Announcement of the 75th Hunger Games (Annie's Point Of View)

I was just putting Nick and Dylan to bed, now at four and two years old they still were sent to bed, and even if Philip wanted a servant or a nanny for the pair of them, I would never allow that. I had been very persistent that I look after my own children: I never called them ours. Priscilla had been needed publically for tonight's announcement so I was home alone. After settling the boys in their rooms I headed back out to the my own drawing room to hear the announcement. Even though I hated the Games and it reminded me too much of my own and Finnick, I still watched some of the events trying to sport Finnick. However, I knew he wouldn't be present tonight.

Philip and his father had been worrying about the new Victors from District Twelve and there were many times I could hear Philip talking to his father over the phone or in his office. Some of the Districts had started to see the two of them as rebels and many of them had started to rebel against the Districts. They wanted the two young victors to be married and hoped that they would be able to settle down the Districts down. It was sad to think that Philip's own daughter was going through something very similar. She was soon to be engaged to the First Minister's Son, after the Victor would be announced of this year's Games. He was an older man, almost fourteen years her senior. Philip had talked to me about him, he wasn't the nicest man in the world. Philip would see him on many of his night out when the two of them were trying to find women! Oh, I forgot to mention I am now four months pregnant, carrying my third child. I still had the feeling that there was something terrible that would happen to my child, but Philip had the doctor check everything, and he was going to be another perfect boy.

I watched as Philip and Priscilla were now quickly seated on the front stage, not mere ten seconds before Snow had walked in, and was starting to rhyme of the history of the Games and the previous Quarter Quells and their Victors: Lauren Brooke of District Eight and Haymitch Abernathy of District Twelve. A young child, only about two or three years older than Nick had walked onto the stage, walking over towards the box, and selecting a simple piece of paper: however, this paper contained many people's death sentence.

Snow was handed the piece of paper, and with a little grin on his face before reading out the announcement that shocked the nation:

"On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors."

I felt the cup that was sitting on my stomach, had now dropped and was in pieces on the floor, I started to scream. Finnick would stand a chance at being reaped again. If, he went back in and he never came back: would I be able to live with my self. I could see that Priscilla was also starting to rebel against this decision about the Victors having to go back in. She had made friends with almost all of them, and would talk about them greatly. When any of them came to visit she would always make sure that she would meet them and at least have a cup of tea or lunch with them. They were her friends!

I continued to scream, and hyperventilate until one of the servants came in, and saw the mess of the cup, telling me that my screams had woken up the boys and that were now both crying. I ran quickly upstairs, to hear the both of them crying. How could I forget my own children? They didn't know why I was hurting, they needed me to be strong for them! As I walked in to their room, they instantly sat up in their beds, wanting for me to comfort them, and for me to tell them stories, as I held them. I quickly placed Dylan on my knee, and Nick, clung onto my side, as I dried both of their eyes, and asked them which story, they wanted me to tell them.

"The one about the nice man: when he was bitten by the crab."

"Oh, yes... now what was his name?"

"Finnick!" The both of them squealed with excitement.

"Of course. Now, where Finnick lives there is this mighty ocean, and he loves to go walking on the beach with his friend, and they would always have a race to see who was faster. Finnick, he was the fasted runner in the whole of the land, maybe even Panemn. He would always run so fast, but when he got near the end he would slow down and he would let his friend win: every time. Now one day Finnick and his friend were running along the beach, and Finnick he would always pull pranks on her, and he would always say a crab pinched him. Just like this!" The boys squealed as I started to poke the two of them in their sides: the nightmares long forgotten about!

"So there was one day, and Finnick was screaming and it looked like he was about to cry, but his friend would never believe Finnick, so she started to shout at him, telling him off! But Finnick still continued to scream and shout! So she went off and found that he had been bite by a crab: this size." I used my finger barely parting them to show how tiny the crab was! Her sons burst into tears of laughter, which also made her have a wee giggle too!

"Mummy..."

"Yes Nick."

"Who is Finnick's friend? She sounds amazing!"

"Oh em..."

"Her name is Angela. She looks a little like mummy but maybe not as pretty!" Priscilla was standing at the door with her father, they had obviously been listening for a while as Annie had been telling the story to her sons.

"I think everyone needs to head to bed, a big day tomorrow. Dylan's getting a new pair of shoes, and then we might just have a movie night!" The boys were soon settled down and Priscilla was sent off to bed, before Annie confronted Philip, l knew that I would be safe, as long as I had a child inside me there was no way, he would hurt me now: especially since it took so long to get pregnant this time.

"Philip... what's going to happen? Will my name be in the draw? I can't leave the boys, and Priscilla." I looked at him, as he looked down at the ground I already knew the answer.

"They want to get public opinion back on their side, so they think that bringing you back will do the job!"

"But, what if the child hasn't come out!"

"Don't panic! No actually know you are here! Someone will probably think it's a prank and someone will volunteer. You aren't leaving here!"

Finnick's Point of View (The Reaping)

I dressed in one of my old suits, the one I used to wear when I made my trips to the Capital! Walking towards the Justice Hall, I knew that I had a bad feeling about this years reaping! The ten of us stood there: four women and six men!

After taking my stand in the line, I waited till our escort would walk onto the stage. Finally, everyone had settled down as soon as our mayor and escort Ellie were walking out of the Justice Hall and onto the stage! No victors stood beside them, all of us in the last place we had expected. There was no speech and there was no video given by Ellie, just walked over towards the female's bowl and wished them the best luck. Her hand moved around the bowl, till it found a piece of paper she thought would be the best. Walking back over towards the pic, opening the paper and reading out the name:

"Annie Cresta." Immediately a loud gasp which among the crowd, and people were whispering amongst themselves. Annie had been died more than five years ago, the Capital are bound to know that she wasn't going in the Games. I could feel myself starting to shake, the fear of another relapse happening in front of everyone. Somewhere were Mags couldn't come and help me.

After the mayor walked over towards Ellie explaining to her that Annie had died, she looked back up to the crowd, embarrassed that she had forgotten such an event for her District. "Ok, let's get another name." She walked back over to the bowl, pulling out another name, quickly walking over towards the microphone again and reading the name out.

"Annie..." She looked back up to the crowd, running over, and opening about another five slips all with Annie's name on them, before someone shouted out that they wanted to volunteer. I couldn't make out who it was as I was now balling my eyes out: Annie. She was everywhere, I would never be able to get away from her.

I couldn't tell who had been called, as I just stood and stared as the tears, were sliding down my face at the thought of my Annie. Finally, Ellie walked over towards the male's bowl, picking the first slip out, and walking back over towards the microphone, opening up the slip, double checking the name before she called it out.

"Finnick Odair."

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