Novel & Cerita 50th Hunger Games

he hissed. I shook my head in disapproval. "Let me go, you bastard!" I cried. Meanwhile I was struggling beneath him. I was twisting and fighting. But, again, it was useless. He was too strong. The metal of the chains clicked shut around my left wrist and then my right. Panic flooded my system. "Stop!" I tried to pull against the chains. Nothing worked. Tears began to burn my eyes. "Let me go!" He came closer. I was quick to drive my left knee right up into his ribs as hard as I could.

They chanted prayers over and over, as though they had already decided I was the source of the family's bad luck. Humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave, leaving my nose stinging and my eyes burning. Even so, I refused to cry. I gritted my teeth and stayed silent, knowing that no one there felt sorry for me. If I shed a single tear, I would only make myself the punchline of another joke. By the time it was over, I had gone completely numb. There was a heavy ache in my lower abdomen, a tearing pain that grew worse with every passing second.

It was filled almost entirely with Dawn’s resentment toward me and Justin comforting her. [As if stealing my dad from me since I was little wasn’t enough, now she wants to take his money too! I hate her so much! Justin, you won’t actually fall for her, will you? You know, I never had a father’s love growing up. You’re all I have. You’re the only person I can rely on.] [Baby, think about it. She’s five years older than me. How could she ever be right for me? Don’t overthink it. You’re the only one for me, and you always will be.]

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

“Mom keeps the thermostat low to save the planet. Or punish us. Jury’s out.” They sat in companionable quiet, flames popping, snow tapping the windows. The silence wasn’t empty, it was full of small victories: surviving exams, a three-hour ride without awkwardness, grilled cheese that didn’t burn. Sudan’s head tipped back against the cushions. “Your mom’s note said there’s a cat.” “Somewhere,” Zach said. “Probably plotting world domination from the laundry room.” Sudan laughed, low and surprised, like he hadn’t meant to let it out.

“Have you actually watched The Hunger Games? I asked her. “No, why?” Her face held a confused expression, so I explained. “It’s not what you think. Matter of fact, it’s not even about food. It’s more like survival of the fittest. They pick people and leave them in the forest where they kill each other until only one remains alive and come out as the winner.” Her face was horrified and annoyed at the true story of the movie. When she mentioned chicken and The Hunger Games, I kinda figured she hadn’t actually watched it because that’s what I thought when I first heard of it.

In my seven years of my marriage with the Regent, I had risked my life bearing him five children. Every single one had died. My husband grieved so deeply that he collapsed. He knelt for three days and nights before the chapel in the bitter cold, praying for my well-being. He even spent a fortune to build a memorial tower in my honor. Everyone said the Regent loved his wife more than life itself. But the System's childbearing progress remained stuck at 90%. Then came All Hallows' Eve. I walked to the river alone to float a memorial candle for my fifth child, who had only just passed. What I found instead were four children carrying turnip lanterns, gathered around my half-sister, tugging

from the last installment of the Hunger Games series. {Wracked by guilt, the Mockingjay has started placing hidden cameras in a room of the hotel. We can’t let the Boogeyman escape this time or the Mockingjay will get spooked and decline to testify against the Boogeyman. She might even discard all the valuable evidence she has collected.} {I’ll notify the police once you’re on the way. But Kate should rescue Francine before the cavalry arrives because graduating students of CITS High can’t afford to figure in a scandal of this magnitude…}

Who knew she could end up having a family with the gangster that kidnapped her and turned her into a sub, sounds absurd but she loves it that way. Guess her story also has a happy ending and she can say they all lived happily ever after. Although they will keep having battles to fight, together, they are strong and will always overcome every battle. Ninety days turned into forever. THE END.

“Like a true Warrior. Our Warrior. And of course, our beautiful Luna.” Tori now blushing but smiling. Hyde and I both quick to get dress. Our need for a quick meal rising. Both of us knowing that Tori would need it if he wanted to win against the other five challengers within the games.