Reasoning and everything at the end, here's your chapter.
UPDATE: The Gamemaker sessions have inexplicably gone missing. I apologize for anyone reading back through the story.
Seraphin's stomach was bulging, 5 months pregnant, under her tasteful mint green dress. Posy sat on her lap, and Gale and Isaac sat on either side of her. The 4 of them were all very close. Posy and Gale were siblings, Seraphin and Isaac were neighbors, but it was deeper than that. They were all friends and had deep connections. The games, disgust at Katniss' new personality, suffering, nightmares.
They were sitting on the stage, waiting for the reapings to begin. Them and everyone else in the Palace. The escort, dressed in black as always, was getting ready too.
This year, they were going to pick them in assigned trios.
"I guess we better get started," The escort tittered nervously. Then she stuck her hand into the reaping bowl of younger girls.
"Shura Narmer." Her 11 year old frame quivered in her shocking pink dress. Her red eyes glared through a layer of tears, and they matched her red hair.
Next, the boy in her group. "Nathaniel Elmer." A tall and handsome 17 year old had a look of fear for only a second before turning into a hardened mask of determination. He wore a black tux that went well with his dark hair.
Finally, the older girl. "Ribbon Mason." Her hair was dark purple, she was 16, her skin was tan, and she wore a light purple dress, but that's not what anyone noticed. What people noticed were the two guards on either side of her, escorting the screaming, raging, convulsing girl to the stage.
The three of them sat on stage while the second trio was being picked.
"Snow Dream." In the 76th Games, Autumn Dream died. This was his shaggy haired 7 year old brother. His gray eyes were large and wondering. A 12 year old girl in her section reached out in his direction, a few tears in her eyes.
"Nike Jones." A cold looking 18 year old walked up with a smirk on his face. He wore a smart black tuxedo that went well with his cropped black hair and blood red eyes.
"Belladonna Rosen." An 18 year old girl had a small, excited smile on her face, and was dressed in a black ballerina outfit. Her skin was tinted silver, and her hair was flat black, just like both her eyes and the makeup around them.
The third group was somewhere in the crowd, and very soon they would be revealed.
"Ella Dawson." A 6 year old had brown eyes welling up with tears and didn't move. Her pale pink dress and long brown hair in pigtails made her seem so innocent. A 12 year old boy stepped up and held her hand, slowly bringing her up there while whispering.
"Blanche Clique." The 18 year old that was about to become a new doctor for the Capitol walked acceptingly in a loose pair of white pants, and a loose T-shirt. His paper-white skin and hair matched the clean white look very well.
"Annaleese Mayhell." Annaleese was 12 years old, and had clearly spent a lot of time curling her yellow hair, putting fake gems on her pale cheeks, and enhancing her electric blue eyes. She waved like a princess to the crowd, her whitened teeth showing clearly in her smile. Her dress was poofy and light blue.
The last Palace trio.
"Dawson Callo." He was 7, and tears immediately began pouring from his shining blue eyes. Dawson wore ironed khakis and a blue polo shirt. He looked positively miserable, sniffling on stage.
"Krista Crane." 15, long blonde hair, gorgeous green eyes. There was a small smile on her face, and she strutted in her brown skinny jeans and lime green tank top.
"Everest Thorne." A 14 year old looked very taken aback with a shocked look in his hazel eyes. He ran his hand over his extremely short chestnut hair.
There they were. The 12 tributes from the Palace, being taken to the library to meet with the families one last time.
Then the Dome tributes.
"Rose Pearson." A wide, innocent pair of emerald green 6 year old eyes swept the crowd in confusion. Her lacy white dress stood out against her shock of red hair. She caught the eyes of a 15 year old boy.
"Keenan Pearson." The 15 year old boy Rose met eyes with her green eyes but brown hair looked outraged. Once on stage, he knelt down and hugged his sister close to him.
"Angel Curry." The 16 year old girl with curly purple hair and a leather jacket made her way up to the stage with a confused look on her face.
The first dome group all locked eyes.
"Lancer Rantom." Lancer was an 11 year old with big brown eyes wide with surprise. He was very pale, and shook in his brown shorts and T-shirt.
"Gina Love." A 14 year old started to cry, just as a 16 year old yelled out, "I, Jinx Flame, volunteer." She was grinning in a wicked smile, and her white skirt swished around her legs. Seraphin saw something deep in her green eyes. Something primal and scared.
"Kile Serpindal." A 13 year old boy in a tuxedo walked up stage. He didn't look surprised or even that upset.
Next trio.
"Cyra Nash." The 10 year old in question was in a knit red dress and had a bold expression in her blue eyes. Her light blonde hair brushed her shoulders and she glared at Jinx who gazed blankly back.
"Ivan Gril." He was only 12, but a taller boy, 15, pushed his way through. "I volunteer as tribute. My name is Kronik Tarito."
"Artemis Rion." Her dark blue hair contrasted with her light blue dress. She was 17, so the look of shock and a little bit of fear on her face was strange.
The last group of dome kids were about to be chosen, and everyone was repelling the thought that it could be them.
"Wilhelm Mayer." A 5 year old boy froze. His blue eyes were huge, or at least as much of it as you could see under his long blonde bangs. The Peacekeepers picked him up and he came back to reality, kicking and looking at two older girls, both of which were crying.
"Colton Blackwood." He was 17 with wildly spiked blue hair and blue eyes. He looked upset for only a fraction of a second before breaking out into a large grin.
"Allyson Dovecoat." A 17 year old girl who looked ghostly with her sheer white dress, her waist length blond hair and huge blue eyes held a cream colored cat. Peacekeepers took the cat, which hissed and scratched one in the face. The girl Allyson was poorly feigning happiness, shock and fear easily seeable beneath the shaky façade.
The Dome kids were all brought to the expensive college to say their goodbyes.
It was time for the final 4 groups, the Shack.
"Amber Dimare." She was 10 with her dark red hair back in a braid, and her blue eyes leaking with tears. She didn't move, and people pushed the girl, who wore a simple T-shirt and jeans, up to the stage.
"Cliff Brenson." A tall, muscular 18 year old with thick brown hair walked very proudly and determinedly.
"Brooke Dimare." A 15 year old girl met Amber's eyes. Her hair wasn't red, but curly and brown. She wore a green dress with thin straps, and she walked with the slightest limp.
Only 12 left.
"Jonah FaeFort." The crowds, especially parents, gasped in horror as a 9 year old hobbled through the crowd on crutches and half of his right leg missing. He was very small and crying and going very pale.
"Copper Tin." "I volunteer!" Almost immediately, a boy was pushing his way through the crowd, 17 years old. He was dark-skinned and strong, wearing a black v-neck and an emotionless expression.
"Bexter Anne." A dark-skinned 15 year old with tangled black hair and a green off-the-shoulder dress that was a size or two to big for her. She looked emotionless, but four little dark skinned girls began crying.
Elijah nodded at Cliff before they both turned back to the reaping.
"Audrianna Glass." The 8 year old sister of Auriel Glass walked with an upset expression and a faded blue dress. Her hair was curly and brown, like her late sisters, and her skin was tanned.
"Atticus Marr." 15, dark brown hair, dark eyes, and clrealy homeless. His clothes were ratty and he had a completely indifferent look on his face.
"Shine Jewel." A 17 year old green walked slowly up to stage, her pink eyes wide with shock and fear. Her white blonde hair was long enough to go past the top of her strapless, very short gold dress.
The very last group was somewhere in the crowd.
"Rouge McDouglass." An 11 year old boy sort of shrugged, ran his hand through his brown hair, and walked up to the stage. A boy in the crowd said, "You're kidding me, right?" Rouge met the boys eyes and then the next name was called.
"Tempo Massimo." The 15 year old boy who had spoken during Rouge's reaping laughed a bit before his face collapsed into a solemn expression. His long brown hair was braided, and he stared seriously into Rouge's blue eyes.
"Ember Pillox." She was 17 with dark red hair streaked with black, and rebellious and gothic look, but she trembled as she walked to the stage. Her last name, Pillox, was the same as Iris' from last Games. Ember was wearing a short blue dress with a black cardigan and black heels.
The kids of the Shack were rushed to the local hospital to meet their friends and family.
Seraphin turned to Isaac and almost started crying. Isaac, who still wasn't the most comfortable with people, patted her on the back and helped her out of her chair. Gale threw Posy onto his shoulders so she towered above everyone. Seraphin wrapped one arm around Isaac for emotional support and reached out one hand to hold Posy's. Gale set one hand on Seraphin's shoulder and looked into Isaac's dark eyes.
The four of them stood, a powerful force against what they thought was wrong, and that they had no power to stop.
By the way, no sponsor points this story. But your reviews just might keep your tribute alive longer…because I like knowing that people are reading, and what they're thinking. I'm not having a sponsor system because the tributes earn prizes by protecting their smaller tribute. Now that you know how your tribute's small tribute reacted to the reaping, what will your tribute do? Kill them to get them out of the way? Protect them to try and keep themselves alive? Ignore them and leave it to fate?
This is the second reposting of the 78th games under the same title. I apologize for the people who suddenly got about 20 messages in their inboxes if they have me on author alert.
It was taken down with 21 chapters and 250 reviews, and I will admit I cried when it happened.
I have more details about why this took so long on the newest chapter as of July 3rd, 2012.
But I've decided to put it back up and keep working on it. The prequel of this story, The Lost Children, was also removed. But I was too lazy to put it back up on here. So you can find that at sanctuaryofthestrange . blogspot . com without those stupid spaces.
However, I lost a few of the early chapters, just tribute lists and the introduction.
So, Katniss is evil, giving the capitol kids punishment by sending them into the games with a speical twist.
The twist is that for every boy/girl tribute pair, one child between the ages of 5 and 11 are reaped with them as their source of food. Not cannibalism, but for every 2 tributes that died, they would all get a small amount of food.
Nothing is revised in any way. All stupid typos are still there.
Now, without any further ado, I this is what was once chapter 5 of the Scarred Children.