A Ghoul in a Game
Chapter One: The Reaping
"Primrose, Everdeen!" said Effie Trinket, the reaper of District 12. Katniss watched as her sister, Primrose, slowly walked towards the stage. Katniss ran forward, but the Peacekeepers blocked her way. She yelled, "I volunteer!"
That was a shock, no one from 12 ever volunteered. The Peacekeepers stopped blocking her way while Gale, her childhood friend, ran up and grabbed her younger sister, Prim. She slowly and cautiously walked onto the stage with Effie. "What's your name?" "Katniss Everdeen." "I bet she was you're sister, wasn't she." Effie grinned. "Now, for the boys!" She walked over to the large ball holding a large amount of paper slips and dug her hand around.
"Peeta, Mallark!" A young blonde boy with a freighted look began to walk towards the stage before his loud and monotone voice exclaimed, "I volunteer for Peeta Mallark!"
The blonde boy stopped dead in his tracks while he and Katniss tracked down the voice. Katniss finally found the voice walking towards stage and saw the first giveaway to who he was. The white hair, the black fingernails, the dull, gray, blank and dead iris. It was Ken Kaneki, a monster of men, a human Shinigami.
'Why'd it have to be him?' Katniss thought. His feet walked towards the stage. He was so irregular he reminded Katniss almost of someone from the Capitol, with their hair styles and colors, their thin skin, their painted nails, though she doubted his nails were painted for a fashion statement. As he walked onto the stage and near Katniss, she finally began to notice the details of him that truly scared her.
He had pale, white skin. He had black fingernails and toenails, and she wondered why they were such a dark color. Along with his pale skin, he had white as snow hair. It was so white, it looked fake. It reminded her of the Capitol people who dyed their hair such a fake color. She looked in his one visible eye, which was a dull, gray color. She looked into it and felt anger and death radiating from it. Monotone, that's what he was like.
"Well," Effie started. "Shake hands!" Katniss reached her hand out first, and saw Kaneki stare at it for a while, before he finally decided to extend his own hand. As his arm reached out, the long sleeve of his shirt went above his wrist, and before Kaneki could retract his hand, she noticed a large scar on his wrist.
Her eyes widened and he must've been able to tell from her reaction that she saw his scar, because he retracted his hand back immediately and pulled his sleeve down. "There you have it!" Effie exclaimed. "Your tributes from District 12!"
They were split up, and given a while to say goodbye to their family and friends. Katniss said goodbye to Prim, her mother, Madge, who gave her a golden mockingjay button, and Gale. Kaneki, however, didn't see anyone. He was alone. It was short journey in a car from the Justice Building to the train station. Katniss had never ridden in a car before, but it seemed normal for Kaneki.
When they arrived at the train station, they were swarmed by reporters with cameras aimed on them. The first volunteers of District 12. Katniss was pretty good at wiping her face of emotions, so she took a glance at the screen with a live stream of the arrival. She almost looked bored, but Kaneki. He looked like his outfit, monotone, no emotions, and no sign of living.
Katniss was never on a train, and it was a brand new experience for her, but once again, Kaneki looked like it was normal. The only trains District 12 used was ordinary coal trains. It was one of the Capitol's high-speed trains that has an average of 250 miles per hour. With the speed, they would arrive at the Capitol in less than a day.
Katniss and Kaneki split up and went to their rooms, where they found drawers of fine clothes, a private bathroom with hold and cold water, a dressing area, and a bedroom area. An hour later, Effie went to fetch Katniss since Kaneki hadn't responded to her knock. Katniss arrived at the dining area with just Effie there.
"Where's Kaneki and Haymitch?" she asked. Effie looked like she was disgusted at their names. "Haymitch said he was going to take a nap, and Kaneki…I don't know." A pale, pair of hands grabbed Katniss's shoulders. "Look behind you, Katniss."
She almost jumped through the roof in surprise. She turned around and saw Kaneki, in his regular monotone-self, take a seat next to her. She wondered how someone could sneak up on her without her even noticing. She calmed herself back down, and took her seat. "Where's the drunkard?" Kaneki blatantly asked.
"Taking a nap." "That idiot, I'm going to go get his drunk body out of bed." Kaneki stood up and left. A few minutes later, they heard loud yelling and after a bit longer, Kaneki came out from the hall dragging Haymitch by his leg. Kaneki looked down at him, and said, "Old man, sober up. It's our lives on the line, and if we die, it's on you. Do you want another set of tributes death on your hands because you were too drunk to care once again?"
That night, there was a tense mood over the whole group. In the morning, Haymitch came out with them, drinking a red spirit. "Haymitch, you are supposed to be sober, give me that." Kaneki said, reaching out his hand for the drink. Haymitch guarded it protectively and said, "No." Kaneki suddenly disappeared and re-appeared with Haymitch's drink and started pouring it down the drain.
Haymitch ran over to him and sent a kick towards his head. Kaneki just continued doing what he was doing, and grabbed his leg behind his back, and flipped him over onto the carpet. Haymitch laid on the floor and Kaneki grabbed his arm, and pushed his body back down with his foot. "Haymitch, if you don't sober up, just remember…" Kaneki leaned down and whispered something into his ear, and Haymitch looked genuinely scared.
Soon the Capitol came into view and Kaneki went over to the window to look out.
He was in shock over the largeness of the Capitol and soon began to feel sick. These people cheered to watch them fight to the death. They could all die and he wouldn't feel a sliver of sympathy for them. Kaneki sat back down at the table, and Haymitch confronted him. "Hey, Kaneki?" Kaneki nodded. He must've had a look of disgust on face cause Haymitch asked him, "Hey, you alright? I don't want my tributes dying before the Games."
"These disgusting people in the Capitol. If I could kill them all, I wouldn't even have a shred of guilt."
Author's Note: SO WHAT DID YOU THINK OF IT!? OMFG I haven't posted anything for so longgggggggggg…ANYWAY, just know, I have not given up on RWBY Ghoul, its just I am creating a whole new thingy. Its hard work. Anyway, I hope you like this brand new story!