District One Reapings

Derrick Drake Deceivon smiled, knotting his diamond studded tie close to his neck, nestling it into the collar of his crisp, white shirt. This is my year, he thought, smirking. This year the tradition would be continued. Dad had won the games. Jace had won the games. And now he would win the games. He rose from his seat, meeting his sister, Vivian, in the kitchen.

"Wow," she giggled, tossing her long, luscious hair. "You look special. I take it you're going in?"

"Well of course," Derrick replied gruffly. "It's my last year. It's now or never, you know."

"Well of course," she replied airily. "At least I have a month or two without you scaring off any guys that come within 10 metres of this," she said, motioning her perfectly manicured hands down her beautiful body. Derrick scowled.

"I only do it to protect you! You know that!"

"Well, I can take care of myself," she snapped back, before saying in a more relaxed tone: "besides, when I go into the games you won't be able to come anywhere near me!"

"Yeah, well, you've got two years," he replied.

"Whatever." She said, not paying too much attention. "I gotta get ready. See you at the reapings!" She paused, before turning and saying, "And…"

"…May the odds be ever in our favour," he finished, grinning. His mind was only focused on one thought, the thought that kept repeating itself over in his head.

This will be my year.

***district one reapings***

Selenia Bloom sighed as she smoothed the crinkled fabric on her elegant white dress, slipping her dainty feet into her matching white shoes.

"Lea?" she called, searching for her sister. "Lea? Where are you?"

"I'm over here," replied a faint voice. She found her sister standing in the doorway of their mother's room, looking at the restless, depressed woman inside.

"S-Selenia?" Lea asked, her voice trembling.

"Yeah?" Selenia replied.

"Why is mum like this? She doesn't have to drink, or do any of that other stuff, but she does anyway. Why…?" Selenia sighed.

"You know why Lea," she said. "When…when dad died, it…it was really hard on her. She…just couldn't handle it."

"I know, I just…" She bit down on her lip.

"Shh..There there, my little darling," Selenia said, stroking her sisters hair.

"I know that 'cause we're from district one, we're supposed to like going to the games, right? Well, why am I…"

"So scared?" Selenia finished. She looked into her sister's eyes. "It's because that some people are wrong, have twisted ideas of the world. But you and I, we can see through all of that, right?" Lea nodded, her small head bobbing up and down. "So just remember, that whatever happens, you will be safe. I promise. Okay?"

Lea sniffled. "O-okay," she replied.

"Now, lets get you dressed up!" Selenia said with false cheer. She started walking to her sister's room, but not before she heard something murmured under Leas breath.

"But what if the odds aren't in my favour…"

***district one reapings***

Derrick smirked as he strutted into the area marked for the 18-year olds. Everyone shied away from him. Everyone knew he was volunteering, and that he would hurt anyone who got in his way. It seemed like forever until the escort appeared on stage.

"Welcome everyone, to the 100th annual Hunger Games!" Then she babbled on and on about the dark days, and how the games were created as a reminder to the rebels that the Capitol was in control. Like they hadn't heard it before. Then she stopped, and got to the part we were all waiting for.

"Now, lets mix things up a little," she said, striding towards one of the glass bowls. He assumed that meant that she would be drawing the name from the pool of males first. Not that it mattered. He got ready, every muscle in his body shaking in anticipation.

The escort started to read. Heh, sorry to crush your dreams kid.

"I volunteer!"

***district one reapings***

The crowd parted as a big teenager pushed his way through. He was really big, Selenia thought. He's just bursting to get to the arena, she noted. Not to mention the bloodlust that is practically radiating off him. I hate to think of the poor girl who'd be going up against him…Her attention was snapped back to reality as the people on stage began to talk.

"Oh, my. You're a big man," our escort giggled. Selenia rolled her eyes. "Now, what would your name be?"

"The names Derrick," he replied, flashing a smile to one of the numerous cameras surrounding him. "Derrick Drake Deceivon."

"Oh my, you mean you're from the family that's been winning these games for ages! Oh my!" This escort was getting really annoying.

"Well, I hate to brag, but I plan to live up to the family legacy."

"Oh my! Such a brave boy. But, it's time to move on. Now, to the ladies. And lets see…" her hand rummaged through the glass bowl. My name's in there somewhere…Selenia scolded herself, and listened for the young girl, hoping that it wasn't anyone she knew. But it turned out it hit much closer to home then she expected.

"Lea Bloom!"

Selenia stopped, her world shaking. Did I just hear that correctly? She thought. No, it couldn't be true! But before her eyes, her sister was slowly walking toward the front. She heard her sister's voice in her head, like a whisper on the wind.

But what if the odds aren't in my favour…

And she knew immediately what she was going to do.

"I volunteer!" She pushed through the wall of people, stumbling through.

"I said, I volunteer!" She commanded herself to stay strong. She was just another Career volunteering. Volunteering for her sister, who was on the ground sobbing. She slowly made her way to the stage, her deep blue eyes trained on her sister.

"Your name?" the overly enthusiastic escort asked.

"Selenia…Selenia Bloom." A massive smile broke out on her face.

"Oh my! I bet that was your sister!" Selenia gritted her teeth.

"Yes, it was. And I'm going to win. For her." She replied coldly.

"Oh my, that's going to be great to see! Okay then, shake hands you two!" Selenia tore her gaze away from her crying sister, and stared into the icy blue eyes of Derrick Drake Deceivon. His glare was piercing, intrusive. It was examining her, seeing if she was worthy of his time. He smirked, degrading her to nothing more then a speck of dirt on his shoe. Then, as her dainty hand fell into Derricks massive one, she just realised what she had done. If I die…Lea will have no one. She nodded, her mind determined.

I have to win. For Lea.

A/N Okay! So, this is a Hunger Games STORY, and this is the D1 reapings. And, as my own personal little quirk, the Quarter Quell will not be announced until AFTER the reapings. Got it memorised? So…that's really about it. Please review and tell me what you think!

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~Bubbles975~