Reaping day. I shudder as I climb out of bed, restless from the little sleep I got. Even days such as this, I still had to work long nights. When else could I kill undetected? I wouldn’t call it murder, just fulfilling a dying wish. It wasn’t wrong, they asked for it. Soon, my parents would wake up to see another patient dead from their sickness, or at least, that’s what they’ll think.
You see, My parents own a clinic in the district. No matter how bad the illness is, they refuse to end the patient's misery, even when the helpless patient begs them to. I guess it's not their fault. They just want to help them, but when the Capitol won't even lift a finger to help , medicine is hard to come by.
Lately, I have grown a bit reckless
though. When I gather the poisons, I've been detected a few times. Thankfully, nobody has turned me in yet, but who knows how much longer that'll last. As the security in District Six increases, the Capitol will eventually find out one way or another and deliver the worst punishment they can find. After all, murder is generally frowned upon, whether justified or not.
I can't just let the patients suffer though. It could take weeks for the diseases to naturally kill them. Weeks of pain and suffering, just to end it the same way. Death. My way
is much simpler. I just create a poison and then pour it in the patient's water or inject it into their vein. Maybe if I could afford Capitol quality medicine, they could actually live, but now the best I could offer was a quick and painless death.
I finish getting ready and take a look in the mirror. The sickly looking boy staring back at me probably wouldn't stand a chance in the arena, right? Wrong. I may be scrawny, but I have something most others don't. I'm clever and resourceful, which can be much more dangerous than strength.
I smirk as I walk out the door. This year would be the same as any other. Everyone would stand there in terror, afraid their name would be drawn. Then I could sit back and watch two people I don't even know leave to die on public television. I wonder how far I could make it. I probably wouldn't make it through the bloodbath alive. But if I could run away quick enough, there's a small chance I could win it. All it would take is a few poisonous plants and game over for everyone else.
As I approach the square, there were all the standard procedures to make sure everyone was present. I find the group of sixteen-year-old guys quickly and [/b]make[/b] my way in that direction. Looking at how many other guys are here, I feel confident that I won’t be reaped, but anything could happen.
"It's time, to send two of our own children to the Capitol to compete in the Hunger Games. Let's start the Reaping!"
I roll my eyes at the man. He acted as if it was an honor or something. "Ladies first," the man began, "Delsie Turnes." Like I said, someone I don't know or care about was the first to be reaped. It was like I was psychic or something. As the man reaches his hand into the male ball, I calculate my chances once more.
The man spoke once more, "Vizair Tozin!" See, like I said another- wait... Shit, really? Well I guess I have a better shot than most people here. Plus, if I do win, we can have real medicine here, not just small herbal remedies, or in my case deadly concoctions. The chances are slim, but I could actually save them. I step forward and [b]glance[b] over at the girl. She is shaking, on the verge of a breakdown. Poor girl, she wasn't going to last.
I felt the man’s grasp as he raises Delsie and I's arms. "Here are your tributes for the 56th Hunger Games!" My green eyes stare anxiously into the crowd, looking at the faces I may never see again.
Within minutes, I'm dragged into a holding room where my final goodbyes take place. The first to visit are my parents. My mom is hysterical with tears. She can’t stand the death of a patient she doesn’t know, so how would she handle the death of her own son? No, I couldn't let that happen to her. I wrap my arms around her in a loving embrace, "Don't worry, I'll win it for you." She tries to respond but couldn't form words through her relentless crying.
"Good luck son, knock em dead." My dad speaks as he tries to console my mom. It isn’t long before the peacekeepers pull them from the room. No more visitors. I am alone now, waiting for the end. I have to win, for all the patients, for my mother's sanity. It isn’t long before the peacekeepers came back into the waiting room and lead me to the train. I look out the window as we sped away, looking at District 6 for what may be the last time.
I am Vizair Tozin, and I will win the 56th Hunger Games.