Sang is chosen for the Culling, a series of fights to the death that are generally played by men. In fact, Sang is the first woman selected, well, ever. As the games start, and Sang forms bonds with a group of nine men, she comes to realize that the...
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Sang
"Are you nervous?" Luke asked me as we stood around the training hall with the other tributes. Everyone was dressed and ready to go in 'official' tribute gear, and after breakfast we had been ushered into this location.
I shook my head at him. I hadn't been too worried, honestly. None of us had been, because we at least had the knowledge that whatever it would be, it would not be life-threatening. It wouldn't make any sense for it to be so. I was more nervous about the fact that I'd be on television, being watched by the population, than I was about the assessments themselves.
I had spent the rest of the day yesterday resting and being with the boys. We had only days left of 'relaxation' before the start of the games, and I had wanted to treasure every moment. I didn't want to spend another minute away from them, worrying.
Sure, I was still anxious about my past, memories, being a terrible person, and all that. However, what the boys said had stuck with me, and I wanted to prove to them that their faith in me was not unfounded.
No matter what happened now, I wanted them to be proud.
No. The only thing that made me nervous at the moment was the heavily tattooed man that stood next to a small podium in the training hall.
He was dressed in dark jeans, and he wore a shirt with a vicious looking bear on it. The shirt was tight on him - the sleeves almost appeared ready to rip at his biceps. But that wasn't what was frightening. I had never seen someone with tattoos before, he had so many... and his piercings...
He also didn't have a very friendly expression on his face either and, because of that, all the other tributes were giving him a wide berth. It didn't help matters that every once in awhile he'd glance over at me with an intense look in his eyes, and it scared the crap out of me.
North didn't seem to like him either. He had remained at my side from the second we entered the room, growling under his breath the whole time. However, I had a feeling that North's reasoning for not liking the man, and my reasons for being uncomfortable, were not one and the same.
