This will be a series exploring the life of the boy from District 3 in the 74th Hunger Games, from the reaping, to the interveiws, to the Games themselves-and all the moments in between. I named him Fletcher because...well...I just liked that name! :3 It seems to fit him somehow. Of course I'm picturing him as Ian Nelson, who I thought did a great job in the movie despite of his short time in it. The fic will be mainly movie-verse with a few book elements mixed in. And of course there will be some aspects from my own imagination. This is easy because Katniss actually says in the book that she knows literally nothing about him, so that leaves a lot up for me to decide! I hope you enjoy it!
There are some who say Fletcher Cadwell was a traitor. There are some who claim that he turned his back on his district and everything they hold dear, that he had no regard of honor and dignity. Fletcher Cadwell, they say, may have deserved the death he got.
But still there are others who defend the boy. They are more merciful, more accepting, more willing to forgive. He was only doing what he had to do, they argue. He was young and alone. What, they ask of the others, would you have done? They believe Fletcher Cadwell's death came too soon.
The truth of the matter is that no one can ever or will ever grasp the full extent of a tribute's life. No one left behind to solitary lives in the districts can even begin to understand what it is like in the arena, where anyone and everyone could be your downfall.
Yes, they will try. They will try to convince themselves one way or the other on the subject of District 3's Fletcher Cadwell, if only to give their minds something to distract it from their own misery. For 74 years they have done this, and it does not seem as though there is any end in sight. It is all they know.
And yet the death of the boy was so sudden this year that it took many of them a few moments to comprehend what had happened. They lost the girl so soon into the Games that he was all they had left to root for, even if his actions were not condoned by them all. He was hope to them, a small ounce of pride to a district that usually was sorely overlooked in the arena. So young, his life extinguished with nothing but a snap.
The cannon sounded.
And no matter how they felt about him, District 3 mourned Fletcher Cadwell.
And they remembered.
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