Chapter 6: Break
“If the machine of government is of such nature that it requires you to be the agent of injustice to another, then, I say, break the law.” - Henry David Thoreau
“When I fight someone, I want to break his will. I want to take his manhood. I want to rip out his heart and show it to him.” - Mike Tyson
The silence rang in their ears as they stood in their claustrophobic tubes. Their emotions ranged from psyched to an overwhelming sense of panic. It was past the point of no return. From here on out they would either kill or be killed. Twenty-three of them would never see their homes and families again. The other would be damaged beyond repair because, regardless of what some would like to think, no one made it out of these games unscathed.
All of Panem sat at rapt attention, as their own excitement and fear built with each new second. Some were looking forward to the next several days and some dreading them, but no one could look away from the screen as the tubes rose from the ground.
The twenty-four children took in the woods surrounding them as quickly as they could before turning to analyze the cornucopia in the middle of their arrangement. Now was not the time to be distracted as the countdown reverberated in their ears. Now was not the time to break as the cannon rang out. Now was the time to prove themselves.To stay alive. Or die.