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# The Star-Crossed Singers Chapter Two. #
Austin felt . . . well, he didn't know exactly how he felt.
All he knew for sure was, that, for once, Ally was more confident than him. As the Mayor and Marie summed things up, Austin and Ally stand there, hands locked. The crowd watches them closely.
Finally, they walk off the stage, and Ally collapses into his arms, "I'm sorry," She mumbles into his shirt. Austin doesn't know why she's apoligising, but he says, "It's okay."
And, before they know it, it's time to say good-bye.
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It was harder for Austin, considering he actually chose to say good-bye. Ally stayed in the Train Car, silent and alone as Austin said a sad good-bye.
Good-bye was something Ally was used to, and she knew that it was easier to just flat-out refuse to say good-bye. It was better. Less tears.
Her Father had died in the Great War. Just when it looked like the Ancientists (Followers of the Ancient Laws) were about to win, the Loyalists (Followers of the Capitol) came out with a powerful weapon and won the War. Now Marie came up to her, and sat down in front of her.
Austin joined them a few minutes later and, soon, the Train was moving. Ally sighed, "I'm going to my Train Cart." She's about to leave, when Marie saysm in a tone surprisingly serious tone, "Oh, young lady, you're not going anywhere."
Ally turns, and her eyes narrow. Austin senses a dangerous ferocity amongst her as she says, "Oh? And why not?"
But Marie simply shrugs, "I've got to explain the rules to you two b-"
"What rules?" Austin cuts her off, "I thought there were no rules!"
"There are some rules, you idiot!" Marie rolls her eyes.
Ally, who's become impatiant, says, "Well, out with it! Tell us the rules!"
Marie smirks, "All in good time, my Tribute. All in good time."
And as she turned and sauntered away, the Train began it's long journey to the Capitol.
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~Austin's PoV~
All this is so confusing. The fact the me and Ally might die is painful. It's something I knew would eventually happen, but not like this...
I dont' know what to do.
Marie has explained the rules to Ally and I. Here they are:
Rule #1: No Eating Tributes (Eww...),
Rule #2: There Is Only One Winner (I couldn't look at Ally...)
Rule #3: You May Hunt Animals In Any Way You'd Like,
Rule #4: You May Kill People However You Wish (I puked.),
Rule #5: Anything Else Goes (I took this to mean, 'entertain us'.).
So, yeah. Marie told us that if one of us wins the Hunger Games, then we will be taken on a Victory Tour, and that for the next Hunger Games (Oh, no...) we must coach the next two Tributes of District 11.
Not something I'm looking forward too.
I peek out the door, and spot a Maid cleaning dusting a painting. She has straight black hair, and green eyes. She looks familiar, but I can't place her. "Excuse me?" I ask, "Which Distric are we in?"
The girl opens her mouth, then closes it. She nods curtly, and then walks briskly away. Strange, but whatever. There's too much stress around here. I pull out a small harmonica I had managed to hide in my pocket before I left D 11.
I begin a blues song, "Stuck on a train, don't know what to do. I guess I'm to blame, or maybe it's you..." I trail off. Ah, who am I kidding?
The Dinner Bell (yes, we have a dinner bell) sounds, and I put my harmonica back inside my pocket. This was gonna be a long night.
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Sorry, it's short. But what did you think?
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