her hands tightening their hold on his just before he felt her lips press gently against his own.
            Oh…
            They were…soft…
            It felt…nice…kind of weird but…nice…
            “Huh…” Una mumbled as she leaned back after their brief kiss. “That was…”
            “…nice?” he suggested softly as she struggled to finish her line of thought.
            “Yeah, but…not quite how I imagined it to be…” she admitted softly.
            Adya nodded silently in agreement.
            “Maybe…” Adya was forced to stop and clear his throat before he could continue with his slightly hesitant suggestion. “Maybe we could give it another go?”
            Their second kiss was different…very different…
            It was much more like the kisses that he’d stared at so innocently as a young child, their lips moving together with ever increasing passion. And then he felt her soft lips part and his tongue was being sucked into her warm mouth…
            Oh…
            Wow…
            That felt…
            He was pretty sure that his brain had actually begun to explode…
            His hands had a mind all of their own as they moved to her slim hips, finding the belt looks of her trousers as he pulled her willing body flush against his own…
            She moaned loudly against his lips, her teeth nipping lightly at his bottom lip and suddenly it felt as if her hands were everywhere all at once;
            His chest…
            His arms…
            His back…
            His shoulders…
            Something was stirring deep within him, something new and unfamiliar and…
            “What do you think you are doing?!?”
            They sprang apart as if they’d been shocked, both of them panting sharply as they turned to face their angry publicist.
            “I think it’s pretty obvious what they were doing,” Woof pointed out with a deep chuckle. “You might want to grab a pillow, boy.”
            Huh?
            Why would he…?
            Oh…
            Flushing brightly with shame as he realised just how “stirred” their kiss had caused him to become Adya hurriedly did as the old man suggested, pulling one of the many pillows from behind his back and placing it in his lap.
            Beside him Una tried desperately to hide the fact that she was giggling.
            Cecelia cleared her throat before thankfully changing the subject,
            “I think the broadcast is about to begin.”
            Hixas huffed noisily but took a seat further along the sofa as the familiar theme tune began to play from the ridiculously large screen that he had been told was mounted on the wall opposite the sofa.
            “He has such a fake smile…” Una muttered uncomfortably as a deep voice calmly introduced the well known host of the Hunger Games, Caesar Flickerman. “…and his teeth are too white…”
            “As you know the Tributes were rated on a scale of 1 to 12 after three days of careful evaluation…” Caesar explained, his voice the most serious Adya had heard it so far. “The Gamemakers would like to acknowledge…”
            “If you’ve done something to jeopardise your position in the rankings…” Hixas threatened softly as the famous master of ceremonies continued to pass on the standard disclaimer given by the Gamemakers every year.
            Adya snorted loudly.
            “What? Bottom? Don’t think there’s any chance of me jeopardising that…”
            “And now the training scores…” Caesar Flickerman announced dramatically and Adya found himself clutching the pillow in his lap tighter than he’d ever clutched a pillow in his life. “From District 1, Marvel, with a score of…nine.”
            “Good score…” Woof muttered approvingly.
            Hixas scoffed loudly,
            “He’s a Career – of course he got a good score.”
            “From District 1, Glimmer, with a score of…nine.”
            “From District 2, Cato, with a score of…ten.”
            “Unsurprising…”
            Una shuddered, cuddling up to his side until he relented and moved his arm so that it was draped around her trembling shoulders in a loose hug.
            Thankfully his unwanted arousal was fading rapidly…
            “From District 2, Clove, with a score of…ten.”
            “Great…she’s as deadly as she looks…” Una muttered worriedly.
            “From District 3, Samuel, with a score of…nine.”
            “Now that’s surprising…” Cecelia murmured. “He must’ve done something to impress them during his training sessions…”
            “From District 3, Terra, with a score of…four.”
            “From District 4, Rhys, with a score of…eight.”
            “Another surprising score…” Woof muttered with a deep chuckle. “Maybe our boy will surprise us after all…”
            “I sincerely doubt it…”
            Adya was predicting to get a big fat zero when his name was called.
            “From District 4, Lillibet, with a score of…six.”
            “From District 5, Eddard, with a score of…four.”
            It quickly became apparent to Adya that Caesar had a very specific way of announcing each and every tribute score;
            Announce the District Number and Tributes Name…
            Throw in a pause for dramatic effect…
            And then announce the Training Score…
            “From District 5, Finch, with a score of…five.”
            “From District 6, Asa, with a score of…five.”
            “From District 6, Melinda, with a score of…eight.”
            In fact the only thing that seemed to vary from score to score was the tone of voice he used when announcing the all important number, ranging from unaffected (if the number was low) to impressed (if the number was high.)
            “From District 7, Beau, with a score of…eight.”
            “From District 7, Anika, with a score of…nine.”
            Of course it had to be Adya who broke the comfortable routine…
            “From District 8, Adya, with a score of…”
            Adya could tell at once that the pause was different.
            “…are we sure this is right?”
            “What did you do?” Hixas demanded, his voice low and dangerous.
            “Um…”
            “Apologies, ladies and gentlemen…” Caesar murmured quickly, saving him from explaining right at that moment. “From District 8, Adya, with a score of…one.”
            Una gasped.
            “Huh…” Adya laughed softly. “That’s actually better than I was expecting…”
            “…one?!?” Hixas all but screamed. “How could you–”
            “Hixas! Shut up!” Woof ordered sharply, interrupting what was bound to be a long and loud tirade from their publicist. “Interrogate the boy later – right now we need to hear the girls score.”
            “…strict 8, Una, with a score of…seven.”
            Una let out a sigh of relief.
            “Congratulations.”
            “Thanks…”
            “What the hell did you do to get a score of one?!?” Hixas demanded sharply, jumping up from his seat so that he could tower threateningly over the teenage boy sat on the sofa. “How is that even possible?!?”
            Adya shrugged.
            “I just did what you told me to do – I showed them what I’m good at.”
            “From District 9, Viggo, with a score of…8.”
            “From District 9, Persephone, with a score of…3.”
            “What do you mean, you showed them what you’re good at?!”
            “I think that should be obvious, even to you…” Woof muttered derisively.
            “From District 10, Bruno, with a score of…nine.”
            “What…did…you…do?”
            Adya smirked up at his angry publicist, relaxing back against the pillows.
            “I sang them a song.”
            “From District 10, Carrie, with a score of…six.”
            “From District 11, Thresh, with a score of…ten.”
            “From District 11, Rue, with a score of…seven.”
            “…I don’t believe this…” Hixas hissed, beginning to pace in front of the sofa. “You sang them a song? A song?!? I mean…what did I do to deserve this…why did I have to get stuck with the impossible Tribute…”
            Adya rolled his sightless eyes.
            He was getting used to the way his publicist was more worried about himself than the Tributes he was supposed to be promoting.
            “From District 12, Peeta, with a score of…eight.”
            “Hush! I want to hear what score that girl on fire gets…” Willow shushed them all from somewhere behind the sofa. “What do you think, high or low?”
            “Low…” Oscar snorted. “No matter what they manage to make her look like she’s still from District 12 and they haven’t had a decent Tribute in years.”
            Adya hadn’t even realised the stylists were there.
            “And finally…from District 12, Katniss Everdeen, with a score of…eleven.”
            “...eleven?” Cecelia murmured in disbelief. “I can’t remember the last time…”
            Una’s head dropped down onto his shoulder.
            “You ok?”
            She sighed deeply, pressing her face against his neck as she answered softly,
            “…not really…”
            “…yeah, me neither…”
A/N Yeah…the scene with the kissing…no idea where that came from…it just appeared out of no where…anyway more will be on the way soon. Let me know what you think and, of course, suggestions are always welcome.
A/N 2 The song was Gethsemane from Jesus Christ Superstar by Andrew Lloyd Webber and Time Rice.
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