Promises Of Heaven: The 57th Hunger Games!

by cynicz

REUPLOADED. On the morning of the first day of the 57th Hunger Games, 24 tributes are forced into a treacherous arena filled with beasts, traps, and other rival tributes. Which of these 24 can overcome these terrors, and make it home alive? NOTE: We'll be in the actual Games soon, you can just read from there if you want! T because it's the Hunger Games. R&R!

1. Reapings: D1, D2, D3

Tributes with ** next to them are bloodbath tributes.

TRIBUTES

DISTRICT 1:
Female- Indigo Stormwell, 15 (InTheDarknessWithNoLight)
Male- Demetrius Knight, 18 (I changed his age because I have no 18 year olds, I hope you don't mind) (17Starlightgurl)

DISTRICT 2:
Female- Caecillia James, 17 (the epic bookworm)
Male- Julius James, 12 (the epic bookworm)

DISTRICT 3:
Female- Lynx Xin, 14 (cynicz)
Male- Kory Spelunk, 14 (hungergamesfan10) **

DISTRICT 4:
Female- Victoria Hendrich, 16 (TinkerBell980)
Male- Derek Foxx, 17 (hungergamesfan10)

DISTRICT 5:
Female- Madilynn Ruse, 13 (ShadowDragon654)
Male- Obaid Jamieson, 17 (Shadowheart10)

DISTRICT 6:
Female- Lexie Lewis, 14 (THEMusicReader)
Male- Carry Fawn, 13 (jojoandkristinaRbamfZ) **

DISTRICT 7:
Female- Celeste Angle Hettie, 14 (17Starlightgurl)
Male- Fry Yeardley, 15 (cynicz)

DISTRICT 8:
Female- Azula Markham, 14 (jojoandkristinaRbamfZ)
Male- Sarkal 'Kal' Olin, 13 (Tiger of the Storm) **

DISTRICT 9:
Female- Daisy Brunswick, 16 (crazy-forever) **
Male- Ganymeade Leonis, 12 (meuntiger)

DISTRICT 10:
Female- Kelsey Ferguson, 14 (Shadowheart10)
Male- Kaiden Johnson, 16 (JUSTSHUTUPANDREAD)

DISTRICT 11:
Female- Hazel Jackson, 16 (MyNameBeJacob)
Male- Andrew Tillings, 13 (TinkerBell980) **

DISTRICT 12:
Female- Casablanca Coal, 16 (crazy-forever)
Male- Matthew 'Matt' Mathews, 16 (ShadowDragon654) **

REAPINGS PART ONE

This is the first part of the reapings, so it will include the reapings from D1, D2, and D3. Each reaping chapter will have 3 districts in. In this chapter we are introduced to this year's head gamemaker, Lytavia Pyrisian, and the reapings will be from her POV. Enjoy!

Head Gamemaker, Lytavia Pyrisian's POV

My eyes flutter open to the sound of soft footsteps. I roll over in bed to see my husband, Larsson, walking out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel. I think about how he must have just gotten out of the shower as I watch small beads of water slowly glide down his abs.
"Good morning, sweetheart." Larsson says as he leans over to kiss my forehead, just in between my fashionable pale pink eyebrows.
"Good morning Larsson." I reply. "Up a bit early, aren't you?"
"Well, one of us has to be!" He chuckles, "it is reaping day after all. Are you excited?"
I'm not excited. I had totally forgotten. "Oh God! How could I have forgotten!" I screech as I swing my legs out of our large plush bed and force myself into a sitting position. I sat up too quickly and numerous white dots cloud my vision. I sit for a few seconds on the edge of my bed while my feet brush the white marble floor, waiting for my vision to clear. When it has, I look up to see myself in the mirrored wall that is on the right of our bed. I still look good in the morning, even without my make up or hair done. I look to my hair. It is a gorgeous shade of blue-green and sits in a bun on top of my head that I put in every night before I go to sleep. I remove the band from my hair and watch as my beautiful hair cascades down around my shoulders and reaches my waist. Lots of women I meet are horribly jealous of my hair, how long it is, how silky it is, the glorious colour. Women would kill for this hair. But it's mine, and mine it shall stay. After admiring myself in the mirror for a satisfactory amount of time, I rush over to the bathroom where Larsson is brushing his perfect teeth at the sink. I slip the straps of my silk nightgown off my shoulders and let it slide to the floor. I then spend a good half hour shampooing and conditioning my hair, and then get automatically dried by machines as soon as I step onto the shower mat. I wrap my hair in a towel and pull my expensive dressing gown around me, before gliding down the hallway to the lounge, where Larsson sits waiting for me with a tray covered in magnificent food and drink for breakfast. I slump down into the dark velvet sofa and feel immediately enveloped in warmth. I grab the television remote and snatch up a piece of toast with chicken liver pate slathered all over it. I flick the television on, excited for the reapings that are about to be broadcast all over Panem. This is when I get to see for the first time who the 24 tributes are that will be going into my amazing arena this year. I wonder how my Games will turn out. My arena is great for sure. I really am a genius.

Then, Cladius Templesmith, the announcer on the TV, says something that catches my attention. "And here are the District one reapings!" The picture cuts to the District one town square, decorated with banners and full of young men and women.

The District one escort walks up on stage and introduces herself. I don't listen because I'm too busy looking at her outfit. Her whole outfit clashes, she must be wearing every single current trend all at once. She must have tried so hard, bless her. This is her first year too, and I doubt we'll be seeing her again next year after this fashion disaster.

"Ladies first!" She exclaims as she trots over to the girls' glass orb with a large, purple lipped smile stretching across her face. She plunges her pale hand into the pink cards and quickly pulls out a card which she clings to between long nailed fingers. She strides back over to the microphone which stands in the centre of the steps of the District's Justice building. The Justice building is decorated with shimmering gems which reflect coloured flecks of light onto the face of the escort. Once she reaches the microphone, she unfolds the card and stares at the name with narrowed eyes. "Priscilla Rem-"
"I volunteer! I volunteer!" yells a girl. I knew someone would volunteer; it happens almost every year in Districts 1, 2, and 4 without fail. The camera turns from a confused looking escort to a girl pushing through the crowd. She walks up to the stage and goes to stand next to the District 1 escort. Once she stops, she removes the leopard print fedora hat sat on top of her head. This lets me get a good look at her face. She's very pretty. For a district girl, I mean. Her long almost white blonde hair contrasts with her black top, black jeans, black leather jacket. Black everything.
"What's your name dear?" says the escort, a proud grin spread across her face, she must be happy with the exciting events happening in her district.
"My name is Indigo Stormwell, and I'm 15 years old." She says into the microphone with a small smile on her face.
"Ok honey, take a seat," says the escort, gesturing to some chairs at the edge of the makeshift stage. "Indigo Stormwell everybody!" calls out the escort, to a loud applause made by the whole of District one.

"What do you think of her, Lytavia?" Larsson asks while the clapping of the District one population carries on.
"She's very pretty." I say monotonously, not being able to take my eyes away from the screen. These tributes are for my Games, after all, and I must pay attention.
"Yeah. I thou-"
"Shh!" I interrupt my husband as the clapping dies down and the escort prepares to talk again.

"And now, the gentlemen!" she shouts as she tries to scoop up one of the blue cards from the males' orb. As she wobbles back over to the microphone, I quickly grab another piece of toast and have a swig of orange juice. She unfolds the card and holds it in her long nailed fingers. "Raven Skye!" she calls into the microphone.
I then hear two deep voices shout "I volunteer!" almost simultaneously. The camera quickly swirls round to see two boys forcing separate paths through the crowd of teenagers. A tall, pale boy with black spikey hair makes it to the front first, and calls out again "I volunteer!" So I guess he is going into the games rather than Raven, whoever he is, or the other boy who volunteered. When the boy makes it to the stage, I see that despite being so pale, he is quite attractive. He is quite tall and his pale skin makes his dark brown eyes look even darker. The sleeves of his grey shirt are tight on his muscly arms and I bet he has a nice body to go with them arms.
"What's your name boy?" says the escort, looking the young man up and down with a predators grin.
"I'm called Demetrius Knight, and I'm 18." He says, waggling his chiselled chin to speak before a small smirk spreads across his pale face.
"Well everybody," calls out the ridiculously dressed escort as she beckons for Indigo to join them at the front of the stage before grabbing both their hands in her own. "Your District one tributes! Indigo Stormwell and Demetrius Knight!" She shouts with a huge smile on her face as she holds their arms in the air to the loud applause of District one.

Larsson waits until Cladius Templesmith announces a short break before he speaks. "What do you think of them?"
"They are great. They'll probably go far." I say as I pad over the white marble floor to the fridge to pour myself another glass of orange juice. I take 3 big gulps, and still have the glass pressed to my lips when Larsson calls me back.
"The District 2 reapings are about to start." He says with a smile. I smile back at him while I tuck my legs underneath me and rest my elbow on the arm of the sofa.

"Welcome back, citizens of Panem! It is now time, for the second reapings of the day, District two ladies and gentlemen!" Exclaims Cladius Templesmith, through the speakers of our television. The camera shows the town square of District two, again filled with many teenagers. A fat woman waddles up onto the stage, wearing a dress that makes her look even fatter, clutching a microphone in her little sausage fingers.
"Happy Hunger Games, District two!" She hollers, slightly out of breath from that trek across the stage. This escort has the orbs brought to her. She lets her hand shuffle around in the mass of pink cards before finally grabbing one and pulling it out. "and your female tribute this year is… Anna Cray!"
Before the reaped girl even has the chance to get up the steps, a calm voice from the crowd calls out "I volunteer as tribute." Says a girl as she steps under the rope, dividing her age group from the other girls. She's rather small and a figure hugging black dress shows off her curves, or rather, lack of. Her long dark blonde curls swish behind her as she makes her way towards the fat escort.
"What's your name?" says the escort, her double chin practically shaking with excitement.
"Caecillia James, I'm 17." She says coolly. She's older than she looks, her lack of curves and height make her look much younger.
"Well then, Caecillia James ladies and gentlemen!" chimes the fat escort. Maybe fat people are all jolly. "Now for the boys," she says as another glass orb is brought to her. She scoops up a card and reads it out. "And your male tribute for the 57th Hunger Games is… Drake Fleming!" A large well-muscled boy jogs up to the stage, with a large smile spread across his face. Until he is interrupted, that is.
"I volunteer!" calls a voice from the crowd. Drake looks extremely angry. He has probably been training for the Games all his life. A small boy takes Drake's place on the stage, which is strange. It's usually an older person replacing the smaller ones. The boy on stage is quite chubby but bus arms are quite muscly. I feel like I recognise him but I don't know why.
"How exciting, two volunteers this year! What's your name young boy?" The fat escort asks the boy.
"Julius James, and I'm 12 today!" He says with a smile. Then it clicks. He is the other tributes brother, they have the same tanned skin and freckles. A brother and sister, interesting. I wonder what they would do if it came down to just them. The fat escort calls Caecillia over, and raises both their arms, to the applause of the crowd. James is smiling at the crowd, a sweet young boy smile, but Caecillia is scowling at her brother, she probably didn't want him to volunteer. The screen fades to black, and there is another short break.
"A brother and sister; how interesting!" Larsson chirps.
"I know, ooh these Games will be such fun!" I say with a large smile. Larsson just laughs.

His laughing is interrupted by Claudius Templesmith, announcing the District three reapings. These ones will be boring, no one from Three ever volunteers, no one from Three ever goes home. Just some weedy children, whimpering on a stage. The escort skips over to the girls' orb, and places a bony purple hand inside. She grasps a card and whips it out of the orb with a flourish. "And your district 3 female tribute is… Lynx… Lynx…." She can't pronounce the girls last name. The escorts purple cheeks glow red as she stands on the stage awkwardly. "Lynx X-I-N, come on up Lynx!" She says, proud that she managed to turn an awkward situation around. The camera turns to the crowd to see a girl with sleek black hair hug a small girl, step under the dividing rope and walk to the stage. When she's on the stage I get a good look at her. She is Chinese, her large black irises glint under a thick, black, shiny fringe. She looks terrified. I almost feel sorry for her, but then I remember how much fun the Games are.
"My name is Lynx Xin. It's pronounced Zin. I'm 14 years old." She says quietly into the microphone before she steps over to a chair and sits there with a dazed look on her face.
"Lynx Xin everybody!" says the escort throwing her arms wide, but no one claps. The boring Districts never clap their tributes because they almost always die. "Anyway!" chirps the escort as she side steps over to the males' orb. "Your male tribute is…" She pulls out a blue card with the same flourish that she did before. "Kory Spelunk, ladies and gentlemen!" A boy a bit taller than Lynx, but just as slim as her walks up to the stage. "How old are you boy?" He doesn't answer. He just stares.
"He's 14 too, like me." Lynx pipes up. Kory goes to sit next to Lynx and places his face in his hands.
"Well ladies and gentlemen, your District three tributes, Lynx Xin and Kory Spelunk!" The applause is minimal. The screen fades to black as Lynx and Kory are ushered into the Justice building.