It felt like I was being lazy not typing anything so I just came up with this fanfiction. Second fanfiction ;)
I don't own Hunger Games.
Katniss's POV
I am Katniss Everdeen. I live in the newly rebuilt District 12. The rebellion failed and the Games are back and deadlier than ever. Now, to the Capitol, I am the mockingjay with a broken wing.
Today is the day, the day of grief and misery. I should know because I've had a lot of that through my lifetime. Why the Capitol just didn't kill Peeta and me in the first place, I'll never know. I guess it's because if they did, then we would've been happy. And that will never happen.
I begin to walk outside when I remember something. My mockingjay pin. Even though it brings back to many horrible memories, I still like to wear it. It reminds me of Rue, how she trusted me because of this pin. I grab it quickly and walk off towards the square, for the Reaping.
As I walk, I think of those words President Snow said a few weeks after the rebellion was over. 'For trying to overcome the power of the Capitol, the Hunger Games will continue and they will be more deadly than ever. The age limit has changed too and it is now eleven through nineteen. No rule changes will be allowed no matter what and any signs of rebellion will result in being killed on the spot. Ending with a victor or not.' When he said that, I lost all hope. It doesn't matter if there is going to be a victor or not for the Hunger Games. Apparently, they don't need one like they use to.
I reach the square and instantly spot Peeta. It's kind of hard not to when a bright, blonde haired boy is standing right by the stage.
"Hey Katniss." Peeta says in an almost inaudible tone.
"Hey." I say back and there is a long pause. I look at the now full square. After the rebellion, they truly obliterated 13 for not keeping quiet like they were suppose to and rebuilt 12. Everyone's all dressed up but that doesn't lighten the mood. Everyone, including the victors, is depressed. Just then everyone goes quiet and I see the new mayor of District 12 walk onto the stage. He goes on with the same speech and then announces our names.
We walk up and our new, bubbly, escort comes onto the stage. "Happy Hunger Games!" Is the first thing she says. Since Effie was part of the rebellion, she can't be our escort this year. In fact, no one really knows what happens to her. She introduces herself and apparently her name is Emmy.
"And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Emmy exclaims and reaches her hand into the girl's reaping ball. "Ray Templeton!" She yells and I see this little, fragile, girl walk upstage. "And what is your age?" She asks.
"El-eleven." She fumbles on her words and glances at the crowd.
"Wow! An eleven year old, these games are going to be great!" I feel like popping her in the mouth but I can't. I feel like his snake eyes are watching my every move no matter where I go. "Next up!" Emmy says with a smile and walks over to the boy's reaping ball. "Dray Templeton!"
Oh no. I'm hoping they're a common name because it will be devastating if they are siblings. But as the guy, apparently Dray, walks up, he looks like the girl. I can tell he's scared as he shakes Emmy's hand.
"How old are you honey?" Emmy asks with an even bigger smile.
"Fourteen." Dray says and looks at Ray. That's going to be confusing because their names sound alike. Emmy looks at Ray too and gives Dray a big smile.
"Are you her brother?" She asks and Dray slowly shakes his head. I feel like breaking down because these two might end up killing each other in the arena. Peeta has a look in his eye that definitely isn't a happy look. "Well now, are there any volunteers?" She asks the crowd. No one even speaks and the only thing you hear is a couple of adults and a little boy crying. I already know that those people are their family and I feel so bad for them. Losing two of their children to the Hunger Games that we rebels couldn't prevent. I hear Ray let out a little cry and quickly shake it off the best she can. "Then let the Hunger Games begin!" She yells and the Capitol's anthem plays.
I look at the two tributes. They are definitely from the Seam. They have gray eyes and black hair with olive skin. Ray is small and fragile and Dray is skinny with a bit of muscle. They shake hands and the Reaping's over. Peeta and me go to the train station while Ray and Dray go to say their last good-byes to their parents and little brother.
"I'm going to hate this year.' Peeta says to me.
"Me too Peeta, me too."
Ray's POV
I sit on the couch in the room and wait for someone to visit me. I think of little Rocky and how Dray and me won't be there to play with him, to laugh with him, and how we won't be there to see his funny little smile that I love so much. Just then I think about the worst thought. I might have to kill my brother with my own hands.
Just as I'm about to let out another sob, the door clicks open and I see my mother walk in with three year old Rocky wobbling in. What Rocky says makes me want to cry even more.
"Aw you gonna come back Way?" He always pronounces his R's like W's and usually it would've been funny, if it wasn't for me getting ready to die.
"I don't know Rocky." I say in a quiet voice and ruffle his hair a bit.
"Aw you gonna kill Dway?" He asks and I cry a bit.
"I hope I don't." I say again and mom bursts into tears. "But I promise, Dray will come home and take care of you. Just remember that." I say and cry more tears.
"But I want bofe of you to come back." Rocky says and hugs me.
"I know Rocky, I know." I whisper in his ear and the Peacekeepers come to take them away so they can visit Dray. "Just remember me!" I yell back and I see Rocky shake his head. I know I won't come back. It's impossible. I'm eleven years old, youngest of all probably. Dad comes in and walks up to me with a stern facial expression.
"Do what ever it takes to come home." Dad orders me.
"What about Dray dad?" I ask and another tear falls down my cheek.
"I want you both to come home, have faith Ray. There might still be hope. Maybe something like what happened to Katniss and Peeta will happen." He says with a wimpy smile and I frown.
"You know that won't happen, President Snow said himself, no rule changes." I say and Dad just pulls me into a hug.
"I love you Ray, you and your brother. No matter what." He says and we just sit like that until the Peacekeepers take him away too.
"I love you too dad!" I yell back and I'm left with nothing but the silence to keep me company.
Dray's POV
I think about dad's little prep talk he gave me. "Think like a career." He told me. I never liked the careers but I guess to come home, no scratch that. To help Ray come home, I need to act like a career. I've already decided to help Ray make it back to 12 instead of me. Just then, mom and Rocky come in.
"There's my little boulder." I wink at Rocky and this makes him laugh. Mom's eyes are puffy and red from crying most likely. "Hey mom." I say in a monotone.
"You can win this sweetie." She says and I cross my arms.
"I don't want to win! I want Ray to win instead!" I throw my hands into the air and cross them again. " I'm going to die." This gets Rocky crying. "Rocky, I didn't mean it like that." I say even though I did.
"Yes you did. I'm not stupit Dway." Rocky stops crying and wipes his face off. He's right, he's not for a three-year-old. He knows what the Hunger Games are. He quits wiping his face and looks at me. "Way said the same thing. She says she's not coming back." This throws mom into hysteria and Rocky has tears in his eyes.
"Did she?" I say because I don't like the thought of Ray protecting me.
"Yeah, and she wanted me to wemember her." He says and looks at mom who's crying her eyes out by now.
"Well Rocky, Ray will be with you. Remember me instead, keep me in your thoughts" I put a hand on Rocky and he rapidly shakes his head.
"Do you promise to bwing her back?" Rocky asks and I shake my head yes.
"I promise." I say and the Peacekeepers take them out. No matter what happens, no matter what it takes. I will bring my baby sister back. Even if I'm not there to hold her hand.
Sad maybe. Please tell me what you think!