Another Spark-The 93rd Victor

Chapter One.

Ryez's point of view

Story Dedication: Music . And . Fanfiction . Rule

Summary: The rebellion never happened and the Hunger Games are still going. This year, it's the 93rd Annual Hunger Games. Who will you root for? The sly, underdog from District Nine with a tragic past? Or, the cocky and brutal Career from Four, who everyone expects to win? What about the other 22 innocent children who are forced to fight to their deaths? May the odds be ever in your favour.

Yeah, so that's the summary. I couldn't fit the rest of it on the thing, so I put it here. This will be my own version of a Hunger Games following two characters, with some alternate POV's if I feel like it. I know these types of stories are common, but hopefully you guys will like this.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't have the pleasure of owning the Hunger Games, but this story, characters, and plot are all my own.

Authors note: Hello my awesome readers! (If I have any... Hehe) I would just like to thank you for clicking on this story. Just you reading this means the world to me. Hopefully, you won't be disappointed.

This story is a little like my previous story, which is now deleted, called 'The 93rd Hunger Games'. If you have read that you will know that it isn't great, and that I am re-doing it to make it better. The character, Coral, and some of her background and events that have happened will be included in later chapters, as I have now changed it to alternate POV's. Also, Coral will be facing major changes, including a name change and maybe even a gender switch, as two girl point of views probably wouldn't be as interesting, but I haven't totally made my mind up about that. I hope all of you previous Coral fans will adjust to that and enjoy my other character, Ryez.

Hopefully this version will be much improved. This chapter is quite long, I agree, but if you could persevere that would be great. The most important bit is at the end you see. Reviews are always welcome, as I will always take your opinions and criticisms into account. Remember, reviews make every author happy, and I would just love to hear from you!

Big thank-you to Squintz who edited this chapter! She is a really talented writer, so I advise you to check out some of her stories.

Without further ado, I give you the first chapter of Another Spark!


"What do we have here?!" He taunted, that malicious, murderous glint filling his sharp, grey eyes.

I didn't have time to feel scared, and I didn't have time to run either, for that matter of fact.

He slammed me into a tree, the impact took my breath away, and I found myself gasping for breath before I could even register what was going to happen. A sharp branch, which could have easily impaled me, fortunately missed me by less than an inch. I was condemned and paralyzed with fear, and thinking of this outcome was only making it worse. His not surprisingly strong, muscly arm pinned me against the tree, and he cackled whilst I squirmed, terrified, and tried so hard to break away from his strong grasp.

As much as I wanted to, I couldn't scream out for help. And trying to escape clearly wasn't an option, due to his scarcely strong grasp. My whole body seemed to be frozen, unable to do anything but tremble.

What would be the point, anyway? No-one would come and help me if they heard me screaming out for help, or saw me dying in agony on the floor. Everyone would do exactly what I would do in their situation, pretend this wasn't happening.

His sharp and intermediate features glared at my frightened face almost teasingly, I was putrified. His pointy, glistening teeth bearing, as if to make me feel threatened. I felt small. Weak and helpless, and the threatened thing? It was working almost too well. I'm pretty certain I would be strangled to death if I even dared to breathe, he was holding me that tightly.

His hot breath smelt disgusting on my scared face, but now was not the time to complain.

If only I could escape, I might finally have some chance of getting back to my beloved sister, Ryez. And my beautiful baby daughter, Sapphire, who is only three-months-old. Yes, you heard me correctly. Three-months-old and her mother has been taken to the slaughter and left her with a thirteen-year-old to take care for her.

A thirteen-year-old, who trembled at the word 'Reaping' or 'Games'. A thirteen-year-old, who was probably crying hysterically, watching her sister being pinned against a tree. A thirteen-year-old ,who I love too much to even begin to describe.

I even longed to be back with my depressed father, who for the past 10 years, has barely uttered a word to Ryez or I. He has even resulted to beating us from time to time, but I will forgive him. He doesn't help with the baby; He refused to even meet her, which breaks my heart, still. But I still love him, despite everything.

It motivated me, they all needed me. I need to return to them, they can't live without me. I was suddenly overthrown with a huge wave of determination and energy.

I tried to kick him, in the place where the sun doesn't shine. But when I did, he would push his hand further against my throat, making me gag and choke even more. Even if I did succeed in hurting him slightly, it was like he didn't feel any pain. It was like he repelled it. That was the one and only thing I wished we had in common.

I gulped in fear, my throat becoming dry and closing completely. I had to stop myself from screaming, which I probably couldn't do anyway, because I couldn't show him I was weak. I needed a plan, quickly, or I was literally dead meat.

Ryez wouldn't be able to survive without me there to help her, guide her, love her, and just be part of her life!

Tiny little Sapphire, well, the thought her growing up without me by her side was simply heart-breaking. It made a pain form in my chest. I had to be strong, for their sakes. I had to win.

I thought of my little daughters big and beautiful sky blue eyes, glowing in the sunlight. That's why I named her Sapphire. It's simple and expected, but it means so much to me. Her eyes remind me of that precious jewel, she is as precious to me as a sapphire. Even more precious to me than a sapphire, she is more precious than the world. My helpless little daughter, weak and fragile. She needs me, I need her, and we need to be together.

"What do you think of this one Ryez?" I asked, modeling Sapphire's tiny, fragile frame in various cute little reaping dresses.

Small, dainty and beautiful outfits that used to be Ryez's. She managed a mere smile and a nod in response, she was too afraid to give me a real answer. Too afraid of the reaping. She never really cared about fashion anyway, but this was still worrying.

"Aren't you beautiful." I cooed to Sapphire, her blue eyes especially bright and gleaming in appreciation, as if she was answering my question.

"Aw, thank you Maiz" Ryez laughed sarcastically, like she usually would on any other day but today.

Her voice was shaky, breaking in the middle. It was obvious she was scared, but she was trying to make me less worried.

I enveloped Ryez into my arms, whilst balancing Sapphire on my hip. I kissed Ryez's forehead delicately, hugging her gently and comfortingly. She wept a little on my shoulder and shook a lot at first, but began to calm. She was scared she was going to be reaped, and scared that I was going to be reaped. It broke my heart to see her that way.

"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen sweetie. I love you Ryez, whatever happens never forget that, ever."

It was almost like she knew something bad was going to happen right then.

Sapphire started to cry, as if she felt left out of all the sorrow and terror. I picked her up, cradling her in my skinny arms. Ryez came over, stroking her little black tufts of hair, almost like her own when she was that tiny. We all began to smile. Slowly, but magically. I just wanted to freeze the moment right then. Us all happy, and most importantly, together.

That day, before the reaping, I hadn't thought of the worst that could happen. I guess I just presumed I wasn't going to be picked. Like the Capitol would be sympathetic towards me, taking pity on me because I had my baby and sister to look after. I guess not. Did I really think the Capitol could be in any way nice?! What was wrong with me?!

I only had to enter my name in more a few times, for food, same with Ryez, even though I still felt gulity about it, despite her doing it behind my back. So the odds were mostly in our favour compared to some of the other starving kids of whom you could easily count their ribs, I guess.

When I was reaped, Ryez tried to volunteer for me, but I wouldn't let her. I tried to keep myself together, but seeing her that way made tears stream out of my eyes. I was immediately labelled as weak, which is true even now. She screamed, only stopping when a peacekeeper held a gun up to her precious little face, then it was my time to scream while I watched her tremble in terror. They didn't shoot her, but it scared any life I had left in my away.

I wouldn't have been able to live with the regret if I did let her take my place, so I guess here I am.

In fact, letting her take my place would be the worst thing I could ever do, because I protect her. Not the other way around. I will always protect her, even if I die right now. The Capitol may try and take that away from me, but they can't. When I die, I will watch over her and protect her still, and when she comes to join me we will be happy, forever. I wonder what she is doing now. I hope she's ok, I pray that she is and always will be.

I pulled and struggled, trying to get away. Using all the strength I had in me. Which, for your information, wasn't a lot. My arms began to fling around, and I was kicking and squirming to try and get free. But he didn't move. He just stood there with that horrible smirk plastered on his face, watching me quickly becoming exhausted whilst failing to flee. I needed to get away from this monster, who was trying to kill me. Although, he wasn't the monster, I know he's playing a long with their barbaric game, but only because the real monster's controlling him. The real monster is the Capitol, and it always will be, because everyone is too afraid to stand up for their beliefs. I see that now.

He would loosen his grasp, teasingly, then grab me again when I thought might have a miniscule chance of escaping. He laughed in amusement every time. It was no use. I wasn't going anywhere.

I remembered the first time I held my baby. It felt like a life time ago, when in reality, it was only a few months ago. She was like a bundle of happiness as soon as those eyes locked into mine, the answer to all of our problems.

"Aren't you a pretty one!" He taunted yet again.

I shivered, terrified. 'Just let me go!' I screamed helplessly inside my head. If I dared utter those words I would be dead before you could even count to three, and that would be lucky. My throat became dry, and everywhere stung and hurt, even though he hadn't harmed me yet.

I pursed my lips, trying not to scream as he yanked my long, blonde ponytail and began to drag me somewhere, cackling as he strode through the forest. I took deep breaths, pretending not to notice the pain in my head. Instead, I watched the boy twirling his knife threateningly with his spare hand, without a care in the world, and hoped for a miracle.

Twigs clawed and scratched at me, and the whole forest surroundings seemed to come alive and try and attack me. I blocked it out, thinking of happy memories and thoughts.

I didn't know where he was dragging me, but I knew it wasn't going to end well. My head hurt too much because of the painful tugs my scalp was at the receiving end of. There was no chance I was getting away. I didn't care about where I was going with my killer, I just hoped my journey to the after world wasn't too painful. Even though it was a stupid wish that was never going to become a reality.

I wasn't getting away from him, was I?

I wasn't going to win or return home, was I?

I wasn't going to grow up and live happily ever after with Ryez and Sapphire, and be able to fully protect them, was I?

I was going to leave a huge hole in my sister's heart forever. Because I am going to leave her, just like her mother did. I am going to leave her in this world full of loneliness and sorrow.

I'm going to leave my baby daughter without a memory of the mother, who left her alone in this world full of darkness and heartbreak.

I was going to break that one promise I had ever made to them both.

I was going to die.

I promised them I would win the Games and return to them. We would be rich, and never have to go to sleep with an empty belly ever again. We would live in luxury, total luxury. I can't believe I gave her such false hope, I can't believe I gave myself such false hope. I had no chance of returning home to them, none at all. The thought of never seeing them again hit me like one of those stupid Capitol trains going at full speed.

Tears began to prickle down my cheeks. Helpless tears, and defenseless tears. Tears that weren't just because of the pain I was going through, or because I was scared. Tears because I was leaving the people I loved.

I have never really thought about death. I didn't let myself think about it. But now, with the end being so near I'm pretty sure I can touch it, I don't know what to expect other than pain. Pain and horror.

'It's okay,' I assured myself. 'Ryez has father, my father can help look after baby Sapphire and they will be happy. They will be okay.' I thought, trying to calm myself.

But no, she doesn't have a father anymore, she never really did. Because our father was dropped into a world of depression years ago, when my mother died. My mother died in the Arena just like I am about to, and in some ways, so did he.

My mother's death seems so tragic, as it was, and I still remember it vividly, however hard I try and push it out of my body. She was a bloodbath, lucky for her. She died fast, but it still tore my heart in two. The deadly career from Two simply stabbing her over and over through the heart as she was foolish enough to try and get supplies. I didn't make the same mistake, but I made this one.

My father will never be able to climb out of that hole of sadness he buried himself into so long ago; he will probably start hitting Ryez again, maybe even the baby.

'Not Sapphire, my precious little gem!'

My sister has no-one but me. She needs me. She needs me more than anything, more than food, water, medicine. Because none of those things matter if I am with her. When I am with her, she is happy. But she is going to have to live without me because I'm about to be killed.

"Please make it quick" I wept delicately.

I knew this was a stupid and foolish thing to say the minute those words left my mouth.

Of course, he wasn't going to kill me painlessly, he would make sure my journey to the next stage in life, if there even was one, as painful as possible, because he is that sick that he finds it enjoyable.

He yanked my hair viciously, even harder than before. I collapsed in an awkward heap on the floor., but shot up quickly, trying to run away. He grabbed me though, and shoved me back down. That was the point where I actually gave up.

I could see the golden Cornucopia a distance away, through my eyes, blurred with tears. I could see smoke coming from over there, as well. I'm guessing that was where the other Careers were situated.

This thought made me shiver in terror. I guess I would try to keep my screams as muted as possible, I wouldn't want to attract any more attention. If this was the attention I was getting from him, I can't begin to imagine the attention I would get from the other brutal and ruthless Careers, if this one was willing to share his prize.

"Don't you tell me what to do!" He screamed in rage, his face flushing red with anger.

I don't know if he was pretending to be angry to intimidate me even more, or he actually was. Either way, I was trembling even more furiously. I almost want to be that powerful and fearless, not so I can kill people, but so I wont be classed as an easy target or easily tortured.

He was a year younger than me, only seventeen. But more than twice as big, and about fifty times more powerful. Ryez is tall, almost taller than me in fact, but I have always been small. Of course, anyone would be more powerful than me. I am one of the oldest tributes here, yet easily one of the weakest, everyone was right. I am surprised I even made it past the first night.

He thought killing was fun, he didn't think any of this was wrong. He didn't think killing 23 innocent children every year was bad, or leaving the remaining Victor scarred for life. His eyes told me.

He was just like everybody else, ignoring the pain that 23 families go through every year, ignoring the unfair way we are treated, believing this 'pageant of honor' is wonderful. He really is just like everyone else, pretending this is right, when it isn't, it is wrong.

That's when I felt it.

I screamed in pain as his knife tore deep into my leg. My breathing increased even more rapidly, I was panting and gasping as blood flowed out of it. I tried to fight the tears that were streaming out of my eyes like there was no tomorrow. Oh wait, there wasn't.

But the pain wasn't even close to over. It hurt even more as he yanked it out of me, leaving a deep, in-healable gash. I screamed again, an agonizing scream that probably made the mockingjays quiet. I tried to stop, so I wouldn't scare Ryez. My breathing increased even more rapidly, I was panting and gasping as blood poured out of the wound on to the now-red grass.

The pain was unbearable; in fact I'm pretty sure the knife went right the way through my leg. I bit deep into my lip to stop me from screaming any more, and waved my arms around pathetically to stop the knife was coated with my blood; it gleamed in the moonlight as he held it up, laughing as if I just told him a joke.

I clenched my teeth together, trying to resist showing any pain. It would only make him stronger, knowing he had succeeded in punishing me, harming me, and hurting me.

He picked me up, with almost no effort, and forced me to stand on my feet. I collapsed almost instantly, and my screams leaked out again. I couldn't stop them. He grinned, a horrible evil grin. This sickened me. How could someone's screams of agony be funny?!

I barely had a chance to acknowledge the first round of pain, because the second came too soon after.

I suddenly noticed a sharp, horrifying, and agonizing pain in my hand and arm. It shot up my arm so fast, traveling down my body and paralyzing me. My scream was ear-splitting. It was so loud, that I'm sure the whole Arena could hear. In fact, I'm sure it could be heard from District 12. He laughed evilly again, as if he got stronger with every scream.

I didn't open my eyes straight away. I shut them tightly, trying to block everything out. It didn't work. When I opened them, I regretted it instantly. I was shaking immensely, my whole body seeming to have a spasm on the floor whilst I was screaming and trembling.

Then I realized he was dangling something in front of my face, something coated in blood, I could make out fingers. It was a hand; My amputated hand.

I glanced down at my arm and shrieked in horror, another agonizing, ear-splitting scream filled the air. Blood was squirting out of my stub of an arm. It wouldn't be long before I died of blood loss.

It finally sunk in, even more than the pain. I wasn't going home back to my babies. I was never going to watch them grow; I was never going to be happy.

Floods of tears began to crawl out of my eyes, I didn't want to die. None of us want to die, but we don't have a choice.

The Capitol doesn't care that they are tearing us away from our families and our happiness. They don't really care that they are taking away lives. They say doing this is to punish our ancestors for rebelling, it's been ninety-two freaking years! Are they still not done punishing us?!

No this isn't about punishing us, it's about showing us that they control us. They could and will kill us easily, all of us. It's about showing us that if we dared step out of line, that we would be dead instantly. It's just because they are thirsty for blood, that's why they make us fight to the death. They don't care.

He leaped on top of me, pinning me down on the floor. Don't say I didn't struggle, because I did. I used my arm and my leg that weren't damaged. I tried my best to get away from this monster, to safety. For my sister and my daughter. But, sometimes, your best just isn't good enough. It hurt, everything hurt.

"Don't cry!" He mocked sympathy as he saw the tears dripping down my face.

This made the tears pour out of my eyes even more. I just wanted to die now. I hope they send mutts in to kill me, or a volcano erupts or something, But I know this won't happen, and I need to stay alive for them. I wanted to skip the pain; I wanted everything to go back to the way it was, before the reaping, when we were all happy. But that wasn't going to happen.

"Your hair, it's stunning. Golden and beautiful, it shines like the sun. Almost as beautiful as you," He grinned sarcastically, smirking at the same time.

I began to shake. What horrible things was he going to do next? More importantly, how much will it hurt?

He began to chop and scrape every hair off my head, leaving me bald in many places, and my scalp cut and bleeding. He held up pieces of my once blonde hair, now covered in my blood. I trembled, not wanting to look at my head. Blood was oozing down my face, but surprisingly it wasn't that painful. It just felt like a very bad head ache, that made my surroundings blurred, and my thoughts cloudy. Maybe I was immune to pain, as I had received so much of it.

I began to feel woozy, probably from the loss of blood. I could barely move, everything hurt. I could barely see, the end was near.

"Such a pure heart. You don't care about your looks! I love it. It just makes you even sexier. What about this?" He laughed, menacingly. I gulped, scared again. He sounded distant though, which scared me even more.

Why couldn't he leave me alone?

I think he ripped off my top, showing my exposed body to the whole of Panem. But my eyes were clenched shut, as if I was unconscious and I couldn't struggle, or it hurt to move. His grasp was too strong to be broken. A bit like the love I experienced with Ryez and Sapphire.

I screamed for him to get off me, at least I tried to scream, but nothing would come out. I thought I was dead, but you don't feel pain in heaven, so I couldn't be.

I hated him, I hated the world, it isn't fair! I was miserable; I just wanted to die now and stop the pain. He started feeling me, in the places I would call private. I squirmed, tears still rolling down my cheeks like waterfalls. I'm sure this is sexual abuse. Just get off me and leave me alone! I wanted him to kill me now, stop torturing me and end my life, so I wouldn't have to go through this pain.

I'm pretty sure he began to cut my stomach, as it hurt intensely there. I could feel scratches and hot blood trickling down my body. It strung like mad and the pain was unbearable. The cuts were deep. I felt utterly miserable and horrified to know that my family would be watching this. Watching me be tortured, watching me die.

The pain was unbearable. So bad that I was screaming

"Aw, you wrote that you love me across your tummy. So sweet, baby!" He cackled, admiring his work.

We're both just Capitol puppets, that's why he is doing this. They are controlling him. They are controlling everyone, because we are all Capitol puppets. They don't care that they are tearing me away from the people I love. I hate them.

"Don't pretend you don't want this, babe!" He sneered, furiously. "You love me, you want me!"

I could still feel pain, across my face I think. I was screaming, but everything felt distant, still painful.

"The only person I will ever love is Ryez, Sapphire, and my parents. I hate you, I hate the Capitol, and I hate you all!" I murmured, not even sure if he could hear me, and almost not caring.

I remembered everything Ryez had been through. I had been like a mother to her, protecting her, providing for her, feeding her, talking to her, making her smile. I was like the mother she never had.

I remembered all the arguments we've had, she never gives in on an argument, ever! It makes me smile thinking about my slightly arrogant sister which I can't help but adore. I loved her sarcastic personality; Her ability to creep around and scare me, which she thinks is hilarious. Her beautiful smile, and the way her piercing green eyes dazzle, showing her emotions. I loved protecting her when she was scared; I loved every moment I spent with her. I remembered looking after her for everyday of her life, from the day she was born, and I could never do that again.

I remembered the first time I held little Sapphire, when I truly fell in love with her and those bright and brilliant blue eyes. They stared up at me, so innocent, beautiful, and full of happiness. I remembered the first time she smiled at me, and then the first time I made her laugh. The first time she made me feel happy, like this life wasn't so bad after all. But I would never remember the first time she spoke or walked because I was about to leave her, I was about die in front of her beautiful blue eyes, even if her tiny mind had no idea of what was going on.

I was going to die, and leave my sister and daughter forever. I was just another one of those Capitol puppets.

I remembered when I was little, and even last week. I would fantasize about when I was older. I would be happy and Sapphire would have lots of brothers and sisters, we would all live in a pretty little house with Ryez and her family. There would be no Hunger Games, and everyone would be free and able to live their lives without fear. But I couldn't make that happen, because my life is about to end.

I think he left, because it no longer hurt and I couldn't hear him. I couldn't help feeling relieved.

Everything around me started to blur yet again, I screamed out in pain, trying to stay calm, trying to save myself. Yes, my leg would slow me down, but I could escape. Get away and return to my family.

I crawled away, still screeching in agony. Just five minutes ago I had been unharmed. Scared, but unharmed. Look at me now. Every part of my body hurting madly. I could do it, hang on for a few more days. Tears and blood blurred my vision, and I could barely make out anything, but I could still do this.

Crawling with only one hand was hard, and that is an exaggeration. I coughed, coughed out blood, my scalped head bleeding into my eyes and blinding me even more than he pain was. You can do this Ryez, come on! I aimed my focus in the direction of the forest, and thought of them, my family. do it for them. I carried on crawling, gasping and murmuring at the pain, but refusing to acknowledge it.

I collapsed in an awkward heap on the grass, in a pool of blood, my blood. The pain, I couldn't cope with it.

I finally accepted the fact that I was dying, if not already dead.

I had failed to return to Ryez, and I will never see my baby grow up.

Sapphire will remember me as the mother who left her; in fact she won't remember anything about me, because I left her when she was three-months-old. She will never remember me, no matter how much I loved her.

Ryez was watching me die right in front of her, her world getting torn to pieces. Sapphire wouldn't know I was dying. In fact, she wouldn't even remember me when she began to grow up.

This broke my heart; hurt me even more than any knife could.

Why can't they just stop controlling us?!

I love you, Ryez. I love you, Sapphire. I love you, Father.

And Mummy, I'm coming to join you. We can watch down on our family and protect them from here, be their guardian angels.

Blackness began to flood my vision, the world spinning and the pain condemning me. My screams of agony could no longer be heard, and suddenly it was completely gone. I sighed in relief.

I was submerged into darkness, it felt good.

I was no longer a girl, no longer an unknown but loved citizen from District 9.

I am just another one of those 2116 innocent children the Capitol have already murdered because of this 'pageant of honor'. No-one is, or has ever done anything to stop this from happening, and the sick thing is: no-one ever will. Because this is the world we live in, this is the world we fear, and this is the world that is never going to change.


I woke up screaming, my face slick with a terrified sweat, my whole body pale and clammy.

I sat up; staring anxiously around at the tree I was nestled in, high up above. The familiar scent of the desert beckoned me back to reality. The plants and trees of my lonely oasis I lived by, the animal scent and the smell of dryness.

It was just a dream, shhh.

Well, more like a nightmare.

Except it wasn't either, that really did happen.

Don't worry; I'm not in the after world, telling you some freakish story about how I got here. (Is that really how tacky you think FanFiction is these days?!) No, I haven't been murdered, yet.

I'm Ryez Palor, I guess I live in District Nine, if you must know. My beloved big sister died last year, my mother 11 years ago, both in the Hunger Games.

And this year, so will I.

I thought of leaving if there, on a bit of a cliff-hanger, you guys wanting to know more about me. (Yes, I feel honored.) But you really should know more.

Any other person would cry right now, being reminded of their sister's painful, horrifying death, or even thinking about their dead mother. Not me.

I like to call myself strong, but the real reason I'm not breaking down into floods of tears is because I wake up to this every morning. I have the same nightmare every night, and have been for the last year. I have to stay strong for them anyway.

Well, actually, I have a variety of beautiful dreams to pick from, please select your favorite. My mother's death, my sister Maizie's agonizing time in the Games, helpless little baby Sapphire when she was murdered right before my eyes, my father being executed, me being abused and hit by my father when I was younger, my time which I will spend in the Games, there's quite a lot more. Take your pick.

The reaping is today, I know I'm going to be reaped, so there is no need for me to be scared or nervous or anything. I'm not the girl I used to be, trembling when that word was even uttered. A lot has changed, the past and the future. I can't afford to be the timid little girl I was.

I've known I was going to be reaped for around nine months, long time to prepare, huh? I wish.

Don't ask me how I know I'm going to be reaped, let's just say a certain man practically took out every other girls name out of that ball and left mine in there. I won't bore you with the details just yet. I will just save the surprise for later.

At first I was angry that I was going in to the Arena, I would be entering the same place where my mother and sister died. Not anymore, I used to be a scared little girl, weak and helpless. Maizie's death and Sapphire's made me stronger, able to survive, not afraid.

To be perfectly honest, it's not that bad going into the arena, being sent to the slaughter. There is no one left I love; no one left that cares about me. The Capitol took care of that, so no-one is going to miss me.

I guess I can just die in there and no-one will care, no one will remember. Like no-one remembered my mother, sister or even little Sapphire after their deaths. Yeah, it sickens me.

I would have included my father in my little 'no one remembers their deaths' speech, but then I would be lying. Every citizen in this freaking district will remember his death for the rest of their pitiful lives!

I'm not going to do that, I'm not going to die so no one will remember any of the good people in my family.

The Capitol will not get away with killing everyone I love one by one, even if not all of them were innocent.

I will try to beat all odds and win, then I will come back and stop the Games, Even if I live the most unhappy life alone, I don't care.

No-one else should die because those horrible, malevolent people think it's entertaining.

I will stop them

Hahaha, if only it was that easy.


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