A/N: Here's the District Eight Reapings. I hope you all like them!

By the way, I might be busy this week, so the District Nine Reapings should be out by next Sunday.


District Eight Reapings

Ford Trenner-District Eight

I don't get why everyone in my district is so afraid of Reapings. They should enjoy getting a chance to be able to legally murder other people. They should enjoy the chance to be able to slit someone's throat…to smell the sweet tangy scent of blood flowing into the ground. They should be thankful that they get a chance to kill, to revel in the glory of blood and gore. But because my district is pretty screwed up, they think that getting reaped is the equivalent of a death sentence.

I watch as the escort with shiny green hair makes her way to the podium after the mayor finishes his speech. I wonder what it would feel like to strangle her, to crush all of the bones, muscle, and blood in her neck into a lumpy blob of gore stained flesh. Still, I contain my homicidal urges long enough to watch her pick the girl tribute.

"District Eight! This year's girl tribute will be Laurath Cavenson." She shouts.

"No!" I hear a girl shout. A girl climbs onto the stage, unsuccessfully trying to throw off another girl who looks exactly like her.

The Peacekeepers finally intervene and drag the girl's twin off of her.

"How wonderful!" the escort gushes, seemingly oblivious of what just happened. "Now it's time for our boy tribute. District Eight, I present you…Ford Trenner."

That's me, I think. I'll be going into the Hunger Games with that girl onstage.

I wonder what it would feel like to kill her…to crush her skull until her brains run onto the ground…or maybe to rip her heart out.


Laurath Cavenson-District Eight

I watch as the curly haired boy steps onto the stage. He's short and small, but he looks even scarier than even the toughest career. It's his eyes, I realize. They're the eyes of a madman. He looks like some bloodthirsty psychopath murderer.

As the mayor reads the Treaty of Treason, I observe him. His hands are clenched into fists, but instead of looking terrified or angry, he looks excited, excited to kill. I immediately decide to stay a safe distance away from him. Even though it's illegal to kill another tribute before the games begin, I don't think he knows or cares.

The mayor finally finishes, and we shake hands. His hands nearly crush mine in an iron grip. The anthem finishes, and we're sent into the Justice Building to say goodbye. It breaks my heart, remembering how I signed up for tesserae even though my parents forbade me. I should have listened to them. But now it's too late. I'm going to be sent into the Hunger Games with a psycho for a district partner.


Another A/N: Sorry for not replying to your reviews, I've been really busy. But because I'm done with my homework now, I'm going to try to start replying.

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