The 19th Hunger Games : Bloody Tears
Me : And because I have no life, here's another chapter!
- The 19th Hunger Games : Bloody Tears -
- District Two : Stone Cold -
- Solana Bates' POV -
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO?"
I gave my younger twin brothers my "Ultra Death Stare of Doom" as they cowered. Serves them right!
"Sorry Sis… we just needed those berries…"
"Just needed those berries!" I repeated, my voice a shrill mockery of Alto's.
My brothers looked down on the dirty floor, not knowing what to say. They looked the same; same dark brown hair that was cropped, same light blue eyes and same dark skin tone. They even wear the same clothes - a dark green shirt with dark pants.
I sighed, grabbing a broomstick and started to clean up the messy store. I hated my life. Hated it. Why should I care after my brothers? What did I do to deserve such a life?
"Solana?"
It was Tenor. The only reason why I could tell him apart from Alto because he had a deeper voice than him.
"Yeah?" I asked, not looking up as I swept the floor, cleaning up the broken and now useless leaves that scattered the floor.
"Do… do you hate us?"
I sighed again, not knowing how to respond to that question. I looked at the cracked mirror that hung next to the counter.
It showed a worn seventeen-year-old girl with sky blue eyes and long, dirty blonde hair. Her face was dusted with small freckles. She had on a light yellow dress that seemed close to rags. She would have been pretty, is it wasn't for the fact that she looked like she was in her early thirties instead of her late teens.
"No." I answered, deciding that the floor was clean enough for today. Besides, no one was coming in today. The Reapings were happening today. Just the thought made me more solemn, more serious, more lonely than every before.
"Come on, let's go." I told them in a emotionless voice, grabbing their hands.
District Two was one of the largest Districts, so it takes about fifteen minutes to actually get to the stupid plaza because of the influx of people.
I led my brothers to the twelve-year-old section and gave them both hollow kisses on the cheek. Alto and Tenor both told me that they loved me and wished me luck.
I went over to the seventeen-year-old section and sat next to my best friend Mina. She's the only person who really gets me.
"So, are you going to do it?" she murmured.
I shrugged. "Don't know." I said truthfully, putting my hands on behind my head, staring to get a fragment of my bravo back.
I have been thinking of volunteering for the Hunger Games, but I really never got the courage to do so. I only have two more years…
Mina was going to say something but was cut off by the mayor. He read the stupid Treaty as we tuned it out.
"Hello District Two!" our escort, a lady called Ignis, who had star-bright flame-colored hair yelled out. The crowd answered back with a deafening roar.
"Let's get started! Ladies first!" she said, plucking a thin piece of paper that had a girl's name on it.
"Solana Bates!"
It took a moment for me to understand it had been my name that have been called out. It took nudging from Mina and a nod to the stage for me to get it.
I have been Reaped.
I looked at Mina, who's face was tearing up, nod again to the stage that was waiting for me. I walked up to the stage, hoping that I had pulled out my calm façade. I heard my name be called though.
Alto and Tenor were running to the stage, begging me not to go. Peacekeepers took them away as they flailed like fish out of water, trying. I felt a small piece of my heart tear open.
Two girls had volunteered and were coming up to the stage.
"No! I'll go!" I said firmly, which made Ignis and the mayor turn to me, astonished.
"You sure?" asked Ignis, who was playing with her fake rose nails.
I nodded. My brothers' cries were still audible, telling me not to go.
"W-well then! What an odd turn of events!" said Ignis perkily. She shooed the other two girls away who were staring at me with envy in their eyes. Lovely.
"And it's now the guys' turn!" Ignis pulled out another slim piece of paper.
"Drake Larson!"
A tall, black-haired fellow walked to the stage, wearing ragged clothes. His dark blue eyes seemed bottomless. He also denied any volunteers.
"Well then!" Ignis chirped, puffing out her chest. "There are your tributes for District Two! Happy Hunger Games!"
I was whisked away to the Justice Building, into a plush room that had velvet lining everywhere. I ran my hands through it; it helped relax me.
My brother burst in, both bawling their eyes out. I hugged them, telling them it would be okay.
"You-you're come back, right?" asked Alto.
I looked away. Could I lie to them? I really had no chance in the Hunger Games. There are girls that know how to kill you a thousand different ways with only a knife and guys that just could break my neck like a twig.
"Okay." I croaked as the Peacekeepers took my brothers away, and for the first time in many years, I started to cry.
Mina came in. She hugged me, telling me that the odds were in my favor, that there was twenty-four tributes there and I had a chance.
But I knew that my death was waiting for me the instant I went into that arena.
And the thing is, the more I thought about it, the more I didn't care.
- Drake Larson's POV -
Fuck my life.
Stupid Peacekeepers! Why the hell where they in that back alley? Of all places!
"Come on runt, let's go!" one of them snarled at me, like I was a dog.
Is that what I am? Just a dog, an animal, a piece of meat?
I didn't resist. The Peacekeepers in District Two (where all of them were from) were the harshest. They will not hesitant to shoot you if they wanted to.
And I have no intention of getting shot today.
They led me all the way to the eighteen-year-old section, in which they left me. Bastards!
Oh great. Ignis, the escort of District Two had dyed her hair crimson. Again. Honestly, I think she doesn't even remember what was the original color was.
"Hello District Two! Let's get started! Ladies first!" she said in her shrill voice that sounded like a death cry of a cat as she took out a name.
"Solana Bates!"
A blonde-haired girl seemed confused until her friend nudged her. Her yellow dress was torn in some places, making it look even worse than it actually was.
When she got onto the stage, screams could be heard through-out the massive plaza. Two twelve-year-olds that looked like twins ran to the stage, trying to get to Solana. The Peacekeepers dragged them away, who where still crying for their sister.
This is why I hate the Capital and the Hunger Games. If they didn't have the Hunger Games, who knows, less people might hate them. But no, they have to have it, and because of it, families are torn apart.
Two girls volunteered, but Solana told them no. Why? Wouldn't she want to go back to her brothers?
I didn't have time to ponder that because my own name was called out.
The odds are so not in my favor today…
I shook hands with Solana, and then the Peacekeepers (who ironically were the ones who found me in that back alley) dragged me away to what I called "The Holding Cell."
I didn't expect any visitors. I wasn't the most popular guy in school, and my uncle was too sick to even get out of bed.
But I was taken back when those two little boys came up to.
Up close, I saw that they were in fact twins. They were even matching clothes. I was going to ask why they were here until one of them with a low-pitched voice (well… as low as you're ever going to get when you're twelve) spoke.
"Mister… please… help our sister." he asked, tears dancing on his blue eyes. Blue eyes that he shared with his older sister.
I didn't know what to say. What could I say? If I said yes, then I would be risking my own life for something I didn't know that well! Add the fact that one of us would still die no matter what, and no seemed like a very tempting answer. But if I said no, I knew that these twins would bawl their tiny hearts out.
"Mister." said the higher-pitched brother, who had something in his meaty hands. "We forgot to give this to her… can you give it to her?"
Inside his hand was an earring. It was made of pure gold, and was modeled in the shape of a dangling arrow.
"Okay," I told them gruffly, pocketing it. I then looked both twins in their eyes, and said "I'll do my best."
They gave identical grins.
"Thank you Mister…"
"Drake, call me Drake."
"Thank you Drake!" they chorused as the Peacekeeper sneered and led them away.
I lad there in thought, thinking of what I have done.
I prayed I just didn't screw myself over.
Me - And that's a wrap!
Fun Fact - Solana wasn't even going to be in this district, but I love writing her so she moved over to District Two. She was suppose to be in District Ten.
Fun Fact - I did the same thing with Glisten and made Drake right on the spot. He was also suppose to have a drunk father, but that idea was scrapped as I wrote this. He was also to be cry and be a baby, but it didn't work out so he became colder and darker than he was suppose to be.
Solana - Review!
Drake - *Cracks knuckles* What she said!
