A/N: Hey guys! So this is my first story like EVER so don't be harsh but I would totally love it if you reviewed my story. That way I know people care and I can continue writing. I will keep the chapters short, but update very frequently so don't fret.

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More Than This

Chapter 1

"I ...I volunteer," I yelled for my district to hear. I knew I was going to regret this, but I had no choice. It was inevitable. If I hadn't, the consequences would be far much worse than anything I could receive in the Hunger Games.

I grow up in a very traditional district. Each year it selects its strongest teens to compete in the Hunger Games and bring pride to their district. Being a tribute in the Hunger Games is an 'honor' here in district 2. Well I sure wasn't feeling it. In fact, I would rather die right now. At least it would be over with.

I wish I could've gone to school and gotten a good a good education and actually do something good for the world, but no. My parents made me into this, a person who everyone's afraid of when he try's to talk to them. I always wonder what they would do if I told them I was gay.

I've know I was gay for quite a while, but a typical person would of never guessed it because I look and sound just like a typical straight guy. I wouldn't dare come out in district 2 because most people here are huge homophobes so if I came out, my life would most likely be over. So as of right now, I am in the closet.

Since I was ten years old I have been going to the academy, learning how to fling swords around, throw knifes, and all the other useless stuff, and I got really good. Too good. But not because I wanted to. Because I had to be the best or else I was a failure at life and my parents would disown me.

I entered the courthouse in silence with my district partner, Clove. She is the exact opposite of me. She wants this for herself. Meaning, we can't get close because in the long run, we will be having to kill each other eventually.

Clove and I were escorted into rooms where we prepared for our long journey to the capitol. I requested to have no goodbyes with anyone because I really didn't have anybody that I wanted to say bye to. I literally have no one. My parents don't really love me. They are just in it for the pride and money. Well they will be in surprise because if I win, they won't be coming with me.

We boarded the train in silence. Me, Clove, our mentor, Burris, who won the games 8 years ago and Eta, who I don't really know what her job is other than to boss us around. I didn't feel like socializing so I went to my room and laid down.

As I lie there looking at the ceiling I realized that in a matter of three weeks, there is a big chance that I will be dead. Then thats it. I will not of done anything for the world. Tears rolled out of my eyes as I thought back at my life and how It could've been much better If I hadn't joined the training academy. But this isn't my fault. My parents made me into this monster. This brutal killer. It's not what I want to be. It's not what I want Panem to think of me. I just wish I had been able to live my life the way I wanted to.

I lay there until my eyelids could not stay open anymore and then finally I was out.

~xXx~

The unpleasant sound of Eta's squeaky voice woke me up. "Get up and get dressed! We're here!" She exclaimed. I groaned, and then I finally got up and looked out the window. The Capitol was beautiful. The reflective skyscrapers glistened as the sun's rays bounced off them and a flowing river sparkled right through the middle of it. It was like everything was made of pure silver. "Get dressed!" She yelled as she threw my day's clothes on the bed. It was a black button down shirt with grey pants, along with black shoes. I changed into them, spiked up my hair, and left my room.

Clove was already exiting the train waving to all the naive Capitol citizens waiting to see this year's tributes. I followed Clove out of the train and smiled at the tributes and quickly entered the building. As soon as we entered, we were separated into different rooms.

I was stripped to the nude by two dressers. I was caught off guard by this, but then I realized they were just trying to make me look better. They looked me up and down and whispered to each other. They waxed my face, which was good because I wouldn't have to shave for a while. Then they cut my hair shorter. They did a bunch of other stuff I didn't understand and finally dressed me in the same clothes I came with.

As soon as they finished a loud voice boomed through the overhead speakers. "Attention tributes, this is President Snow. Meet in the foyer in one hour for an announcement regarding the rules of this years games. Thank you." Maybe the games are canceled and I can finally go home! Probably not. Not with my luck at least. Up to the announcement I couldn't stop thinking of what it could be.

An hour later, I entered the foyer and found my seat next to Clove. As I sat down, I saw him. He sat in the front tapping his fingers on his legs. He was a true beauty, something I've never seen before. Just the sight of him aroused me. I crossed my legs to hide my growing member. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him. He looked perfect in every way. I wondered what district he was from. Maybe he is a career and will ally with me. I sure wouldn't mind having him.

My gaze was interrupted by the booming of the microphone, bringing my eyes to the stage. President Snow began his speech.

"Greetings, tributes and welcome to the Capitol. I hope you are enjoying what you see. What I have in store for you, is one of the biggest announcements of the Hunger Game's history. With the Quarter Quell being next year, we have decided to make a rule change exclusive to this year's Hunger Games. This year, two tributes may win the Hunger Games. But not just any two tributes. In a moment I will draw partners for this years games. The partners can be from different districts and they can be different genders. If both of these tributes make it to the end of the games, then both of them will be crowned victors. There are a few rules, though. One: Tributes may not ally with any other tributes but their partner. Two: Partnered tributes may not harm or kill each other. Three: If one of the partners dies, then the other tribute is on their own for the remainder of the games. Failure to comply with these rules is punishable by death. Now, without further ado, I will now draw the partners for the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games."