Hey guys I had a major writers block, I promise to post at least twice a week from now on. :) I hope you like it. FYI Cato will probably be in the next chapter. Also I may start doing POV's soon, maybe... -.-

Weelll any who... ENJOY!

Updated: So I've decided to do POV's but in third person. Also fixing stylistic and grammarical mistakes. Revamping the vocabulary and stuff. Hopefully it makes for easier reading! -L.e.a.l.s

District Eleven, The Reaping

"Rue Nimblewill!"

The escort had actually said her sister's name. Glister Trifle, to be exact, the newest edition to district eleven. And a truly evil conniving Capitol elite.

Abelia Nimblewill now lounged on an uncomfortable plush couch, in a lavish room, somewhere in the District Eleven Justice Building.

There she sat, held in custody... District Eleven's first volunteer.

"I'm sorry." Her monotone voice rang. She watched as a hysterical Rue was taken away, her four siblings trailed behind Rue sniffling. Grief stuck to Abelia, like iron to a magnet.

Abelia couldn't afford to get upset though. Crying was not an option. She would not go down known as a failure nor a weakling, not when Rue was watching...

Someone else entered the room. Abelia looked up vacantly.

"Belia?"

There stood her one and only real friend, a girl with dark satiny skin, and dark daring eyes framed with thick black hair.

"Rosa?" The girl carefully moved closer.

"You're gonna win." Rosa whispered, "You have too."

"No..." Abelia shook her head, "No I'm not."

Tears threatened to spill as Rosa pulled Abelia in for a hug. "I promise to take care of them." Rosa pulled back to look at her beloved friend.

Abelia nodded, knowing that Rue and her other siblings were one step closer to being safe.

"Thank You."

The room became unnaturally quiet.

The two girls looked up as a Peacekeeper opens the oak door.

"Miss." He latched onto Rosa's arm, pulling her away.

"You've got to win Belia! You've got to!" Rosa became hysteric, her brow furrowed in an attempt to hear an answer.

"I know." She yelled back. I know. But both knew it wasn't possible.

Rosa left.

Her best friend had left in the most rambunctious memorable manner, but still... she had left.

Now... Belia just felt empty.

The girl sat in her room brooding over her losses, and concluding that though all she had in this life was gone. One thing managed to linger as a ghost by her side, her pride.

Peacekeepers came, stirring her out of her depression. They began to move forward, roughly pulling her up and out of the Justice building.

"Wait!" The Peacekeepers hesitated before stopping. She had spotted a metal chain underfoot of one of her "guards".

Belia squatted down, pulling a chain out from under a Peacekeeper's foot. There, on the end of a chain, sat a glass Abelialeaf and a glass Rue, entwined at the stems. It was Rue's most prized possession.

Their father, a glass blower, had made the necklace before his death, before the "accident".

A single tear trickled down her cheek.

The Peacekeepers pushed her along, past the City Hall, past the District square, and past the school she rarely attended. Not once did the silent girl protest. And not once did they attempt to speak to her.

But one thing was decided...

Abelia was only dying at one person's hands,

her own.

District Twelve, The Train

The darkness covered the land like a blanket in the winter, making him feel like the last man alive.

"Peeta?"

"Yes?" He looked up for the owner of the clicking Capitol accent, Effie Trinket.

"Hurry on it's show time!"

"Will Prim be coming?"

"No."

"Haymitch?" He heard he laugh.

"I'm afraid not." Peeta groaned inwardly, it was so like them to leave him for Effie. Sacrifice was another name for it, his piece of mind for theirs. Not like Effie wasn't nice or anything, she just was a little too upbeat for something so sinister.

"Hurry Up." Peeta groaned inwardly again, cringing at her high pitched inflections.

"Sure thing..." he mumbled, tearing his gaze from the darkened sky outside.

He watched the large screen silently as two the unearthly announcers bantered back and forth about this year's Hunger Games.

Then it began.

One by one they watched the other Reapings, the names called, the volunteers stepping forward or, more often, not. He examined the faces of the kids he would have to kill, or more likely be at the mercy of.

A few stood out to the duo.

A frightening boy, Cato, whom lunged forward to volunteer from District Two. A sly, deadly looking girl with bright red hair from District Five. A boy with a crippled leg and no chance from District Ten. And the most distinguished of them all, a sixteen-year-old beauty who stepped forward in place of a little girl from District Eleven. She had light brown skin and dark forest green eyes. She reminded Peeta of Katniss, though this girl's striking features left him less breathless. Effie could only stare with awe at the natural beauty. The girl mounted the stage solemnly and the spell was broken.

Last of all, they showed District Twelve.

Prim being called, the dead silence as one more innocent thirteen year old got called to her death. The missing chair of their only mentor; drunk, Haymitch hadn't even tried to attend. The tears in Peeta's eyes as his death was chosen.

Peeta watched intently as he and a fearless Prim shook hands. Effie cried over the disastrous state her wig had been in and the program cut to the anthem before the show ended.

Effie Trinket sat frozen with shock, horrified by the state of herself on the "special" day.

She huffe and pouted, laying back against the velvet couch.

"Haymitch really should show up once in a while. He obviously has something to learn about common courtesy!" Effie huffed.

"He probably passed out somewhere." Peeta laughed, exasperated. "Probably still was drunk."

"Yes." She hissed, "Isn't he always?"

Effie huffed once more, moving out of her seat and marching away.

Peeta stifled a yawn as he leaned back into the armchair. The clever retorts could wait until tomorrow... he thought, nodding off into deep sleep.

Sooo... How was it, please giv me feedback :D R&R I can't wait!

Updated: So there you go, I'm cringing pretty hard at some of those errors. It should be better now. Hopefully. Thanks again lovelies. R&R

-L.e.a.l.s