The teenage boys all stepped away from a pink-haired boy (Yes, I mean it. Pink!). He wore black pants, a white dinner shirt (the shirt was sort of messy and some buttons were buttoned up wrong), and a white and black plaid scarf. All I need is the scarf and spikey pink hair to know that it's him.
His furious deep black eyes looked to the ground. Like me, only one expression was readable on his face. Terror. Peacekeepers came and grabbed him, just like they did to me, and lead him to the stage if the Justice Building. When one grabbed his muscular arm firmly, he looked as if he was ready to swing a few punches at them.
No, not him. Why him? I think bitterly. I still remeber that day as if it were yesterday.
It was three days after my parents, Layla and Jude Heartfillia, died. My family had no food, so my father tried to steal a loaf of bread from the bakery, and failed. He was whipped in the village square, it was about after fourty swings that my mother stood up to help him, and she too, was whipped. After their whipping, they were shot due to stealing and interfering with "Peacekeeper buisness". I was left with no family.
I was sitting outside in the rain, laying against a tree outside the run-down school. There was a food shortage in 12 at the same time, so we werenall in the same boat. We were all starving, people were already dying from hunger and thirst. I knew that I was about to die, I was barely able tp walk to the tree. I was going to die of hunger right there if the storm didn't drown me first. And that's when I saw him.
A young boy in a dark cloak with a hood pulled over his pink head. Je was holding three loaves of bread in his arms and under his cloak to keep them dry. Fresh baked bread! But it also looked like he running away from someone. Well, four Peacekeepers to be exact. He was gaining speed and…..he was running straight at me.
I closed my eyes and pinched myself, but he was still coming at me. When he was only a couple feet away from my own feet, he ducked, barell-rolled, and hid hid on the other side of the tree. The Peacekeepers run by, not even noticing that he went the other way. I stare into space, trying to understand what I had just seen.
When the Peacekeepers were out of sight, the boy stood up and began laughing. Luaghing! He was beginning to walk away when he turned to me. I wonder what he saw when he looked at me: a small, boney, orphan girl? Most likely. He tossed one of the loaves of bread at my feet.
"You never saw anything. Nothing happened." He said as he turned and started running again in the opposite direction that he came.
A deal for a deal.
Oh my god, I made a deal with a theif! I think as Natsu is placed beside me.
I turn and face Mr. Dragneel when we shake hands as the two Tributes. Nothing more, nothing less. He firmly squeezes my hand and his eyes go wide when he meets my eyes.
So he remebers.
"Well! We have our two Tributes of Area 12: Lucy Heartfillia and Natsu Dragneel!"
No applause. No one says a word, and no one moves an inch. That is until an old face in the sea of faces lifts up his right hand, points his index finger in the air and lifts his thumb. The Area 12 symbol. The after him, everyone's hand goes up. Inclusing Loke' arms begin to shake as I force the tears down.
Peacekeepers open up two doors behind us that leads us inside the Justice Building. More Peacekeepers come and take me and Natsu forcefully inside. They split me and Natsu up and we go opposite directions. After turning what seemed like a hundred corners, I was placed inside a room.
The room was purple. That's the first thing that pops into my head as I look around the room. There's a violet coucu, chairs, curtain, carpets and violet table cloths for a table thats placed in the centre if the room.
I don't bother to sit down so I pace the room instead, biting the inside of my cheek as I walk back and forth. It seemed like the minute that the door was closed, that it was opened again but this time by Loke.
The second he closes the door, I rush into his open arms. We stay there in silence for a couple moments before he begins to talk again.
"Lucy,you got to win this."
"I cant and you know that I cant so it."
"So? At least try! Listen, I know that you dont want to kill them, but if it comes down to it, you have to. You and I both know that you're going to have to sooner or later."
"Loke, I know that you're trying to help, but would you be all happy and excited if you're about to go into a game where you have to kill kids?"
"No, but I would think of a way to win. Maybe without having to kill anyone. Think of your talents, skills, powers, anything that could help you out in the Games, Lucy."
"I've got none."
"That's a lie."
The door opens again but this time by a Peacekeeper that's here to escort Loke out.
Loke grabs my hand and hugs me again. "You can do it, I know you can."
"Goodbye!" I yell as he's being pulled out the door.
"Bye! Good luck, Lucy!" He and then the door slams shut.
What do I do now?
Minute later, I'm placed into a Capitol train and pushed into another room on the train. The door shuts behind me and I run to the window and look at Area 12 for the last time.