Chapter One, Part A

There had been no winner of the 74th Hunger Games. At first, it had seemed there would be two winners. The two tributes from district twelve had pulled some stunt to try to survive, trying to convince the capital to let them both get out alive. Of course it hadn't worked. They were killed off in the next few hours by a large swarm of tracker jackers.

You couldn't have guessed what the quarter quell next year would be as soon as both Katniss and Peeta had died. Everyone knew it would be something terrible. Noone was prepared for it, but they all knew deep down that it would be the worst one yet. On Reeping Day, everyone knew what would happen. They all came in their best clothes, either crying or pretending to be stronger then they really were.

There was a thick stream of people leaving the factories in District 5, leaving to go home and get ready for the next day. Everyone was headed in the same direction, down the streets and towards the places they called home. They'd go watch President Snow announce this years Quarter Quell. All except for one body at least. A thin girl with a thin face was pushing against the current of people, her bright red hair evident amoung the crowds. She resembled a tribute from the year before, the one that the others had called Fox Face. Maybe it was just a coincidence, but it wasn't. It was her sister, her ash-gray - instead of the Amber that her sister had - eyes glowed as she pushed through the people. Although she appeared to be a replica of Foxface, you could tell they were not the same person. Foxface's sister was too loud, too outgoing, but also incredibly prideful. You could tell from how she held herself as she pushed through the stream and towards the District's center. "Blye." A male voice said, grabbing the girl's arm and pulling her to the side of the path and away from the thinning crowd of people. "Oh, Mister Fir Ivory. Aren't you nervous about tomorrow?" The female, Blye, said as she looked up towards the taller male. He only laughed, shaking his head. "Miss Blye Roxen, of course I'm not. It's our last year to be entered in the reaping. Our luck has always been the best, hasn't it?" He said, smiling down at her with amber eyes that reminded Blye of her sister.

"I guess so. I can't help but be nervous. My sister-" Blye said, before she was cut off by her bestfriend. "You're luckier then your older sister ever was. We'll be okay. And after we come out safe from the last reaping..." Fir said, waiting for her to finish his sentence. "...We...We'll announce our engagement." Blye said, smiling softly. "Right." Fir said, running his fingers through her soft curls. "Now, come on. Let's go see what Snow's plan is for all of us this fine Quarter Quell." He took her hand gently, rolling his finger over his grandmother's subtle ring that was on Blye's finger.

They walked down the streets to the district's center. Though they were too far from the homes to reach them in time to see the announcement, they could make it to the center's screen in enough time. At least, that's what they were hoping for. They reached the center just as the signal reached it. The Capital's Song came on, with the large logo flashing across the screen. Then, there was President Snow. People were clapping as he pulled out the yellow envelope. The Hunger Games #75. The third Quarter Quell. People's fates were on that little piece of paper. He cleared his throat before leaning towards the microphone. "This Quarter Quell's twist. Only one name will be drawn." He paused, and there was a gasp through the speakers before he started to speak again. "The name of a female will be drawn. And she must choose her district's male tribute." There was a loud cheer, before the farmilliar chime came back on. The logo flashed, before the screen turned to static and went black.

Fir and Blye looked at eachother, squeezing eachother's hands in a comforting manner. They didn't even have to say anything. Their chances of being split appart were just cut in half.

Part B

Blye pulled and tugged at her dress. She just couldn't get it to fall right. In her mind, dresses were the most uncomfortable thing that anyone could possibly force her to wear. It was gray, the same ashy color as her eyes. She stared herself down in the mirror, sliding her ring off of her finger and sliding it into a small hidden pocket in her dress. Reaping Day. She didn't know how Fir could be so carefree on this day, like there was no chance that their names would be pulled. She guessed that now he didn't really have to worry about his name being called, but her name still had just as much of a chance as she always had.

She turned, facing her family. "You look pretty Blye." Her five year old sister said, gripping onto her mother's hand.

"Stay strong baby girl. The odds are in your favor. You'll be fine." Her mother said, rubbing her shoulder gently.

"If you do get picked, make sure you chose Fir. He's got a smart head and strong hands. He'd help you survive, and protect you until death. You know that." Her father said. Blye knew he said it in a joking manner, a small sad smile on his face, but she couldn't help but take it as a sign. Even her father knew that the Roxen family had some of the worst luck in the whole of District 5.

She smiled softly, embracing her family in a quick hug before she closed her eyes and departed to her fate. The fate she knew was hers.

Part C

She walked up through the line, going through the small prick of blood she was used to, before going towards the Female-18 square with her head held high. People glanced at her, waiting for her to show emotion. To break down, cry, become nervous over the death of her sister from the year before to this bloodbath. But no, Blye stayed strong, keeping her hands at her side as her right fingers played with her ring through the fabric. Now in her spot, in the front row all the way to the left, she could easily see Fir at the other end of the stage. The males still had to go through the normal procedure, they just didn't have the chance of getting their names chosen.

What lucky people.

Everyone was where they were supposed to be now. The capital's anthem came on, as Percei Duncain came out of the town hall in an elaborate outfit, holding the glass bowl into the air as if they should all be excited about it.

"Welcome, welcome." She started, going through the regular speech and showing the regular video. The air tensed, as she explained the quarter quell before she placed the bowl onto the small table ahead of her.

Her fingers reached in, and Blye looked forward blankly. She was ready for this. Ready for her upcoming death sentence.

"Blye Roxin!" Percei called, her large smile staring down at her. Just as Blye started to step forward, a small girl from the sixteen-year square stepped forward with her hand raised. "Wait. I volunteer." She said, walking up before Blye even had the chance to go up.

Blye was outraged. She wanted to go up there and go through what her sister went through. She wanted to go to the capital. She wanted to be dressed up, shown off as her sister had been. She wanted to kill every single person who she was up against. Blye wanted to get revenge for her sister. She had been training for the last year, and this little white-haired girl just ripped it away from her.

"What is your name, brave girl?" Percei said, holding the microphone to the girl. "Ashby Herriot." The girl said, her pale skin shining under the lights as if it was made from diamonds. Her light blue eyes shone as Percei started to speak again. "Why would you volunteer? Are you sure? This is quite a commitment, and a great honor." Percei said.

"The Roxin family doesn't deserve to loose another child. And I feel like I could win." Ashby said, rubbing her hands together.

"Quite sure of yourself. Who is the lucky male that you chose to share the honor?" Percei said.

"Fir Ivory, ma'am." Ashby said, quite sure of her answer. Fir was the strongest male in the district, and one of the smartest. She knew her chances were highest of surviving with someone like him.

Blye dug her long nails into the palms of her hands. "NO!" She screamed, falling to her knees. Ashby wondered what was wrong, but she just shrug it off gently. She started to tremble. Fir couldn't go without her. He would die, and she'd be left here alone and...

Her thoughts were interupted by Fir walking up the stage. Was noone going to volunteer? Someone had volunteered for her, but noone would for Fir? Fir was such a better person. His sad eyes met hers. "I'll come back for you." He mouthed, smiling softly before the peacekeepers turned Ashby and Fir towards the Hall's doors and wisked them inside.

And then, surronded by a huge crowd of people, Blye was alone.