Maybe, A Hunger Games Fan fiction

A/N Hey all! I am going to start up Daryl's story once more! I hope Trouilefou will let me, but this hunger games will be roughly based off of her story! Please check her out! The story is called Cousin, Have Mercy. The first few chapters of this will NOT include anything of her story, everything will be from me. Daryl, Luke, Laciel, Mrs. Rivers, Mrs. Eve, Missy, and Arthur are my own OCs. Please do not take them, or use them without permission. The chapters before you will be the character history of Daryl Rivers and Missy Rivers. Please enjoy my story; I hope this will end up well! This chapter starts with an ending.

AND YES, I understand Daryl would be like Katniss in many ways, but you must understand where I am coming from. You will see soon enough in the plot.

As I'm lying here, I know imp a goner. As I stare into those blue orbs, I know I will be missed. I can feel the hot, burning liquid pool from my body, and I know this is my last time. I feel heat, a burning fire against my lips, and I feel sorrow. I know though, one day, ill see everyone again. In fact, they all have me, a piece of me, in their hearts.

It's the 68th Hunger Games year. It's also been five years since Daryl and Missiline River's father died.

It was like a normal day: Daryl was eleven years old. Missiline was one year old, and everyone called her Missy. You see, Daryl had a best friend named Luke, Luke Eve. Luke's family ran the thread and clothing store, while his family ran the current bakery. Daryl had initially no skill in baking whatsoever, but he was skilled at hunting. Daryl was a tall child, stocky and smiling a lot. He has short, blond hair, and bright, sapphire eyes. He had tan skin, and he was one of the cooler kids in the school.

Anyway, it was a Saturday morning. Daryl was teaching Luke how to hunt with their Fathers, and Missy was being watched by her happy mother and Luke's eleven year old twin, Laciel.

Laciel was a beautiful girl, but she stood out like a sore thumb. Even though she lived in Town, she had clear, light colored blue eyes, in contrast from Luke, who had deep, gray eyes. Luke also had beautiful blond hair, but that is where Laciel differed. Laciel had long, silky, dark black hair. She was also fairly pale. Daryl was starting he had a crush on the young girl.

So the Fathers and their sons were outside the fence. They had captured squirrel and rabbits. They were down by the creek, fishing, and the young boys were picking apples from the trees. All of a sudden, all of them hear gunshots. They all open their eyes wide. Quickly, Mr. Eve and Mr. Rivers shove Daryl and Luke aside behind thick honeysuckle bushes. Peacekeepers approach, their white uniforms standing out in the forest. Instantly, all Luke and Daryl see is bright red blood from their fathers, but they know to keep silent. The peacekeepers drag their dead fathers off, but the boys stay until sundown until they sprint home.

When the news is arrived home, it is hit hard on both families. The Eve Family was lucky; their mother stood up and worked harder, and Laciel started to help the thread shop soon that summer. So did Luke. But in the Rivers Family, all was not well. Daryl did not know how to bake anything in the bakery, and their mother was in a state of eternal shock. She lay in bed, cradling baby Missy, caring only for the young baby, and not Daryl. Eventually, Peacekeepers came to kick them out of the bakery since they could not afford to pay the rent. The apprentice in the bakery took over the shop, while the Rivers family moved into The Seam.

In finance, Daryl got a part time job at the Apothecary, but he only had enough money to keep the house standing. He continued hunting, feeding himself and his family, as many children in the Seam dared to do.

He stood out, Daryl Rivers. Instead of a black sheep among white, he was a white sheep among black.

The next year, he applied for tessrae. He still remained strong, but inside he was weak. In school, he maintained his profile, no matter what gaze he obtained from people.

And his best friend was always there for him. Luke helped him in school, and tutored him since Daryl had so much on his palette. They would walk to school together; Laciel, Luke, and Daryl. When he was twelve, he and his friends endured the first Reaping of their lives, and thank the heavens that none of them had gotten chosen.

And that was his life. Missiline was growing as well, and Daryl taught her everything he could find out. He made her dolls out of old cloth, toy bricks out of wood, ribbons from the Eve family.

That's how life would go on. An endless cycle, unless a miracle happened. Of course, no miracles happen in Panem, only fate and torture.

In school, Daryl was looked upon by many girls. They loved him. When he became fourteen, he started t go out with his best friend's sister... Laciel Eve. Of course, Luke did his best to be supportive, but it was just plain awkward for him. But eventually, Daryl felt the two couldn't be together.

Daryl seemed hopeless. His personality was starting to steadily diminish, but he still remained strong. He wondered if he could ever find hope and love in this world, and he did.

In a little sister named Missy.

Missy was loved by everyone she met, her large blue eyes adorable, and her blond curls bouncing in the air. She was five years old when Daryl was fifteen, and Daryl never let her out of his sight when possible. She was spoiled, and would hopefully always be safe.

But safe havens never last, do they?