Hi! Wow, another THG fanfic from me, eh? That's something you dont see very often.
I just have one shout out to my beta, who I do know personally, and who is just fantastic. :) She reviews every story of mine and I just needed to ask her to check this one out. She agreed to Beta it and I love her for it.
The New Generation - Chapter 1.
Prologue
My name is Rue Francesca Mellark. My parents won the 74th & 75th Hunger Games.
They have to watch me die from today.
It is the 29th March, 2410. It is the day I enter the arena.
It is the day where I fight to the death.
I wake up and throw the covers off of me. My silk blanket sticks to my skin. My face is dripping with thick sweat, and I stick to the linen bed sheets. I grunt loudly and throw myself onto the floor.
Walking into my huge bathroom; I see my mother has left me a dark blue dress, which matches my eyes. Along with some flat, blue, Capitol made shoes, and my matching sapphire earrings; the reason for my luxurious outfit – reaping day.
I walk into the sky bathroom, and hit the buttons on the shower for a lavender body wash and shampoo. I wash and massage my hair with a light honeysuckle conditioner. I press the button for the hairdryer and carry the clothes back into my bedroom.
I slip the dress on over my dry; but messy hair, and it just falls into place, shimmering like the bluest sea. I step into my expensive shoes, I feel like a princess, but a princess I am not! I slip my earrings in and apply some black liquid on my lashes, mum says it's called 'mascara' my mother can make her eyes look beautiful with it; but mine go cloggy and lumpy. My lashes seem to not want to spate.
'Mascara' is made exclusively in the Capitol. But because mum and dad are just so famous back there, they get lots of things for free, by 'endorsing the product'.
I once did that, when I was about ten. Effie, my mum and dads' agent, said that a special girls company wanted me to wear their clothes, in a photo-shoot. I was such a hit with the Capitol people that I got asked to do it again and again. And Effie had all my pictures framed and they are all on the wall downstairs.
My aunt Prim comes into my bedroom and sits me down in front of my dresser, she smiles at me through the mirror. Her blonde hair hangs neatly in delicate ringlets, dangling below her shoulders. She raises her hand to my head and begins working my hair into twists, then pinning it up at the back. My jet black hair looks so sleek, pinned up into twists. After seeing my outfit, she chooses a big blue bow, and then fastens it to the back of my head. She grabs a mirror and shows me the back of my hair, I gasp; it looks so elegant. So lady-like. I look so much older.
"Thank you, auntie Prim," I whisper, still gazing at this amazing up-do.
"No problem sweetie, Cinna is coming up to do your make-up," she tells me.
Cinna was my mum's stylist back when she did the Games, and he still is now, because they're such good friends. I remember my mum telling me that it was Cinna who made her name,
'Katniss Everdeen – the girl who was on fire.' At school we still sometimes talk about Katniss Everdeen-the girl who was on fire, just because she played such an important part in her games.
She rebelled, she saved the love of her life by an act the capitol couldn't stop. She gave people a huge opportunity. She taught them that whatever happens, there is always a part of each person that can't be owned. But at school when we talk about it I always seem to blush, it's embarrassing to think of my mother as a strong, brave girl. Now she is still just as beautiful and...amazing. But in comparison, so different. And to think, Cinna caused all of that. Cinna also thought of my title, I am the Mockingjay Baby.
I remember my mum telling me that she and Dad started a rebellion, and my mum had to rescue Dad because President Snow took him away from her. But at school, I learnt so much more, that she is actually a hero. But she never likes to talk about it. I think it scares her. The rebels won in the end though, and my mum, Uncle Gale and Dad killed President Snow. He was an evil man though, so not many people miss him. We have a new president though – President Heavensbee. He was on the rebel team, and took over as president. We still have the Hunger Games, but two vicotrs are allowed to win, in honour of my parents.
I suppose it is a change for the better, being that less people die, but I think that the Games should be stopped altogether.
I'm broken from my reverie by Cinna, who appeared with a black briefcase, that when he opens it, reveals a load of make-up.
Again, I am sat down on my dresser, where Cinna begins his magic.
He sees that I have put mascara on and tuts at me, telling me I should let him, and only him do the make-up.
Not everyone in District 12 gets the celebrity treatment. My whole outfit, excluding the make-up and hair, could feed a family in the Seam for at least two months, with more to spare. It sometimes makes me guilty.
My mother and my Uncle Gale lived in the Seam once, barely scraping by. Having to hunt illegally because both their fathers died in a mine explosion. It's not illegal to go over the fence now, so my mother and Gale like to teach kids to shoot, make snares and hunt.
I do my bit too, I tell people about the edible plants my mother taught me about, I give my friends food and money, even though mother warns me that people may like me for the wrong reasons if I do that. I collect strawberries and sell them for cheap prices and I also bake bread, to give out around the seam. I seem to have a knack at baking it. Father says I have the baker's hands, I am gifted. I just laugh though, obviously not.
"Is that okay?" Cinna laughs as I examine my makeup. I know Cinna's talent is amazing, but the make-up seems so much different today. My eyes have shimmery blue powder brushed onto them and my cheeks shine.
"But won't everyone else be jealous?" I say, even though I am used to the fact people are jealous of me all the time.
"It's not about them; it's about the Mockingjay Baby,"
"Suppose," I say grimly, I don't feel myself today, I feel anything but.
I sit up tighter in my chair and lock my shoulders.
"Do you want your mum?"
I nod numbly. I feel like a baby today, maybe it's the fact I am getting babied. I don't feel right; it shouldn't be like this, it should be normal.
But everyone knows one thing, victors children are normally forced into the Games. There is no denying it; I just have to be strong.
Two oily hands place themselves on my shoulders. They're warm, as if they have just been kneading dough. Bread. Dad.
"Cinna and you mother are just having a little...chat," he stalls on the word chat, and I know it's something more serious. "Are you okay?" my father asks.
There is something about him though, it's warm and open and kind. I love that part of him, so understanding. I looked into his blue eyes as if to say, what do you think, how can I be okay? But if he understood, I am sure he knew what I meant. After all, he has been in the arena before, twice. He should know the strange feeling churning inside my stomach.
He envelopes me into his strong arms, and I just let go. I don't cry, I just lose myself in the comfort of my dad's arms. After a while, I feel a second pair of hands on me, and instantly know it's my mother. She unlatches me from my dad and steps back, looking at me with such undying devotion in her eyes.
"Lets go, Rue," she murmurs, taking my hand and pulling me downstairs, dad following quietly behind us.
Most of my family are downstairs, Aunt Prim and Uncle Rory with my baby cousin Rose, Uncle Gale and Aunt Madge, with their son Luthar, who just happens to be my best friend, my grandma Everdeen and grandad Haymitch, grandma Mellark and grandad Mellark, as well as Cinna. They all look very grim, considering what day today is, I dont blame them.
Haymitch beckons for us to head over to the square, and we all trek over there. The adults beside Haymitch, Mum and Dad stand outside the fence, and I stand with the other fourteen year olds. Prim winks at me from behind, Rose sees and starts wriggling for me. My parents and Haymitch look very uncomfortable onstage beside Liffy, District 12's Escort, and Effie's daughter. Madge goes up onstage and does the usual ritual. She's the mayor now, her father passed away a few years ago.
Then Liffy bounds up to the podium, beside the reaping balls,
"Ladies first!" She screeches, in her annoying Capitol accent. Liffy grabs a piece of paper, and the square goes silent.
She unfolds the paper, and her face drops, "Rue Mellark," she reads out, with much less verve than she used before. As I make my way over to the stage, Prim bursts into tears and Madge runs off the stage. I stand proud, and don't cry, like my mum didnt.
Liffy then reaches into the boys' reaping ball, and unfolds the piece of paper, "Luthar Hawthorne!" She says.
My 16 year old best friend is going into the arena. So am I.
Sooo, what do you think? I would like some reviews, but first I think I'd better explain the relationships in this fic.
Katniss&Peeta are married, Rue Francesca Mellark is Peeta & Katniss's daughter.
Gale&Madge are married, Luthar Hawthorne is their son
Haymitch&Mrs E are together but not married,
Effie is the Family's agent, Liffy is her daughter
Cinna&Hazelle are together but not married,
Prim&Rory are married, Rose Katniss Hazelle Hawthorne is their daughter,
Plutarch Heavensbee is the President,
Madge is the Mayor of D12 because her dad died, and it was passed down in the family.
Thats it so far...I think :)
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