A/N: Hello! So this is my Hunger Games/Victorious crossover. I won't make it OVERLY disgusting with blood and gore. But what's the Hunger Games without blood and gore?

So let me say that in the beginning, the gang has no clue who one another are. I think it makes it cooler that way.

By the way, let me just tell you the districts right now. Tori is in 1, Jade in 2, Cat in 3, Beck in 4, Andre in 5, and Robbie in 6. This is the 74th Hunger Games, because I want Katniss and Peeta to be in it.

Honestly, Katniss, Peeta, and Rue are the only 3 characters from the actual Hunger Games that I want to be in it. So….yeah.

Ok, enough. On to the reaping!

Tori POV

I sat in the living room of my house, in my district. I had on a nice and pretty dress, for today was a very important day in the nation of Panem. It's scary, but it's gone on for over 50 years. It's not normal, but everyone is forced to do it by the Capitol.

We call it The Hunger Games.

Long story short, twenty four tributes go in. One comes out alive. We fight to our death.

I am 16, so I only have two more years after this to survive through. I think I have made it for 4 years now, why can't I make it for 2 more?

My mom walked up behind me. She was significantly shorter than me, and starting to look aged and worn. She had a dress on herself, her waist-length hair French braided down her back like mine was. She slipped a blue bow into my hair.

I looked into the mirror. The bones in my neck and shoulders were sticking out, as I wasn't very well fed. Food was scarce around here. My cheekbones were naturally very noticeable, but I happened to notice they were more pronounced now. I sighed.

My older sister, Trina, was getting ready too. She used to be obnoxious and annoying. But after she got called for the Hunger Games last year and her best friend volunteered for her and ended up dying, Trina wasn't as rambunctious. In fact, she hardly talked at all.

That was her last year of being eligible for the Games. She now wore my mom's old dress for the reapings, even though she knew she wouldn't be called anymore.

Trina walked up to me and put her hand on my shoulder. I turned to her, fear in my eyes.

"You'll be ok," she said. She pulled me into a hug and I cherished that moment for as long as possible.

We walked together with my mother out to the reaping.

Cat POV

I turned to my brother, fear flooding my eyes as I knew we had to go to the reaping soon. He was too old to be called for the Games, but I wasn't too young. I could easily be called.

"Cat if I could volunteer for you I would…I'd volunteer for anyone…" said my brother, Frankie.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "I know."

I looked in the mirror one last time at my outfit. A simple pink dress, with a small bow in my hair. My hair was braided down my back, just like 99.9 percent of the other girls in all the other districts. There was a few exceptions of people who never braided their hair.

Frankie grabbed my hand, and I looked at him. He had a trace of a tear streaming down his face. He looked scared.

"I'll be fine," I assured him, though I wasn't sure myself.

Hand in hand, we walked to the reaping.

Jade POV

I stared blankly in the mirror at my attire for the reaping. It was the 74th Hunger Games, which I had lost my little brother to last year. I promised myself that I would volunteer myself for this Hunger Games for him.

I wore a plain black dress that went down to my ankles. My hair, unlike every other girl's, was not braided. It was simply left hanging, though it was brushed out nicely. It fell to my shoulders in waves.

My dad, the only one who I had left, stood next to me in his nice suit. He hated me with passion as I had not volunteered for my brother last year (because I was too shocked to do anything).

I needed someone to comfort me, tell me things would be ok in there. But I knew my chances were 1/24 in that arena.

I was going to die. But frankly, I didn't care. I just wanted to make my mark, do something to honor my brother Jacob.

My dad's cold eyes met mine as I turned around.

"Let's go," he said simply.

Keeping a great distance, we walked out to the reaping.

Beck POV

I walked to the reaping in a daze, afraid I was going to get called. I may seem all "tough" and "fearless" on the outside. But on the inside, these Games are my greatest fear. Why you may ask? Because I watched my brother die in them. And I will never EVER forget seeing that happen live on the television.

I was so tempted to volunteer right away before the name was even called, that is, if I wasn't called. But I was scared, I do admit that. I didn't want to die. But I felt like I needed to, to honor him. My brother.

I was now in the square, ready to go. Ready for the reaping to begin.

May the 74th Hunger Games begin, I thought to myself bitterly.

Andre POV

I stood in the square of my district, the reaping about to begin. My heart was pounding furiously, and a sheen of sweat coated my face and lips. I had so many slips in that reaping ball; I was surely doomed. There was just no way I could escape it. I was screwed.

Our mayor stepped onto the wooden stage. The normal routine began, where he just read a bunch of stuff.

All the while, I couldn't take my eyes off of that glass ball which held at least 20 slips with my name on them. Not to mention the 5 slips that had my little sister's name on them.

If my sister's name was called, the only thing I could do was volunteer for the boy tribute and try to protect her. how I hated these Hunger Games with a passion. That's what our nation revolves around, and we all know it. How sick that is.

Soon enough, the names were being drawn from the ball.

I glanced down at my sister, a mere 14 years old. She had no training in anything.

The flash of fear in her eyes was unmistakable. I tried to reassure her, knowing it was probably of no use.

"Amelia Harris!"

My heart dropped. I felt all the blood drain out of my face. I couldn't believe what had just happened.

Tears filled my sister's eyes as she looked back at me.

I mouthed to her that I promised to volunteer. She nodded and took a deep breath, then walked onstage.

"And for our male tribute: Jacob Porter!"

Before she could even get his name out, I screamed, "I VOLUNTEER!"

Our "Reaper" as I liked to call her looked over in my direction and smiled a sick, twisted smile at me. She motioned for me to walk onstage.

"And who are you?" she asked me, holding the microphone up to my face.

"Andre Harris," I said. She chuckled.

My sister ran up to me and grabbed my hand.

"Well, wouldn't want her to steal all the glory, huh? I give you the tributes of District 5!" said our reaper.

I knew my life was about to change BIGTIME.

Robbie POV

"And the male tribute for district 6 is…Robbie Shapiro!"

I swear the whole world stopped turning. Time froze. Any bodily functions going on with me stopped completely. I couldn't believe a word I had just heard.

But I knew it was true. I was the 74th Annual Hunger Games' District 6 Male Tribute. I was a piece of the Games. I was going to die. I had no choice.

"I'm screwed," I whispered to myself.

I walked up onstage where the female tribute, some girl named Allison, stood next to me.

"I present to you the tributes of District 6!"

My eyes darted around for my brother, the 22 year old man whom I lived with after I lost my parents to a tragic accident long ago.

I finally found him, and his eyes were full of fear. i tried to reassure him, but I knew it was useless.

This was it. I'm done for.

The Girls' and Beck's POV

"And the girl/boy tribute is…"

Please don't let it be me…please don't let it be me…please! Thought Cat and Tori.

Calm yourself, Jade, Jade thought.

It'll be ok, Beck thought.

"Cat Valentine!"

"Tori Vega!"

Both girls walked solemnly up to the stage, in pure shock.

"Jade West!"

Wow, I didn't even have to volunteer, Jade thought bitterly. She walked up to the stage, thinking nothing of anyone or anything at that moment.

"Beck Oliver!"

Beck seemed a bit surprised that he was actually called and didn't have to volunteer. He shrugged slightly and walked up to the stage.

This one's for you, Tommy, Beck thought.

They were officially part of the Games.

The Games had begun.

A/N: So…good? Bad? Terrible? Please review! Another chapter coming tomorrow!