Lovise Holst-Mathiasen
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As soon as we arrived at downtown, everyone opened way for me to pass, all dying for it to be me instead of any of them risking their necks in this sick fucking game. But instead of showing fear, I kept my head high, a grin on my lips, and strode towards the front of the crowd, and to the platform where the leader of the area, my grandma, and the representative of the Capital Area 0 were.
"It won't be you," grandma said loudly, scornful. "You will die."
"It will be me," I said, rising my broken nails and staring at it as if it was more interesting than her, which it is. "Seven," I began to count, and I heard the little buzz of the camera turning to me, "six," displaying it to all the areas and to the capital what's happing, "five," as well as showing it to the people in the back, "four," who can't see me because it's far, "three," I grinned viciously and rose my eyes to my grandma, "two," I tilted my head, defying her with my eyes, "one."
Mockingly, I looked up, finding the golden tear of Mallory floating above my head, then, I gasped, pretending to be surprised.
"Fuck, it's me," I fake cried, "I had no idea," then, keeping the fake shocked face, I glared at her, "it's not like my bloodline isn't very much blessed, to always be picked for these funny games, right? I mean, my dad, my brother, and my mom did die in the past 21 years. I'm the only Mathiasen standing that hasn't been picked, it was obvious that it would be me, I knew that from the second mom was picked when I was 14."
She stared at the tear above my head and everyone around me began to whisper about it, which was very expected.
"And you are wrong about something, Greta Mathiasen," I made all emotions dry from my face, "I will not die," then I turned to face the camera, "I will be alive at the end of this, because I am not weak like my family or those who came before me, I do not act emotionally, I have plan, instincts, and intuition," then to my grandma, whose jaw was on the ground in dismay and definitely disgust, that's all she has for me. "I'm stronger than you, I'll accomplish what you never did, and I will take your place for myself, dear grandmother."
Turning my back to my grandma, I faced the crowd.
"I am not my mother, I am not my brother, I am not my father, I am not my maternal aunt, I am not my grandmother, or anyone that came before me in the Mathiasen bloodline, but I am truthful, I am strong-willed, and I have a word. Yes, a part of me wants revenge on the Haynes for killing the ones I loved, but that would be sacrificing the greater good, which is you, my people. In ancient times, we were called Danish, a people of strong roots and origins, and that's intrinsic inside of me, inside of all of you!"
I rose my voce. "Revenge isn't important to me, but winning if, as winning is a rebellion on itself. I promise you that will bring us back to the top 10, to the top 5 if possible. So, I know this will be hard to ask you, but if you can, vote for me not to die soon, you may have avoided me, but you know me. We are just 100.000 people compared to the other areas. I will understand if you," more than three tomatoes hit me, making me freeze.
Then more than one hundred rained after that, and I took it all.
"Well," I pushed the tomatoes from my face to the ground, "it's an honor to be so well accepted by you. Should I just kill myself first and bring you all down to the 28th?" I mocked and many gasped, hitting me with other fruits and vegetables. "To think you're in the 27th area and wasting food like this, tsk, you really don't learn. Alright, I play it solely for myself and my aunt," then I raised both my middle fingers. "Go fuck yourselves," then to my grandma and the cameras, "fuck you all, ungrateful bitches, I hope the next game is all with 10-year-old children so you will lose your children and siblings, I curse you all."
"Not emotional, uh?" Grandma mocked bitterly.
"Fuck you, Greta Mathiasen," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "It is all your fault that they died, because you made them go for revenge. So you better beg that I die in there, because if I don't, fuck, I'll fucking kill you myself. I fucking hate you, and I hate being connected to you by blood, more than anything in the world."
"How dare you,"
"It's time!" Ken Byrne, the representative of area 0 spoke over her, and turned to me. "Time to come with us, Lovise Mathiasen."
"It's Holst-Mathiasen," I snapped. He glared at me, I glared back.
"You know what?" Grandma snapped. "I hope you die in there," her words made me freeze. "Try being the third to die so we'll be one area up, your mother already fucked us too soon. But I truly hope you will die in the worse way possible in there, that's what you deserve, you're cursed and I hope the curse dies with you. It was a blessing to me, but to you? You will be cursed to die, just like you were cursed to be born, so, be useful for once."
"How dare you talk to her like that?" Aunt Jo screamed. "You are a monster, Greta, a monster. You,"
"Don't waste your time, auntie," I turned to her. "Have faith in me."
She ran to hug me one last time crying, taking me off the ground and I hugged her back, "Survive so you can kill her," she said in my ears. "I love you most, I'll miss you, and I'll cheer for you from here."
I nodded, "That will give me strength enough," I smiled softly, and hugged her one more time, kissing her cheek. "Believe in me."
"I do and I always will."
"Sorry for the tomatoes," I giggled putting space between us. "Keep your eyes on the TV, I promise to give you a good and lasting show."
"Love,"
"I will be okay," I winked and she nodded, then I squeezed her hand one last time, before turning to Ken Byrne and walking towards the stair at the side of the platform and up on it.
Still dripping with the tomatoes that rained on me.
"One thing I like about me," I turned to grandma, who was already glaring at me, "is that I'm nothing like you and I never will be. Someone who loves how it sounds when they speak. You're not telling the truth, you are just being mean. But I mean every word I said," then I turned one last time to the camera. "As the 27th tribute, I'll wear black, but by the end of this stupid game, I'll wear the color I'm dripping in now, red, and it won't be because of my blood, it'll be because of yours. See you in 100 days."
Winking, I gave all of them my middle fingers one more time, and strode inside of the platform, where they will take me out of here.
But before I could think, something hit my head and I fainted.