Chapter 1: Marina Bluebell

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Katniss stared out the window, the districts of Panem rolling by as she rode the train to the Capitol. Word had gotten out that twenty four victors had been found alive in Panem, much more than the original seven. It was Annie's idea, really. She couldn't believe that only seven victors had made it out. So, after a large nationwide search, seventeen more had emerged, and they were all coming together for a party in the Capitol. "I wonder who made it out," Katniss mused. "Hopefully not Draco," Peeta mumbled, sitting beside her, a notebook in his hand. Katniss glanced over and shuddered. "Even at such an old age he was still psychotic," she remembered. Peeta nodded, flipping the notebook open. Inside contained the list and stats of every last one of the Hunger Games victors, plus a picture of them during their Victory Tour. "Haymitch gave this to me," he explained. "Thought we should go through it." Katniss smiled, and clutched Peeta's hand. "Sure. Together." Peeta glanced at the first page. A nervous girl with long, flowing blonde hair stared back, her hands pressed together in anxiety. "Marina Bluebell," Peeta said. "The first victor. She was the one who started this whole revolution, you know?" Katniss blinked. "Really? Coin never told me that." Peeta laughed. "I guess she never told you a lot of things."

Marina Bluebell

District 4

Aged 17

3 Kills

The sun was shining. Usually, Marina would be glad. The weather was perfect for a fishing trip. But this wasn't a fishing trip. This was the bloody Hunger Games! It was all just some stupid idea from President Ravenstill, some idiotic way to punish the districts. Which was strange, because Marina had spent the entire period of the Dark Days out in the sea, on a year-long fishing trip. She didn't deserve any of this! But that didn't matter. Her father had been executed for stealing, her mother and siblings all burning in a fire that ravaged District Four. She was the sole survivor in her family, but soon, she would probably be reunited with them in the afterlife. The tribute parade had been bad enough. Horatio had dressed her up as an octopus! How was that going to make her look big and scary? Even the tiny kids from Twelve were laughing at her! She was a cannon fodder, the Capitol citizens had murmured, especially after she had tripped at least ten times on her way up to the stage for her interviews. Or maybe not. She stood on her pedestal, careful not to fall off, gosh that would be a disaster, and peered at the Cornucopia, spotting a large, blue trident in its center. She was standing between Oscar from Two and Vivienne from Eight, both of whom were shivering from fear and sobbing uncontrollably. The other tributes were no better. Maybe, she thought, relishing the thought. She had a chance. The gong rang. Marina bolted forward, not realizing that only four tributes were running, the rest taking slow and careful strides to the Cornucopia. Marina snatched the trident, and turned. What she hadn't seen was Ingrid from Two standing behind her. The trident lodged itself in her heart, and the cannon boomed. Marina screamed. What had she done? She looked around frantically, the other tributes were staring, many of them glaring outrightly at her. "Please, it was an accident, I swear!" she yelped. Oscar grabbed a knife, and charged straight at her. "She was my best friend, you freak!" Marina screamed, and dashed into the woods. Oscar was about to follow, but a spear from Socrates from Three sent him crumbling to the ground, the cannon booming in the distance. Marina, meanwhile, had taken shelter in a cave, curling up into a ball and sobbing. She hadn't meant to kill Ingrid! What would District Four think? What would Leo think? Her face went red at the thought of Leo, her handsome crush since they were eight. She was a murderer! He would be scared of her! She moaned. The Hunger Games were ruining her life! Her tears fell like raindrops as more cannons boomed, ten in total, the end of the first ever Bloodbath.

President Ravenstill, on the other hand, was grinning broadly, laughing as bodies dropped dead on the TV screen in front of him. Those district brats finally got what they deserved, he thought, a malicious smirk forming on his face. Still, he had hoped a Two would win. Two hadn't exactly rebelled much. Most of the people there had actually stood up for the Capitol, becoming peacekeepers and commanders. However, their mayor had been a rebel, and they were a district, so they could be no exception. "Cheers!" he grinned, holding up his glass of champagne. His ministers, Marcellus Ray and David Osborne, followed suit. "Who are you betting on to win?" Osborne asked. Ravenstill glanced thoughtfully at the screen, where Kyle from Eleven was slashing Oakette from Seven's throat, her district partner's body lying just meters away by the stream. "That little insect from Eleven seems like a fair bet," he mused. "Although, these little insects mean nothing to me. Just a way to punish those god-awful districts." He smiled to himself. He was never wrong. Kyle would come home, all soggy and depressed from the Games, and he would have achieved his revenge. What he didn't know, was how wrong he was.

Marina woke up to the sound of leaves rustling. She grabbed her trident. "Please, I don't want to fight!" she begged. "Then put down the damn trident and let me kill you properly!" She gasped. It was Kyle, by far the largest tribute. "N-no!" she pleaded. "Please, we don't have to do this!" Kyle stepped out from the bushes, wielding two large sickles. A creepy grin formed on his face. "Well, I want to go home," he said flatly. "And you're standing in my way." Marina braced herself. She wasn't going down without a fight.

Ravenstill was at the edge of his seat. A battle! Between Kyle and the insect from Four! He licked his lips. This was going to be interesting.

Kyle charged, his crazed eyes red with lunacy. Clearly, he had lost his mind. Marina's eyes widened. "Please, you don't have to…" "DIE, SCUMBAG!" Kyle shrieked, letting loose a loud war cry. Marina glanced down, and stopped that his stomach was bleeding a little. Someone had attacked him. His raised hands meant that his stomach was exposed, and that was exactly where Marina hurled her trident. Boom! Just like that, the president's favourite was dead. Marina nearly threw up as she pulled her trident out. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

President Ravenstill gaped at Marina. He didn't even notice that two more tributes had been killed by a falling tree, and another had been poisoned with a nightlock berry. "I like that Four girl. She can fight. The Capitol must love her," Ray commented. Ravenstill shook his head. His favourite tribute, gone, just like that! He was glad Marina was crying, because he wanted that girl to drown in distress.

Marina tried to sleep, but her nightmares were plagued by Kyle and Ingrid dying at her own bloodied hands. She didn't wake up when the cannon boomed. She didn't wake up when a severely injured Vivienne crawled into her cave, crying for help, before she bled out. She didn't wake up when Socrates and Amethyst from One were fighting right outside her cave, ultimately killing each other. She slept, screamed, sobbed, occasionally getting up to drink from a small pool she found in the cave and eating pieces of bread Kyle had in his pack. The time flew by, until only she and Wheaton from Nine were left. He found her in her cave on the third day, but was too exhausted to fight and passed out. Then she woke up, and saw him. She could go home! She carefully approached him, and held up her trident. She paused for a moment. This wasn't right, she knew. Her district would never forgive her! But she just wanted to go home. "I'm sorry, Wheaton," she choked back a sob. "I'm so sorry." She lowered her trident, looking away as the cannon boomed and the trumpets sounded. "Ladies and Gentlemen, the victor of the very first Hunger Games, Marina Bluebell!" Marius Daley's enthusiastic voice practically shrieked. Marina looked up. There wasn't any honour or excitement in this. Nothing but pure pain. Leo would never look at her the same way again.

"It must've been terrible," Katniss murmured. "Being the first victor. You can't talk to anybody about your problems." Peeta nodded. "That's why she had to be strong. She hated the Capitol, and wanted the rebellion." He flipped the page, and grinned. Katniss groaned. "Oh, the Mutt Rider. Why couldn't that be me?" "You're a brilliant archer. We've all got our own skills," Peeta shrugged. "But you can't deny it. Hassan Greenwood was an absolute legend."