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ATTENTION! There may be minor curses in here(nmad), detailed gore, and a MINOR, possibly unnoticed, sexual reference. :-)

Naomi Pryce's Games
Notes: A Hunger Games Fan-Fiction. My friend hosted a Hunger Games, and this is the story(with more detail) of my character.

You may be wondering what this script is, lying with my body in the shallow wooden coffin, now safely home in District 2. You may also be wondering who I am.
My name is Naomi Pryce.
I was reaped for the Hunger Games.
This is the story of my Reaping, my Arena, and, eventually, my death.

Part One: The Leading-Up-To Stuff.

I walk with my friends into our little roped off section. Some people have called me arrogant; I’m only 13, and I’m happy today. My name is in the Reaping Bowl twice, which is a relief; yet still people told me ‘You’re only thirteen, get that smirk off your face.’
With my friends - among them Livesen, Rusea, and Pylaia - I feel next-to-no fear until the Capitol Escort steps up after the Mayor’s speech. It was like, with just a few clicks of her sleek black stiletto heels, all the airiness of my previous mood is sucked away, and replaced with a fear growing ever larger. Of course, I can’t, and don’t, let it show.
“Let us begin with the girls!” Ara Reyna pipes in her silly voice, waggling her bony, chalk-white fingers at us all. She reaches her hand into the bowl; her blue fingernails are almost tall enough to be seen over the paper slips.
Ara pulls a slip out dramatically, her loose sleeve falling to her elbow. Unfolding it delicately with her fingernails, she pauses momentarily before reading the name out in a clear voice, in such a way that had she been speaking gibberish, we would’ve been able to spell it out.
“Naomi Pryce.”
Rusea gasps in her girly-ass high voice. Livesen grips my arm tightly. Pylaia turns to stare at me. Poor Naomi, called for the Hunger Games.
Watch poor Naomi win.
I stride confidently up to the stage, smiling broadly at the others of District Two and tossing my blonde braid over one shoulder. Ara puts her arm around my shoulder momentarily, in a brief, awkward half-hug. “Any volunteers? No? Alright, onto the boy!”
The choosing process for the boys is, as always, quicker and less dramatic. Catoette McClove, a name totally unfamiliar to me. No volunteers for him, either.
The rest of my time in my District is a rushed blur. The Peacekeepers usher Catoette and I offstage; my parents come to say goodbye, as does Pylaia(she gave me the headband I wear around my wrist; my District token). Too quickly we are on the train, waving goodbye to home through the windows for the brief time we have, and then we’re speeding off to the Capitol. All I can remember, other than the delicious food, is neither Catoette nor I talked much. Judging by the wire-and-bead bracelet he was wearing, we’d both had touching goodbyes. And we both know that one of us wasn’t coming back.

The Capital isn’t as amazing as I expected. We ride through on the train, then we’re rushed off to, at least for me, have every extra hair removed from my body - and I mean every. I meet my stylist - his name sounds something like Brewin; he dresses me up with few words and sends me out with Catoette. I honestly don’t notice what I’m wearing, nor do I care; the whole time my mind is on waving, smiling, winning the crowd, as well as observing the other tributes and their actions.

I meet up with the Careers in the Training Center: Rydel and Drew from 1, and Rachel and Carson from 4. Don’t much like Drew or Carson; I can tell right away they’re arrogant enough to charge off into the middle of the Cornucopia. That they will be one of the first to die. I don’t share my suspicions with Rydel, Catoette, or Rachel, though; don’t need Rydel and Rachel worrying about their District partners.

I don’t remember anything about the Interviews except a freakish smile drowned in purple from Caesar and the occasional laugh from the crowd. Even still, I’m fairly sure it wasn’t greatly in my favor...

During the rest of my Training I pick up names for some of the tributes, and which Districts they are from: Zar from 3, Mike from 5, Namuale from 7, Maria from 10, Maple from 11, and tiny Kat from 12. The most impressing one is probably Mike, but not by much, and certainly not enough to stand up to the Careers...

Part Two: The Actual Thing.

I bend over, preparing myself for a sprint. In front of me sits the gleaming golden Cornucopia; around it stand the other 23 tributes.
10, 9, 8, 7. I glance around at the others. My eyes meet the eyes of the boy next to me; Mike - for that was the boy - seems to silently challenge me to a staring contest.
6, 5, 4, 3. Almost synchronized, Mike and I turn back to the Cornucopia. I can see a bedroll, but that’s so close to Mike... And with a tiny look I can tell that is what he’s going for. Instead, I settle on a pack and a nice sword, hoping one of the others will grab a bedroll.
2, 1, BONG. As soon as the gong rings I propel myself forward, hardly slowing when I bend down and scoop up the pack and sword I wanted. I aim for another pack, but Namuale’s charging for it and he’s got Mike watching his back.
“Careers, come on!” Catoette’s calling for us from near the forest. I instinctively glance around; Rachel’s got a pack and a sword, Rydel’s got two packs, a bedroll, and somehow is managing to swing a sword. I can see Drew being stabbed by Maria; Carson’s lifeless body is only a few feet away from me. So much for those guys...
I would suggest the forest, but that seems to be the only way to go: the Cornucopia is full of more dead bodies than stuff, and behind it is more forest.
We run off, away from the others. We pass a creek but don’t stop; Catoette has pointed out its continuation back further into the forest.
The woods provide some difficult terrains, including a fallen tree and a series of narrow passages with low branches, but finally we make it past into tall, wet grass. We trample through that, ignoring the fact that someone could be here. I whistle a few notes to the sky, just a line of a song my mother taught me, and several birds sing back in response.
It takes us a while, but finally we come to a place where I can just see a hiding spot, or as Catoette said, a ‘base’. Unfortunately, a wide stream separates us from it, which takes a while to cross. The reason for which being the low branches of varying thicknesses spanning the stream.
The packs we’d grabbed proved full of food and armor, water and a few vials labeled ‘Poison’, a couple matches and a dagger. We pool the resources together on the bedroll, along with all of our gathered weapons. Plenty for us to each choose our favorite.

After the night passed, we decided to head back around to the Cornucopia. Rachel’s backpack helps carry most of it, but reluctantly we have to leave some behind. The trip back is far less harsh and long than the one there, now we know where we’re headed.
At the Cornucopia, we all quiet down - the way there was filled with joyful shouts and loud dares for attack. At the Cornucopia, we can hear what sounds like people in a fight, though no one is around.
I sneak ahead, gesturing for the others to stay behind me. Pity, they didn’t realize that’s what I meant and they just followed after me. Turns out, of course, it’s just a couple of mockingjays screaming at each other.
We ignore them and reach a nice path, almost as though it was prepared to be paved, with very few stray plants poking up out of the smooth dirt. “You two go ahead, we’ll stay back a few paces in case someone comes up.” Rachel suggests, gesturing to Catoette and I. We nod and pick up our pace.
After a while of walking, the sun high above our backs, Catoette and I rounded a corner to see Zar, Mike, and Namuale, walking confidently towards us. No doubt they’re thinking there’s only two of us and they can easily bring us down. Ha.
Catoette and I start striding towards them. “What do you want?” I ask them in a ‘we’re gonna kick your ass’ voice. Apparently, they don’t care.
“Confident, eh?” Mike asked, not backing up. “Careful there, wouldn’t want to get cocky.” Zar snickers at Mike’s continuation; apparently Mike’s hilarious.
I cast a lazy glance around the area, particularly behind us. Rachel and Rydel aren’t there yet; pity, I really wanted to kill these guys.
“Not much for banter; Naomi, can we just kill them now?” Catoette asked, looking over at me. I smile.
“Wait for a moment,” I say, watching the three boys in front of me. Slowly their smug looks of ‘obvious’ triumph turn to something like fear. Grand. Rachel and Rydel have arrived, and judging by the start of pounding feet, they’re running.
“Time to go!” Mike said and ran with Zar down the path. Unfortunately for him, Namuale splits off and charges through the tall wet grass. While the other Careers chase Zar and Mike, I decide ‘What the hell’ and charge off after Namuale. We’ll meet up later, right?
My sword is drawn, so close to cutting his arm. I manage to prod him with it a couple times, but nothing more. Not until he reaches a stream and slows to jump. I manage a gash in his leg, but he’s across the stream and disappearing before I could do much more than that. By that time, I decided I shouldn’t jump after him; no point, chances are with the gash I gave him he’ll die soon.
“Naomi!” Rachel calls from the path; when I turn I can barely see Catoette and Rydel following my path. “Let’s go?” Rydel suggests in her annoying quiet voice. Rachel reaches us, a water bottle almost fallen out of her backpack.
“Good idea. Where to?”
“Let’s go on back to the Cornucopia. That’s where Zar and Mike went, correct?”
Rachel shrugs. “Dunno who they are. But heading back does sound like a good idea, Naomi.” I nod.
“Let’s go, then!” Catoette says impatiently, fidgeting in place.

We stop and sleep at the Cornucopia, Rydel put on watch. We wake before the sun rises. “Can we go back to the stream?” Rydel asks, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
“We should go out by that huge field, first. Haven’t been there, and it might have people hiding there.”
After some similar conversation, we decide to check out the field first. After far less than a minute of walking, I spot that District 7 girl, Holly, running into the woods, far from us. Catoette saw her too.
“Let’s follow her back to camp! I have an idea where she might be,” he suggests, remembering the time we spent wandering the woods; that was a place we went. We all nod, and run through the grasses.
The way she went leads to the smooth path again; funny how it seems to pop up everywhere. We follow Catoette - much to my leaderly displeasure - down the path and far into the grasses. We can’t see Holly yet, but we attribute that easily to her head start. We aren’t exactly rushing to catch her up.

“Hang on, do you hear that?”
Rachel pulls on Rydel who pulls on me who forces Catoette to stop. “Hear what?” Rydel asks in response, a bit of fear entering her voice. What a weak Career.
“Don’t know what it was, but it sounded like it ‘found their base’.”
“What? Rachel, come with me. Catoette, show Rydel to Holly’s hideout. Come back after ten minutes. Ten. Minutes,” I order, grabbing Rachel’s wrist and running back around.
We reach camp soon after, only to find that it was not this they were talking about. “No point going back, chances are we’ll take different routes and get lost altogether,” Rachel reasons, sitting down by the log and pulling out a bag of cracker-like things and nuts. She tosses me the nuts, ripping open the bag of crackers.
“So, how’s life in District 4?” I try; simpy conversation had never been easy for me, and especially isn’t when I’m in the Hunger Games talking to a person I’ll have to kill later.

Naomi Pryce's Games: The Actual Thing, continued.

“Pretty good. Me and my family are pretty good fishermen, so we don’t have too hard a life. Besides, District 4’s really pretty. Maybe not as pretty as District 2, but...” Rachel shrugs, popping a few crackers into her mouth and munching noisily.
“I doubt it. You ever seen 2? Mountains, dirt, and rock. Once you’ve been there a few years, nothing’s exciting. Well, except the occasional little thing, but I’m not supposed to talk about that,” I add apologetically. “I’d tell you, but... Live TV...”
Silence falls after that, broken only by thirsty gulping at water and a hasty munching at a few of the nuts we’d kept here. “Ten minutes have definitely passed,” Rachel says finally, looking around the small grassy area.
“Probably on their way back, I’m sure,” I assure her, but since it doesn’t convince me, I’m sure it doesn’t convince her. Tense silence follows, for what seems like hours of time. Neither of us move apart from breathe; I can assume Rachel’s doing what I am. Listening for anything apart from the birds, waiting to run if the others have found us.
Then Catoette rounds the corner. “Rydel... they got her. She’s dead. Let me go, barely...” he says breathlessly; he’s obviously just run all the way here. “They’re coming!” he adds at the end, and instantly Rachel and I act.
Rachel shoves as much stuff as she can down her shirt - that thing works miracles - while Catoette and I grab the bedroll and other necessities Rachel’s shirt couldn’t carry. It takes us less than a minute, and we’re all rushing out the exit. Catoette charges off ahead, making no sign that he will stop until I call for him to wait up. I’m in the back, which means I have to wait for Rachel, who is rather encumbered by all the water and food.
We run blindly, aimlessly, until we reach a tiny island surrounded by a shallow creek. “Where’s Holly? Did you kill her?” I ask, leaning against the tree to catch my breath. I’m surprised I don’t physically droop when he shakes his head.
“No. They all teamed up. All of them, all of the 6 people still alive. And they have everything we aren’t carrying with us.”
I curse violently, under my breath. “So they’re basically the new Career pack, huh?” I ask, and Catoette nods again.
Out of the bushes Rydel bursts, gasping for breath. “Where’ve you been? We thought they killed you!” Rachel asked, utterly relieved.
“Let me go... Gave me ten minutes.... They found our camp...”
“We know, that’s why we’re here instead, and why Rachel’s shirt is so full,” I say, a little harshly. “Calm down. We’ll stay here another minute so you can rest and we can get ideas on what to do next.”
Rachel breaks the silence with a sigh. “Best go to the grasses again, right? I mean, if they know we know they were there, they wouldn’t expect us to go back, right?”
“Anyone got any other ideas? Just checking. Let’s go then, Rachel,” I say, and we get back to running.

“There!” I hiss, stretching my arm out long and rigid to stop Catoette. He grunts a little when he collides with me, but other than that we’re silent. We’re bent low in the grass, watching the group of tributes parade through the rest of the grass. We creep forward, quite a distance behind the other group, deciding to follow until the perfect spot for a sneak attack.
As we sneak, Rachel steps on a twig. Little Kat turns, and Catoette curses. I’m running already; I started when Rachel first stepped on that twig. Judging by the shouts and trampling, they’re following us.

I stop and turn, backing up. The chase has slowed, and slowly the other group is starting to fan out. They seem to be mostly focused on Catoette, Rydel, and Rachel; they have the last one cornered. But, despite trying to protect my fellows, I see Maple instruct Kat to go around behind a bush, get me from behind. I smile, and Maple sees it. She tries to call Kat back, but it’s too late.
I come around the corner of the bush; Kat stands there terrified. “Hello, there, Kitty-Kat,” I say smoothly, giving her a wicked smile. She starts to back up as I advance with my sword ready; her dagger looks so weak in her tiny hand.
I open my mouth to speak again and she turns and runs. I obligingly chase her. “Come here, Kitty-Kat!” I call after her, pushing her to run faster. I find myself running slowly just to give her a ‘chance’. I shake my head. Tut tut, Naomi...
I speed up and stab her in the back. She lets out a guttural cry, something like “Hyucgh,” as I stick the sword in further and lift her off her feet. She dangles in the air for a moment, limp but still alive. Blood trickles from her mouth, up her cheek and past the eyes that are still staring at me.
She’s still alive, I can tell by the way she’s trying to make sounds. I smile again, taking her head and twisting her around, so the sword twists in her gut. She cries out again quietly, then goes completely limp.
I jerk her off my sword, cleaning the blade on the not blood-stained, not muddy parts of her clothes and run back to the fight. Rachel’s got several cuts on her - her left leg is limp and seems useless - and fighting Zar and Maple; Rydel is dealing with Namuale, Maria, and Mike - together they’re almost completely surrounded - and Catoette is nowhere to be seen.
“Hey, Namuale!” I call. A little rash, sure, but I don’t care. “Want to finish what we started?” I challenge, coming up behind him. Rydel shoots me a grateful look when he turns around. I smile, and we get to work.
He attacks, I parry; I attack, he dodges. It seems to be endless, neither of us getting hurt and neither of us able to get close to the other. “Damn...” I mutter, as he delivers another would’ve-been-excellent blow into my sword.
Then the smell hits me, just as it hits him. Smoke, and lots of it. Maple shrieks: “Fire! Fire! Forest fire! Run!” We all do, forgetting our fights and rushing past each other into the forest.
I know the deal here. The Gamemakers start a fire to get us all to the Cornucopia, so that’s where I head. When I realize no one’s following me, I slow. I’ve outrun the fire so far, and I’ve got some time to waste.
“Catoette!” I scream as loud as I can, quickly getting over a fallen log. “CATOETTE!” I call again, and continue to call until I slip.
My hands fly for whatever they can reach, but all I get are two handfuls of grass and mud. I’m seated on a ‘river’-bank, my legs drenched up to my thigh. Well, more drenched. I rinsed my hands in the water and stood up, climbing out of the water. It was cold in there, but not as bad as I’d expected. And right then, in the middle of the Arena, with a wildfire chasing me, I have to imagine everyone watching me stand in super-tight-pants-to-the-thigh, and I smile.
And then my hands get warm again. I turn to see the wildfire right there, mere feet from me. I scramble to get a move on again, leaping over logs and sliding through the mud to get under one's that I can’t get over.
Finally I reach the Cornucopia, and I’m the first one there. The fire stops at the edge of the clean-cut grass that creates a circle around the Cornucopia. “Catoette!” I scream again, and then the surviving group makes it through the bushes, stumbling over each other in their haste.
The only person who died from the fire is Mike; the rest came through and paused for a rest at the Cornucopia. It seems now to be unanimously acknowledged that now was a time to rest, not to fight. Not yet.
It isn’t me who suggests we get a move on, it’s Zar. “Kill her, she’s the least wounded!” he suggests, pointing straight at me. I ready my weapon, watching as people come for me.
“Rachel, Rydel, a little help here?!” I call; I’ve given up on Catoette, the fire has completely surrounded us now and there’s no way he could’ve survived.
Rachel and Rydel nod and start to follow the others; almost all the others, Holly seems to be backing towards the fire, muttering prayers.
Zar strikes first, and despite his small size he surprises me by forcing me back a step. Maria strikes next, and I block her and roll to the side, narrowly avoiding Maple’s blade.
I run for the other side, swiping half-heartedly at Holly as I pass her; it is an attempt easily blocked, and that is what she did. I stop at the edge of the fire, hoping this meant they couldn’t get around me.
They haven’t reached me yet, and as I’m waiting I watch as Maple easily decapitates Rachel and Maria stabs Rydel through the heart. As Rachel’s head falls to the ground and stops at the edge of the fire, hair aflame, and Rydel’s body keels over, Maple, Maria, Zar, and Namuale start walking confidently towards me.
I move to the side, and they charge. I run again, and while I do I notice the fire wall disappear for a moment, revealing the charred ruins of the Arena. I change course and run for that, but just as I reach it it springs back to life and forces me back.
Something pokes my back, cutting into it thinly before I run to the other end and whip around. They move into position around me, victorious fire in their eyes as they see me completely cornered.
Zar attacked me first, and I quickly parried his blow. Then Maple reached out vigorously, cutting my arm to the bone.
I scream in agony and anger and swing my sword and her. I catch her leg and she falls over with a shriek of pain.
While I do that, though, my defenses are weak. Maria attacks me, and I barely manage to parry. Zar cuts the rest of my arm off quickly, taking that choice instead of killing me, and I stab at him. My sword penetrates his shoulder - unfortunately not the one holding the sword - and he backs away, sliding off my sword point.
I turn back to attack Maria again, but she’s too quick.

Naomi Pryce's Games: The Actual Thing, continued.

Utter agony rips through my belly as her sword dances through my skin, cutting me open. I fall to my knees, catching myself with my hand and coughing up blood. Loads of blood, more blood than I thought was possible to come from someone’s mouth.
I manage to stay up long enough to see my intestine and other organs sliding out into a pile on the ground, and then I fall to my side.
Just to add to the pleasant scene, a searing pain scars my head, hot and relentless. I know my hair’s on fire, just as the back of my shirt is. The fire burns my scalp and back, my innards and blood continue to pool on the grass, and I’m dead.

Gross