Categories > Original > Fantasy
The sun is going down - Hunger Games fanfic
0 reviewsThe hunger games fanfic - When the kind hearted Dean and Jess from District 2 volunteer as tributes for the 38th annual hunger games and a unusual arena is used, what will prevail? Love or death?
0Unrated
There’s some things you should know about me. My names Dean, I’m from District 2, my parents have forced me to train to volunteer in the Annual Hunger Games, i’m not like the other boys, i mean, i’m quiet and shy, not as brutal and confident as the others. That means i tend to keep to myself or hang around with the softer girls, as in the ones who dont try killing you upon contact.
Don’t get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it’s not bad, it could be better, but it’s not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at a very young age together and bonded instantly, she’s like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy’s also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess’ skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. “Dean can i have a word” Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. “Ofcourse Jess”, i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we’re put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She’s going to volunteer
“Why?”, I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i’m terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
“”It just feels right”, her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy’s compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, i mean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, i think animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i’ve learned one thing to do, it’s not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
“I volunteer as District two female tribute”. No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It’s a sight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She’s drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it’s time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and a mistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
“I volunteer as District two’s male tribute”
There's some things you should know about me. My names Dean, I'm from District 2, my parents have forced me to train to volunteer in the Annual Hunger Games, i'm not like the other boys, i mean, i'm quiet and shy, not as brutal and confident as the others. That means i tend to keep to myself or hang around with the softer girls, as in the ones who dont try killing you upon contact.
Don't get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it's not bad, it could be better, but it's not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at avery young age together and bonded instantly, she's like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy's also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess' skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. "Dean can i have a word" Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. "Ofcourse Jess", i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we're put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She's going to volunteer
"Why?", I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i'm terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
""It just feels right", her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy's compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, imean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, ithink animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i've learned one thing to do, it's not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
"I volunteer as District two female tribute". No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It's asight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She's drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it's time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and amistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
"I volunteer as District two's male tribute"
There's some things you should know about me. My names Dean, I'm from District 2, my parents have forced me to train to volunteer in the Annual Hunger Games, i'm not like the other boys, i mean, i'm quiet and shy, not as brutal and confident as the others. That means i tend to keep to myself or hang around with the softer girls, as in the ones who dont try killing you upon contact.
Don't get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it's not bad, it could be better, but it's not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at avery young age together and bonded instantly, she's like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy's also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess' skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. "Dean can i have a word" Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. "Ofcourse Jess", i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we're put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She's going to volunteer
"Why?", I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i'm terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
""It just feels right", her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy's compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, imean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, ithink animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i've learned one thing to do, it's not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
"I volunteer as District two female tribute". No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It's asight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She's drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it's time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and amistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
"I volunteer as District two's male tribute"
Don’t get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it’s not bad, it could be better, but it’s not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at a very young age together and bonded instantly, she’s like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy’s also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess’ skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. “Dean can i have a word” Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. “Ofcourse Jess”, i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we’re put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She’s going to volunteer
“Why?”, I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i’m terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
“”It just feels right”, her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy’s compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, i mean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, i think animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i’ve learned one thing to do, it’s not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
“I volunteer as District two female tribute”. No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It’s a sight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She’s drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it’s time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and a mistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
“I volunteer as District two’s male tribute”
There's some things you should know about me. My names Dean, I'm from District 2, my parents have forced me to train to volunteer in the Annual Hunger Games, i'm not like the other boys, i mean, i'm quiet and shy, not as brutal and confident as the others. That means i tend to keep to myself or hang around with the softer girls, as in the ones who dont try killing you upon contact.
Don't get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it's not bad, it could be better, but it's not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at avery young age together and bonded instantly, she's like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy's also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess' skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. "Dean can i have a word" Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. "Ofcourse Jess", i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we're put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She's going to volunteer
"Why?", I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i'm terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
""It just feels right", her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy's compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, imean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, ithink animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i've learned one thing to do, it's not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
"I volunteer as District two female tribute". No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It's asight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She's drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it's time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and amistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
"I volunteer as District two's male tribute"
There's some things you should know about me. My names Dean, I'm from District 2, my parents have forced me to train to volunteer in the Annual Hunger Games, i'm not like the other boys, i mean, i'm quiet and shy, not as brutal and confident as the others. That means i tend to keep to myself or hang around with the softer girls, as in the ones who dont try killing you upon contact.
Don't get me wrong though, as tough as life is, it's not bad, it could be better, but it's not bad, especially as i have my best friend with me, Jess. Jess is perfect to me and we joined the academy at avery young age together and bonded instantly, she's like my sister and i love her to pieces, the guy's also love her, and their natural instict is to be jealous of me and what me and Jess have, which sucks. Jess is much better than me, much more confident, brave and nimble, i may be small fast and have learned my way around a spear but Jess' skills are so eclectic and broader.
The same old day came around again, Reaping day, but something different this year, i can just feel it, and i sense Jess can too. "Dean can i have a word" Jess whispers in my year as we walk to our Panem famous town square, fitted with golden tiles and stone structures that look down upon us, upon us all. "Ofcourse Jess", i say with some curiosity. She pulls me to the side before we're put into our pens and gives me the most tremendous hug ever, i know what this means, she doesnt have to say anything, and as words try to come out of her mouth, i gently place my finger to her lips and smile at her, not a cheerful smile though, one of peace, tranquility and above all love. She's going to volunteer
"Why?", I ask her in a steady voice, i try to make it clear that i'm terrified, she may be strong but we still have 3 more years to train, the careers wont want someone like her, young and inexperienced, no-one will want her, chances are a lower district could get her.
""It just feels right", her voice starts to wobble and i pull her close, her hair pressed against my face, she smells nice, she smells of memories, memories of me and her, memories of running out of the academy's compound late at night just to feel the cool wind tear through us and memories of the time she took out three guys, two years older than us both, to save me from certain legs breaking. She pulls away, two tears run down her face, she smiles and walks off.
Why cant i stop shaking? Our chaperone from the Capitol takes stage and give the most propagandous speech about why we have the hunger games and yada yada. Looking around to try and see Jess is hard, imean, im much shorter than the other boys, or if you can call them boys, ithink animalistic savages fits them better. I can see what will happen, who will volunteer, usually if we decide to volunteer we dont tell people, i almost feel exposed for knowing.
In previous years boys have often fought to volunteer. One year infact two volunteered and it took seven peacekeepers to break up the brawl they started. District 2 sickens me.
I blank out of the chaperones voice and think about Jess, trying my hardest not to cry, or show emotion, if i've learned one thing to do, it's not to present your uppermost emotions, that shows weakness, that gets us killed.
The reaping begins and a name is pulled out of one of two diamond bowls with the capitol seal inscribed on both of them. A little girl is called out, it must be her first reaping, guilt pangs in my body as i hear distant weeps from a mother, a father and a brother. The family look alien to me, their clothes tatty and worn, they must be poor. They must be. Then i hear the voice that settle my stomach. Jess.
I see her walk out into the main aisle, trying to look as brave as possible, the girls around her giving her nasty, jealous and even confused looks, noone appraises her like previous volunteers.
"I volunteer as District two female tribute". No-one says anything, the sweet kind and amazing girls from District 2, the weaker amongst the brutals, the brave volunteer for the 38th annual hunger games. The reaped girl runs to Jess and gives her the most thankful hug. It's asight of beauty and my heart melts. Then it hit me. Jess is in the Hunger games, my Jess. The fact that she isnt brutal like the others and will happily hug a younger girl whom has been saved is dangerous, and out of place. She's drawn attention to herself.
She hastily makes her way to the stage to stand in the face of glory, to stand in the mouth of death, to stand in the clasp of fear. Now it's time for the boys, i feel dizzy. The speakers muffle. All i know is an 18 year old guy, whom of which would volunteer anyway is reaped, fists pump and cheers are let out as the cocky, arrogant lad, known as Bluto, makes his way to the podium.
The next ten seconds are a blur, and amistake, my conscience trips and i run to the aisle and volunteer.
"I volunteer as District two's male tribute"
Sign up to rate and review this story