Summary:

This is a alternate story of the Hunger Games. As the same Katniss volunteers for Prim. But unlucky enough, it is Gale that gets reaped instead of Peeta… The odds are definitely not in there favour. *Contains Spoilers.

Suzanne Collins owns the original Hunger Games. (some texts are from the book)

Chapter 1.

I've been right not to cry. The station is swarming with reporters with their insect like cameras trained directly on my face. I look up to see Gale. He too had a straight face, trying to avoid all contact with the cameras. We just to stand for a few minutes waiting until the train came. I've never been on a train, as travelling between the districts are forbidden. As I hop on, I find the tribute train fancier then any kind I room I ever seen. We are given our own chambers with bedrooms, a dressing area and a private bathroom. The look on Gale's face was priceless. We stare at each other for a while until we blush and look away. Gale I couldn't bear living without him, life would seem so dull.

Effie Trinket comes to collect us for supper, sent out on the table was a luxuries dinner, with foods I didn't even recognize. It would take…No; it would be impossible to even have dinner like this in district twelve. My eyes drift across the table, I turn to see Gale, he looks as if there is a glint of sadness in his eyes, and I understand why. Here was the capitol's food, the citizens stuffing themselves on every meal, while in district twelve…well lets just say that you can "Starve to death in safety." We all sit down around the table; I'm sitting next to Gale. Effie pardons herself saying she won't be at dinner tonight. Haymitch walks in, clearly drunk. His eyes scan our bodies, analysing them and then he huffs with annoyance. Gale speaks up:

"So any advice for the games?" Gale asks. Haymitch just sighs.

"Stay alive."

WHAT! No I've had it, with me and Gales life on the line, he still has time to joke.

Me and Gale share a glare, he shoots up and bangs his hand on the table. I grab a dining fork and plunge it deep to the capitol's wooden table. I do not care to I damage their furniture.

"HAYMITCH! You are our lifeline in the games, it is YOU that can keep us alive, you cannot Bullshit with us." Gale says angrily. Haymitch stumbles a little.

"Well…did I get a pair of fighters this time? OK then, if that's how you want to play it. We might as well start now. Gale, Katniss…what are your strengths and weaknesses that are handy for the games?"

"We can both Use arrows well, hunt for food, set snares. Basically we are Hunters, and we've been hunting in the woods for four years." I say for the both of us. Gale then demonstrates as he takes out my dining knife and throws it at the wall; it lands in between to posters, with a good, hard and stable lodge. Haymitch nods approvingly.

"Hunting in the woods? Perfect…" He mutters to himself. Me and Gale both catch on to this.

"Today has been a long day, after you two have finished, you two may leave and sleep." He says while walking off.

"Well that was fun." Says Gale.

"Yeah, yes it was."

The rest of dinner is just Gale and I talking chitchat, hunting strategy and few others. We've both finished our food long ago, we were just talking to each other.

"Gale, you know about what Haymitch said? About staying alive? Well you do that and if I don't make it…"

I didn't have time to finish; I feel his smooth and soft lips on mine. He pulls back just as fast as he came. I fell myself leaning towards him again as if wanting more, but he puts his finger to my lips. Stopping me.

"Katniss..No. I won't let that happen..because..because..I love you."

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