District Two Reapings
Theseus Bellophoron
It was definitely hot and heavy right now. The windows were fogged, we were in a secluded spot, and I actually brought some protection this time. Perfect.
This girl's hands were roaming all over my body. My neck and bare chest was being attacked by the luscious lips of the blonde girl. She was actually quite good at what she was doing. Other than the few times she clawed at my back, because if she wasn't so hot I would have kicked her out of the car, I was enjoying it.
But the one think that annoyed me right now was the fact that she kept making these strange animal moans. They certainly weren't human and I'm starting to think that they aren't very animal-ish either. The first time she made the noise, I thought I had left the car on and it was just the engine. The second time I realized it was the chick. And holy crap did it scare the hell out of me.
I called her out on it a few times, even threatening to kick her out. She said she would stop, but lo and behold, five minutes later she did it again.
"Mrghhhhuhh," She bit down on my ear, hard.
"Alright, look. I don't have a very good tolerance level or whatever. So if you make that abnormal sound one more time, you're going outside, got it?"
She looked at me with pleading eyes. I scoffed. Does she even know who I am?
"Yeah, I'm not feeling this anymore. Get out," I climbed up to the driver's seat, pulling my shirt on in the process.
"But—but," I heard her mumble. Rolling my eyes, I said, "Do you honestly think I am going to feel comfortable and enjoy myself while you're making wild alien noises? Hell no. Seriously, if it is like this now just imagine how worse it would have been when we did it."
I let my mind picture the last part. I grimaced, "Okay, no don't imagine. Holy hell that is disgusting."
I turned around to see that she was still sitting there. "Get out of my car!"
"How will I get home? We are like fifteen minutes away from town, and that's with driving."
"Well that sucks for you. Now get out before I drag you out myself."
Reluctantly, she scrambled out of the car and slammed the door. I rolled down my window, "Enjoy your walk of shame, honey!"
"You're a dick!" She yelled harshly. I laughed, "That was established long ago, sweet cheeks! See ya!"
And with that I sped off, leaving her sorry, bitchy, alien-hybrid ass behind.
Ah reaping day, how I love thee.
I was standing at the sign in table, neatly signing my name onto nine slips of paper. The extra one is for luck. But this luck I won't need, since I, Theseus Bellophoron, willing be volunteering. I have been training for the Hunger Games since I was ten. Since then I have become a ruthless fighter. I fell in love with the Hunger Games, just like my dad. I had my dad's exact personality; selfish, cunning, and merciless. Because, in reality, it's those traits that you need in order to win the Games.
I wanted to volunteer last year but my dad, being very smart and all, said I should wait until the next year to completely perfect my training and because it was the Quarter Quell. And whatever this "Hunt" shit is, I knew it was going to be good.
I ran my hands through my platinum blonde hair. People where casually chatting all around, while I stood alone in the middle. Did I really have no friends other than me, myself, and I? Guess not. But the three friends I already have take up so much of my time that I wouldn't have enough time for more!
I quickly made my way up to the front where the other eighteens' were.
"Ladies and gentlemen of the beloved District Two! Welcome to the 175th Hunger Games!" Mayor DeSoto exclaimed through the microphone. The crowd erupted in a deafening applause. Once they settled down the Mayor continued. "Now, this isn't just any Hunger Games. It's the 7th Quarter Quell!"
I cheered along with the crowd this time.
I tuned out the mayor's mile long speech about the Dark Days or whatever. I just wanted to get to the good part.
Once the Mayor finished, the district escort, Hoga, walked up to the podium, "Welcome everyone! It is time for your favorite part of the reaping now! Ladies first!" The lady said cheerfully. She reached her hand into the bowl and yanked out a slip of paper, "Haley Conht!"
Oh I knew that name. I hooked up with her a few weeks ago. I approve of her as my district partner.
"I volunteer!"
No. way. Everyone knew Haley was one of our best fighters.
Some little midget from the thirteen year old sections walked up to the stage, pushing Haley aside in the process. Haley was fuming.
Everyone was shocked to see the tiny girl volunteer herself as tribute. She smiled and waved, even putting her hand up to her lips as she giggled. I wanted to puke.
"Aright then! Now onto the men!" The fruit-like escort reached her hand into the other glass bowl. She plucked out a name, "Harvey De—"
"I volunteer!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. My announcement was soon followed by a chorus of others. No way hosea, I was first.
I proudly walked up to the stage, flashing a smile to the cameras. I'm willing to bet some Capitol girl just fainted.
The escort blabbed on about unimportant stuff, I shook hands with the midget, said my goodbyes to my mom and dad, and watched District Two zip past me on my way to the Capitol.
I turned to the midget, "No! No, no, no, no, no, oh no there is no way in hell that I'm going to be District partners with you! What are you? Five!"
She crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes, "I'm thirteen, dumbo. And I don't want to be partners with you either!"
"Fine then! You are going to die anyway! What a pathetic waste of your life."
In a flash she had me pinned up against the wall with a piece of a broken vase held against my neck."Say pathetic one more time."
"Pa-the-tic," I spat in her face. No one threatens me.
"Argghhh!" She screamed, kicking me in the "area" and slashing my cheek, "Watch your mouth."
Well that was a good start…
Isabella "Bella" Sparman
"No! Evan stop it!"
"Say it, Bella!"
Through my fit of uncontrollable giggles I managed to cough out the words that I will regret saying, because, you see, I am not the one to plead, beg, or most certainly—"Fine! Uncle! Uncle!"—give in.
Evan laughed, "I could literally get you to do anything just my tickling you."
I playfully pushed him away, "Shhh, you don't want people to hear my weakness! Not that it is much of a weakness at all. I don't really think that tickling will be used as a weapon in the Arena."
Evan wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me towards him, flipping me over and pinning me against the floor, "You never know what could happen in those games. Some tribute could easily ambush you and tickle you to death." Evan briefly tickled my stomach before pinning my arm back again.
"Well then that would be very unfortunate for that tribute," I retorted. "They should know better than to attack me. Ambushing me would just be asking for a death sentence, because soon enough that tribute's body will be marked with bloody slashes from head to toe. And then after playing with them for some time, I'll stab them in the heart and slash their throat so their painful screams will die away into pleasurable moans, well pleasurable for me at least." I kicked Evan off of me, being careful not to hurt him, and had him pinned with a jagged stick (We were in a secluded forest off the outskirts of town, we had just wreaked havoc on the ghetto part of town in District Two and escaped here after being chased by Peacekeepers) at his throat.
He chuckled, "That's my Bella."
I smiled, throwing the stick aside and grasping his face into a long kiss.
That's my Evan.
"So Bella, would you care to explain to me one more time why you are volunteering for the Hunger Games at thirteen?" One of my best friends, Jessica, asked.
I rolled my eyes, "Jess, its simple. I'm going to volunteer this year, and without-a-doubt win, so then Evan can volunteer next year, and win also, so I can be his mentor."
Jessica furrowed her brows in confusion, "Well why don't you both not volunteer, so then you can both be together—"
"Just because, Jess. Trust me. It will be a piece of cake," I assured my worrisome friend.
Jessica sighed in frustration, "I just don't understand why it has to be now."
"Oh, Jessica. Stop analyzing things and let Bella and her boyfriend be," My other best friend Kaitlin said.
"Thank you Kaitlin," I said. "Now girls, what shall we wear for this very special reaping?"
I walked over to my closet and pulled out a few dresses. Placing them in front of my body, I twirled for the girls to see.
"Oh, oh! Bella the green dress will look so pretty on you!" Kaitlin exclaimed.
"No, no, no, you should wear the purple one! I love the silver bow!" Jessica said. "But I also love the yellow one! It definitely brings out your blue eyes!"
Hmm, I liked the sound of that, "Well, I think I might have a solution…"
"FASHION SHOW!" We all squealed in unison.
After trying on numerous dresses, the decision was unanimous.
"It's the ultimate dress Bells, you will blow everyone away."
"Yeah, it's gorgeous. Evan will fall to his knees once he sees you in it."
The dress was lacy white that falls just above my knees with baby blue patterns on it. There was a blue bow that ties around the back. We decided to leave my wavy dirty-blond hair down and tie a blue ribbon in it. If you haven't noticed already, blue is my favorite color.
I checked myself out in the mirror, admiring my doll-like features that brought me jealous stares in the hallways at school. I smiled approvingly, "Perfect."
"Beyond perfect. Gorgeous!"
"Adorable!"
"Fabulous!"
"Amazingly gorgeous and fabulous!"
We all giggled. "I know," I said, flipping my hair back behind my shoulder.
Once Jessica and Kaitlin were ready, but not looking as great as me obviously, we made our way to the District Two square. People crowded into the barely large enough area. Everyone's faces mimicked the same excitement; the excitement of these special Hunger Games, the seventh Quarter Quell.
A few minutes after signing in, I lost Jessica and Kaitlin in the crowd but I wasn't worried. My main focus was to find Evan. I couldn't wait until he saw me in my dress.
"Bella!" I heard my name through the loud chattering of the District Two population, "Bella!"
I turned around, looking in every direction to find the source of the shouter.
"Bella," Someone whispered in my ear, breathing down my neck. I almost screamed. I swung around, grasping Evan and pulling him into a hug. "Don't do that to me!"
He laughed and hugged me back, "Who knew I could scare you?"
I laughed, "Oh come on, we are going to be late." I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the thirteen year's section.
The boring history of everything Panem passed by quickly. Once the district escort walked up I was alert.
You could feel the almost tangible tension in the air. Who is it going to be? The question that haunted everyone's minds. I didn't care the least bit. I was going into the game no matter what.
An eighteen year old was called. I knew who she was and so did everyone else.
Evan glanced at me and I took my chance, "I volunteer!"
Immediately I turned to the aisle, giving Evan's hand a squeeze before letting go. My face turned serious as I walked up to the stage, knocking the blonde bimbo out of the way. She was furious, so I smirked at her. I turned around to face the crowd with a polite smile on my face. All eyes were on me, and every face in the square was shocked. And I enjoyed every minute of it.
A guy was called, some eighteen year-old volunteered, we shook hands, and into the Justice building we went. I said my goodbyes to my parents, grandma (who is my favorite), and 3 little sisters. My best friends came in next, wishing me good luck. Evan came in last. We hugged for the longest time and kissed a bit. He said be careful and I assured him it was going to be alright. After one last kiss we were pulled apart and soon enough I found myself in the train with guy tribute. I knew immediately I wouldn't like him, so I beat him up with a broken vase piece for calling me pathetic.
My plan on how I was going to kill every single tribute began.
I want to apologize for slacking off a bit. I am so sorry for not updating, even when I said i would have this updated two weekends ago. I'm so very sorry about that!
So these reapings may not be as long as the last because I want to get through the reapings quickly so I can get onto the games, which I am really excited about.
Oh the surprises I have planned for you!
Thank you so much for all of you who submitted the activities that your tribute does! It really has helped me a lot!
I appreciate your patience in this chapter. I was trampled by midterms last week and over the weekend I visited my cousins, and then my parents surprised me and my brother by taking us on a short trip. So today I finally had a free day!
Hopefully I will be able to get the next chapter up by next week, but I'm not making any promises!
AND PLEASE KEEP UP THOSE REVIEWS! THEY MEAN THE WORLD TO ME! And your tribute may also get some credit from me in spite of your amazing reviews! SO KEEP IT UP!
Thanks again!
~Cherryy
