I hope you like it! This chapter's a bit short, but I hope it's okay, I know it's not really very good, but it's my first attempt at writing a fanfic :3.
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Chapter 1; Finnick's P.o.v
"Annie Cresta!"
Oh no. I think. Not her. Please, not her.
Annie Cresta, is a sweet, innocent girl. She doesn't look like she'd harm a fly. I don't know her, but she's one of the few people I wish I did. I saw her swimming a few times, at the beach. I was surprised at how well she swam for her age. She must have been about 11, but she looked so much younger. Her face is very childlike, and she's tiny, but she has a beautiful smile.
I didn't want to look at her, as she made her way to the stage, but I force myself to, like every year. I never want to know who I'm going to be mentoring. Who I'm going to be sending off to their death.
She took small, slow steps to the stage, but as soon as she reached the Peacekeepers, they kept nudging her forward. They always do this, if they feel a tribute is going to slow. It's like they cant wait to send them off into the arena. Like they cant wait to see them die.
She took her place on stage, looking around the crowds of people. I know what she's thinking, will anyone take her place, when they call for volunteers? It was the same thought I had when I stood on that stage. "Now, before we move onto the boys, are there any volunteers?" Cecelia, District four's escort, asked. District Four fell silent. Like it does every year, when this question is asked.
There are tons of people that could take Annie's place. District Four, has turned into what we call a Career district. Although it's technically illegal, over the past few years, people have started to train, in case they get reaped. Most people haven't gotten strong, or brave enough to volunteer, yet, but in a few years, I know we'll have tons of people volunteering. This has happened for decades in Districts one and two, but now it's happening here. I found my self wishing, hoping, that one of them would come forward now.
Snap out of it. I order myself. Just because we're becoming a Career district, doesn't mean people are lining up to die, like the others.
In the other districts, becoming a tribute is an honour. District One and Two always get tons of volunteers. Mainly it's all the kids that have been ordered by their parents to volunteer, when they are strong enough and reach a certain age. I can't imagine the type of person who would train their child to become a killing machine and order them into an arena to die, so they have the chance of becoming wealthy and famous. It makes me sick to my stomach.
As I thought, nobody volunteered. There was a moment of complete silence for a moment, until Cecelia sighed. I know she wants an exciting year, where we get loads of volunteers, so she has a chance of moving up to the better districts. Annie turns around to look at me and Mags, another District four victor, my fellow mentor. I can see the fear in her face and her eyes are screaming 'help!'. I look down at my hands. I can't stand to see that much fear on anyone, let alone someone I'm going to have to see die.
"Well, lets get onto the boys then!" Cecelia sighs again. Cecelia has one of those Capitol accents that I can't stand. They're highpitched, annoying and they never seem to open their mouth wide enough.
I watch as her hand enters the large, glass bowl and searches around for a moment, until she finally picks up a small piece of folded paper. "Stefan Collins!" She beamed.
A tall, big built boy got nudged towards the stage, by the people around him. His face was full of fear, but he walked steadily towards the stage, faster than most people, I gathered he just wanted this to be over and done with.
"Are there any volunteers?" Cecelia asks. I might be wrong, but she sounded hopeful. Desperate, even, but nothing. District four fell silent again.
"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen. This years tributes. Annie Cresta and Stefan Collins! Happy Hunger Games, everybody. And may the odds be ever in your favour!"
Applause filled the square as Annie and Stefan get escorted off the stage by the Peacekeepers into the Justice Building. This is the hour where the loved ones of the tributes say their final goodbyes.
