Ch 1: The Second Quarter Quell

Haymitch Abernathy, 16, District 12 male

It ends today. I will either live or die, but I refuse to stay here any longer. I'm one of the last two remaining and it's time to end this. The once beautiful forrest was now burning with giant flames. It was almost like the Gamemakers were leading me towards someone. And I was right, as I was walking, there she it. The girl from District 1 stands across from me with a murderous glint in her eyes. As soon as I locked eyes with her, I took off running through the burning forest.

"Get back here 12! Come back and fight like a man," the girl yelled, but I know she was running after me.

I smirked, she doesn't know what I'm planning, I'm armed with only a knife and she's a trained killer with a hatchet. I have no chance against someone like her. But if I can force her to use up her energy, maybe I can better my odds. I kept on running, I can't give up, I come too far in this arena.

I was never supposed to be here. There was never supposed to be another 48 tribute games, but leave it to the Capitol. The 25th Hunger Games was the first 48 tributes games but when it was time to pick a theme. The Capitol drew a theme where it allowed them to repeat another quell theme. So here I am, literally running for my life. I wasn't the first boy picked, I was the second, any other theme, I would be safe.

I finally stopped because in front of me was a chasm with an endless abyss down below. I remember this place, it was only a few days ago when I exposed the arena's secret. I couldn't forget that place even if I wanted to. It was the same day Maysilee died. I close my eyes as I remember that day, we were standing right here.

"Why do we have to stay here Haymitch?" Maysilee said angrily.

"Maysilee, we're close to the end and I think we should conserve our energy. The others will never find us here," I reasoned.

"We're the only pair, we outnumber everyone else. If we see someone we can take them," Maysilee said.

"It's too risky, we can't do that. I'm sorry Maysilee, but I'm staying," I said.

"Well I'm not. Sorry Haymitch, I'm done with you. I refuse to stay put and be a sitting duck. Goodbye," Maysilee said as she stormed off into the forest.

"Maysilee Wait!" I called after her, but she didn't answer.

She was the only person from home here and I just let her walk away. I'm such a fucking idiot sometimes. I kicked a pebble over the edge of the chasm in anger. Five seconds later, the pebble came flying back next to me to my astonishment.

"What the hell," I whispered.

I picked up a bigger rock and I threw it over the edge. The rock back too. I was getting more spooked because normally this would not happen outside the games. I picked up the rock again, and this time I threw it with all my force across the chasm. The rock suddenly stopped in the middle and bounced back to me. My eyes widen as I realized what was in front of me.

"It's a force field," I said.

I suddenly hear an ear piercing scream not far away. That scream sounds way too familiar.

"Maysilee!" I yelled.

I bolted back into the forest and I still hear cries of agony coming from her. I stumbled into a clearing when I saw her. I gasped as Maysilee was lying on the ground in a puddle of blood. Her neck was all cut up and bleeding. Surrounding her were the mutts that caused this. There were four candy pink birds half the height of me but they had beaks so sharp, they can easily pierce through me. The birds ran off as I ran over to Maysilee.

"Maysilee, I'm so sorry, I never should caused you to leave," I said.

I grasped Maysilee's hand as blood continued to pour from her neck. She couldn't speak as a result.

"This is my fault, I won't leave you, I promise," I said.

Maysilee squeezes my hand as a way of acknowledging my words and I reluctantly accept her fate as there's no medicine that can heal her wound. A minute later, her breathing stopped and her eyes gazed over.

BOOM!

"I'm sorry, Maysilee, it never should have ended like this, I promise I will wn this," I muttered.

With one last look at her body, I sprinted into the forest, the next few days going by like a blur.

"Here you are, 12!" A voice yelled.

My eyes snapped open and I'm face to face with the girl from 1. She was armed and ready. I took out my knife I can't delay this any longer.

"This ends now!" The girl yelled as she charged towards me.

I dodged out of the way and I got a quick cut on her arm. The girl just snarled and took another swipe at me. I got to be careful, one good swipe will kill me. I got to be smart with how I use my knife. It was back and forth with the girl attacking and me dodging.

"Stay still dammit," the girl muttered.

The girl did a combo of three straight swings but on the last one, her hatchet got stuck in the ground for a few seconds. I quickly lunged forward and stabbed the girl in her right eye. The girl shrieked and she kicked me away from her and she got her hatchet free. She growled at me as blood poured from her eye. It wasn't bad but it wasn't enough. I did notice that the girl now had to cover her eye to control the blood flow. So she only was using one arm to attack. This could be an advantage for me.

After a few minutes of fighting, I was getting tired. I don't know how much I can go. After stepping backwards to dodge, I stumbled. The girl took the opportunity and sliced me across my stomach. I immediately screamed and started to cover my stomach. I was bleeding badly and I was worried that my intestines may actually come out if I don't cover it. The girl then got prepared to threw her hatchet at me. With one last ounce of strength I dropped to the ground as the hatchet nearly missed my head. The hatchet went flying to the chasm and down to the abyss. I immediately remembered my discovery and I wonder if it works with weapons too. A few seconds later, the hatchet came flying back and I watch as it impaled itself in the head of the girl from District 1. The girl fell forward and went limp.

BOOM!

"Ladies and gentlemen, congrats to the victor of the 50th Hunger Games and 2nd Quarter Quell, Haymitch Abernathy of District 12!" Yelled the voice of Caesar Flickerman.

I smiled, I fulfilled my promise to Maysilee. As the hovercraft came over me, the pain in my stomach got worse. My last sight before I blacked out was the paramedics with a stretcher running towards me.


Hey guys, welcome to the start of A Lost City! I'm beyond excited to start this story and I can't wait to hear what you guys think. To clarify, in my universe, there are two 48 tribute games for both quarter quells. I know the first had tributes voted in but I did 48 for the first in my prequel and the 50th include a theme allowing the Capitol to repeat it. Now with that out of the way, we got a great story and a great cast of tributes so far. I got 14 so far and we just need 10 more! The rules and form will be down below and they are on my profile along with a list of which spots are available.

A Lost City Rules

1. No resubmissions. If I accept your tribute and I find out that it is a resubmitted tribute, he/she will die in the bloodbath.

2. No Mary Sue's or Gary Stu's.

3. Submissions will be accepted through PMs and I might accept a review, if the tribute is really good, but I highly recommend sending your tribute through PM. Please title your submission like this: name, age, district, gender with your tribute's information. (Example: Peeta Mellark, 16, District 12 male, replace that with your tribute's information.)

4. Please make your tribute form as detailed as possible since it makes it easier to write your tribute in the best way possible and it helps me connect with your tribute when writing.

5. I'll allow 3 tributes per person, but if you submit a 3rd tribute, it has to be a bloodbath.

6. Please don't be a ghost. If you submit a tribute, please read and review the story to let me know how I'm doing with your tribute or if there is anything you like about the story or anything to improve it.

A Lost City Form

Name:

Age:

Gender:

District:

Faceclaim: (yes, you do need one. I'm creating a blog. Please make it age appropriate.)

Appearance:

Personality:

Backstory:

Strengths: (4 max)

Weakness: (4 min)

Family/friends:

What do they do before the reaping:

Reaping outfit:

Reaped/volunteer?:

Reaction to reaping/reason to volunteer:

Chariot outfit:

Interview outfit:

Weapon of choice:

What do they want to learn during training?:

What do they show during private sessions?:

Suggested score:

Open to alliances?:

Interview angle:

Bloodbath strategy:

Games strategy:

Predicted placement:

Blog quote:

Preferred death:

Anything else:

That's it for now, the next chapter will be the second and last prologue before we start the reapings. Don't forget to review and submit. I hope you guys are having a good day/night and I'll you at the next chapter!