Peeta and Katniss are already Victors. Peeta and Katniss won 73rd. Thresh isn't in this story. He's in a different story that I will start once this one is done. Here is chapter one, R and R please!
Note: I don't own the Hunger Games, I only own by OC's.
"Fawn Allardyce!" My mother shouted and I stirred, blinking the sleep out of my eyes.
Mom stormed into my small room and quickly yanked me to my feet. I swayed; dizzy and completely unaware of my surroundings for a moment before I blinked and took the dress that she gave me. I stripped in front of her, not caring that she was in the room. I slipped on the black shoes that pinched my feet as Mom directed me to the chair and braided my hair before turning it into a braided bun. I stayed silent through the whole process.
"Much better, go downstairs and wait with your brothers, I have to get Calla up." Mom said and I nodded, as I headed downstairs.
Mom and Calla hurried downstairs, and the Nine of us headed out of the house and to the town square where the Peacekeepers and the escort, Tressa were direction everyone twelve and older to their groups. Calla was put in a pen with the rest of the eighteen year olds and Mom took my three younger brothers, Titus, Talon and Garric to a group of adults. Garric was only eight, and Titus and Talon were Nine.
Tressa beamed, clapping her hands together as the Peacekeepers fingerprinted me and took me to a group of seventeen year olds. Calla stared at me and I tried to give her an encouraging smile. I couldn't muster it though and Calla gave me a wobbly smile back. My lips curled up slightly and Calla's smile became a little more genuine.
We stayed silent as she played the Capitol's annual Hunger Games video. Tressa stepped back up to the microphone once the video was over with, smiling broadly.
"Now, ladies first," she said, sounding very much like Effie Trinket as she dug through the bowl, "Representing District 9 as your female tribute, Fawn Allardyce." I stood stunned as the seventeen year olds parted around me.
Calla's eyes were wide as she stared at me and I made my way onto the stage, keeping my face impassive. I didn't want the Capitol to know how scared I was. Tressa smiled, before digging through the boy's bowl.
"Your male tribute for District 9, is Septimus Ogliby." Tressa announced and the small lanky form of Septimus walked onto the stage.
He wasn't much older than I was. He was incredibly weak and had this disease that would slowly kill him over time so the Hunger Games would seem like a blessing to him I'd presume. We both shook hands before filing into Justice Building. We were put in separate rooms and the Peacekeepers informed us that we may visit with our families for a certain amount of time. Mom, Titus, Garric and Calla flew into the room shortly after the speech.
Calla gently hugged me and Mom said, "Be careful, Fawn. Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura could kill you in the arena, you know that right? So just….Please be careful Fawn!" Mom flung herself at me, and I caught her, hugging her back while Garric and Titus cried. Mom and Calla pulled back.
Garric stared at me for a second before hugging me and Talon raised his arms. I picked him up immediately and he wrapped his arms around my neck. He sniffled, burying his face in the crook of my neck and I pressed a kiss to the side of his head.
"I'll come back Tal." I whispered and he whimpered.
"Promise, Fawnie?" he asked and I nodded.
"I promise Talon, I'll come back." I said, louder and Calla took Talon from my arms as the Peacekeepers opened the doors. My family hurried out and the Peacekeepers flanked me as I was guided out of my room and onto the train.
Septimus was already sitting on the train, eating when I walked in. He glanced up and gave me a brief smile before resuming eating. I sat down beside him and gingerly picked at a roll.
"Why aren't you nervous for the Hunger Games?" I blurted out and Septimus glanced at me.
"I'm dead anyways, Hunger Games or not." He answered, shrugging. "The way I see it, in the arena I can be more or less surprised with my death and it won't be painful. I most likely won't even know it's coming. Look at it this way, would you rather die a quick nearly painless death in the arena or stay home, knowing that you're going to die."
"I'd…" I hesitated, "I'd choose the arena."
"Exactly. I'm not going to make it to the top eight, so I see no point in worrying about it." He shrugged, pointing at me with a roll, "You on the other hand, I can see you making it to the top three and possibly being the Victor. Don't die, kay?"
I smiled, "I'll try, but I can't make any promises."
He grinned and a tiny, woman with black hair walked into the compartment. I recognized her as Saffra Aldjoy, the last Victor of District 9. She had won the 92nd Hunger Games at only twelve years old. Now at twenty-four you knew she was not to be messed with. She had guided a lot of the District 9 tributes into the final eight or at least the top twelve. She was the only reason I had any hope of winning at all.
"So you two are our tributes." She murmured, surveying Septimus than me. "I doubt you two will last very long; you," she pointed at Septimus, "have a disease that will probably kill you in the arena if the other tributes don't. And you," she pointed at me, "you have Idiopathic Thrombocytopenic Purpura, don't you?" I nodded and she continued, "That's what I thought. Girly here might make it to the top eight if she doesn't get injured at all, but Sep I don't think you will."
Septimus shrugged, "It doesn't really bother me, Saffra." At her look he said, "You didn't think that we wouldn't recognize you did you? No matter, it doesn't matter; I was already talking about this with Fawn. I'll take a death in the arena over a death because of my disease."
"Admirable, but idiotic. I'll try to keep the both of you alive for as long as I can but I honestly can't keep any promises, Sep I don't mean to offend you but if I feel that you won't make it, Girly here is going to be my project and I'll do anything to get her to win."
Septimus shrugged again, "Like I said Doll, I'm not offended."
Saffra's eyes narrowed and she sighed, "I'm going to give you two some tips so you at least survive the bloodbath okay? Get to the closest pack and weapon you can, don't go into the Cornucopia, that's one way to get you killed immediately. Try to avoid the Careers especially once you guys are going towards the Cornucopia, they won't want to lose any supplies so follow the first advice, and grab the closest thing to you and then get out." She rubbed her temples, "Try to find high ground and a place with easy access to water, make sure you have purification tablets and don't go out hunting."
Septimus nodded and I said, "What do we do if the Careers go after us?"
"Run." She said and then added, "And pray you get out alive and that someone else takes out the Careers, otherwise you won't last."
Septimus and I nodded, as the train slowed down. Saffra stood, looking out the window. The train started with a jerk, and Septimus stared at each other before turning our questioning gazes on Saffra.
"We're headed to the Capitol." She said, turning to gaze back out the train and Septimus and I fell silent.
I was dreading to go to the Capitol because once we were there it meant that the Hunger Games had begun.