Author's Note:

Hey there everyone! This is my 1st story here, so it might not be too good, plus it's written by a sleep-deprived writer. The plot line is basically that the characters from the 100 are now in the Hunger Games, so we'll see how it goes. Reviews will be greatly appreciated! Please, if you have any advice or corrective criticism, please put in a review, because trust me, I need it.

Cheers,

Red

Chapter One

"Bell, you have to wake up."

Bellamy groaned and rolled over, ignoring his sister.

Octavia rolled her eyes and started to shake him awake. "Get up." She commanded, ripping his blanket and pillows away with a smirk.

"Really O?" He grumbled, shifting to a sitting position before grabbing some pants and a shirt to wear.

Octavia smiled slightly, but there was a shadow in her eyes as she left the room. "Be ready in 15 minutes." She told him, looking over her shoulder.

Bellamy sighed and got ready, walking out of his room with a frown on his face.

Octavia was making breakfast, and he walked over to help her, flashing her an encouraging smile. Deep worry flashed upon his face as the two left the house, walking down to the town square.

The Blakes were just some of the many who were under the control of the government in Panem. They lived in District 4, the fishing district. Most people could weave their own nets, catch fish bare handed, accurately throw a trident, and swim with exceptional skill. Because of this, tributes chosen had a decent chance in the games.

He thought of this with a grimace, trying to comfort himself to no avail. Bellamy hugged his sister before they went their seperate ways. He walked towards the other 17 year old kids, hoping with all of his heart that Octavia wouldn't get chosen for the reaping. Sure, she had but a very few slips with her name on them, but there was still a chance, and that scared him to no end.

Diana, the announcer at the reaping of each district, stepped up to the podium, adorned with ridiculous hairpins, makeup, and jewelry, an electric green wig, and jade tinted skin. "Welcome, welcome, welcome to the reaping of the 98th Hunger Games!" She began to clap with a forced smile, and was returned with silent glares of hatred and contempt. After a long pause, she stated with less cheerfulness "Let's start the drawing. Ladies first!"

Bellamy clenched his fist to his sides, glancing at Octavia, before shifting his gaze back to Diana.

Diana slowly picked a piece of paper up with her long, pointy fingernails. The worry was clear upon Bellamy's face as the woman slowly unfolded the paper and cleared her throat. "This year's District 4 tribute will be..." She looked up at the crowd. "Octavia Blake."

It felt as if a blow had been delt to his heart. Fury and sadness clearly showed in his light brown eyes as he met her gaze. Octavia slowly walked towards the stage, fear plastered upon her face.

"I volunteer as tribute." An all-too-familiar voice called out from behind him.

Bellamy whirled around, and his suspicions were confirmed. His closest friend, Clarke Griffin, was volunteering for O. Another stabbing pain coursed through his heart, almost stronger than before. He let her name slip from his lips, a tear falling down his cheek.

Octavia shook her head quickly. "Clarke, you don't have to do this." She said quietly. "Please don't do this for me..."

"Yes I do." Clarke replied with determination, hugging Octavia and murmuring something before walking towards the stage. As always, she expertly hid her feelings to those who didn't know her well. But to Bellamy, he could see her anger, her sadness, and most prominently, her fear. He instantly knew what he had to do, without a second thought.

"Now for the boys" Diana continued, grabbing a slip of paper and unfolding it with a smile. "James-"

She was cut off by Bellamy stepping forward. "I volunteer as tribute" he called out, determination shining in his eyes. He knew he had to protect Clarke. 'But what about Octavia' a voice whispered in the back of his mind. "Miller, take care of O for me." He commanded his friend, looking over his shoulder, a stoic expression now upon his face. He searched the crowd for his sister, sadness in his eyes when he finally found her. "I'm sorry O" he whispered, hoping she'd read his lips. He began the endless walk to the stage.

"Bellamy, no!" Octavia screamed, running out to him. She gave him a fierce embrace before being taken by the guards. "You have to survive Bell, you have to survive" She yelled, sobbing uncontrollably as she was dragged away. It was all he could do to rip away his gaze, finally reaching the stage.

"Well then" Diana started uncomfortably. "We have our tributes. Happy 98th Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor!"

The guards led Clarke and Bellamy away to their private rooms for their last moments with loved ones. Bellamy walked into his small room and collapsed on the plush red couch. He folded his hands, gazing at them and waiting for his sister. He heard the door open, and looked up, a hopeful smile upon his face before he saw who it was. It was the guard who dragged Octavia away.

"I am sorry, but because of the..." He trailed off. "... current situation, we cannot let you see your sister." He finished

Bellamy jumped up, shoving the guard against the wall. "What the hell do you mean I can't see her?" He yelled. "What is the freaking point of this then, if not to see one of the only people I love?" Fury was plastered upon his features as he glared at the guard.

The guard ripped out his gun, pointing it at Bellamy. "Sir, back away now." He ordered.

Bellamy sighed, collapsing back on the couch in defeat. He held his head in his hands, not allowing himself to cry.

"There is someone else that wants to see you." The guard commented, before walking out.

Replacing him was Abigail, Clarke's mother. She walked over and sat down next to Bellamy. "Clarke tells me you volunteered." She murmured softly.

He nodded silently. He wanted to say about how he thought it was nothing compared to how Clarke volunteered for his sister, to protect him, but he held his tongue.

"I just wanted to thank you for that, it means a lot." Abby replied, pain in her voice.

Bellamy nodded once again, raising his gaze from his lap to her. "Thank you" he replied softly, almost inaudibly.

She nodded and gave him a quick squeeze on the shoulder. "Take care of her." She finished, walking out of the door.

He stood up and walked to Clarke's visitation room. He slowly came in, glancing at Clarke's huddled, crying figure and went over to her, putting an arm over her shoulder.

She shoved his arm off of her and stood up quickly "Dammit Bellamy, what the hell were you thinking?" She asked, anger burning in her bright blue eyes.

"You're asking me that?" He replied incredulously, standing up as well.

"Yes, I am. And I have every right!" She fired back.

"You volunteered for my sister. You are so damn selfless sometimes, and-"

He was interrupted by Clarke replying "I volunteered so that you wouldn't have to lose the most important person in the world to you. You two were going to be okay, but you screwed it up by volunteering for some random person that you don't even know. Why, Bellamy, why?" She questioned furiously.

"Clarke, why don't you get it? Why can't you just understand?" Bellamy shook his head, running a hand through his unruly black hair. "You were trying to protect me, by volunteering for O, but I can't..." He trailed off. "I can't just watch one of my closest friends in an arena with complete strangers trying to kill her."

"Bellamy..." she said his name in a whisper, eyes brimming with tears. She blinked rapidly before hugging him fiercely.

Bellamy stood still, shocked for a few seconds before he hugged her tightly in return, a tear sliding down his cheek and falling into her thick blonde hair.

The two stood like this for a few moments before a guard opened the door. They quickly broke apart, looking at the guard.

"It's time to board the train." He said, walking out.

Bellamy glanced at Clarke before clearing his features of his heightened emotions. By the time they reached the cameras outside, they both showed barely any signs of grief to the untrained eye. Reporters yelled incomprehensible questions, and camera lights flashed every which way. The crowd parted like a sea, making way for the two unfortunate tributes. Clarke hopped onto the train, and after one last gaze towards the immense crowd, Bellamy followed, gazing at District 4 for what he thought might be the last time.

Thanks for reading everyone! Please review and let me know what you think. If I get a few reviews, I may try to make this a weekly/bi-weekly thing.