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Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any part of The Hunger Games


~Felix~

My name is Felix Mortin. I am a seventeen year old male from District 7 . I despise the Capitol and would give everything I have to tear it down. "Felix! Let's go!" My mother's voice echoed up the stairs. I glanced out my window and watched the pine trees sway in the wind. An idea formed in my head as I hopped down the stairs. This was going to be the year. I followed my mother out into the square, pushing through the crowd of people. I spotted Arianna in the crowd of seventeen year old kids. I came up behind her. "Volunteer." I whispered. Her eyes widened as she spun around. " Please tell me you aren't serious Felix." She rolled her bright green eyes. "I am completely serious." I spoke without thinking. "I have a plan to take down the Capitol, but we need to win first." I spoke in a soft whisper, so I was not overheard. "Look, I know that you hate Them, but you need to be rational. How are we going to win? I cannot fight at all. I'll be dead as soon as the gong sounds." She shook her head and looked into my bronze eyes. "We have a chance. Trust me on this okay? We will win and we will take Them down." I spoke softly, ready to get on my knees to beg her. "I'm not making any promises Felix." She turned back towards the stage. The escort stood up on the stage and wished us a happy Hunger Games and for the odds to be in our favor. I rolled my eyes and shook the nerves off. The escort reached her hand into the ball and unfolded a tiny square of paper. "Arianna Torkal." She spoke loud and clear. Arianna's face fell as she rubbed the tears from her eyes. She took a shaky breathe and stepped onto the stage. The escort asked for volunteers, but of course nobody did. The escort picked the next paper out. I crossed my fingers. "Lewis Chattems." Her voice echoed in the complete silence. Lewis was a twelve year old boy, who was extremely ill. I took a deep breathe. "I volunteer!" I yelled after she asked for volunteers. "And what is your name handsome?" She questioned, looking me over. "Felix Mortin." I smiled, determination in my voice. "Well, grab hands you two. Here you have it District 7! Your tributes!" She exclaimed. There were a few claps as we were rushed away. The last thing I saw was my mother's shocked face. I felt my stomach drop, feeling guilty that I left her. She would understand though. The Capitol had already taken my father's life and I was going to get revenge.

~Julie~

I am Julie Corella and I am a fifteen year old girl from District 4. In District 4, kids want to volunteer. They train their whole lives to be in the Hunger Games. I hate it. If I could, I would run away. Run from this life. I would escape to whatever is left of District 13 and start over. That isn't an option though. Instead, I am following my twin brother, Damien, to the group of fifteen year old kids, at the Reaping. I took a deep breathe to calm myself. Yes, I am great at fishing. Yes, I am great with spears, harpoons, and tridents. Yes, I can hold my ground. That doesn't mean that I want to throw myself onto the stage and fight for my life to entertain the disgusting Capitol. I don't want to win and become famous. I don't want to be known as a killer. I looked over at Damien. His expression was blank. We hardly talk, and I have no clue if he has the same opinion as me. I glanced up as the escort wished us a happy Hunger Games. I wanted to bash her head in with the end of a spear. I know, I'd be killed instantly for that, if by some miracle I managed to smuggle a spear onto the stage. She read the first name quickly. "Julie Corella." She scanned the crowd. I made my way onto the stage with a sigh. I wasn't nervous, I was aggravated. I rolled my eyes as no one volunteered. Wonderful. "Next we have, Damien Corella!" Her voice spoke in surprise as she called the name of my twin brother. He froze and glanced at me with panic in his eyes. I fought the urge to run over to him an hug him. He was about to step onto the stage when a voice broke the shocked silence. "I volunteer!" An extremely tall eighteen year old jumped up onto the stage. His hair as dark as the night and his eyes were a striking blue. "And what is your name?" The escort questioned, studying him. "Kian Retford." He spoke in a soft, musical voice. "Well, here are your tributes!" She exclaimed and followed us off the stage. Peacekeepers surrounded us as we were escorted out of District 4. I had one last look at my brother, as tears filled his eyes. I didn't even have time to find my ten year old sister or parents in the crowd.

~Lily~

I am Lily Dowery from District 11. I am fifteen and spend most of my days harvesting crops. I live with my older brother, Chase and his girlfriend, Maya. They both work in the fields. We eat very little, since most of the crops are sent to the Capitol. I sighed and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. It was a blazing hot day. I glanced over my dress as I twirled a strand of short, light brown hair with my right hand. I wore my mother's forest green dress and tan sandals. I quietly followed Chase and Maya to the Reaping. I stood with the other fifteen year old kids. Luckily, Chase and Maya were safe this year. They both turned nineteen. Rina, my best friend, squeezed my hand gently and gave me an encouraging smile. I gave her a slight smile back, but I shook with nerves. I got like this every year. Extremely nervous, queasy, and light headed. Maya blew me a kiss of luck and Chase gave me a weary smile. I bit my lip and raised the corners of my mouth slightly. I turned around to face the escort walk onto the stage. "Happy Hunger Games District 11! And may the odds be ever in your favor!" He smiled brightly and reached into the ball. "The first tribute is Lily Dowery!" He exclaimed. I gulped, feeling myself start to sweat. I fought the urge to vomit as I walked onto the stage. "Hello sweetie." He smiled. I didn't meet his eyes as I took my place. Chase's eyes widened as he watched me and Maya had tears running down her cheeks. Rina shook her head, blinking back tears. I did not expect her to volunteer. I nodded when nobody did. "The next tribute is Reph Mortia!" He folded the paper back into a rectangle and clapped his hands together. "Any volunteers?" He questioned as a smirking Reph took his place next to me. I gulped. "Well, give a round of applause for your tributes!" There was very little clapping in response. I followed Reph off the stage, a Peacekeeper following us. I looked over at Reph, who was still smirking. We were alone in a lobby of some kind. "Did you want to be a tribute?" I blurted, without thinking. "Of course I did. I can win this thing with my eyes shut. I may not have been trained my whole life like the Careers, but I can be pretty nasty." He smirked even more, with a glint of determination in his eyes. I looked down at my sandals, fighting the tears. "Don't worry. We are a team. If I can help it, you won't go anywhere." His smirk lessened a little as he gently patted my shoulder. I nodded as Peacekeepers filed into the room, along with our mentor, Jonavon Gergs.