A Winner Never Quits Chapter(2/?)

Chapter 1
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Day of the reaping

Kurt sat up dazed. He hadn't slept that night, nor did he want to. He couldn't stop the horrible thoughts seeping into his mind. It happened every year, never any sleep the night before the reaping. Kurt closed his eyes again and thought of his mother. Her face, her voice, it always took him to a happy place.
Kurt's mother had died when he was only a child, it's been him and his father since then. Kurt and his father; Burt, missed her everyday. Kurt's mother was the one who had shown Kurt the waterfall in the woods. It was a place of peace. No one knew about it but him, his mother and Peeta.

"Kurt, buddy, it's time to wake up." Burt nudged Kurt gently waking him from his barely sleeping state.
Kurt rubbed his eyes a few times before realising he actually managed to fall asleep.

"It's nine o'clock. There is two hours until the reaping, you'd better get ready. I made you some breakfast, when you're done having a shower."

"Thanks dad." Kurt smiled before he got out of bed readying himself for the day ahead.

"Should I wear the light blue tie or dark blue tie?" Kurt asked settling at the table clutching two old ties.
"Hmm.. I think the dark blue." Burt nodded.
"Good choice."
Kurt put the ties aside before looking at the small mean in front of him, a few eggs, bacon and burnt bits of toast.
"Sorry about the toast."
Kurt laughs. "No, it's great."
"You feelings okay about today?"
"Yeah, what are the odds it's going to be me anyway. I mean there are like four hundred other boys, with their names in their at least sixteen to eighteen times."
Burt nods in agreement, before sitting his plate in sink.
Kurt finishes not too long after.

The walk into the town square isn't far, just a few blocks away. Walking around this place makes me feel alone, helpless. There is no purpose of life here. It's a dreary, sad place, matted with a cloud of constant smog. I hate it. Everyone is sad, you can see it. I love the woods, my woods. As soon as the reaping is over, I'm finding Peeta and going to the waterfall.
Peeta. I promised to meet him right after I checked in. As we approached the town square, all I could see was children crying, mothers hugging their sons and daughters and guards, people from the Capitol, everywhere.

"Kurt." Burt says holding something back.
"Yes, dad?"
"I.. I love you kiddo. Goodluck. Try not to be chosen."
Burt pulled Kurt into a massive hug then pushed him into the line of other eighteen year olds, checking in.
Kurt waved as his dad disappeared into the crowd.
Kurt checked in, stating his name to an official from the Captiol and set off to find Peeta.

"Kurt!" Peeta yelled from the line made of seventeen year olds.
Kurt smiled and walked over.
"Only 3 more people in front of me. How are you feeling?"
"I .. don't know. I slept last night though. How about you?"
"That's great. Yeah I slept, took me a while but I"
"Boy! Are you in the line or out of it! Keep moving!" An official armed with a rifle urged Kurt.
"He is just.." Peeta got cut off.
"If you are not in the line, stand aside!" The large man yelled a few inches away from Kurt's face.
Kurt stepped back a few feet waiting as Peeta signed in.

Disgusting. That's what they are. Take advantage of everyone. I do hate them. They take it all, they have it all. I hate them. Thank God this only happens once a year, then we can get back to our miserable lives, that they create.
I calm once Peeta is standing next to me again.
"What an asshole!" Peeta whispers.
"Hmm. I know." I give the official a dirty look before taking my place with the other hundred plus boys eligible for the reaping.
District 6 has a lot of people, but isn't big. Most families have at least two children, most being eight. Peeta and I are of the only few who are apart of a single child family. I don't know whether to be grateful for it, or hate the idea.

A woman take the stage. Dressed in a short, tight dress; a neon green. Big hair and very tan skin and she is short. She makes a noise in the microphone getting most people's attention. She makes the noise again and soon everyone is listening, watching.

"Welcome everybody to the 80th Hunger Games reaping!" She says way too joyful.

"I am Snooki Bowbowchi and today, I am here to take two very lucky tributes to the Capitolto compete in this year's Hunger Games!"

Capitol. I hate that word.

"So, let's get started, shall we!"

The only sight I can take in is the goofy looking woman walking over to the giant box which holds the girl's names. She pulls a name out and takes a long pause before giving a sinister looking grin and walking back over to the microphone stand.

"For the girls tribute, we have… Sugar Motta! Come up here!"

I look over to the girls. Everyone's heads are turned to a girl, moderately short, long brown/caramel hair and tan skin. She look's about sixteen and.. I know her. Mayor Motta's daughter, rich, as obvious to the clothes she's wearing. She's already in tears, terrified, no doubt.

"Good girl! Congratulations!" Snooki raises Sugar's arm. The only noises that emerge from the crowd are worried gasps and faint sounds of sobbing.

"Boy's turn!"

She walks back over to the boxes and pulls a name. Peeta, who has been silently standing next to me, clutches my arm. She pauses and reads.

"Kurt Hummel."

My world goes dark. I feel Peeta's grip tighten and I feel other's pushing me to the front of the crowd and onto the stage. My legs are shaking. I'm certain I've gone pale… more pale then I already I am. My heart sinks as the Capitolwoman raises my arm.

"Congraulations to this year's tributes. Sugar Motta and Kurt Hummel!"

I look into the sea of faces. I see Peeta in shock, other's gasping and of course, no one is clapping.

"Our two tributes will now be taken to the Capitol and will represent District 6 in the Hunger Games!"

Snooki finishes as no one claps and me and the mayor's daugher are swept off the stage and into a building. We're told that we have 10 minutes to talk to our family, say our last goodbyes.

I've only just come back into realisation as I feel my dad hugging me.
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Burt's face is full of terror, his only son, only child is about to be taken from his world and thrown into the unknown. This may be the last time he ever sees him.
"Kurt. I love you. I never thought this woulod be happening. I wish I .. just don't… I" Burt tries to hold back but the tears start to rush.
"Kurt, you have been the best son. You are an amazing kid. You will win these games. You got me. Do whatever. Just. Make sure I see you again."
"Dad I love you. I don't know.. What is going on. This can't be real!" Burt gives Kurt another tight hug before he is dragged out the room by Capitol officials.

My world is crashing. My life is going to end. I just know. I will never see my dad again. I will never see this dreary place, I call home again. I will never see…

"Peeta!" I shout as he runs into the room.

"Kurt. I can't believe this is happening. You can't go. Please don't. I can't survive this horrid world without you."
Peeta is in tears.
"I'm not going to win. What do I do. I can't.."
"Kurt, listen."
Both boys turn as a Capitol official awares that he has one minute left.
"Peeta, you have been my best friend. I wish you were in the games with me and I…"
"Kurt, I love you." Peeta grabs Kurt's face and kisses him. It's rough but full of emotion, fear.
That was it. The Capitol official pulls Peeta away.

Peeta being dragged away is the last thing I see before I'm rushed outside and to a train station. I'm surrounded by guards and photographers pushing me and my 'fellow' tribute towards an old train. Once we're inside it's quiet.

The train starts without warning and it's gone. The guards, photographer and my life. All of that happened way too fast, a blur.

I stand there starring out the window for a moment before the room turns fuzzy and I black out.

I think I'd rather sleep and never wake up then compete in these bloodbaths, that are held just for the Capitol's enjoyment.

That's who's fault it is. The Capitol's. I hate them all so much.

I want to stay here, on the floor forever.