Chapter 2; Call Me Wheatley
On the day of the Reaping, I'm not worried. I thought there was no way I'd get picked.
In the traditional fashion, they call the girl tribute to the stage first. "Noxinia Maximilian." Oh, shit. That's Nox's twin sister. I don't really care if she dies, but poor Nox will never be able to handle that loss. She annoys him, but he's so kind that he would never wish death upon anyone. His mother will be devastated, too.
Man, I'm glad that's not me.
It comes to the time where they call the boy tribute, and I'm just about bored to tears whenever I hear something that could really make me cry.
"Archaeos Electro."
My name was called. I stand still, the impact not yet hitting me. "Archaeos Electro," Trinity Moore, our announcer and host for the seventy-first Hunger Games, called again impatiently. I drift out of the crowd, unable to comprehend my fate. Did I leave one in there? No, I triple checked to make sure neither Nox's names nor mine were in there. Then I burned the slips of paper. Did the Capitol notice me? Impossible. I've made completely sure that nobody but the people I completely trusted knew.
I made my way onto the stage somehow, and stared out into crowd, speechless. "Are there any volunteers?" Dead silence. I find myself looking at Nox, but soon shot him a death glare. I would never want him to volunteer for me. My eyes drift to Ratchet, and rest on her shocked face. In her eyes, I saw something I wasn't quite familiar with.
Guilt.
Time slowed to a crawl as I came to a realization. She put my name in there. She sent me to my death. She won. "You fucking bitch!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, and in a fit of rage, lunged at her. I landed right on her, and started attacking her face with all my might. Anonymous hands tried to pull me off, but only succeeded when the reluctant hands of Peacekeepers grabbed me. But I was still screaming.
"I'll never forgive you, you hear me Ratchet Wells? Never! I'll despise you until the moment they slit my throat and force me to drown in my own blood in that damned arena! I'll call out your name as I die, let you know this is all your fault! You won't get away unscathed!"
I watch her shocked expression change to terror as I spat insult after threat after insult at her. They dragged me away from her, and I cursed her name with all of my being. A needle in my arm stopped me, and then the world went black.
