Chapter Three -Not so Weak-
This will probably be all in 3rd person. I'm honestly hooked on writing this story.
3rd person
Each of the two were scared, Y/n hid it well, calmly walking behind Lachlan. Mitch looked slightly uneasy, rubbing his neck every now and then. Lachlan stopped in front of a door, turning the nob with a 'click'. "Sit." He commanded bluntly, walking in a sitting down behind an oak wooden desk. Mitch and Y/n each took a seat in front of it, shuffling slightly. "Now," He started with a slight smile, "Normally, I wouldn't hesitate to cut your jugulars out," Each flinched. "But, that little show was....amusing. We need more of that. A rivalry between two of the same districts. The audience would eat it up!" "What if we don't want to be rivals?" Mitch asked hesitantly. Y/n glanced at him, even if she saw nothing, she did it, but remained silent. "Team up?" Lachlan asked with a critical glare. "Well, I-I guess." He laughed at him, "No. There is no teaming up in the Games. Only cold blooded murder." Y/n shot out of her seat, enraged, "NO! That isn't right! No one deserves to die! Expeshially not innocent children!" Lachlan was slightly taken back by her outburst, but stood up as well, "Well, Y/n, this isn't your choice. You have no say in the games." She glared at the man the best she could, "You can't make us do this! The people will fight back! There will be an uprising!" He chuckled slowly, "Well well well, someone's actually brave enough to speak up." "I'm not scared if you." She hissed. Lachlan smirked, "You should be." He got up, walking around the desk and stopping beside her. He drew back his fist, "You're just a weak, scared little girl. You shouldn't talk like that to adults," He swung it towards her. Just as fast, she caught it, twisting it behind his back and kneeing him between the knees. He grunted slightly, almost screaming. Without a word, she shoved him to the ground, and walked out of the room. Mitch slowly got up, starring at Lachlan as he struggled to get to his feet. "I don't think she's that weak...or scared." Mitch muttered, walking out. Y/n slammed open the doors to the cafeteria, taking her seat back beside Jex. "What happened!??" She asked with big eyes. The girl smiled slightly, "He tried punching me....but I kicked him in the nuts." She laughed loudly, "Oh my god! Really!? To Lachlan!? Geez! I'll make sure to stick to your side!" Y/n giggled. Mitch, finally arriving, walked over to them, limping slightly from the previous beating he reserved. "Mind if I sit down?" He asked the (H/c) haired girl. She shrugged, "Go ahead, I can't stop you." Mitch scoffed, taking a seat, "Yeah right! You made Lachlan go down! And kicked my ass, just to prove a point. Pretty sure you can! But thanks anyways." She grinned, humming. AN awkward silence passed between the three. "Well," Jex clapped her hands, standing up, "I'm gonna go gossip, so, you know...have fun!" She skipped away. "Look," Mitch started, turning towards her, "I think we got off on the wrong foot. What I said before was uncalled for, and I deserved what followed. Plus, I reeeaaally don't want to be rivals, so, could we start over?" The girl nodded. He smiled, "Alright, hello, my name's Mitch, pleasure to meet you." He took her hand, pressing his lips to it. "Being a gentlemen?" Y/n smiled, a slight blush dusting her cheeks, "Well, Hello Mr. Mitch, my name's Y/n." He smiled, shaking her hand. That's when it struck her. This was the boy who helped her. The boy who helped her walk, to the podium. She chose to put the thought aside. And for five minutes strait, they talked. Te doors swung open, "It's time to train." Lachlan hissed, "Get up and follow me!" Everyone quickly did. Except for Y/n, who took her sweet time. Lachlan didn't dare speak to her, whether he was scared, or didn't want to make a fool of himself, or maybe something else. People noticed it, though. All whispering and giggling about it. "Next person to speak of it gets their tongue cut out." He bluntly growled. That shut everyone up. He lead the group of twenty threw the building, stopping in front of double doors, he turned around, "In here, you will learn to fight, cook, climb, how to survive the harsh games. You will train in this room for eight hours. Then you will be brought back to the cafeteria, to eat, after that, everyone will be brought to their rooms." He pushed open the doors, "Go." Everyone flooded in. A few instantly went to the bows, Mitch being one, some went to learn how to properly skin a hare, or learn which berries were deadly. Some went to spare, or learn to shoot guns. Y/n stood awkwardly, not knowing what to do. "I could help you if you'd like." A kind voice offered. She smiled slightly, "Alright, if you're okay with it. May I know you're name?" The teen smiled, the same age as her, "Ty." He had brown hair that draped over a maroon eye. He wore a standered 'V' neck and some tattered grey jeans. "I could teach you how to shoot a bow?" He suggested. The girl nodded with a smile, "That would come in handy." He guided her carefully to the area, grabbing a bow and quiver. Ty handed it to her, "Now, you're (Left/Right) hand would go here," He grabbed her hand, placing it in the correct area, "And you're (Right/Left) hand here." Mitch couldn't help but look over. He saw how the boy was close to her, his chest almost touching her. The way he spoke. The way he touched her hands. The way she responded, innocent and sweet, unaware of what he was doing. Mitch glared at him in disgust. He wondered why he even cared. He didn't....like Y/n, did he? No, of course not, he decided. Ty looked at him, flashing a smirk. Mitch flared up, pulling back the string of his bow and the arrow. Without breaking eye contact, he released. Getting a perfect bulls-eye.
It was a warning.
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