Doctor Who & Hunger Games
The Final Hunger Games (a.k.a. 76th)
Chapter 1 – Reaping Day
Katniss' daughter (Bliss) POV
Reaping day. Can't wait. (If you're stupid – that was sarcasm.) Everyone's waiting for a 'surprise' announcement about what the twist will be. After all, it's the last ever (hopefully) Hunger Games. There's got to be a twist, right? Anyway, it's been nearly 30 years since the last games, which makes me eligible for it. In case you didn't know; My name is Bliss Mellark. I am 13 years old. My mum is famous for being the face of the previous rebellion, and my dad was the one who helped her. One more thing, I'm scared for my life. (Again, if you're stupid – reaping day makes me scared.)
When I get up in the morning, I nearly start crying. I'm surprised I don't. But, the 'odds are in my favour' because my name is only in there twice. No-one needs tessarae anymore. It's fair. But that makes it fair for everyone else too. So I'm more likely to be chosen because no-one's name is in there like, 40 times. But would that change a thing? My mum tells the story of how her sister's name was in there once and she got chose, whereas her (ex) friend was in there 42 times and didn't get chose. (I put the 'ex' in there because it's clear she hates him now.)
"Bliss!" I hear my mum call,
"Coming!" I look in the mirror and smile at myself. But then stop. I guess I like pretty but the dress itself is dangerous to wear. My mum said it was the dress that her sister wore on her first reaping. I didn't want to wear it because I thought it would make mum cry, but I think I reminded her of her sister so I left the subject alone. From the paintings that dad does, and the way that mum describes her, I guess I look a lot like Primrose did – tiny and blonde with blue eyes.
Then my mum calls for my younger brother, "Danny!"
"I don't want to get up!" he calls back. I sigh quietly. Over the past few days Danny has been going on about how if I get picked he should be allowed to volunteer. He's only 10 so he can't. I walk into his room.
"Danny." He looks at me then stuffs his head under his pillow. I slump onto his bed. "Look, I'm not going to get picked, OK? And if I do, I have mum and dad's blood in me. We're all survivors, us Mellarks. Yeah?" He peeked at me,
"Yeah…but I'm still volunteering for you."
"Danny, don't. You could get killed by one of the tiny ones." He begins to protest but I stop him, "Don't volunteer for me." I stride out of the room, go into the kitchen, and speed through a bowl of warm porridge. On reaping day, the only thing that will be able to calm me.
Mum puts her elbows on the table and her head in her hands, "Are you OK?"
"What do you think?" I reply, and we both laugh.
She walks out of the room and then comes back in with her famous Mockingjay pin.
"Mum, no. I'm not going to wear that. It's your token, not mine."
"Please, for me." She looks at me with pleading eyes so I take it and pin it over my heart.
"But remember this – I'm coming back today. I'm not going to get picked." Then came in Danny, dressed smartly even though he wasn't ever going to be picked today. I rolled my eyes as I turned away. "I'm going to go talk to dad." I say then hurry out and into my parent's room. He doesn't notice me. He's sitting on a stool and looking through an old book. I don't recognise it. I close the door and the click jumps him.
"What's that you got there, Peeta?"
"It's dad to you. And it's nothing."
"If it's nothing then why are you bothering to read it?"
He sighs, "Because the nothingness of it is interesting, OK?"
"I don't get it. Maybe I'll get this whole thing if I take a look inside." I grab the book and he doesn't protest. I open the page and see on the first page me with a goat licking my face. Then I read the words and realize it's Primrose with her old goat Lady.
I start flicking through everything, not recognising much. I see different bits that I point out to dad that I know.
"Wasn't she that mad bridesmaids of mums?"
"Didn't she steal mums medication in hospital?"
"That's Grandpa Haymitch!"
"Did you frost that cake?"
Dad smiles everytime I do so. But then mum comes in and sees me. Panic fills her eyes,
"Peeta why did you let her-"
"She's 13, Katniss."
"I'm 13, Katniss." They can't help laughing. "Look, mum. I want to know about your past. I know everything that I want to know about The Hunger Games, now I want to know everything that made up your life."
"Sorry did you just say you were 13?" mum says, and I look back down at the book. A man is there, with a hand full of sugar cubes. I identify him as my god father; Finnick. (Although he died before I was born.) I turn the page to see mum and dad, so young, back to back, with their hands full of berries. Nightlock. I know this bit. The moment that my parent's defied the Capitol. I go to say something, but I hear the bell, so I just say,
"We've got to go."