Disclaimer: I do not own the Hunger games in any way, this is just my take on what could have happened during the 53rdHunger games. All mistakes are mine and I take full responsibility for them. Please enjoy.
"Rena Aleron" No, no, it can't be. I can feel my throat closing up. I swallow thickly and force myself to walk up to the stage, willing myself not to cry. Effie gives an overly enthusiastic smile "Now, onto the boys." She barely even makes it up to the glass ball when someone cries out "I volunteer!" My heart sinks and it take all my will power not to cry and run off the stage. Effie gapes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish. "W-well, now, I'm not sure this is allowed, so, I, erm…" "Just let him volunteer, what's a fight to the death without tributes." Haymitch, the district 12 mentor snaps at Effie. She glares pointedly at him "Alright then, come on up stage." She plasters a fake smile on her face and ushers him up on stage next to me "Tell us your name dear." He looks over the crowd of people at the cameras and says in a calm voice "My name is Dilan Aleron." Effie gasps and covers her mouth with a gloved hand, pointing first to me then to Dilan with the other "Oh, my, so you two are " "Brother and sister, yes." His face is strained with muted anger. "Well, now, shake hands." Effie recovers from her shock and steps forward, acting as if this was completely normal. I look up at Dilan and plead in a soft voice "Please, don't do this." His expression softens and he gives me a small smile "You're my sister, I have to protect you." We hold hands, but instead of shaking, Dilan suddenly raises our joined hands in a sign of unity, a bond between siblings that nothing will ruin. The rest of the day is a blur, up to the part where we are ushered off to the trains. Headed for the Capitol, headed to death.