This is my first Hunger Games fic, and this is truly a crossover even though it isn't listed as one. This includes characters from many different book series that hopefully you'll recognize a few and once they're introduced I'll put where they're from on here :) This is a short chapter introducing our protagonist, so sorry if it's short for you. But I have almost the entire story written out so hopefully I will be able to get chapters up here pretty easily. And...enjoy!


Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or ideas included in this story; all belong to their authors and publishers.


Will shifted his weight nervously. He could feel the sweat trickling through the crags in his hands. No, it couldn't happen to him. He only had one more year to go and then he would be free. And Alyss. He couldn't leave Alyss. Will turned his head to his left and caught a glimpse of Alyss's ash blond hair. She looked over at him, giving him a mere ghost of a smile. But he knew it wasn't real. It was nothing compared to her real, genuine smiles. Will shut his eyes, reliving the sunset picnics in the forest, the childish games they would play, the moonlight kisses. Will looked over at Alyss again. No, he knew she was probably even more worried than him. She was an orphan and had to support herself by all means necessary, even if that meant adding her name in to the drawing for the Reaping numerous more times.

The screech of the microphone forcefully dragged Will from his reverie and he turned his attention to the square's platform. A spunky woman with indigo ringlets had bounced up to the steps, batting her gold inch-long lashes playfully. She had the mic grasped in her talon-like hands.

"Happy Hunger Games!" she proclaimed cheerfully, although there was no response. The only reaction was the occasional blink from the glum faces below.

Will glanced down as she began rattling off the graciousness of the capitol for holding the disgustingly violent event every year. He had to fore his gaze back upward while they played the video about the rebellion. Will finally refocused his gaze once the video finished and Celina Portman's six-inch heels clicked over to the fish-bowl sculptures that held the fates of the soon-to-be tributes of the 77th Hunger Games.

"Well then, shall the ladies go first?" Celina asked with a sickeningly sweet giggle. She looked across the audience with her plastered smile before she plunged her manicured hand into the bowl. After the briefest moment, she pulled out a small slip of folded paper. Celina quickly broke the seal, unfurling the decisive paper.

"Roslyn Byrn," she announced with a toothy smile. Her gaze flickered over the surprised crowd until they landed upon a young girl about fifteen years of age who was reluctantly approaching the stage. Will watched as the skinny blonde haired girl stepped onto the stage. Celina guided her forward until she was to her left. Will had the utmost sympathy for the girl, but he also breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn't Alyss.

"Well now, let's pick our boy tribute!" Celina said gleefully before she dropped her hand into the second bowl.

Will closed his eyes as he held his breath. It wouldn't be…

"Will Treaty!" Will's breath caught in his throat. He couldn't even turn to look at Alyss for comfort after Celina announced his name. As much as he wanted to stay right where he was, Will felt himself walking forward until he was looking over the shocked faces of District 11.

Celina gave him a grin that he didn't even register. She then grasped his and Roslyn's hands, lifting them up into the air.

"And I present District Eleven's tributes for the Seventy-seventh Hunger Games!" she pronounced. Near to no one applauded. Will felt a disastrous sinking feeling in his stomach. Then he met Alyss's eyes. Tears were staining her pale cheeks. So badly did he want to comfort her, hold her, tell her it was going to be OK. But he couldn't. He had just nearly been delivered his own death sentence.

Will didn't know what was happening until he was enclosed in a dark room with only one small window. Then the door opened and Alyss was guided into the room before the door was shut behind her.

"Oh, Alyss," Will murmured as the ashen blond fell into his arms, sobbing into his shoulder. His callused hands moved up her slender back and into her hair before they began caressing her face. He was going to miss holding her angelic face in his hands. "It's going to be all right, OK? I'm going to fight until my last breath to get back to you."

Alyss gazed up at him with her startling gray eyes. "You promise?" her voice quivered.

Will kissed her forehead gently. "Yes, I promise. I swear on my father's honor."

Alyss closed her eyes, letting the tears soak her eyelashes. "OK,"

As Will embraced her once more, the Peacekeeper outside opened the door, motioning for her to take her leave. Alyss kissed him quickly but passionately. "Goodbye Will. I-I'll see you soon."

As Alyss was ushered out of the room, Will felt tears wet his own eyes. Through the remaining crack in the doorway he caught a glimpse of a grizzled gray haired man looking at him intensely, sending a silent message to him. Will nodded as he wiped his tears away. Then the man was gone. Will clenched his fists. He would keep his promise to Alyss. He would do everything in his power to make it back. Everything.


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