***** I own none of the characters or the Hunger Games.

Chapter 1

The country of Panem is divided into districts as everyone knows. What the people of Panem know it that the people of each district are different creatures. For example District 1 is the more beautiful vampires; District 2 is the blood thirsty vampires. Each district is something different, like District 12 is werewolves, my home district. During the darks days somehow all of these creatures came together to fight the Capitol, but they still lost creating the Hunger Games with it. Any creature boy or girl age 12-18 could be chosen to compete. And every year it's usually District 1 and 2 coming away as the winners. My district has actually only had one winner and now he's a drunken bastard.

Sadly I'm human, while my whole family are werewolves. I don't know how that happened, but I'm sure that's why my mother hates me as much as she does. Ohh sorry, I'm Peeta Mellark and I'm the only human in the whole family. I work in my family's bakery and even though I'm human I'm expected to do just as much work as my werewolf brothers. I can lift well over one hundred pounds, because of my mother pushing me. My dad doesn't push me as hard, because he understands that I simply can't do what other werewolves can.

Today was the day of the reaping and even though I'm human my name's in the glass bowl. I was painting the cakes in the back of the bakery. This is the only time I get to myself. I'm also the only one in the family that can paint, I pay attention to detail and the beauty in everything around me, and my brothers don't.

I heard a knock on the back door and got up to answer it. I opened the door to see Gale Hawthorne standing there with a squirrel in hand. Luckily my mother was in town, she won't let dad trade bread for squirrels. Even though they are werewolves they do eat breads and stuff like that.

"Hey Peeta, is your dad around?" he asked.

"Yeah, hold on while I get him. You can come in if you want," I said opening the door.

"Thanks," he said walking in.

I went up to the front of the bakery knowing dad was setting out some loaves of bread.

"Hey dad, Gale's here," I said.

"Thanks Peeta," he said grabbing a loaf and walked to the back.

I went back also to get my cakes done. I was working on a flower design. I wasn't paying attention to what they were saying. I needed to paint this right, so I zone everything else out. I heard footsteps walk past me and the backdoor close, so I knew they were done trading. A little bit later I was done with my cake and moved it to the front window display.

"PEETA GO GET YOUR BATH!" I heard my mother yell from the back.

I nodded and went up the stairs. Once I was done with my bath I went to my room finding some of my brother's old clothes lying on my bed. I dressed in the clothes they were a little lose, but I looked good. There was a knock on my door and my dad walked in in. He smiled at me and combed my hair back. I didn't like it, but I had to look nice. Once he was done he directed me down stairs. My mother and brothers were ready waiting on me.

We walked to the justice building together. My oldest brother Rye was too old, so he could stand back with my parents. My older Wade was 18, so this was his last year. Unlucky me I still had two years ahead of me. Once Wade and I had our fingers pricked we were escorted in. I sighed looking at the Capitol's logo on the huge screens. Effie came on stage happy as usual. She played the video sent to us from the Capitol. I didn't really care; this just needed to be over. Effie started with the girls as usual. She called our Primrose Everdeen and I couldn't believe it. She had just turned 12, this was her first time. The Peacekeepers were escorting her to the stage when Katniss her sister volunteered.

I used to have a crush on Katniss and even saved her. My mother beat the shit out of me for burning that bread. Let me say that when you get beat by a werewolf it takes forever to heal. She ignored me, so I just gave up on liking her. Once Katniss was on stage Effie drew the boy.

"Peeta Mellark," she said as everyone turned to be.

I couldn't believe it my name was drawn. I have no chance; I'll be one of probably two humans in the games. I was escorted to the stage. I was going to die and I knew it. There was no chance of me coming home. A human has never won the games. Effie told us to shake hands, which we did awkwardly may I add. We were then escorted into the Justice building. I had never been in here and it was nice, too bad it was also my last time in here. I was placed in a room and waited. A few minutes later my family came in. Wade and Rye both embraced me; they knew I wasn't coming home. They had nothing to protect anymore. My mother looked the same as she always does.

"District 12 might have a winner this year," was all she said before walking out.

I knew she wasn't talking about me. It was Katniss; she was the hunter, a werewolf, while I was the baker, a human. My brother's let go of me and left. My dad was next; he gave me a sad smile before pulling me in his arms.

"Peeta you're not weak, you may be human but you're as strong as a werewolf," he said to me.

"Dad I'm going up against vampire's, who feed off the very thing that keeps me alive. I don't stand a chance," I said feeling the tears run down my cheeks.

"Just believe Peeta," he said giving me a hug, before the Peacekeeper called time.

I waited for what seemed like forever, before I was escorted to a car. I was put in the back with Effie and Katniss. Effie kept talking about the Capitol, while I watched everything go by. This was the last time I was ever going to see District 12 and I'm going to take advantage of it. When we came to a stop cameras were flashing everywhere. The Peacekeepers escorted us on the train. It was very luxurious unlike everything that I'm used to. I took a seat in one of the chairs sitting around. Katniss sat in the chair beside me. We still haven't said anything to each other and I could care less. Effie left to find Haymitch, which made me even more uneasy. The drunken bastard was supost to keep us alive in the arena; it's amazing he keeps himself alive on a daily basis. The drunken bastard came in obviously drunk, he looked us over and laughed.

"I have a human this year, great," he said chuckling I glared.

"I'm not like every human, so don't laugh," I glared.

"It doesn't matter kid, no one will pay any attention to you," he said.

I growled and stood up flipping the chair in the process. I left the cart; I didn't want to be anywhere near him. If he was going to insult me because of something I can't control, than who needs him. I mean I'm going to die anyway right.