As I stare up at the sky, I daydream about the world outside of 11. The thought of leaving 11 has clouded my thoughts ever since I gained the ability to have speak. Anywhere but 11 would be great honestly.

As I work on the field, planting crops in the already plowed fields, I grit my teeth through the scorching heat. If it wasn't obvious enough, I hate it here. Well I don't exactly hate this place. I dread it with every inch of my 12 year old life.

11 is the district that grows all of the crops outside of District 9 which does grain. It also happens to be the closest District to 11 and I've always dreamed about running through the walls and peacekeepers into the open arms of the people in 9. Unrealistic but I had the dream 7 years ago so don't look at me that way...

That's an impossibility though. Since 11 is the crop growing district, it'd be awful if the Capitol were to lose food and so peacekeepers are dangerous here. If you step out of line a tad-bit... you might as well volunteer for the Hunger Games. Speaking of the Hunger Games, the reapings for the 100th Annual Hunger Games are later today.

Yeah. While most other districts have there reapings in the early morning through afternoon hours, we have ours dead last at around 7 in the afternoon. Reason? Because the Capitol needs their food. I look around at the corn me and my family have planted. I'd love to burn them all.

Cause a fire of sorts just to piss of the Capitol. If their food is so important, than maybe cutting off the supplies just a little can makes someone suffer. I don't know why I've been so pissed off at the Capitol recently. Maybe it's because mamma told me and Alma (All-ma) recently told us about Rue... her older sister...

She's dead. Been dead for decades now. However, I furiously remind myself of her unfair and cruel death in the 74th Annual Hunger Games. Though momma didn't give us all the details, it's safe to assume that I'm angry.

However, it'll pass, just like the Hunger Games will today. I think about the Quarter Quell this year.

To remind the Districts that when you rebel, the Capitol will always punish you no matter how cruel, the Capitol citizens will be the ones voting the stipulation of the Hunger Games.

I grit my teeth. I was 11 when that was announced. It was the day of the victors interview of the 99th Annual Hunger Games. President Ramia came out of nowhere on TV and announced it to the whole nation. With a smile, he opened up the card and asked the viewers at home to send in ideas for both the change and the arena... now this year I'm praying that the stipulation doesn't get me involved.

Though Mamma has assured me every day since then that the chances of me being reaped are lower than 11s poor. "Altar, you ain't being reaped. No matter you think, the chances are low. Trust me." She would tell me.

However, that could be just it. Half a year ago at the victory tour, it was revealed the first voted stipulation... a call back to the 50th games. 48 tributes will be involved. 2 boys, 2 girls.

My goodness. Of course, District 11 is a huge district but out of over 100,000 people, 4 will be selected. I could be included. We use terrace after all. I don't really want to think about it though. Me? Included in the Hunger Games? I mean, it's already bad luck enough that my first year in the drawings is the 100th Hunger Games of all things but god damn. Their are two possible chances of this happening.

Alma has joked that he'd volunteer for me if the situation ever came but I'd rather him not do that. It'd be unrealistic for either one of us to win.

The next twist was announced later on. The 2nd twist is that their would be two different arenas. To get their, we'd have to knock the tribute number to 24 or 19.

For the first arena, two tributes would be linked. They'd both have to share supplies, weapons and even sponsors. If your partner dies, you'll be unable to get sponsors and even then, you'll be mostly alone. The second arena is most likely just any regular games.

I shake my head thinking about it.

As I continue the farm work, I hear the familiar 4 note whistle the signifies the end of the work day. I breathe a sigh of relief. Finally, we're done. However, I remember: Reapings.

Alma waves over at me. "It's time." He tells me, putting his hand on my shoulder. I give him a smile before we walk towards the train that usually takes us home.

However, it's taking us to the nearest reaping area. Three in all. Considering how many people their are in 11, I've always been curious as to how they put them all in one place...

Later...

As my and Allma find ourselves in the square, I retch. The people are crowded in all like cattle from 10. Theirs very little room to breath as we the peacekeepers quickly take our blood. "Don't worry, shouldn't hurt too bad..." Allma sighs. From what I know, their are so many people that they are actively slashing our fingers.

I give a worried expression to my brother. "Don't worry. If they hurt you more than they should, I'll hurt them more than the games would." He smiles at me. I give a smile back. As he rolls up, they quickly scrape his finger and he cringes. I'm next so Allma holds me still as they rush it.

"SQUICK!" I flinch as my blood spills and hits the floor as they push me along into the next area. Once again, Allma puts his hands on my shoulder. "Alt... I hope you know where to go since I can't be with you there. Trust me, the aren't reaping you." He hugs me as a peacekeeper comes in and pushes him towards the 16 year old section.

I'm moved over to the 12 year old area where I sigh. The other 12 year old boys look up at the justice building in horror, as if it was a whipping post. Though I've had no real experience with whippings, Allma has been whipped before...

I move my memories from that as I look back towards the others. After a few minutes, the District 11 mayor shows up and he begins to do the annual things we do on reaping day. He gives us the welcome, recites the Treaty of Treason, and sets the stage for our District escort Leto.

He quickly grabs the mic. "Welcome District 11, to the 100th Annual Hunger Games. As always, may the odds forever be in your favor." He says very quickly. His voice is high pitched and annoying and he speaks as if he's going to be shot before he can manage his last words.

I roll my eyes as he begins to explain what we already know.

2 arenas. 48 tributes. We should get the jist by now but... oh well...

"Anyways. Like always, ladies first." He puts his hand in the reaping bowl for girls. Of course, I already feel bad for the female whose name is being picked. Wonder who that'd be...

"Soya Sorana." Syrio reaps the first name. Our heads turn to the 12 year old section. A small 14 year old girl walks out of the crowd, her head down. She is wearing a bright yellow dress and some pretty good shoes.

"Isn't that..." Someone whispers. I realize who this girl after a few seconds. That's the mayors youngest daughter...

About everyone looks back up to the mayor who barely changes expression. It's as if something told him this would happen this year. Syrio doesn't notice or care though.

"Oh, our first young lady for the games. Now, for our next." He puts his hand back into the female reaping bowl. I lick my lips. Considering how the first name was the mayors daughter, I'm expecting something even worse.

He pulls his hand out of the bowl and quietly unfolds the next name. "Cere... Chere." He pauses for dramatic effect, annoying everyone including the girl he just reaped. This time, a 17 year old girl comes out.

She looks a little less fancy, her hair in front of her eyes. She doesn't seem like she's about to cry. Hell, she even seems like she's seen this coming from a mile away. I gulp as she makes her way to the stage.

Syrio doesn't have anything really to say about her, he just gives her a smile and holds his hand out to shake her hand. However, she just ignores it and keeps her eyes closed on the stage.

As Syrio begins to dip his hands into the reaping bowl for the male names... I question. Considering those two girls up there... what type of charade is 11 playing over here? And besides that, does it mean something?

He pulls out the next name. After quickly opening it, he reads the name. "Allma Wilden." Then everything goes silent for a second for me.

I'm lost... lost in my thoughts. I find myself helplessly looking over the heads of the 12...13, 14, 15 year olds, trying to find my brother in the heads. "A-Allma?" I quietly say.

He begins to get out of the 16 year old section. His face... filled with complete shock. "Allma?" I repeat, though this time I don't repeat it to myself. He turns to me as he goes to the stage.

"ALLMA!" I shout, wanting to break free and drag him back. However, I stop myself. I can't... "Altar!" He yells in my direction, however, he orders me to stay back.

"Please don't go..." I whisper to myself as he heads up the stage. He jumps onto the stage. He has a completely neutral face. He's calm, silent and quiet. But he's still been reaped... he isn't coming back...

I find myself close to tears as he gives me a nod. My hand curls into a ball. I find myself willing to punch somebody. This can't be happening... this can't be happening... this just can't be happeni-,

"Al-, Altar Wilden?" Someone says. I look up again. After a few seconds everyone turns their heads to me. I give a confused look. Some said my name right? "Altar Wilden." Syrio repeats my name.

Did he just say... my name?

I look up to my brother. His face is filled with even more shock than when he was reaped. I don't even move for a few seconds. "Altar Wilden, your presence is needed upon this stage!" Syrio yells across the sqaure.

By now, every head has turned to me and I grit my teeth before storming upon the stage. This isn't real! This makes no sense! None of this should be happening right now!

I shake with anger as I reach the top of the stairs. "Oh so I see. You two are related huh? Brothers?" Syrio asks. I am tempted to punch him across the jaw since I'm up here, but my brother answers the question for him.

"Yes. Brothers." He sadly admits. The other non-reaped children of 11 look up in horror at the revelation. Two brothers... reaped into the games... Besides that, this is one of the few times siblings have been reaped.

This cannot be a happy accident...

"Well 11. Give it up for our District 11 tributes!" Syrio shouts. A few adults in the back give a quiet applause but it isn't much. The fact of the matter is that even they know this is just a cruel thing to do...

After that, peacekeepers shove us through the doors of the justice building and then the doors shut...

Hours later...

As me and Allma sit silently in the same room of the Justice Building, I find myself banging my head against the window. "Alt, you realize that won't do anything but give you a concussion right?" He tells me.

"What do you know about concussion? I'm the only one who has actually tried an education." I remind him. He rolls his eyes, clearly trying to make the most out of our situation. However, what can we say... we're both possibly dying.

At that moment, momma comes bursting through the doors and she tightly hugs us. "I don't understand. The Capitol..." She comes close to crying. Momma holds us both tightly.

"Did we do something? Is their something that could... get them to hate us?" Allma asks. Momma breathes out. "No. Probably not. But as you saw, the female reapings were possibly rigged. I'm honestly saying that... these had to have been rigged." Mom tells us.

However, Allma pushes her off of him. "We can tell. How could two siblings suddenly be reaped together?" Allma reminds her. "I don't know but something about us stands out." She thinks.

After a brief silence... I remember something important to her. "Rue." I say. Allma and Momma both turn their heads to me.

"That's right... Aunt... Rue...'' Allma licks his lips, reminding momma. She turns her head away once again. "I can't bring myself to remind myself of those days... It's all in the past isn't it?" She says.

"Maybe they thought it'd sound funny." I admit. Allma glares at me. "Yeah but that doesn't exactly change things. We're going in." He admits. Finally, momma breaks down.

"But why? Why would they send in you two. My perfectly grown child... Allma... and poor... poor... Altar." She hugs me. I can't help but stay away from mom sometimes... but seeing her like this makes me feel terrible.

"Mom. We'll come back." Allma says, looking out the window. Momma shakes her head in annoyance. "Boy. I'm not into your jokes! This is real! You know it! You knew it the moment you saw your little brother! We'll come home... the chances are short." She snaps at Allma.

"If I'm lucky, I'll bring Altar back." He says, giving a sad look over to me. "Allma... you... you shouldn't half to though." I tell him.

"You're too young. I don't want to see your blood." Allma says, closing his eyes. Soon though, the peacekeepers come in.

"Times up." One says. Momma stands up. "B-But don't I get more time?" She asks.

"Time to go!" They move her out of the door and once again, me and Allma are sitting alone in the room. Though the place is very fancy. Colorful couches and a table in the center, we leave the lights out... We just don't care.

As my mind seems to drift away... one thing remains on my mind... "We didn't get to say goodbye to her..." I say to myself. Allma looks back down to my from the window.

"I know... they're gonna pay for that." He grits his teeth...

Alright, first chapter completed. I've actually done a 100th Hunger Games story a long while ago back in 2015. It kind of sucked though...

Anyways, this one is different. In this story, we have our two main characters: Alma (Pronounced All-Ma) and Altar. These two brothers are purposely reaped into the 100th Hunger Games for little reason other than to prove a point to the Districts.

If you've read the 99th Hunger Games, there is some info regarding purposeful rigged reapings in the 99th Hunger Games meaning certain things...

Oh yeah, this is a sequel of sorts to the 99th Hunger Games (Quiet Rebel) and because of that, references are made to that event. Though none have been made so far, they will begin popping up in the Capitol (The recent victor and the 98th Hunger Games victor have some controversy surrounding them). Hope you enjoyed this first chapter and I also hope it interests you.