welcome! to the first installment of the reapings! there will be 6 chapters that each have 4 points of view (aside from this one because only Haymitch can represent District Twelve) this way you can all get a little sense of the current victors/mentors. I of course love to hear feedback from y'all so if you leave a few words about which mentor you like the most or least or if you like how I presented a tribute let me know :)

please enjoy, District One and Twelve


Fleur Stark - District One Mentor

"Gloss I don't understand what your damage is." I stretch out towards the ceiling and stare into the crystal chandelier. Each vertebra in my spin cracks slowly.

"My 'damage'? Fleur, you're insane you know that right?" He looks at me as though I'm a fragile piece of glass waiting to be shattered. His words don't affect me. There's nothing a man can say or do to me that will ever effect me again. I'm too familiar with their poisons and violence to be so easily hurt.

"If I'm insane as you say, then I don't want to live in your reality." I scoot my chair across the floor and set my feet on the table. These pre-reaping meetings are always so drab. Nothing of note ever happens.

"Well you do live in my reality. This reality and there's nothing you can do to change it." Gloss implores me. But his pleas fall on deaf ears. He doesn't understand. He's had the easy life since his victory. He even managed to do the impossible and bring back his sister. Sure, fine, he had to kill people, but we literally all did. I would kill again, to have his life.

"I can sure try." I reach for the decanter of vodka and take a shot before Gloss practically climbs over the table and rips the glass container from my hand. "You're a real ass hole, you know that Gloss!" I bark at him with vodka spittle flying off my lips.

"I'm an asshole?" He starts chuckling to himself and rubbing his face. "That's right I'm the ass hole. You know, I thought you had your shit together a few years ago. Clearly you're not taking Alex's death very well." I stand up from my seat too quickly and have to stable myself against the table.

"How fucking dare you!" I try to swipe at him with my manicured nails but he takes a step back then grabs my wrist when I fall too far forward. "He was my only one!"

"You don't think I know that! God dammit Fleur. I'm trying to protect you, I'm trying to help you!" I yank my arm away from him bitterly.

"Don't touch me Gloss. I've had too many men grab my wrists over the years! I refuse to let you join the list." My jaw clenches so hard I think I hear my teeth crack a little bit.

"I just need you to be put together for these Games. We've got a real chance of winning this year, I've picked the best two tributes from the training center myself. Please Fleur. I can't do this alone." Gloss sits exhausted. "I had to deal with Alexandrite's death too. He was in the Capital with me when I was struggling to bring back Cashmere. He drank himself to death in front of me."

"You watched and did nothing to save him you bastard!" My eyes begin to blur with tears but I bite them back. I refuse to let a Davenport get the better of me. They don't understand pain.

"He was my friend! Just because you were his mentor doesn't mean you were the only one who cared about him! I was busy fighting for my sister's life I didn't have time to worry about saving someone else's! You're going to have to forgive me sooner or later!" Tears stream down Gloss's chiseled jaw, he never was one for keeping his act together.

"You've had the easy life Gloss! Everything was handed to you on a platter! No one ever fucking sold you for spare change! No one ever ruined your life! You came back without a scratch and managed to save your fucking sister! You watched Alex die and did nothing! Because you're a selfish sack of dog shit." My voice starts to level as I feel my words get colder and colder.

"I've had the easy life? Yeah, watching my sister replace you as 'sexiest victor alive' really has been the cherry on top of a perfect fucking life. I might be 15 years younger than you but that doesn't mean a damn thing when you're the fucking drunk." He grabs the decanter and throws it across the room, it shatters against a mahogany book shelf.

"What do you want from me Gloss?!"

"I want to keep saving lives!" He collapses against a wall and his head falls between his knees. I stand 20 feet away and will myself to stay where I am. Too many times have tears controlled my emotions. Too many times have I been the only comfort a rich man found.

"Yeah I'm sure you do." Slowly he stands and faces me with his hands at his side and a calm look across his face. Gloss wipes the tears from his face speaks to me deliberately.

"I do. If not one of our tributes I at least want to save you." His words hit my chest like a ton of bricks. "You're worth saving." Echoes of the cruel words people have said to me bounce in my mind. Long nights talking with President Snow about how my price needed to go back up, how this surgery or this new kink would please people, or how meaningless my life is flash across my memory.

I steel myself against the haunting voices and a sullen peace comes over me. "We don't have time for this. The reaping is about to start." I say monotoned as I walk out the door. Gloss continues to talk, but his words fall on deaf ears. Afterall, if Snow has taught me one thing about my worth, it's simple.

I have none.


Haymitch Abernathy - District Twelve Mentor

"Damn does this shit taste good!" I say to no one in particular. The people in the bar surrounding me all cheer and raise their glasses with me. I pull out a wad of Capital credits and throw them at the bartender as well as on the floor. A few people are sober enough to recognize the bills and fall to the ground shoving them in pockets before crawling away. God, do I love the poor. There's not an honest man among them when the money starts flowing.

"Can I get you another Haymitch?" The bartender, I think his name is Coal, asks me. I'm his favorite customer, I singlehandedly keep this place open and functioning like it does. The joys of being a victor.

"Another round for everyone and a triple for me!" I shout and stumble over my stool. My ass hits the floor and everyone starts laughing with me. A stranger helps me up and I stare at her tits the whole time. They could use a little work, people in the Capital could do wonders to this average minemaiden.

"Here you go." Coal hands me my triple and I send it down my throat as quickly as possible. The clear liquor burns it's way down my neck and into my stomach. Ah the joys of booze.

Things progress like this for another hour or so. Everyone cheers and dances and takes drinks with me. This crowd doesn't have children, it's the only reason that they'd be at the bar on reaping day. Everyone else is too busy wringing their hands at home afraid of their own shadow. Once again, the joy of being a victor. I can join the other people with no one to care about in the bars.

"For Christ's sake Haymitch." Liberty Pirin bursts through the swinging doors with a scowl etched onto her perfectly groomed face. She's the poor sap who got stuck with District Twelve this year.

"What the fuck do you want Pirin?" She looks at me like I'm the stupidest person in the world, and she might be right.

"You know what day it is."

"Tuesday?"

"Dammit Haymitch." Clearly she doesn't appreciate the banter like I do.

"Yes darling?" I smile real wide at her. She waves away my booze breath away.

"The reaping? Now would be nice." Her nails dig into my wrist and she tugs me out the door. I stumble, trying to keep up. I think I hear Coal yell that I hadn't paid my tab so I throw a few more bills out of my pockets. Liberty keeps pulling and dragging me until I'm cramped in a small government room. I pull out my flask and take another swig of the clear liquor.

"Shall we?" I wipe my sleeve over my mouth as I accidentally spit a little over myself.

"Sure. Why the hell not." Liberty opens a door and walks out to a crowd of silence. Pale shades of blue and dull grays fill the crowds as the potential tributes get herded into small areas. Everyone knows the set up for it really is, a bunch of lambs to the slaughter. Aside from myself that is. I drink another shot.

The only living victor of District Twelve. I should be so damn proud.

It takes a few minutes of depressed children shuffling around but Liberty gets up in front of the mic and starts spewing her script.

"Welcome everyone. To the reaping for the 66th Hunger Games. I'm proud to be here in the heart of District Twelve to present you with a mini film from the Capital enjoy!" She tries to sound perky, but like everyone else she's hollow. The video plays and blathers on and on about bullshit. I tilt my head to the side halfway through and vomit a little bit just to make a small point.

And because my head is swimming.

"Now, as is tradition. We'll start with the women." Liberty goes to the bowl and pulls out a name. "Ivy Dao." A girl about five feet tall with a ski slope nose leaves the 13 year old section. She tries so hard to keep her head up, I'm impressed with her until she gets about 5 feet away from the stairs and she makes a run for it.

It takes all of 15 seconds before the peacekeepers have her by the hair and throw her up on stage. She gets up and stares at the crowd.

"Awesome. The boy will be, Theophilus Larch."

"Theo. No." An older boy, from the 18 year old section starts to walk forward but before he can really get moving a small child from the 12 year old section rushes forward to the stage.

"And who are you?" Liberty asks confused.

"I'm Theo, I'm the tribute this year. Not anyone else." It all clicks in my mind. The 18 year old must be an older sibling, and this little shit got up here before he could volunteer. Family ties only go so far when it comes to life and death.

"Fair enough kid." Liberty says dejectedly. No one enjoys when two younger kids get reaped, especially when they're from here. We don't exactly have luck. "Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." With that Liberty leaves the stage. I follow her into the small room again.

"I got my money on bloodbath. You?" Liberty asks.

"My bets top 5." She starts laughing.

"Yeah right. The dream." She grabs a bottle of booze and pours us both a drink. "To the Hunger Games." We cheer and toss them back.

Yeah. The Hunger Games, can't wait for two more bodies.


Gloss Davenport - District One Mentor

Fleur walks from the room like ice was just pressed against her entire body. Her posture visibly changed and her voice went flat. I've lost her. I see the same dead look in her eyes that I've watched Cashmere come home with. I don't know how to combat this. How can I stop Snow from selling my friends and family? How can one man stand against the tide of the Capital.

Nothing pisses me off more than knowing how keenly in tune I was with their propaganda. But once I set foot in the arena, I knew. This is just another tool in their arsenal to prove that the strongest people in the Districts are tools. He's managed to break almost every victor in one way or another. Fleur and Cashmere are sold regularly, Alexandrite drank himself to death, and I can feel my sanity slipping away.

But, as much as I hate to admit it. Fleur is right. The reaping is about to start. I follow Fleur's path out to the stage wiping away the last of my tears as I go. Once I walk through the glass doors onto the stage I'm met with loud applause. I force a smile and wave at the crowd. They love me. They love every victor, but being the youngest male victor and a mentor this year I receive a little extra love. Fleur is already at her seat with her lips pursed and legs crossed.

"There you are Gloss." The current escort Talia comes up and gives me a kiss on each cheek. "I'm about to start if you'd please sit down." She motions to my seat and I plant my ass. It takes maybe 2 or 3 minutes but Talia goes up to the microphone and starts talking.

"Welcome to one and all! I'm pleased to be with District One as we reaped this year's future victor! But first, I've got a lovely video for you from The Capital." She claps and the crowd joins in. We watch as Snow speaks of peace and sacrifice and the retribution of the Districts and how brilliantly equal it all is. It takes a few minutes until the video is over and a few more minutes until the loud applause finally dies down but Talia goes back up to the microphone.

"Let's start with the gentlemen first." She prances over to the bowl and pulls a name. "Nico Vincentile." A lean 14 year old with long blonde hair starts to walk forward. I recognize him from the training center. He's a spear thrower, and a poor one at that. Hopefully he never steps foot in the arena.

"I volunteer as tribute." Welton Luxer says with a bellow. My shoulders relax. He was chosen for a reason. One of the head trainers, Alvar, implored me and the selection committee to choose him. His anger and physical prowess make him a competitor. Plus, I can't think of anyone else in the training center so hell bent on proving their worth. He has piercing blue eyes and a well manicured beard. He walks with confidence in each step and stern look in his eye. Weaker tributes will tremble knowing he's in the arena.

"Excellent!" Talia beams. "What's your name?"

"Welton Luxer, I'll be seeing you all again soon." He waves at the crowd and backs up. His jaw set in stone and his arms crossed.

"Now for the ladies. Fairyanna Bell." A nondescript girl from the 16 year old pen steps forward but before she manages to get one step away a confident voice rings.

"I volunteer as tribute." A pair of female voice ring out at the same time. The planned tribute, Satine Brunehilde, looks confused as Nigella Von Trice starts dashing for the stage. Satine starts running after her and I will Nigella to trip or fall. Anything. It's not her year. My prayers go unanswered as she flips her long blonde hair in the breeze and winks at the camera when she reaches the stage. She has the same twinkle I saw in Cashmere when she volunteered.

I should be surprised, but I'm not. The Von Trice family is among the richest in the district, and they always get what they want. I guess Nigella decided she wanted to be a tribute, even over her only friend I know of in the training center. She's as every bit stubborn as she is spoiled so maybe, with a little luck she has a chance. It'd take an avalanche to kill that girl.

"So exciting!" Talia jeers as she hands the mic to Nigella while glowering at Satine.

"I'm Nigella Von Trice, and it's truly an honor to be your tribute this year. Thank you." She bows, laying it on a little thick and gives the mic back to Talia.

"It's a pleasure to meet both of you and an honor to present you together as the District One tributes of the 66th Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor!" The crowd erupts in applause, cheers, screams of joy and excitement.

I lean over to Fleur and speak in a delicate whisper, barely audible above the noise. "I want Luxer." She stares dead ahead and nods in agreement.

"I was going to ask for Von Trice anyway." I internally roll my eyes. But, I'm glad Fleur got her. The only spoiled girl I need in my life is my sister. Enough people hate her as is.

Luxer and Nigella are both lead inside different areas of the justice building and begin their goodbyes. For one of them this is the last chance they'll ever have to make peace with their loved ones. Maybe for both of them, who knows?

The fact of the matter is that Luxer is my number one priority, no matter how much I love Cashmere or care for Fleur they're at least guaranteed lives for a while. He isn't.


Hey! I hope everyone has enjoyed this set of reapings, I'm going to be posting probably every week depending on how much free time I get during the semester and especially during break

also! just as exciting as a new chapter, I put together a blog for the tributes so you can all check them out and have a up to date resource on their status, it'll include allies deaths etc just check the link below or the one on my profile! (just remove the spaces)

www. witwhg . blogspot . com

leave a review with your thoughts on all our tributes (I know some aren't age appropriate I did the best I could) and anything else!

I can't wait to hear from y'all and hope you have a great day!