Author's Note: Okay, I deleted my other story because of the lack of response and the lack of inspiration I was getting. I had a total writer's block and couldn't get over it. Now, I'm writing this one. I got the idea from reading the Hunger Games. It's not a complete crossover because it's only Big Time Rush characters, but it's based on it. Anyway, please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush or the Hunger Games. The only thing I own is the OCs that my wicked mind creates.

The Names Are Reaped

Logan stood silently in the meadow watching the sly fox try and slink towards the mockingjay that sat perched on a pine tree branch. Little did the fox know that it was being stalked. The slight brunette boy raised his knife up behind his head, positioning just by his right ear. With a movement faster than the wind itself, the knife flew through the trees, coming to a stop right in the fox's chest.

A small smile tugged at the corners of Logan's lips. It was amazing how accurate he was with a knife. He'd had to learn how to work with weapons at a small age; his family depended on it.

Logan walked up to the fox's dead, bleeding carcass. It would fetch a good price at the butcher's shop. The pelt would make a cool cap, too.

A sudden noise alerted Logan that he was not alone in the meadow. His muscles tensed and his hand clenched the knife that was still lodged in the fox's body. A few more leaves crackled, and then a twig snapped. Whoever it was, they weren't worried about being quiet. Soon, a voice sounded through the trees.

"Hey, 'Tense, you catch anything?" James's melodic words rang out to Logan's ears. Logan turned around to catch sight of the beautiful boy that stood before him. James was a tall and thin with long, shaggy brunette hair. Before James turned twelve, he used to be obsessed about the way he looked. Ever since he was eligible to be chosen in the reaping, though, he didn't care anymore. James's thought process was that if he was going to die in the Hunger Games, he didn't want to be Capitol pretty. Still, he was the best looking man in District 12.

Now, Logan wasn't necessarily gay, except he totally was, but you couldn't deny that James was a looker.

Logan just smirked at the many rabbits that had been unfortunate enough to be caught in the snares that James had set earlier that day.

"I told you not to call me ''Tense' anymore, didn't I?" Logan asked politely. The nickname had been given to him from his real name, Hortense, and the fact that he was very suspicious and never relaxed around James when they had first met. Logan had been stand-offish and snarky.

"Yeah, but I really don't care what you think," James replied, a smirk playing on his lips.

James and Logan had been brothers for as long as they could remember. Both of their father's had died in a cave-in in the mines that District 12 got their coal from. District 12 was the coal mining district, just like District 11 was agriculture and how District 7 was lumber and paper. The way they had met was somewhat unconventional at the least.

In the ceremony where their fathers had been memorialized, the two boys had stood by each other, James two years older. Soon after the medals were handed out, Logan had taken off from Central Square and into the meadow, past the gate that separated District 12 from the unknown, which they stood in now. James had quickly followed, slightly intrigued by the young, small boy with the bright chocolate eyes. They'd been friends ever since James had forced Logan back into the District.

Logan shook his head at the memory and glanced at his watch. It was almost time for the reaping.

"Come on, James, we have to bounce," Logan stated, placing the knife carefully in his belt loop.

James frowned, hooking the snares to his own jeans. Logan couldn't understand why James would be sad; for this was the last time his name would have to be in the reaping.

Every person from ages twelve to eighteen had their names automatically put in the reaping. When they were twelve, it was put it once. When they were thirteen, it was put in twice. When they were fourteen, it was put it three times, and so on. If people were really desperate from starvation, like everyone in District 12 was, you could sign up for something called a tesserae and have your name put in an extra time for food. It was a harsh agreement, but, for some, necessary.

James was now eighteen, while Logan was still only fifteen, turning sixteen somewhere in the next three months. If they both added up how many times their names had been put in the reaping, James had been in over forty-five times. Logan had been in over thirty times.

"Why're you so glum, buddy?" Logan asked, trying desperately to lighten the mood. He swung an arm around James's broad shoulders and they started walking towards the fence that separated them from the District.

James sighed as they continued walking. "It's not fair. The reaping, the Hunger Games, everything; it's just not right to do this."

Logan's sigh mimicked James's. He was right; this wasn't fair.

Back before the Hunger Games were created, before the Capitol was in rule, a place called the United States was a super power in the world. The country became so powerful, it destroyed every other continent, country, and island but its own. Soon, people in the U.S. began to turn on themselves. In this time of tragedy, a new power rose up. They called themselves the Capitol and divided the remaining survivors into thirteen Districts. Those who were lucky got into the Career Districts who had all of the money, like District 1 and 2 and 4. Others were lumped into District 11 and 12, the Districts where the poor and hungry resided.

Soon, some Districts grew wary of being controlled by the Capitol. District 13 became so convinced that the Capitol running things meant death that they had an uprising and rebelled. The Capitol quickly shut it down and exterminated anyone and anything living in that District. As punishment for this rebellion, every year, all the Districts must choose one boy and one girl from ages 12 to 18 to go to the Hunger Games and fight to the death until only one is left.

Logan couldn't agree any more that this wasn't fair, but it had been going on since before Logan's parents were born. What could they do?

Quickly, the boys reached the fence. They stopped and listened to see if the electric current was running through it. It wasn't most of the time, but it was safe to check. Logan lifted up the fence while James crawled under it with their catch. After Logan was through they parted ways, giving each other a manly slap on the back. They'd both have to wait to sell their hunt; the reaping was too close.

Logan made it home soon, avoiding all Peacekeepers that kept a look out for things that were trouble. They didn't do a very good job in this District, but it didn't bother people much.

The short brunette flung his door open, dropping the dead fox on the table. He sighed as he looked around at the dust covered furniture and the dirt coated floor. The house used to be at the very least tidy, till Logan's father died. Then, his mother went into a deep depression that she hasn't really gotten out of. His mother usually just lazes around in bed all day doing nothing. Logan has to keep her fed and the house theirs with the money he gets from his illegal hunts. He doesn't have time to keep it clean.

His footsteps were practically soundless as he moved across the hall to his mother's room. Logan pushed open the already slightly ajar door and walked to his mother's bed. Laying a hand on her shoulder, he shook her awake.

"Mother, it's time for the reaping," Logan said quietly. He knew she had headaches.

"It's the reaping already? I could have sworn it was just a few months ago," Joanna, his mother, stated, confused.

Logan sighed, a feeling of sadness overcoming him. "No, Mom that was a year ago. It's today. It's mandatory."

"Okay," Joanna said.

The next half-hour was spent getting ready to go to Central Square to hear the names being called and to see which two kids would be sentenced to their death. It was such a shame, and the Capitol made it seem to be a celebration.

Logan and his mother were ready and walking to Central Square before they knew it. Logan had to leave his mother to stand in the crowd while he took his place next to the other sixteen year-old boys. It was the same like this every year. Everyone was tense and worried, wondering if their name was going to be called, if they were going to die, for only one person from District 12 had ever won: Gustavo Rocque.

Logan looked up to where the previous victor was sitting. Man, he had really let himself go since the Games almost twenty years ago. It was clear by his blood shot eyes that he was completely hammered. Logan pitied the kids that had to be mentored by him.

Kelly Wainwright stood on the platform that stood erect before everyone. She was the spokeswoman for District 12, and she would be moving the tributes along through the Games.

"Hello everyone," Kelly said, smiling brightly into the cameras that filmed the entire Games, "Welcome to the Seventy-Seventh annual Hunger Games!"

Then, President Snow, the president of the Capitol and all of the Districts read the history of the Hunger Games, making it seem as though this was a grand thing.

After that, Kelly grinned radiantly at everyone. In her shining voice, she said, "May the odds be ever in your favor."

Logan gulped. Ladies were first. The slip of paper that had been picked was read in front of everyone. It read: Camille Roberts.

Logan knew who that was. He'd seen her around school a few times. It was a shame that she'd have to die. Oh well.

Kelly then stuck her hand into the container that held the boys' names. She drew out the slip of paper and turned to the camera again. She read the name in her slick voice.

As soon as she read the name, Logan's heart stopped beating.

The name on the slip of paper was: Hortense Logan Mitchell.

Author's Note: Wow that was long. Well, how did you like it? Kendall and Carlos and other characters will be introduced later. Oh, by the way, this will be Kogan because I love them together! Please R&R!