Enjoy the District 2 Reaping :)

Shine Shimmer POV

Thud, thud, thud. I smirk as the knives hit the dummy where various major arteries would be. I had gotten up hours ago to train, because today was the day. The Reapings; since my mom was a past victor, I've been practically bred for this. And I know I'm ready.

I didn't tell my parents where I am, but it doesn't matter, because I know this is where the they expected me to be; preparing.

After another hour or so I decide to go back home and get dressed.

"Training?" My mom says, when she I walk into the house, not even bothering to be quiet.

I nod my head slightly, and silently go upstairs to take a shower.

After I'm done, I look through me huge wardrobe, and contemplate what to where. I settle with an icy blue dress, that some girls might call slutty, but whatever. The capitol doesn't go crazy over the boring girls in a plain dress. They want a show.

It takes me almost 2 hours to make sure I look perfect; I mean I already am, but this is the Hunger Games, and there's always room for improvement.

"Shine, Mom says it's time for breakfast." Star peeps her head into my room.

I sigh, and put on some last touches to my make up, and then go down stairs.

A plate of eggs (whites of course) and toast, and a glass of pomegranate juice is set up for me.

As I sit down to eat, obviously not all of it, I don't want to get fat and slow in the arena, my mom starts drilling me on tidbits to getting more sponsors.

"Now what are you going to do when you volunteer."

"Walk proudly to the stage head high, and make direct contact to the camera, and smile nicely at it" I practically spit it out like a computer.

"No, don't smile nicely, that'll make the audience think you are weak."

"Then what the hell do you want me to do." I snap.

"Listen, do you want to win or not, because when your in that arena, I won't be in there to hold your hand the whole time." Mom raises her voice slightly.

"No really, I thought for sure I'd have my mommy there to help me." I say sarcastically.

She sighs heavily, "Fine do whatever you want, just make sure you win."

"No worries there, that's what I fully plan on doing." I say, and finish my eggs, and take like two bites of the toast.

"I'm going." I call to no one in particular, as I walk to the town square.

On my way there I run into like 5 of my ex's, and all their reactions are the same. When they see me their eyes widen at my extraordinary beauty, and then they recompose themselves, and glare at me. But whatever, I never liked a single on of them anyways.

When I get there I walk over to the 17 year olds section, and see one of my friends, or at least someone I can stand.

"Hey Shine!" Flare smiles, not even worried about the Reaping. She already knows I'll volunteer no matter who it is.

"Hey." I smile slightly, already excited for them to start calling names.

An old man with a gruff voice begins the stupid speech that they say every damn year. Finally be pulls a name out of the bowl, and call the tributes.

"I volunteer!" I say loud and proud, before he even registers the pathetic name on the paper.

"Huh, oh yes, please come up here. And what is your name young lady."

I look at the cameras, and decide against the nice smile, and instead go with a flirtatious one "Shine Shimmer."

Malus Horra POV

"Please stop." the boy whimpers, as I throw another punch at him.

Man I love the mornings, I chuckle as he begins crying. No one is out at this time, so I can beat the shit out of anyone I want. Not that I don't do it in the public too, but still...

"Please st-..." the boy whimpers again, but I give him one last punch in the face, and he falls unconscious.

Pathetic, he didn't even put up a fight. I leave him on the ground and look for my next victim, not even thinking twice why I attacked him in the first place.

As I get closer to the center of town I suddenly remember, oh yeah, the food!

I run back to where I left him, which for me didn't take that long. I really didn't even need the food, I mean I'm fucking rich, but it's always fun to steal a poor kids stuff.

When I get there I see my mom leaning over the kid, and gently blotting the blood from his nose. She looks up at me and sighs, "Mal, you gotta stop this, what did he even to do you?"

I stare down at my feet, probably looking like a kid when their mom sees the steal a cookie. "I don't know." I mumble.

I don't know why I act like this around my mom, usually I'm all badass and ready to kick the shit out of everyone, but it probably has something to do with that bastard, that is my dad. Ever since I found out he was beating my mom I came super protective over her and and- wait why am I even telling you this? I don't even know who the fuck you are!

She sighs again, "Mal what am I going to do with you."

"Sorry." I mutter. Not really, but I hate to see her all sad and stuff.

The boy stirs and moans slightly, and I can't help but smirk. When he sees me he flinches back, and I have to try and hold back a laugh.

"Shhh don't worry." My mom whispers to the boy and then looks at me "Can you go and get changed please."

"Fine." I walk back excitedly to the house. I love the Games they're so funny! I bought- well some might call it stole but whatever anyway I "bought" every single past Hunger Games video, and I have to say to say my favorite is last year's quarter quell.

They sent 24 tributes ages 12-18, and 24 5-11 year olds, I couldn't stop laughing. The best was when the rich little boy from district 1 was killed. Hahah I bet he didn't expect his death to be an excellent decapitation.

I can't help but laugh as the sounds of the kids screaming echo through my mind.

When I get to our house, I throw on some random shirt, and black jeans, not bothering with the hygienics.

I grab a handfuls of who knows what from the kitchen, shove it in my mouth, and practically run to the Reaping. Everyone in the street pretty much throws themselves away from me, since they know better to get in my way.

I'm a little earlier than everybody else, and I walk to the pretty much empty 13 year old section. The few kids that were there try to shrink into the shadows as if I won't see them. Idiots

"Move." I say to a scrawny kid, not even waiting for him to get, and I punch him in the face.

"Sorry." He mutters, and rushes to the other kids. I wait patiently for the speech to begin- well heckling the escort to hurry up, but same thing, and finally the old geezer shuffles on stage.

"Blah blah blah 150th Hunger Games blah blah blah." That's obviously not what he really what he says, but thats all I get from it.

"Alright let's start with the ladies," He sticks his hand into the huge ass bowl, but before he even reads it someone volunteers. The girl looks strong, but I can already imagine breaking each one of her pathetic bones. I can hear her screams of agony, and smell the fresh blood. I want to. I want to hurt her, I want to hurt all of the tributes. I want to kill them. I should. I know I'm supposed to wait till I'm 17 or whatever like most careers, but it just seems like too much fun, and besides it's a Quarter Quell, I can't pass up a time like this.

"LEROY JE-"

"I volunteer!" I shout into the crowd. As I walk up to the stage, I hear someone gasp; Mom. Guilt quickly flashes through me, but just as fast it disappears. The desire to kill is just too much.

Shine POV

Malus? I know that kid, he's that cocky brat that thinks he rules the world. I smirk, thinking about how I'm going to prove him wrong.

"Okay District 2, you are all probably what the Quarter Quell twist , am I correct." the escort raises a bored eyebrow.

"No shit sherlock." Malus snaps.

The escort glares at him, "Well the rule is that each tribute will be accompanied with a loved one into the arena."

Interesting, I definitely didn't see that coming. I wonder who they'll pair me up with.

"Okay for Shine, let's see..." he scrolls his eyes down the list, "Star Shimmer."

My sister, but she's only 7, "What about the age limit." I try to sound cool.

He smirks slightly "There is none."

Crap, it's going to be hard killing her.

Malus POV

I feel my face pale as the escort announces the rule. I have no friends in this pathetic town so I know who I'm going to be paired up with.

The escort calls up the girl's little sister who looks about 7 or 8. I can't help but imagine about how easy it'll be to slit her throat, and I smile.

But I'm pulled backed to reality when he says who I'm gonna be up here with, "Annaniah Horra." He calls into the crowd. I curse myself for volunteering to this games, but I also think about all the other people I get to kill. Mothers, friends, and the most of course, dads. This is gonna be fun.

I have to admit I think I was having to much fun writhing in Malus's character :) But it's just so easy to write the slightly mental bad guy. Anywho I hope you liked the chapter, I'll probably update tomorrow. But don't forget to review, because I won't if I din;t think anyone's reading it! Oh yeah an tell me if you got the joke about the boy who was going to get called before Mal volunteered, I just couldn't help myself :D