Okay, so, first off, wow, this is a super long chapter; I don't think I've ever started out a story with almost 4,000 words. I'm glad it was this story, because I'm really excited for Tidal Waves. I recently read the first two books, and am working on the third one. But, this idea has been stuck in my head for a while, and they just consume my thoughts until I write them down.

Another thing is, if you guys read my other story 'The Secrets we Hold,' please don't be worried; I'm not abandoning the story. I know I haven't updated that in a long while, but I was really busy during the summer with work and what not, and then a whole bunch of stuff happened and what not, and it resulted in me not being able to update. And I also kind of lost my muse, so ... yeah, but I promise, I'm working on it. I got the X-Men; First Class DVD for my birthday (coincidentally, it came out on my birthday), so I'll be working on that story too, once my muse starts coming back (and it will, once I start watching it again). And if you guys haven't read my other story yet ... well, then you can ignore this, and I would love for you to read it.

But, for now, on with the story.

Tidal Waves Prologue; 'Cause it Came Down like a Tidal Wave

Blood everywhere.

Canon shots fill the air.

Body pieces dangling from the trees.

She can't take it anymore. She just wants to go home.

"Nicky!"

She screeched loudly, her eyes shooting open. Her legs were tangled up in the sheets, and her body was covered in a cold sweat. Tears instantly started falling from her rosy cheeks, and she realized nothing was real.

It was just a dream. It was just a dream…

"Nissa," a boy called, barreling into the went over to the young girl, and instantly engulfed her into his arms. She cried into his bare chest. He knew what had troubled her she had been having nightmares about the games. Similar dreams had been plaguing his mind as well lately…

But it wasn't fair to her. She was just a child. Not even old enough to enter the games her self.

She was only eight, after all. He wasn't allowed to watch the games until he was eleven years old. His mother often ushered the children into the next room, while the adults watched on the big screen. During reaping day, his mother would tuck them into bed, and wouldn't let anyone in or out (it wasn't until latter that he learned his mother was telling everyone that they were sick). But eventually, he turned eleven, and his mother couldn't hide him from it anymore. He remembered the hushed conversation his mother had with his father. His mother was worried, but his father seemed calmed. Finally, he was taken by his parents, and explained the whole ordeal – of course, he knew bit a pieces about it from other children in his school, but not even they knew all about it. Besides, in District 4, people usually volunteered for this kind of stuff, so people who didn't want to go had nothing to worry about. But then he watched the games for the first time. And everything changed.

But now, at age fourteen, he had been chosen.

He was the male tribute for district 4.

And his sister – his eight-year-old sister – was subjected to the torture, just as he was. There was no hiding her from the pain. She was frail, and naïve, and so young and full of spirit. She shouldn't have had to watch people fighting until death. He knew what it was like, having to watch people go at it. But he could never imagine watching some one he loved and care for fighting. Even though he had won the games, he hadn't gone on unharmed. He knew the pain of going through the games, and he could only imagine that she had felt the same way.

"Nicky," she mumbled into his chest. He just rubbed small circles on her back as she cried.

"Sh Nissa, it's okay. I'm here. Everything is okay. We're okay."

He just kept rubbing her back, repeating soothing words into her ear. And she just kept crying, first, loud sobs emitted from her tiny lips. Though eventually, it subdued to a small whimper.

Finally, she seemed to stop crying, and he looked down at her, and noticed that she seemed to have fallen back asleep. He quickly tucked her under the blankets as quietly as he could. He smiled as he watched her; unlike earlier, she seemed quite peaceful. He face seemed calm, and her breath was even.

He leaned down, and gave her a small kiss on the forehead, before heading towards the door, being and quiet as he could, stepping over all the creaky floorboards and squeaky areas.

"Nicky," the young girl whispered from her bed, "please don't leave me. Please don't go."

He knew what she had meant, but deep down, he felt like it was a plea for something that he knew he couldn't promise. He had to go onto the Victory Tour, and then next – and possibly the year after that, the year after that! – he'd have to be a mentor to the next unfortunate tribute.

"Alright, Niss," he replied, sitting on the edge of her bed as he started to play with her hair, "I'm not going anywhere … and neither are you…"

TEN YEARS LATTER

"Alanis Morgen, you get down here this instant! You brother is about to leave! Don't you want to say good-bye?"

"I'm coming, Mother," the young woman replied.

She gave one last look at herself in the mirror, and smiled. She wasn't that little girl who cried for her brother anymore; her baby fat was long gone, and instead she had a thin face, and toned muscles. Ever since she was old enough, she had been training with her father and brother, and had since grown into a healthy, nice looking body.

Yet, she still had her soft, child-like features, she had gotten from her mother, and her beautiful sea green eyes she had gotten from her father.

"Alanis!"

This time it was her father, as stern as ever.

"I'm coming!" she called down.

Quickly, she jumped out the seat, and rushed down the stairs. She doesn't want to waist any time saying goodbye to her brother. She hated this time of year, and even though she knows he doesn't have to fight any more, it still hurts. Because it's one more loss for District 4. One more tribute her brother's lost as their mentor. One more year of her brother dying a little bit on the inside.

And even though there's physical pain, she still hurts just as much as any of the tributes that lost their lives.

"Alanis," her brother said as she jumped into his arms. He let out a laugh, and she couldn't help but laugh with him. She loved her brother almost as much as she loved life it's self. She couldn't dream of not having him around, especially not after he had been sent off to the Hunger Games.

"Nicky," she replies, smiling at the old nickname she used to have for him. She prides herself on being the only one he won't hit when they call him that.

"Take care of yourself," she continues as he sets her down, "don't worry too much. Eat the food they put in front of you: as much as I know you love the tributes, we both know giving them your own food isn't going to help anyone in the long run…"

It was the same thing every year. After his first year of being a mentor, Alanis had found her brother coming home with a good fifteen pounds off of him. He was positively sickly looking, and once dinner rolled around, he ate three full plates of what his mother was serving. It took a few days for him to get back to being himself, but eventually he did. Alanis vowed though, that she would never let her brother go through that again.

"Alright, alright, Alanis," he brother replied with a large smile, "Geez, sis, you make it sound like you're the mentor here."

Alanis rolled her eyes, and punched him on the arm. Another round of laughs erupted through the room. It was funny how ironic Alanis found that the time right before the saddest moment of the year was actually one of the happier moments for her.

"Alright, Nissa," her brother said, "you be a good sport. I'll see you at the reaping."

He gave her a small kiss on the cheek, before moving on to their mother and father.

Alanis knew she would be seeing her brother latter that day, at the reaping. But, since he was a mentor, he had to be there much earlier then every one else, especially today, since everyone knew there was going to be a new escort for district 4; Elliot Watts. No one knows what he'll be like, but Alanis secretly hopes that he was better then the one from before - Ginger Hayes. Although Alanis had never met the woman personally, she had heard all sorts of stories from her brother about her, all how she spoke with a nasally voice, and she squeaked whenever something happened. She had been around long enough for him to remember that she was the actual escort who had the pleasure of escorting him and his fellow female tribute to the games. She was so sickeningly sweet, that it stopped seeming like she cared, and quickly looked like all she wanted was for the most winner. Which had hardly been happening over the past few years. Alanis had guessed that was why Ginger quit, though the real reason will always be a mystery to the young blonde.

Alanis gave her brother a quick hug, before he walked out the door. She looked up at her mother, who seemed terrified that her baby boy was going to support the games yet again, and her father, who seemed to be very proud that his son was going off to mentor the next tributes representing their homeland.

Alanis made little time to talk to her parents; before either of them could get a word in, she bounded up the stairs, to her room. Despite the fact that today was Reaping Day, she was determined to make it a fun day, at least until two; it was only eleven, and so the young girl had plenty of time. She pulled on her bikini – sea foam green with white polka-dots - and then a sea foam green cover-up, and quickly packed all of her necessities in her large, white, beach bag.

"Bye Mother, Bye Father," she called as she ran through the door. No need to tell them where she was going; the knew she had spent every Reaping Day there since the year after her brother was reaped. Just like so many people of District 4, the water calmed her nerves. When ever her brother wasn't there to hold her when she was upset, the water was her second choice. It was like ... being surrounded by family. Every time she dunked her head under water, she imagined the cool touch was the her family's touch, engulfing her in a hug. And she knew she was safe.

The walk to the beach was uneventful; people would stop her to chat; asking about all sorts of things, like her family - especially her brother, and school, and what not. She would politely answer back, though she would never stay to long. She made it to the sandy beach with good timing, and noticed that she was the first one there.

She set out her towel, and pulled her sunglasses over her eyes, leaning back until she hit the soft fluff of her towel. Despite the fact that she wanted to get into the water, she knew her friends would be upset if she didn't wait for them, so she closed her eyes, dreaming about what the Games would be like this year. Since it was a Quarter Quell, there was going to be something different ... a twist. Though, really, she had no idea what to expect; she had never really seen one, except for the bits and pieces that the Capitol had been showing for the past few days. Whatever it was, Alanis knew it was going to be something spectacular, although quite dangerous as well.

"Lani!"

The blonde heard someone call out her name, snapping her out of her day ream. She saw up, and saw two tall, thin, brown haired teenagers, one male, one female, making their way towards her.

Alanis waved her hand towards the two of them and smiled. The girl of the duo saw this, and quickly ran towards Alanis, clumsily tripping over the big rocks as she went. Alanis couldn't help but laugh as she watched.

"Oh Maryn," the blonde said happily when her friend made it to her, "graceful as always, I see."

"Oh Lani," the brunette replied just as happily, "sarcastic as ever, I see."

This caused the two girls to fall into a fit of laughter, and the boy finally made his way to the two girls.

"Hey, what are you two girls laughing about now," He asked.

"You, Phinn," Maryn replied, not even missing a beat, "and your keen sense of grouchiness."

A large smile played on Phinn's lips as he sat down in between Maryn and Alanis.

"I'm not grouchy," he replied, "I'm just realistic. Someone has to knock down all those dumb ideas that you two seem to have all the time."

Another fit of giggles escaped the three teenagers' lips. Right now, in this moment, it seemed like the best time to be alive, despite the fact that in a mere few hours, some one's life was going to drastically change.

Alanis looked over at her two friends and smiled. Maryn & Phineas Afton had been close friends of Alanis since she was a young child. She had met them one afternoon while at the beach with her brother, and the four of them had spent the entire day building a sand castle. Of course, her brother cared for them just as much as she did, but he was older then the three of them, and often played the role of 'protective older brother,' with them.

The three friends sat there for a few more mintues, just goofing off, until Alanis heard her name being called for a second time.

"Lani! Maryn! Phinn!"

The three friends looked up from where there were sitting and saw a group of three teenagers coming towards them. A large, raven-haired boy made it to the group first, quickly followed by a small, redheaded girl.

"Sorry we're late, guys," the boy said, "But Avon here just couldn't pick out the right bathing suit."

The girl said nothing, but her cheeks got red, causing the others to laugh a bit. The third person in their little group – a muscular blonde haired boy reached the group a few moments latter.

"Are you sure, River, that you're not the one who was having a hard time picking out what to wear," Alanis asked in a mocking tone. The boy just threw his towel at her in response.

"Oh, that's it, Lani," he said with a devilish smile, "You're going to pay for that."

He inched nearer and nearer to Alanis, and her excitement for the day turned into horror as she realized what he was going to do.

"You wouldn't," she stammered, backing away from her friend, "No, you wouldn't. Cullen. Avon. Guys. Help."

The others just smiled, and shrugged.

"You brought this on yourself, Lani," Maryn said with a coy smile, "there's nothing we can do now."

And before Alanis had any time to even come up with a quick witted response, River scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder, and walked over to the water, the young girl kicking and screaming all the way. Eventually, he just dropped her into the water. However, Alanis had a plan, and she attached herself to River's leg. He tried to get out of her grasp, but eventually, he too fell into the water, and both friends were sitting on the ground, the water brushing up against their arms and legs.

Soon enough, the four others joined her and River in the water. The six friends were splashing around, having so much fun. Alanis almost forgot all about the reaping, until she a young girl, who looked no older then fourteen or fifteen years old came into view. She was crying – not very hard, but her eyes were red and puffy, and you could see the water trails leading from her eyes all the way down to her chin. The girl was a fellow classmate; Alanis couldn't remember her name, or anything, but she had seen the girl around school, and in the town once or twice.

It was then that Alanis was reminded that this might be the last time she would ever spend with her friends. River was already old enough, and his name didn't have to be put in, but Alanis herself and Avon had this one last year, and Cullen, Marin, and Phineas had this year, as well as the next. There was a slight possibility that any one of them could be chosen, and there was a chance that if that happened, they wouldn't be coming back.

"Hey Lani," Avon said when she noticed her friend's sudden stop, "are you alright?"

"Yeah," she responded halfheartedly, "I've just got to get home. You know, and get ready for the reaping. I'm gonna go. I'll see you guys latter."

Avon nodded, and the others said their goodbyes. Alanis made her way out of the water, and grabbed her towel. The crying girl was only a few feet away, but Alanis decided not to go over – she didn't know what to say to the girl. She was incredibly bad at comforting people.

It only took her a few minutes for her to gather her stuff, and then she left, looking back at the beach one last time, taking in as much as she could, before heading home.

The second she got home, her mother started fussing over her; she had to look as presentable as she could, because her brother was a mentor, and so the cameras are going to be on them any chance they got. Alanis took a nice shower, washing off all the dirt and grime of the beach off her body, then sat down in front of her mother's vanity set, and waited for her mother to do whatever needed to be done.

When her mother was finished, Alanis's hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, with wisps of hair still down to frame her face. Her mother had picked out a pretty, lime green dress with a white underskirt, with a small, lime green rope at the top, to tie behind her neck. Once she had it on, she noticed that it only came to right above her knees, and she inwardly cringed. Alanis hated dresses – especially ones that were short like this. But her mother was always a worrier and this was the one time of the year where it was especially bad, so Alanis went with it in silence, hoping that the reaping would be as quickly as possible.

Soon enough, Alanis, her mother, and her father were all ready, and they were off. As they made their way to the Justice Building – the place where the reaping was going to take place – Alanis thought about what was about to happen.

Alanis wasn't nervous about her own name getting picked – her brother had reassured her enough that something like that would never happen. But still, Alanis had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that something wasn't quite right. She couldn't even think about what it would feel like to see any of her friends have to go through what her brother did – she didn't think she would have enough power to go on after that. She would feel extremely guilty if any of them, got picked. Cullen. Marin. Phineas. Avon – heaven forbid Avon getting picked. Her family had gone through a lot during the Games a few years ago. Alanis didn't think that they could go on with Avon being in the Games this year.

"Alanis, we're here, " her mother said, "so don't slouch. It's not very lady like."

Alanis rolled her eyes as she straightened her back. She said goodbye to her parents, and then headed over to her section. Behind her, Marin stood patiently in a navy blue dress. The two girls made eye contact, and Marin gave a small wave. Alanis returned the wave, and then made it to her section, where she met Avon, who was wearing a pretty white blouse with a dark red skirt.

"Welcome, all," Elliot Watts said at the podium once the last people seemed to make their way, "to the annual reaping for the Hunger Games…"

Alanis tuned out most of what he was saying, instead observing him as he talked. He was a tall man – extremely so, actually, standing much taller then Alanis's brother. He had pale white skin, and striking electric blue eyes that seemed to actually sparkle in the light. He was wearing a blue tuxedo that strangely matched his eyes perfect, and his bright, white hair was short and in curls. Alanis could tell that it was a wig, and not his actual hair, because it kept leaning a bit more to the right every time he moved.

"… And now, with that," he finished up, "onto the actual reaping!"

"Now, as well all know, this upcoming Hunger Games is the next Quarter Quell, so there will be a twist to this year's game…"

Alanis looked over at her brother's face, hoping to see some sort of clue as to if it was going to be a good year or not. But, what Alanis saw was not as reassuring as she had hoped; her brother's face was twisted into a scowl, and he seemed, almost … angry. Could it be that he really didn't know what was going to happen? Surely the would've told him, at least?

Alanis watched in anticipation as Elliot was handed two envelopes; one was faded blue, and the other was a light green. Elliot smiled as he opened the first envelope, reading what was inside the letter.

"Well ladies and gentlemen, it seems like the twist this year is that the Capitol gets to pick the two tributes this year."

A few gasps could be heard from the crowd, and people started murmuring between each other. But all Alanis could focus on was her brother, sitting on the stage exactly where the mentors should be. His face was void of all colors, and Alanis knew something was wrong. Something was incredibly wrong.

"And look here," Elliot said as he held up the other envelope: the purple one had yet to be opened, "I'm being told that the Capitol has already decided, and the names are right here in the envelope so… "

He took a few seconds to open the envelope. The crowd seemed to be holding its breath.

"… The tributes of the 75th Hunger Games are the nephew of the most honorable mayor, Deniz Morwen –" A young boy who was about the same age as Alanis walked out from his section, and into the main pathway. A few people looked shocked, and some – no doubt his family – were crying. He slowly made his way to the stage, but he didn't seem upset, or anything like that. He actually seemed to be in a sort of daze.

"– And, the lovely younger sister of one of your very own victors, Alanis Odiar."

Ha, were you expecting that? Probably; I'm not very good at the whole suspense / mystery thing. So yeah, in case you couldn't tell, this in an AU story, set after the first book. Review and tell me what you think. Did you like it? Did you not like it? Why? How do you think Finnick will react about his sister being in the 75th Hunger Games? Why do you think she was picked? Who do you think this Deniz Morwen character is? I would love to know what you all think.