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.
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