The Victor's Children

by Your-Average-Not-Spider-Girl

Pretend Katniss and Peeta just went home, no uprising, life as normal. Peeta and Katniss bravly have a child, her name Ivy. In District 4, Finnick and anne have a son, Loui. What will happen when Ivy and Loui meet in the training center? Love at first site or enemies until the end? rated T for gore T for gore. Rate & Review!

2. Chapter 2

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Ivy POV

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"Over here dummy!"

I crane my neck, trying to look over the crowd of D 12 kids mulling into their spots. A flash of fire red hair stood from the crowd.

Tiffany.

Tiffany is pushing her way to me. She stops, squeezing me in a tight embrace. Coal dust rubs from her onto me, but I don't mind.

I bite back more tears, and grasp her hand when she pulls away. We slowly face the wild colored lady.

This year, apparently Effie is going green. Literally.

"Hello District Twelve! Before we pick the ladies…" She twirls her finger. Her perfect white teeth gleam in the dusty light.

"Happy Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor." Her emerald eyes, seemingly enlarged, rape the crowd of minors before her.

Pursing her lips, Effie digs into the giant pink tinted bowl. My name is entered once.

Tiffanys 24 times.

I pray to the god above, if he's listening.

"Well! What unfortunate luck this family has! At least you will be sticking together. Ivy Mellark, you are this year's female tribute!" She claps.

Tiffany screams, clinging to my dress. I slowly pry her off, and I walk to the stage.

My mother is sobbing in the background. I would know that mournful cry anywhere. The last time I heard it was when Prim, my twin sister, died three years ago.

As I walk, Peacekeepers in their sterile white uniforms make a square around me.

As if I would run.

I face Effie with a bright smile. "Hello Effie." I stick out my hand.

She shakes my hand, hers soft. Smooth. Cold. And a weird, pale green.

She gestures to a little chair from one of the classrooms for me to sit in.

The boy she does with less grandure. I think she maybe felt sorry for my parents, who were off to the side of the stage.

After all, she did reap them together years back.

The boy is a sniveling twelve year old. Everyone knows he has a disease. I think he is greatful to be reaped. His parents were stotic.

Effie makes us both stand, and she raises our arms. "The tributes of District 12!"