Ambrosia Blanche's POV

"Ambrosia, darling? Are you awake?" my mother calls softly from outside my room. Inside I am sitting on the edge of my bed staring off into space.

Another knock at my door. "Ambrosia?" my mother says as she opens it. I turn to face her and slowly come back into focus.

"Oh mum. Sorry I was in my own world." I smile sheepishly. She walks over and sits next to me on my bed. "I know sweetie. Now what were you planning on wearing today?" she strokes my long red hair away from my face.

I look around my room and remember that I hung up the outfit I'd chosen on the old armchair in the corner.

"My brown dress." I say pointing to the armchair. She walks over and picks it up, smiling as she looks back at me.

"Perfect. Now why don't you get ready and then come down stairs?" she places it back on the armchair and leaves my room.

Slowly I get up and change into the dress. I grab my brown boots out from under my bed and slip them on before standing in front of the mirror. In the mirror I see a small girl with brilliant red hair and golden eyes staring back at me. My eyes remind me of my brother as we had the same colour. I tear up at the thought of him but quickly get myself under control.

I head downstairs and meet my parents in the kitchen.

"Morning daddy." I say giving him a hug.

"Good morning Ambrosia. Good luck for today hunny." He replies kissing my forehead.

I look up at him with a sad smile. "Hopefully the odds are in my favour."

Iron Ensteel's POV

Dad's passed out on the couch when I get up. Doesn't surprise me one bit. Last night was one of his worst yet. I'm glad he took it out on me instead of Volt, Mercury or mum but one of these days I'm gonna give it right back to the bastard.

Already dressed in my Reaping outfit, grey button-up shirt and black slacks, I head outside.

Ever since Ria died in last year's Hunger Games he's been getting angrier every time he drinks, and much more violent.

I still remember the girl who was crowned Victor last year. She didn't look more than 8! But she was from District 2 so I guess they train them hard over there.

Out in the backyard is the shed in which I keep all my plans. Plans for bombs and the plans I've done for people. I have about 7 for dad, the worthless bastard.

While outside I hear shouts coming from the front of the house. I put away all my plans and go investigate.

My two younger brothers Volt and Mercury and having some sort of competition.

"Oi! Losers what are you doing?" I yell so they can hear me over each other. Volt turns to look at me and he jumps up and runs over.

"Merc is cheating!"

"No! Volt is!" Yells Mercury as he runs over as well.

I shake my head. "I don't bloody care if either of you is cheating. Just stop bloody yelling or else you'll wake dad up." I say in a quiet voice. They both look at me with scared expressions on their faces and I see that Mercury even has tears in his eyes.

"Sorry Iron… I forgot." Whimpers Mercury.

"Yeah whatever. I gotta go. Keep it down while I'm gone or he'll go after you." I start leaving when Volt catches up to me.

"The Reaping's not for ages though…"

"I'm not going there yet. I got some shit to do first." He looks about to ask if he can come along so I cut him off. "No you can't come!" I stare at him like dad stares at us and he backs down. "Coward." I say under my breath and I walk away.

Ambrosia Blanche's POV

After being ushered into the 15 year old girls section in front of the justice building I began to feel nervous. All the worries about getting picked fly through my mind. Especially since I took out tesserae for me and my family.

I'm still freaking out on the inside when I hear someone clear their throat onstage.

A short fat lady with bright neon orange skin and neon yellow hair and eyes is standing centre stage. Clementine has been our Escort for 2 years now and she is obsessed with neon. It's actually quite sickening.

"Hello District 3! Welcome to the 115th Hunger Games! Isn't it exciting?" she cries through the microphone.

I inwardly roll my eyes but stay listening to her.

"As normal one lucky boy and girl will get to enter the Arena! Now let's see who is this year's girl!" she waddles over to the girls reaping bowl and shoves her hand inside. There is nothing delicate or dainty about Clementine. She pulls her hand out and hold up a crumpled piece of paper.

"This year's girl is… Ambrosia Blanche!"

My name hits me like a punch to the chest and I stand frozen for a second. I quickly snap out of it and walk up to the stage with a shocked look on my face.

"Don't look so upset my girl. This is an honour!" Clementine clucks. I hold back a snort and just nod my head. I look for my mother and see her crying in the adult section as my father comforts her. And I know then that I have to try to get back to them.

Iron Ensteel's POV

I despise Clementine. Ever since we met her last year I have imagined ringing that chubby neck of hers. I even have a plan for her. When she calls out the girls name I take a good long look at who I need to kill during this game. She's small and looks to be 15 years old and a smile spreads across my face. She won't be much trouble, not for me anyway.

Clementine is slowly moving over to the boys reaping bowl and calls out the name. before she's even finished saying the name I yell out. "I VOLUNTEER!"

Clementine's eyes brighten as I'm lead up to the stage. "A volunteer? How exciting. And what's your name?" up close I tower over her.

"Iron Ensteel." I growl. She looks scared and takes a step back before regaining her composure and facing the rest of District 3.

"Well there you go. District 3's tributes. Ambrosia and Iron. Now you two please shake hands."

I stare at Ambrosia as we shake hands and imagine killing her. I wicked smile creeps on my face and her smile drops. She is scared of me … good.

A/N

Hi Everyone!

Thank you Doll Faces for submitting Ambrosia I promise to try and do her justice and EverlarkClato4ever I did struggle with making Iron as Pshyco and Bloodthirsty as you wanted but I can promise to make him get worse once the Games actually begin :)

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