I only got one review for my last chapter :( I know it wasn't that good, but if you want more chapters you gotta review. Actually I'll update no metter what but, t more reviews are never a bad thing right. :) Anyways there wasn't much description for the guy tribute, so I sorta winged it, it's probably not at all what who ever wrote it had in mind, but I tried :D anywho enjoy!

Pipa Hyde POV

I look at the red neon numbers on my alarm clock, and see that the Reaping begin in a little less than two hours. The Reaping. Thats all I've been thinking for the past week. It'll be my brother and my first time. I don't know how I could survive, I mean I have absolutely no practice, and I'm one of the weakest people I know.

I look over at the bed next to mine, and see that somehow my brother is still sleeping. I get up and shake him lightly, "Watson, it's time to wake up." He grunts, and digs his head further into his pillow.

"Come on we gotta get up." I shake him a little harder.

"Okay, okay I'm up." He wipes his eyes tiredly. "Here since I'm such a nice a person, I'll let you use the shower first." He smiles slightly.

I smile, rolling my eyes, he just wants to sleep more, "Fine, but we need to be there on time. Even if early, if possible."

"Alright mom." he says sarcastically.

I make sure to take a shower quick, since I know Watson likes to pretty much stand in there and enjoy the warmth.

When I walk into our room, my towel securely wrapped around me, and I'm not surprised to see him sound asleep in the bed.

"You are impossible." I chuckle.

I hear banging on the door, and startle for a second. My mom's head popped her head into our room, and she sighs when she sees my brother.

"Watson! Get up this instant do you want to be late for your first reaping!" she screeches, and then turned her attention to me, "And for God's sake Pipa, can you get dressed!" She slams the door shut.

"I don't still don't see how we're related to her." Watson mutters.

"Hey, she's still out mother." I half-heartedly defend her.

He just rolls his eyes, and goes to take a shower.

"Hmm what should I wear?" I whisper to myself, looking at my wardrobe.

I end up choosing the lacy black dress that stops at my knees, Dad had bought two weeks ago.

Watson was still in the shower (surprise surprise), so I go down to eat.

"Good morning sweetie." My dad smiles at me, but I can see the worry in his eyes.

"Morning Dad." I grin back, with not as much happiness that is usually behind it.

"How you feeling?" He asks sympathetically.

I can't hold the tears back, and I run to him, and cry into his shoulder. "I'm scared Daddy."

"Shhh don't worry, you only have one ticket in, there's no way you'll be chosen." He comforts me, and gently strokes my hair.

I look up at him, my eyes shining with tears, "Are you sure?"

"Positive, now eat up, I made some french toast for you and your brother."

"Did you say french toast?" Watson bounds down the stairs. "My favorite!" He grins and quickly hugs Dad, before stuffing his face with the syrupy goodness.

"Thanks Dad." I whisper, and hug him, one last time.

I have to eat a little quicker, since we're running a little short on time.

"Bye, Watson." Dad shouts, as Watson runs out the door.

I laugh, knowing where he's going. "Bye sweetheart, I'll be in the audience with the other parents."

"Kay, bye Dad." I hug him. I run after Watson, and reach him with ease. I may not be that strong, but I've been able to beat every kid my age in town in a race, my age that is.

"What's the rush?" I ask.

"I promised I'd meet Natia 10 minutes ago."

Natia is his girlfriend, and also my best friend, who has a pretty hot brother if I don't say so myself.

After Natia, Gramme (her twin brother), Watson and I make it to the town square, we are forced to split up. Natia and I went to the 12 year old girl section, and Watson and Gramme went the other way.

"Good luck Pipa." Gramme looks back, flashing me his "hot smile"

"Thanks you too." I grins.

So this it. I thought as I await for the escort to call the names. I didn't pay much attention to what she said, since I swear my head was buzzing with anxiety.

I feel something hit my stomach lightly, and I up to see Natia with tears in her eyes, pointing towards the stage.

"What...no...my dad...he said-" I stutter, but peacekeepers were already pulling me on the stage.

Marcus Fliphazem POV

I sigh as I stare at the clock against my wall, not even bothering to move. Another day another disappointment. Thats my motto, so why get up anyway.

Finally after like half an hour of just laying there, I drag out of the bed, and throw on a dark blue shirt and pants.

I hate this day- well I don't really like most days, or life in general, but this day is definitely one of the worst. Followed by my birthday, because why the hell would you wanna celebrate becoming another year closer to your death.

I walk sluggishly to the kitchen, when suddenly I'm pulled from reality and I find myself 5 years in the past, with my mom, dad, and brother around me.

We're watching the 145th Hunger Games; the one I lost my brother to.

I watched as he ran through the snowy barren wasteland, while a district 2 tribute chased him.

"Run, Blake!" I cried, as the other kid caught up to him. But it was obvious he was tired.

The district 2 boy pulled out a dagger, and aimed for Blake's leg. He reached his target.

Blake cried out in pain, and fell to the ground, and just watched as the other boy walked slowly, and smirked at him. I'll never forget that face. He pulled out a sword, and slid it gracefully along my brother's cheek.

A thin line of blood formed, but Blake didn't make a sound. The other guy then cut a little harder in Blake's arm, but still he made no sound.

The boy grunted in anger, obviously wanting a reaction, and started chopping away at him. Blake's screams echoed in the empty tundra, and the snow around him slowly turned into a scarlet carpet of blood.

I watched in horror as the boy simply left my brother to die, not even ending his misery. Blake moaned in pain for what felt lie hours, until... it stopped. He didn't move, he didn't breathe, he was dead.

As I returned back to reality I find myself huddled in a corner, shaking and in a cold sweat. This has been happening ever since that terrible day; always just as vivid.

I stay there for a little bit, not wanting to move, and just wallowing in my hate for the Capitol.

I decide to get up after a while, and shuffle downstairs.

"Morning Marcus-" my mom gasps when she sees me. "Did it happen again?"

I simply nod.

"Aww my poor baby, I know this must be hard for you." she hugs me.

"Mom I'm okay." I try to say nicely.

"I know, here, how about I make you your favorite." she rushes to the fridge.

"No really, its alright, I'll just have cereal, we don't have that much time anyways."

"Are you sure, because it would only take-"

"I'm sure." I smile reassuringly at her.

My 5 year old sisters run into the kitchen, chasing each other, followed by my older brother Christian. He's so lucky that he doesn't have to deal with the Reaping anymore, since he just turned 19. Not that I want him to possibly get chosen, but still...

We grunt our 'good mornings' and I slowly eat my cereal.

"Hey Champ." my dad walks in smiling as always, and I can't help but smile myself.

"Hey Dad." I mumble. He's pretty much the whole reason our family didn't fall apart when Blake dies. I mean mom was obviously pumping the water works. And since she was pregnant with my suster, she was extra emotional. I was only 11, and Christian was closest in age to Blake. So they were like best buds, so he was obviously devastated.

He makes not sure not to mention the Reaping which I'm grateful for, but I still what awaits me.

"Uh I gotta go." I excuse myself, and rush out, before my mom can get all mushy on me.

When I get to the town square, I stand in the 16 year old section.

The escort whose name I think is Harriette, says the annual speech, and I just tune it out.

"Hey Marcus, get up there." A boy eventually says, and points to the stage.

"What?" I say dryly.

"She just called you."

What! I look at the stage and see the girl already standing there looking kind of scared-okay terrified. And I can't blame her so am I.

"Marcus Fliphazem please make your way to the stage." Harriette says into the mic.

And thats when I black out.

Pipa POV

"Marcus Fliphazem please make your way to the stage." the escort says.

I look over to where I think the kid is standing, and I see him blink a couple times, as if processing what she said, and then his eyes roll int his head, and he collapses.

I squeak, and peacemakers rush over to him, and take him away from the crowd.

I hope he's alright.

"Okaayyyy then." the escort laughs nervously, "well Marcus will still be a contestant in the Games, but I will continue with the 6th Quarter Quell twist." she beams, "Each tribute will be accompanied in the arena with someone close to them. Whether it be a friend, brother, cousin, fiance anyone, no matter the age."

No. No no no no no. Someone can't die because of my bad luck. It just isn't fair. It's my fault I should be the only one made to suffer. Tears find their way down my face, and I simply look between my families and friends. Begging them to forgive me, but instead of the anger and accusation I expect to see, I only sadness, and understanding. They no one of them is going to die.

"Pipa Hyde it looks your brother Watson Hyde will come with you. Oh and your twins, how exciting!" she grins.

Not Watson, both of us can't die. What will Mom and Dad do, when we're gone. Horrible images cross my mind, depression...homeless... suicide. And it's be all my fault.

Marcus POV

When I wake up I find myself in a sterile white room, and I'm shaking and sweating... again. I shutter as I think back to my latest flashback.

"Where am-" I start, and then I suddenly remember. I've been reaped, like Blake and I'm gonna die.

"Ah good your awake." a doctor walks over to my bed, and I can tell by the accent he's from the Capitol.

Anger shoots through me, and I try to lunge at him, but I get a massive hed rush, and I 'm forced to lay back down.

"Calm down now, I'm not gonna hurt you, but I was told to give you some very unfortunate news.

Instead of saying anything, I just glare at him as if that will do something; sadly it doesn't.

" I am old that this year's Quarter Quell twist will be that a loved one of your will accompany you to the Hunger Games.

The glare slides off my face, and I can practically feel my face blanch.

The doctor lets me take this in and then continues, "Your father, Parker Fliphazem." he glances at his clipboard.

"Where is he?" I manage to croak.

"Right here," he opens a door that I hadn't noticed, and leaves being replaced by my dad.

"I'm sorry Dad." I try to hold back tears.

"Don't worry son, we can make it through this." he smiles unconvincingly at me.

I don't see how, I know it and he knows we're both gonna die. Just like Blake.