I don't own soul eater or the hunger games if I did would I be writing this?
Liz pov
I wake up to a dress Patty has laid out for me. A soft blue thing with matching shoes. I traded my giraffe plushie she said as she puts on my old reaping outfits a skirt and ruffled blouse
We will trade for a new one after the reaping Let's put your hair up, patty," she lets me comb it out and style it to match her outfit and I quickly brush out mine I don't recognize myself in the cracked mirror that leans against the wall.
"Your so pretty sis," says Patty in her childlike voice. "And nothing like myself," I say. I hug her, because I know these next few hours will be terrible for her. The reaping is always hard on patty. She's about as safe as you can get, since she's only entered once. Even though we live in the seam and are dirt poor I wouldn't let her take out any tesserae. But she's worried regardless
I protect Patty in every way I can, but I'm powerless against the reaping. The anguish I always feel when she's in pain wells up in my chest and threatens to register on my face. I notice her blouse has pulled out of her skirt in the back again and force myself to stay calm. "Tuck your tail in, little duck," I say, smoothing the blouse back in place "I'm not a duck sis" she giggles at my comment
At one o'clock, we head for the square. market days, especially if there's good weather, it has a holiday today, despite the bright banners hanging on the buildings, there's an air of grimness. In the square The camera
crews, perched like buzzards on rooftops, only add to the
effect.
People file in silently and sign in. The reaping is a good
opportunity for the Capitol to keep tabs on the population
as well. Twelve- through eighteen-year-olds are herded into
roped areas marked off by ages, the oldest in the front, the
young ones, like Patty, towa rd the back. Family members
line up around the perimeter like myself, holding tightly to one another's
hands like I hold on to hiros . But there are others, too, who have no one they love
at stake, or who no longer care, who slip among the crowd, taking bets on the two kids whose names will be are given on their ages, whether they're Seam or merchant,I could be shot on a daily basis for hunting, but the appetitesof those in charge protect me. Not everyone can claimthe , Hiro and I agree that if we have to choose between dying of hunger and a bullet in the head, the bullet would be much quicker. The space gets tighter, more claustrophobic as people arrive.. I find myself standing in a clump of parents from the Seam with hiro. We all exchange terse nods then focus our attention,on the temporary stage that is set up before the Justice Building. It holds three chairs, a podium, and two large glass balls, one for the boys and one for the girls. I stare at the paper slips in the girls' ball. One of them has Patricia Thompson written on them in childish handwriting. Two of the three chairs fill with, Mayor Free who's a tall, man with a peculiar eye, and blair, District 12's escort, fresh from Medusa's escort committee with her flirty white grin, purple hair, and way too revealing dress. They murmur to each other and then look with concern at the empty seat. Just as the town clock strikes two, the mayor steps up to the podium and begins to read. It's the same story every year. He tells of the history of Panem, the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called the d.w.m.a. He lists the disasters caused by weapons and meister that caused, the brutal war for what little sustenance remained said by medusa started by the grim reaper himself lord death causing medusa to raise a kishin enslaving everyone in the madness
The result was Panem, Medusa ruling thirteen districts, which brought peace and prosperity to its citizens. Then came the Dark Days, the uprising of the dmwa against Medusa. Most were defeated, the the rest oblitereated The Treaty of Treason gave us the new laws to guarantee peace and, as our yearly reminder that the Dark Days must never be repeated, it gave us the Hunger Games.
The rules of the Games are simple. In punishment for the uprising, each of the twelve districts we were split into must provide one girl and one boy, called tributes, to participate. The twenty-four tributes will be imprisoned in a vast outdoo arena that could hold anything from a burning desert to a frozen wasteland. Over a period of several weeks, the competitors must fight to the death. The last tribute standing wins.
Taking the kids from our districts, forcing them to kill one another while we watch — this is the Medusa's way of reminding us how totally we are at their at her mercy. How little chance we would stand of surviving another rebellion.
Then he reads the list of past District 12 victors. In seventy-four years, we have had exactly two. Only one is still alive Dr. Stein is a tall man with silver-gray hair and big, round glasses. He has a large screw/bolt going through his head, He is also surprisingly well built for a man his age, due to a large portion of his time being devoted to combat training, who at this moment appears hollering something unintelligible, staggers onto the stage, and falls into the third chair. He's drunk. Very. The crowd responds with its token applause, but he's confused and tries to give Blair a big hug, which she barely manages to fend off. The mayor looks distressed. Since all of this is being televised, right now District 12 is the laughingstock of Panem, and he knows it. He quickly tries to pull the attention back to the reaping by introducing Blair Bright and bubbly as ever, Blair trots to the podium and gives her signature, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" Her purple hair has been abit messsy since her encounter with Stein She goes on a bit about what an honor it is to be here, although everyone knows she's just aching to get bumped up to a better district where they have proper victors, not drunks who molest
you in front of the entire nation.
Im worried about Patty And maybe he's thinking the same thing about patty because his face darkens and he turns away. "But there are still thousands of slips," he whispers in my ear. It's time for the drawing. Blair says as she always does, Lets reap the boys first she reaches into the blue reaping bowl and picks out a slip "death the kid" the boys section splits in half to show a medium sized pale boy in a black suit with white rectangles placed evenly on the sides and down the front with a skull button on the top by the looks of him he's symmetrical except for three white stripes on the side of his head. His face registers no emotion and he calmly walks up to the stage even though his golden eyes show a moment of fear "please its just kid" he says as he takes his place on the stage "Ladies next!" blair says and crosses to the glass ball with the girls' names. She reaches in and pulls out another slip of paper. i draw in sharp breath and you can hear a pin drop, and I'm feeling nauseous and so desperately hoping that it's not patty, that it's not patty, that it's not patty. Blair crosses back to the podium once more, smoothes the slip of paper, and reads out the name in a clear voice. And it's It's Patricia Thompson
WHAT?
Patty is crying as she walks up to the stage and blair pats her on the shoulder
There there sweetie your gonna do district 12 proud
"Our District Twelve tributes, Death the kid and Patricia thompson!" Our escort, Blair gushes. As the two tribute shake hands
The breath is knocked out of me The Peacekeepers escort them inside.
"NO!" I scream, pushing my way forward through the rest of the crowd. "PATTY! I VOLUNTEER!" The Peacekeepers keep marching, but Patty turns around.
"LIZ!" she shrieks. The Peacekeepers put restraining arms around her and pull her into the Justice Building.
"I'm sorry, dear. Your nineteen." Blair says, looking down at me with her purple hair and follows behind
I fall to the ground, sobbing. "NO!" I feel someone's strong arms pull me up. It's Hiro.
"Come on Liz." He pulls me away, but I continue to fight, to reach her. My little sister is going into the Hunger Games.