73rd Hunger Games

by Heyitscayyy

A prequel to the hunger games. What if a brother and sister were forced to go to the same games and compete against each other? Rated T because it's the hunger games. No bad language.

3. Chapter 3: Rigged

Evelyn's father's POV

Chapter 3: I can't believe it. At least one of my children isn't returning home. All because of my stupid mistake. How could the Capitol? Making a brother and sister fight to the death is the most cruel thing I can think of. I march to the square where the reaping was held. They still have the bowls out. I run on stage. Before the Peacekeepers notice I draw 10 slips from the boys bowl and girls bowl. "Just as I thought!", I yell out to no one in particular. All of the slips bot slips say Evan and all the girl slips say Evelyn. I keep sifting through the bowl and only see my daughter and sins name. I am angry enough to kill some one right now. I yell out all the insults I can about the Capitol until I see Peacekeepers run on stage. I vaguely hear my wife yelling at me to stop. I can't. They have taken my children from me. "I will tell the world how rigged this stupid system is! Every year you just take whoever made you mad and put their children in the bowl! It's sick!" I keep yelling then I see a gun. I hear a bang and everything goes black.

Evelyn's mother's POV

I kneel down next to my shot husband. I cry and lean down on him. I know better than to yell out at the peacekeepers even though I want to really bad. They have basically given a death sentence to my children and now killed my husband. I just hope what my husband just did would not effect my children in the games.

A Peacekeeper walks up to me. He says in a gruff tone,"You better not mention anything that happened today unless you want to end up like your husband. Just tell people that he wanted to kill himself because of his grief." I nod. How despicable these people are. I wish I was brave enough to speak my mind but what good would it do? I would just end up dead and definitely put my children into more trouble in the games. I need to stay strong for them so they have someone to come home to. Then it hits me. One of my children might come home but the other would die. No question. Plus as far as I know, they have never shot a weapon. The career tributes have been throwing knives since they could hold one. Haymitch, their mentor, the only person who could try and help them is always drunk. I sink to my knees. It's all to much. I've lost everything today.