Phil Brooks stood tall in front of a tombstone in a suit. A funeral took place just a few minutes ago, which layed Ann Marie Brooks to rest, Ann Brooks also known as Phil's mother.
"I cant believe she's gone." Phil's sister, AJ said suddenly appearing next to him. Phil remained silent as he continued to stare at his mother's tomb.
"Come on, we have to go home Phil." AJ took her brother's arm, and almost literally dragged him home, Phil would be stuck in that same exact spot like super glue, staring at his mother's tomb if AJ didnt pull him using as much strength as possible.
In minutes, AJ and Phil walked into their home, their now empty home. "Can you believe WWE is actually forcing us to participate in The Hunger Games?" AJ asked her brother. Silence.
"Phil?"
"No, I cant believe it." Phil spat out.
"Yeah. You do realize that we both can be put in The Hunger Games right?" AJ asked him.
"I know, all of our names are in that bucket AJ. I know we both might end up in The Hunger Games." Phil told her as he sunk down in the chair.
"I wish we could so something, somebody needs to stand up to WWE and let them know that they cant push us around." AJ told him angrily. It was obvious that nobody in the districts liked the idea of The Hunger Games, it was that which made each citizen want to rebel against WWE and TNA.
"You cant dance with the Devil..." Phil suddenly spoke.
"Because the Devil always wins." AJ and Phil replied in tune and at the same time. "Mom used to tell us that all the time, when we speak of WWE." Phil mumbled and closed his eyes tightly to remove the memory of his mother.
AJ sighed. "Yeah, I know, I know. I just wish we could do something you know. This isnt right, I mean. We're humans, we have rights too."
"Yeah, and their easily flushed down the toilet, just like that." Phil said as he snapped his fingers.
"Come on Phil, its that kind of attitude which gives WWE their power they claim they so rightfully deserve. You have to assert yourself Phil, you cant let WWE walk all over you. We're like a bunch of sheeple, listening to them, doing everything they tell us to do." AJ told him.
"Sheeple?" Phil asked raising his eyebrows. "When and where did you learn such interesting vocabulary? Sheeple? Mind explaining to me what the hell that means?" Phil asked her while chuckling.
AJ smirked. "Sheeple is a combination of the two words, people and sheep. Basically, we're people, but truth wise, we're nothing but a bunch of sheep listening to every word, doing everything WWE tells us to do. I hate that, I hate how they just abuse their power. Come to think of it, I dont even think we ever thought about rebellion until now, when they brought up this Hunger Games."
Phil couldnt help but smirk at his sister. "Wow, AJ. I've never seen you so angry. You're never angry, you're so angry, you're starting to scare me."
AJ sighed. "I'm sorry Phil, it's just WWE and ughh, I just cant stand it. I cant stand it Phil." AJ said shaking her head as she went in the bathroom.
"You do realize we have to attend the Reaping right?" Phil called to him.
"Please, do not remind me." AJ called out to him.
"You know AJ, I dont see why they shouldnt put us both in The Hunger Games. We have no family, and they have enough power to put us both in there anyway and probably get us killed. The more people in the Games, the less people they have to worry and govern about. Selfish bastards. I dont understand how people can live in this world, I'd kill myself before living in this world, of course, there's always you so I can necessarily do that." Phil said to himself.
"Yup, because I'm the baby in this family, and what I say goes. I dont want you to kill yourself Big Brother, at least not to leave me all alone when I cant take care of myself and when I need you most. And if we do so happen to be put into The Hunger Games, and if we do survive this massacre, just know that if I were to get killed, it would have to be by you." AJ informed him.
"Shut up, dont talk such nonsense. You talk of rebellion, and all of a sudden you want to talk about homicide, death? Make up your mind AJ, and just know, I will NEVER lay a single finger on you. Even if thats what you desired to have me to do to you in the Games, and even if we were the last two standing." Phil reassured her.
AJ smiled and hugged him. "Thanks Big Brother, I knew you come to your senses."
"I tell you what, I'm going to make sure that WWE doesnt get away with this. AJ, I'm warning you now. If we do happen to be in the Games, let me warn you. There's a side of me you've never seen before, and if he so happens to come out. Dont be frightened. Because sometimes, even the strongest will is not enough to hold back the demons inside." Phil clenched his teeth at the thought of WWE not to mention their rival government TNA. He hated TNA even more then WWE, since they agreed to put on this little show to show members of each district who's boss.
"Now that you say it like that, it kind of makes me afraid." AJ shivered.
"Dont worry about it, as long as your my sister and that I'm willing to do anything to protect you, then you wont witness the beast within." Phil told her.
Phil and AJ walked into WWE and TNA's gathering of The Reaping where the first name of a possible tribute will be drawn. Phil looked up at the sky, the day seemed to be drawing to an end soon and sooner or later they were going to have to start The Reaping soon. The more Phil thought about it, he had to admit, made him nervous. Everything in his life was going perfecting for him and AJ, save for one thing, his mother's passing. His life was going perfectly fine, and participating in Games would mess that up for him.
What if he won this whole thing? His whole life would change, that's for sure. The Victory Tour, new house, candidate for a possible trainer that'll tutor you in preparation for the Games. Everything. Everything he worked so hard for, would go down the drain.
In all honesty, Phil would rather die. But that's not what his mother would want, just to go in The Games and die after everything he and AJ has been through. If Phil's name was called during The Reaping, then he would have no choice but to accept and fight in the Games, not for himself, because as stated before, Phil would rather just die, but for his mother.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to WWE's and TNA's first Reaping to the Hunger Games. We will call 12 names from each district and you will come forth on the podium and agree to participate in the Games. Those who refuse, will suffer death penalty."
Phil rolled his eyes, he didnt want to participate in the Games. If he refused, he would die anyway. There's no way out of this situation, Phil had no choice but to accept. And if he were to be killed, then so be it. At least he's happy that he'll be leaving a golden legacy for his sister, that's if she does participate and actually win the Games or not, and anyone else watching him from at home.
"Can we just get this thing over with so we can go home?" Someone shouted followed by a numerous of complaints from the crowd. Phil looked around and couldnt help but shook his head, no wonder the governments of WWE and TNA created the Games. These people are such assholes. How could they deal with these kind of people?
The thought of thinking like a member of the WWE government brought utter disgust for himself. How could he put himself in the shoes of those people? How could he do such a thing? He could he have pity for the likes of them? Just for that, Phil pounded his fist on his leg, hating himself for ever thinking like he did. He could never have pity for the WWE nor TNA, they should have pity- for themselves.
"The first name drawn from The First Reaping, is-"
There was a moment of silence, causing a sigh to escape from Phil's lips. Leave it to the WWE or TNA governments to create a dramatic moment, such as this one taking place now.
"Adam Copeland, from the district of WWE."
Surprise, surprise. People were actually clapping, as a tall man, with rockish long blonde hair came forward with a smirk on his face.
Fool, who's to say you may turn up dead in the Games? Phil thought to himself.
Adam walked on the podium and taunted for the crowd, causing numerous of cheering. How could people cheer for something like this? People have such cold hearts. Yet again, Phil had no say in things as he can be much colder then any of these people. That side of Phil has a ruthless agression, and unstoppable determination. Let's not forget, of course, the amount of anger building inside, his inner beast feeding of the negative energy, strong hatred for the WWE and TNA.
Who knows? Maybe Phil had these Games in the bag after all. But just like his mother would always tell him...
You cant dance with the Devil, because the Devil always wins. Who's to say you can dance with the fatal moment of Death? That's when it hit him. Phil realized that it's not only people your competing against, but death and the likes of the Devil himself.
"The second name being drawn to participate in The Hunger Games..."
No, the people are dancing with Death and the Devil himself. Knowing this, for the first time, scared Phil terribly.
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