AN: No copyright of Hunger Games intended! For entertainment purposes only :) Enjoy x Main relationship: John/ Bobby :)

Chapter One

Bobby POV

I woke up to coldness, the other side of my rough bed empty. Ronnie had wriggled out of my grasp at some point in the night, most probably because my body temperature was freezing him or because of the nightmares. June 1st, Reaping day of the 74th Mutant games. Of course my little brother was plagued with nightmares.

I rolled over, glancing into the corner of the single bedroom where my parents sleeping forms could be seen clearly under the thin linen sheets, Ronnie's small hand poking out from between them. I slid out of the covers as quietly as I could, scowling at Buttercup the cat, Ronnie's beloved but stinking rat-bag that had no use but to steal half the food I caught and malt in my bed.

Our house wasn't much, a single bedroomed shack with a kitchen and small bathroom. No sitting room, a room for lounging about in District 12 was unheard off.

"Scram!" I hissed at Buttercup as he jumped on the kitchen side. As per usual the bastard ignored me. I glanced at the calendar above the stove as I put stale bread on the grill, 'Reaping day' marked clearly in red. The day where the freaks of society were forced to enter a game of kill or be killed just because we were different, a better species of Human.

I popped more bread into the grill and ran a hand through my hair, realising we needed a long overdue shop. Half a block of cheese, butter, a litre of milk and a quarter of a stale loaf wouldn't last long. Maybe Dad had earned some extra money from the mines? We could have a small privilege; Jam, apple sauce or a cupcake?

"Bobby?"

I looked up, Mum stood in the doorway. Circles under her eyes and her black hair a mess. "I'm making toast, we used most of the bread" She sighed and sat on the kitchen chair, allowing rat-bag to leap onto her lap and nuzzle into her.

"I'll go after the reaping darling, go and bath...I'll finish the breakfast." I nodded and did as I was told. Mum was human, as was Dad, but she had been unlucky enough to be born into a long line of mutant blood and ancestry. By chance she was human but any chance of being approved by the Peacekeepers and transferred into the village west of the Capitol was ruined when her children were born mutants.

"Thanks mum."

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John POV

"WAKE UP!"

I screamed as a giant force collided with me, knocking me from the bed and and onto our dog, Dobby. "Blake!" I whined, tugging the soft sheets from the mattress and curling into them on the floorboards, glaring at my older brother.

"Come on Johnny!" As expected the asshole ignored me, scooping me over his shoulder while I was feebly cocooned in my new satin sheets. Blake had constant cheer, the fact it was the day of the reaping didn't dampen his mood in anyway. I moaned and headbutted his back as he carried me through our small stone house to the kitchen. Our guardian and aunt, Storm, was waiting happily in the kitchen. I could smell the fresh bread and vinegar soaked salmon all ready.

I was plopped down, Blake taking a seat next to me and sprinkling more vinegar onto the fresh fish. Storm took her place next to me, running a hand through my brown hair and softly pecking my forehead. She had raised me since I was 4 and Blake was 9, The memories of my parents were weak compared to the ones I had with Storm.

"Be good today, remember what happened the last time you played up at the reaping?" I shuddered, the whip scar on my back suddenly noticeable. Blake had it worse, we had threw seaweed at the mentor, Felicity and ruined the ridiculous peach wig she had brought. He, like any big brother, had punched the peacekeeper as he whipped me and got a lashing to the face. The faint pink scar was from the edge of his blue eyes to the his jaw bone but took no attention from his good looks.

"We will, the Capitol hasn't become any less hostile to the better race" I glanced at Blake, surprised by his bitter tone. It was true, new harsher rules had been introduced. The ages for reaping had increased, it was no longer 12 to 18 but 11-31, meaning anyone could be thrown into the arena.

"I wonder what the arena will be this year" I arched an eyebrow, stroking our St Bernard dog on his dark head and sneaking him some tuna.

"I don't give a fuck as long you're not in it" Blake smiled at me, winking. I stuck out my tongue, showing him the soggy bread crums before jumping up with Dobby and heading for the door. "John! Get your butt back here you need to wash!" Storm called as I bolted. "I'll do it later!"

District four was, in all honesty, beautiful. The slums were the only ugly smudge on an other wise stunning canvas. Storm worked in the beach office, warning and controlling the weather for the sailors and wheat farmers while Blake packed the orders for the capital and bred the different species of fish and animals.

I had been employed a month ago on my sixteenth, my job was the envy of my friends being I spent my days deep water fishing and preparing the fish and nets used on the boat.

I ran barefoot across the pure white sand, Dobby way ahead of me on his muscled legs. People were inside still, probably dreading the reaping and knowing they or their children could be called up to die in the arena. District 1 and 2 almost always won, Finnick was our main champion even if President Snow prostituted him. Blake would kill anyone who touched me.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts before approaching the sea. The grey waves were rough, if I was reaped I wouldn't get the chance to drown myself in them before the peacekeepers took me away.

I looked down at the water swirling through my toes and at Dobby who was digging in the sand. Drowning would be a bad way to go, especially since...

I mentally slapped myself, I wasn't meant to think about that. I turned around and whistled for Dobby, one hour till the reaping.