A Gale and Clove Story
76th Announcement
AN: So you guys, heyyyyyy thanks for all the reviews, you guys are awesome! Keep it up! So I hope you guys like this chapter! Didn't reach my goal of 5 reviewers, but I understand, considering I only have one chapter up! Plus this isn't necessarily a popular couple, right guys? But Catoniss (I'm a huge shipper of that too!) started out the same way, and look at it now! It's incredibly popular?! Gotta' start somewhere right people, right, right? (Cricket sounds), okay another good talk. Well here you go people Chapter 2. Oh one more quick thing my peeps, I do not own anything about The Hunger Games, that goes for the whole story, credit all goes to Suzanne Collins!
Chapter 2
I watched the T.V as a little boy steps up on stage. I curse him and Snow, for all I know the little boy is Snow's nephew. Snow opens his mouth to speak. "In penance for their second uprising, the 76th Hunger Games will have an addition to it as if it was a Quarter Quell, this addition shall be..." He pauses here and I know, his next words, will change my life forever.
Snow decides to continue now after his long, dramatic pause, but not before I notice, that during it, Gale's sudden closeness on the couch to me. I had almost had forgotten he was there. In my house, at the victors village. He then puts his arm around me and pulls me closer. His warmth radiating off of him and onto me. He kisses my forehead, lingering there for a moment.
I than, stop thinking back to what had happened, only moments ago and focus in on what the hell Snow is saying. "The punishment will be that there will be a combination of all three past Quarter Quells, to represent the districts weakness in comparison to the capitol."
Before I panic, I think. The first Quarter Quell, their people voted for the tributes, okay mostly good there. I don't think too many people hate me or Gale. The second Quarter Quell was double the people in a regular arena. In other words, four instead of two.
So we have to vote for two boys and two girls to go into the games. I think Gale and I still are safe, although we do have are fair share of haters, there are more people in the district that aren't well liked more so than us. Besides our district will most likely vote based of the strongest career trainees in the district. Then it finally hits me, the third Quarter Quell last year, was for former victors, they were forced (with the exception of volunteers from the career districts.) Into the games once again. And since they will vote based off the strongest, (which used to be Bruce an Enobaria.) but it's a duplicate number of tributes this year, they will most likely pick me and Gale as well….crap.
Unlike me however Gale has processed it all VERY quickly in his small, but cute brain and has been screaming and jumping up and down at the television like a little kid for the past five minutes. "WHAT ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" All I want to do is scream also, but no, see this is how we work. When something bad happens one of us is calm and able to think, while the other is chaotic. If we both become chaotic, well, let's just say it does not end well.
"GET A GRIP GALE, COME ON!" I say, but in his fury of rage, he doesn't hear me. So I do what I do best. Go into the kitchen, grab a knife, and throw it so it barley misses Gale's head. He turns to me, tears in eyes, and that's it, I run to him and start kissing and holding on tightly to what we might not have for long.
When we were done he cries into my shoulder and I whisper reassuring things into his ear. We stay like this for who knows how long, but really, who cares? The clock is now ticking down until my death anyways. Because I know one thing, I am NOT the one coming out of this future arena alive.
