Sparks of Hope

by the things that define you

AU What if someone volunteered for Peeta. What if that boy not only had a deep history in District 12 but a even deeper one outside of it. What if he was burdened by a promise he had sworn years ago to keep. What if that same oath drew him into the 74th hunger games making him the deadliest participant ever. Will he fight for a life he doesn't remember or one built on suffering.

The Spark of Hope

I'm a guy. How could I be Suzanne Collins. If I was Peeta would have died.

Chapter one:Prolog

The sound of creaking train gears cut through the silence of District 12. As the vehicle scerached to a stop a few residents turned their heads to see it, if only just to see what over the top outfit Effie Trinket wore this year.

Said woman exited from one of the train cars and looked around with a smile plastered on her face. She wore a ridicules sparkly pink dress that didn't fit with the dark backdrop of the mining town. The woman's face was was buried over tons of make-up and her hair was a jumbled mess above her head.

When the peacekeepers soon followed Effie of the train all the citizens instantly returned to what they were doing, not wanting to draw attention to themselves.

Using this distraction a lone figure slid off the top of the last train car and faded into the shadows of the rotting seam houses. The figure continued to move through the distract unquestioned, his black hoodie and jeans drawing little attention from the people bustling about to get ready for the reaping.

Soon the figure reached his destination. The air smelled of smoke from the mines and the old building was as beat down as before, maybe even more so. Like every year the figure felt a connection to the place, like he had once held this place dear. Shaking off the feeling the figure calmly walked into the building and melted into the darkness.

Making his way around the makeshift market the figure found a older woman selling some of the most delicious smelling stew he had ever smelled. With little hesitation he bought a bowl even paying double for it and melted into the darkness before the woman could protest.

The figure had just finished the bowl when he spotted the reason he was here, Katniss Everdeen. Here dark hair was done in the same style braid as last year and her gray eyes looked far older then they should be. She had a game bag slung over her shoulder and wore a brown hunting jacket. Seeing the jacket brought out memories he had to bury, memories long sense meaningless.

Next to Katniss was the same brown haired boy she had been with the past few years. He like her looked like he had been through far more then someone his age deserved.

Hoping he hadn't been noticed the figure stepped back into the darkness of the edge of the room and slid out into the district 12 morning.

Yes this is my new Hunger Games story I promised on my bio. If you haven't read that please do it will explain some things. I will update this story either when I get a ton of requests to or im done with the prologs for my other one or two ideas and I feel like coming back to this one.

Remember please review it is greatly appreciated.

the things that define you

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