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Chapter Two: Property of the Capitol

Everyone was cheering at me. I stood and waved and smiled as politely as I could. I knew these moments were televised and if I was going to be able to make an impression to the capitol citizens I wished to it be a good one.
A peacekeeper put his hand on my shoulder, making me jump. I scowled at him because in that short moment, he had made me look weaker then I was going for. "Please Miss Hazelgrey, you are required to step into the Justice Building".

I rolled my eyes. Of course, this is the part where I wait for my family and guests to come and say some goodbyes incase I don't return. He took me by the gruff for the shoulder and led me through the doors.

"You know, you don't have to be so rough with me", I moaned angrily. "We are from District One. We are more then willing to walk to our deaths on our own. No need for forces".

The peacekeeper seemed taken aback by my slur at him. "Your not normally from around here are you. Where do you usually station?".

"District Six miss", he stated back bluntly. I huffed. "Figures".

I was taken to a small room in the justice building. I have never been in the justice buidling before, but you can tell it is our most luxurious building. It has some real fine architecture to its works. The room I was in was clean. Too clean if you ask me. My guess would be that this room is never used. Probably once a year, for the tributes of the Hunger Games.
The was a comfortable looking sofa in the corner by a desk, a desk that had nothing on it, a looked as new as the day it was brought in.

I sat down on the sofa and huffed. I was dreading this part. But it will only last a few minutes, and then it will be time to leave and board the train.
The door opened and in walked my Brother. I was surprised to find he was on his own.

"Cashmere", he gasped pulling me into a tight hug. "I was so sure you would back out last minute and not do it".

I laughed, but impatiently. How many times do I have to tell him. "I had to do this Gloss. If I don't die in the Hunger Games. I will only kill myself here. At least if I died there, I can say I died trying to make my life better".

"Father is furious. Says you have shamed the family. If I was you, I would prepare yourself".

I knew what he meant. I was going to get a bashing for this. I closed my eyes. "I guessed. I was hoping he might hold off, considering his only daughter might die".

Gloss looked at me doubtful. "Full of wild daydreams little sis aren't you".

"Why did you come alone?", I asked curiously.

Gloss smiled. "I needed to tell you that I will be wishing everyday and every night that you come home to me cashmere. I love you".
I smiled. "I love you too Gloss. But still why not with mother and father?".
Gloss laughed at my stupidity. "Would you have told me that in front of Father?".
"I guess not", I pouted angrily. Father really is a twisted fuck.

The door opened and the peacekeeper told us time is up. "Please a few more minutes", I called desperately. "Sorry times up", he said again standing his ground.
Huffing I stood up and pulled my big brother into another tight hug.

"I will try and come home big brother. And together we can live in Victors Village".

He kissed me on the cheek. "See you soon", he called walking backwards out of the door.

The next to come in was another surprise. It was Diamond.

"Cashmere", she sneered at me.
"Yes, can I help?", confused about her arrival considering we never interact with each other ever.

"You took my spot. That was my last chance, and you stole it", she glared at me, her eyes burning deep into mine.
"I can do nothing else, but apologise Diamond. You know who my Father is. I had no choice".
"HA! Don't give me that Bullshit", she sneered. "My father spoke to yours. Gloss was lined up. Not you".

I looked at the floor. Diamond was clearly angry at me. "Just because my father did not tell me I was to go. Doesn't mean it is not because of my father that I am here. You live one day with my father and tell me that risking your life, in the small slither of hope that it could be made better, isn't worth it".

Diamonds eyes narrowed as she looked at me. "You better lose Hazelgrey. Because if you come back to District One, not in a wooden box. I will kill you myself". She grunted at me, and with that, turned as slammed the door on her way out.

I exhaled. I shouldn't have been threatened by Diamond, but she was more like a District 2 with her looks and personality. Easily the most ugly in the district.

The door opened again and finally my mother and father stepped in.

"Cashmere, dear", my mother crocked. It was clear she had been crying. I stepped up to her and gave her a hug.

"I had too, mother".

Mother nodded to show that she understood completely. But father clearly didn't. He grabbed me by my hair, making me wail out.

"Your filthy bitch!", he sneered into my face. "EXPLAIN YOURSELF".

I pulled myself out of his grip. "You want to know WHY! I will tell you why shall I Father. Because your a disgrace to our family. Your violent and we all hate you. I have become a tribute, not to be a victorious winner and bring the district such pride. NO! Because I want to escape your greasy, distrusting, scum-filled hands. I would rather die in an arena, then be your daughter".

Father looked at me, his mouth hanging in shock. "You... HOW DARE YOU", he roared. He pushed my mother to the floor and grabbed me round the neck and punched me in the stomach.

"GUARDS", I screamed out. The door opened instantly and a peacekeeper ran in. Seeing what was going on, he pulled out his cane and whacked my father round the head, making him collapse to the floor.

He called for back-up and two more ran through the door.

"Are you okay, Miss Hazelgrey", he turned to me. Rubbing my neck and holding back tears I nodded. "Yes, just caught of-guard thats all".

I don't know what come over to me to have the confidence to talk to my Father like that. But if felt amazing. Maybe its because deep down I know he won't be able to bring me any more harm. That even if I die, I have defeated his hatred hands.

"Take him to the whipping station. He is to be given 8 slashes for causing harm to the property of the capitol".

I frowned to myself. "Property of the capitol?", I questioned.
The peacekeeper nodded. "Your a tribute now Miss. You are now owned by the capitol until the games finish".

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Of course it is all written in the treaty of treason, but you don't really expect to be called a property. He could have said ' causing harm to a tribute'. But no, he very clearly said 'property'. I am nothing but a piece. A figure. Something that could be discarded like a broken toy.

My mother shakily left the room, glancing at me one last time, a tear falling down her cheek. "Good luck, Love", was her last words before the door shut behind her.

I didn't have anymore visitors that day. I found it odd that Diamond got to see me but Platinum never. Maybe she was angry at me for not telling her. Shortly after the door opened and the district escort Lace stood there.

"Come along, Cashmere dear", she called happily from the door. "It is a 10 minute drive to the train station, and then we have about a 4 hour trip to the capitol. We should be there in time for supper".

I walked out the door and back into the main hall to find that Lace had already gone and got Marble, who was standing there glaring at me arrogantly.
I swung my hair with my hand and pouted to show my own kind of arrogance. I will not be seen as someone he thinks he can just talk down too.

When we finally made it to the train station, there was reporters everywhere.
Lace pulled Marble and I into a big hug, with her sandwiched in the middle. "Big Smiles", she called merrily. I decided to go with an arrogant half smile.

Once on the train, I couldn't believe my eyes. District one was known for being Luxurious. But this is something else. Nothing my eyes wide, Lace laughed. "I am surprised you don't recognise all of this dear. After all, more then half of the crystals, and shining tings come from this very district".

I smiled. "I don't work in the factories M'am", I replied still taking in the surrounding.

Lace gasped, which snapped me back to the reality, I looked over and saw she had a very crestfallen expression. "M'am. I am only 26 years old. Certainly not old enough to be a M'am".

I pursed my lips together. "I am sorry. I didn't mean to offend". Although Lace seemed hurt, she quickly recovered waving her hand in my face. "No, no, that is quite alright dear. Slip of the tongue we shall call it. But please call me Lace".

"Like my mothers name", I said sweetly.

"Whats that dear. Your mother has a capitol name?", she asked intrigued.

"Well her name is Lacie. My grandmother told us once that she decided she didn't like the old District one traditional name and stepped out of the box".

Lace smiled. "How lovely dear. Now lets go get seated with the mentors shall we. Most tribute trains have private quarters in them, but as we are only 4 hours away, there really is no need. Not like District 12. They won't arrive until tomorrow morning".

I was barged out of the way by Marble who strolled into the carriage like he owned the place. He tried to be respectful to our mentors though, greeting each of them and shaking their hands.
I smiled sweetly to each of them, and gave a hand gesture wave to each of them.

It was luminous who first addressed us both.

"Okay take a seat you two", she commanded pointing to the sofa by the window, while she and Granite took the arm chairs opposite.

I sat down and swished my hair hitting Marble in the face with it.

Luminous was the female mentor, and she was sizing us both up. This is how it works in District One. We have many victors, so we share out the burden of mentoring equally. However, the capitol likes to intervene. When you have popular victor, the government in the capitol will try and wangle it so they are mentors. So, for example: old silver who won the 5th Hunger Games, who is the capitols most hated victor, never mentors.

I squint as I am trying to understand what they are staying. "Are you too favourites?".

"Unfortunately yes", she replied frowning.

I laughed. "Well I would never have guessed if thats any consolation", I replied honestly, but only gained me a ungrateful glare.
"Moving on", she cut me off, "Men mentor the males, while the women mentor the females".

I nodded. Obvious I guess. "When we arrive in the capitol we have free time. I would recommend eating as much as you can today, for tomorrow we will be placing you on skilled diet plan to try and prepare you for what the arena may offer. I would also recommend plenty of rest, or if you prefer some light training of your own in your quarters".

"What will we be doing tomorrow?", I ask simply, really wanting to know our schedules.

Luminous glared at me. "Tomorrow will be make-overs. You will be made up, to be shown of to the capitol citizens and paraded around. Then you will get to experience 3 days of training in the centre. On the 3rd evening you will show of your skills to the Game makers, where you will be given a training score. It is important you do well. You will then be interviewed on the fourth day, and on the fifth you will enter the arena".

Granite grunted. You could tell he was bored of all this. "I can tell you both right now what interview angle you will be playing. Marble here, will be doing what I did in mine. Arrogant and strong. A worthy component who knows what he wants and how he is going to get it. And Cashmere, a young beautiful lady, but with a thirst to kill".

My eyes bulged. "Excuse me? But what did you just say".
Granite laughed. "You have to use your beauty to its advantage".
I scowled. "Not that. Thirst to kill? What do you mean with that comment".
Granite raised his eyebrows in amusement. "You did volunteer for the games did you not? You understand what the criteria of taking part in this competition endeavourers. Please do not tell me, that a young District One, has no intention of killing her opponents?", he questioned.

I feel my cheeks burning a slight shade of pink. Of course I knew I had to kill someone, but I just didn't expect to be called a bloodthirsty killing machine I guess. I clench my teeth and growl. "Of course I know what is expected off me. I am not retarded thank you".

Granite laughed and slapped Luminous on the shoulder. "Oh you have a keeper with that one Lumos", he said piratically wetting himself in his seat.

Both Luminous and myself frowned at him.

Lace entered the room, gushing to herself about how exciting these games are going to be.
"When we get to the capitol, as you know we will have some spare time, but tributes", she smiled waving her hand at the both of us; "I expect both of you to be in the lounge at 6pm sharp, for the recap of the reaping. I know its not much to go by at this stage, but first impressions can be very important on the overall outcome of the games", she squealed before leaving the room again.

"Is she always that annoying?" demanded Marble slamming his fist down on the table.
I couldn't help but laugh, though I was the only one who did. Luminous and Granite both exchanged glances. "yes", they said together confirming my trip to hell.