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District 9: Reaping Day

Female Tribute: Eve Williows, age 15

Male Tribute: Calazor Zarkos, age 17

Eve Williows's POV

I woke up early the morning of the Reapings, the sun shining in my face. I groaned and put my hand over my eyes then got up, remembering that today my mother wanted me to go to the market and help someone before I went to my job. I was an apprentice for one of the people in the rich side of town so I had to get up early in the morning to do any chores my mother wanted me to attend to.

I got up and dressed, hoping that James would meet me and walk with me to the market. Then I could head- alone, as Ms. Ortega didn't like poor people and only gave me the job because she pitied me- to my employer's home. Then I'd have ten minutes before the reaping.

I ran to James house and knocked on his door. I'd skipped breakfast as I often did when I was running late. He opened the door, poking his head out, his golden hair falling in his eyes. "Eve..." He smiled and took my hand, kissing it and laughing softly.

"Will you come with me to the market?" I whispered softly, pulling my dirty looking hands away from James sight. "Please, James!"

He laughed and wrapped an arm around my shoulders casually, "Of course I will." His arm slipped away from my shoulders and we began our walk to the market. I looked at the note my mother had given me to tell me what I was supposed to do before going to my job.

I smiled and shook my head, "I just have to buy some food for the lady down the street." I told James.

"That should be easy. Then you can go to Ms. Ortega." He fake shivered- he absolutely loathed Ms. Ortega but I was just glad to have the apprenticeship.

"Yep!" When I got to the market, I grabbed a basket, going from stall to stall to buy the various goods that were on the list. When I finally finished, James and I walked to the old woman's house, tapping on her door politely. "Mrs. Winsky?"

She opened the door, her gray curly hair messy and looking as if she had just got out of her bed. She smiled, "Oh, thank you, dear!" She laughed softly and ran a feeble hand through her hair, reaching for the basket. She was such a frail old woman. I couldn't let her carry the basket, no matter how much I needed to let her handle it.

"No, I can do it. Where's the kitchen table?" I smiled slightly, blushing deeply. She let me into the house and directed my actions until I reached the kitchen table. She smiled.

"Oh, thank you so much, sweet girl. That is so nice of you... How much was it?" She walked over to the counter and started to gather up money to repay me with. I waited and took the change (which wasn't for my trouble, just for buying the groceries) and thanked her, turning and leaving, meeting James outside the door.

I smiled at him, "I have to go to Ms. Ortega's now..." I murmured sadly.

He shrugged, "Eve, I'll see you at the Reapings but first I wanted to-" I casually glanced at the clock above the Justice Building and realized how late it must be. I cussed softly.

"I'm so sorry, James! It'll have to wait! Look at the time! I'm going to be late and Ms. Ortega will make me do horrible things! Tell me later, after the Reapings, please!" I rushed off, running as fast as possible to the richer side of the district.

I brushed any possible dirt from my clothes and hair and knocked on the door politely, waiting for Ms. Ortega's butler to open the door. Soon he opened the door, his nose tilted up. "Ms. Williows... I see your here. On time for once." He let me in.

"Thank you, Charleston." I murmured and went passed him, taking my dirty shoes off. Ms. Ortega came in soon after. Unlike what many would think, Ms. Ortega was very young, only in her twenties. All her money came from her father whom had died at an early age, leaving all the multitudes of his wealth to his only daughter. She was a very pompous snide girl that absolutely hated the poor.

"Oh, Eve, darling." She growled, her face twisting into a frown. "You look absolutely horrible!" She put her hand to her chest, as if something had happened. She tapped her chin. "I absolutely cannot have something as disgusting as you be serving me, nor can I have you, by chance, represent our lovely district in the Hunger Games. It is reaping day, sweet Eve."

I watched her, eyes widening. "Oh..." I listened to her, looking down. She often complained about how horrible I looked. I thought it was horrid but she did it often.

"Let's get you cleaned up dear. Charleston, now, fill the tub. I want this girl cleaned." She waved her hand, taking off the black leather gloves and the fuzzy red jacket. She was now left in tight black jeans and an off the shoulder top, her pixie hair cut looking perfect. She was beautiful, until she talked.

Charleston's eyes widened in surprise as he watched her. "No, Charleston, you will not wash her. I will do that."

"Eve, what size clothes do you wear?"

"Three, Ms. Ortega." I whispered, following her into her bedroom then to the oversized closet.

She looked through her clothes then went to the right, looking through racks upon racks of dresses. "Oh, darling Eve, call me Aspen!" She laughed softly. She was in a very good mood today, as normally she never asked me to call her by name. She would also never help me. She began pulling dresses off the rack then she would shake her head and return the dress to the rack.

"Madame..." Charleston tapped on the door. "You're bath is ready."

"Thank you, Charleston. You may retire to your quarters until I call for you again." She turned to me and smiled before pulling out a black dress that had sequins and sparkles on the top half. "Perfect! Now, to bathe you and get you clean."

I was taken into a bathroom that was at least the same size as my house. The bath looked warm and inviting and Ms. Ortega told me to undress and get into the bathwater. Sweet smelling bubbles were everywhere in the tub and the water was almost too hot. Ms. Ortega grabbed a scrub bursh and began to scour my skin. "Oh, you are so dirty! How does one become so disgusting?"

"I've never had a very nice bath. The water at my house is very dirty." I whispered as she scratched my back raw. She was like what any victors had said about the stylists. That they rubbed you raw and got rid of every hair. I sighed softly and let her do as she wished.

"It is so hard to clean you. It as if the dirt is stuck within the skin." Finally the bath was finished and she told me to dry off. My skin was so white- I'd never noticed with all the dirt always on me. I put on a robe and went to the chair she directed me to. She began to cut my hair. I let her and soon she was done.

"Now dress, then you can see what magic has been done!" I slipped the black dressed on, surprised that it was strapless. I went to the mirror and gasped. I was absolutely beautiful. I smiled and looked over myself. My hands, however, still looked as if they were dirty but otherwise I could have been Ms. Ortega's little sister.

"I'm beautiful... Thank you, Aspen!" She smiled.

"Your welcome, it was the least I could do! Now, you're going to be late for the Reapings- go!" She pushed me out the door and I smiled slightly.

I ran to the Reapings and was bouncing with joy as I waited for the Reapings to be over with so that James could see how beautiful I was. I smiled and waited as the escort chose the tributes, "Welcome to the 15th Hunger Games! Now the female tribute for district 9 is... Eve Williows!"

I stood there for a while then turned and ran to the eighteens. "James! James!" I screamed. I saw James appear among the eighteens and he wrapped his arms around me tightly. "Don't make me go..." I whispered.

"I don't want you to go, Eve. My Eve." He whispered, stroking my hair. "I'm so sorry..." I sobbed, not wanting him to leave me alone. "Go, before they drag you."

I pulled back and looked at James before a Peacekeeper's hand encircled my wrist. He pulled me towards the stage and I walked, coming to the stage and standing still.

Oh, James. Save me.

Calazar Zarkos's POV

I got up that morning feeling nice and refreshed. I would be in the Games this year, whether I was Reaped or not. So, I knew that today I would be taking one more step closer to my dream- to become rich and famous.

I slipped out of bed then went to shower, carefully cleaning my absolutely beautiful and luscious white blonde hair. I cleaned my body, getting rid of the grime and guck that came from living in the stupid two room shack that I had to endure until I won the Games. I finally deemed myself worthy of being seen in public and went to dress, hoping that I would scrape together enough beautiful, upper-class clothes to be seen in the Upper Market, where I preferred to hang out.

I pulled on my best shirt and pants, pausing to stare at myself in the mirror. I was absolutely stunning. My shorter white blonde hair, though not long enough- yet- to fall just perfectly (though I had been trying for so long), was breath taking, my light blue eyes made my appearance absolutely stunning to everyone that saw. The clothes add the rich flair that was need to complete the picture and with that, I headed off to the Upper Market to people watch.

When I got to the Upper Markets, I looked around, noting all the elegance of the upper class. Their perfect hair, pale skin, beautiful garments, and non dirty body spoke to me, calling me. As people went by, I took in their appearance. My belly grumbled and I stood, walking to one of the carts and smiling at the girl.

She was a brunette with tiny almond shaped eyes and a pinched face. She was very shy and when I came up, her pale cheeks began to show the soft pink glow of a blush (as all the girls who met me couldn't help but do). I bent forwards, running my hands softly over the apple. I had no money so I always did this- used my looks and perfection to get whoever it was to give me what I wanted for free.

"I haven't seen you around here." I said, my voice low and flirtatious, looking up at her through my eyelashes. "What's your name?"

She didn't answer for a moment as she was so absorbed in my appearance, which I found humorous. "My name is Alisyn." She finally said, almost stupidly, her large doe-like eyes on my face.

"Alisyn, eh?" I smiled widely. "What a beautiful name." She giggled softly, pressing a hand over her mouth. "We should get togethor sometime."

I stood straight, no longer leaning over the fruits. Her lip quivered as she attempted to form a thought. Finally, she squeaked out. "Yes." I almost laughed at her- she was so easy to manipulate, it almost gave no thrill whatsoever. I had to cut this short or I'd die of boredom.

"You see, I seem to have forgot my money at home and I was wondering if there was a way I could get this..." I held up the apple curiously, my eyes searching hers.

"Oh, just take it. Jero won't notice. Just don't talk about it." She seemed to just be speaking like it was programmed, her eyes didn't waver from my lips.

I smiled and turned, walking away slowly. I bit into the apple, the small wave of a job well done washing through me. Then I heard her tiny voice, "Excuse me... I didn't get your name."

I stopped and turned my head slightly to the side, thinking. She was pretty, I'd give her that. However, she wasn't beautiful and she wouldn't be worth the time of getting to know. "Just call me what you want, Alisyn." I walked off, slipping easily away from the sight of her to eat my apple in peace.

I watched the people again as they passed by. Women in mink furs, men with suits that are worth more than my home. This is what I would be. The Games would be easy; just a step towards my goal. One final step towards fame and glory. The men weren't as handsome as me, the majority of the women not even meeting my beauty. Maybe I could leave this District of filth and poverty, go to somewhere with more wealth and perfection. The Capitol, or maybe one of the Career districts.

I stood after I finished my apple, walking lazily towards a pack of girls my age with lovely silky looking hair and beautifully white complexions. All the girls looked very rich, very pompous, and very worth my while. I smiled, "Hello, ladies."

They all turned and two giggled. "Hello." One of the taller ones answered.

"What are your names, may I ask?" I tilted my head to the side curiously, twisting my lips into my perfect smile.

Again, the tallk girl giggled, "I'm Madisyn. This is Rayn, Ann, Sunny, and Mikao." She pointed at each of the girls.

Madisyn herself was a brunette with long perfectly straight hair. She had dark blue eyes and had the look of a girl that would become a strong woman. Though it was a challenge as she would be very hard to persuade into worshipping me as normal girls did, I decided she wasn't worth pursuing as she didn't interest me.

Rayn was slightly shorter than Madisyn and had curly short black hair that circled her tiny petite face. Her blue eyes were small but in a very charming way. She was in the most expenisve looking clothes out of the bunch and I knew she would be fun to manipulate.

Next, was Ann, who was taller than both Rayn and Madisyn. She had long blonde wavy hair that was pulled back into a very long ponytail. She looked to be the poorest yet the most beautiful of the five. I took her in then decided she may be interesting for a bit but after a while I knew I would lose interest in her.

Sunny had auburn hair that was straight and framed her tanner than the rest face. She had brown almond eyes and was the same height as Rayn. Sunny seemed to be the one that was practically drooling over me. I would bet everything I had (though not much) that she would do anything I asked and I found that one trait very appealing. However, seeing no challenge in her, I switched my attention to the last girl, Mikao.

She was the shortest, much younger than the rest. She had the same brown hair as Madisyn, however hers was curly. Her eyes, also, matched Madisyn's deep blue. My conclusion: Madisyn was Misao's elder sister. There was always one girl in every group that would be the outcast, the one that wasn't ever really wanted. This girl was the girl, the misfit. She had a darker persona than the rest and looked very intelligent for a girl her age. I debated every factor about her and decided that I wouldn't go near Misao- she wasn't worth my time either.

I looked at the five girls and decided to spend the majority of any efforts Rayn s a challenge, and Sunny to keep her under my...control, if you would. I smiled at those two girls. "You all have such beautiful names..."

I looked at their reactions, which normally would tell what they thought of any advances I would make. Madisyn looked disgusted and Ann looked dull, beautiful and stupid. Sunny was smiling widely, believing that she would get me to herself. Rayn looked slightly interested- not offended but not particularly happy with my flirting. Misao was dark and didn't let her emotions slip.

I flirted with the girl, deciding at the end that the only ones that would matter were Rayn and Sunny. The others weren't worth caring for. After I finished speaking to the girls, I left to daydream about the shining moment- the moment that would change my life forever.

I was in the Games. The background was blurry, the colours around me slipping and sliding from grays to blues to browns to greens. There was one person left against me, the district one tribute. His facial features were changing as well but it didn't matter because after a couple more seconds, he was dead.

The fame and the glory was mine, just as I had always known it would be. I had known the Games would be easy and, though everyone said they were horrible and that I wouldn't make it, they would now know how easy it was to win.

I had no marks on me and not a bead of sweat could be found on my body. My hair was perfectly in place and my clothes were as if I had never been in the Games. All the pictures changed to when I was in the Capitol. Everything was perfect and clear again, pulled together from all the Games I had ever watched.

Caesar Flickerman was smiling at me, "How were the Games, Calazar?"

"Call me Cal. They were nothing like what everyone had told me- they were easy and I barely had to work to beat all those stupid tributes." I smiled at the crowd and they went wild, laughing and clapping. Whether at my answer or smile, I didn't know.

"Really? All the victors have said that, though they won, they regret killing."

"Survival of the fittest, eh, Caesar? I was the best- the most beautiful, the strongest, and the smartest."

The crowd roared and I waved at them. The screams and roars began to form into speaking, "Hey, Cal? Cal! You're-"

"-gonna be late for the Reapings!" I found myself being shook by my only friend, Nevro Fallow. Though Nevro was almost as beautiul as I- he had the same white blonde hair and light blue eyes- he didn't at all care for his beauty. We could be twins and everyone believed he was.

"No! I have to be there!" I jumped up and Nevro and I ran to the Reapings. Nevro and I got our blood taken and I went to the seventeens with him. We waited for the Reapings to begin and I was bursting with joy. I would be in the Games. No matter what this year.

Finally the escort, a very ugly woman with a mucus sort of green hair and skin that was dotted all over with brown dots, came up. "Welcome to the 15th Hunger Games! Now the female district for district 9 is... Eve Williows!"

I looked over at the girl and she ran to the boy eighteens, wrapping her arms around a very averge girl. She was very beautiful for being poor, like me. Her short bob of blonde hair complimented her tiny, pixie-like appearance. I had to remember to see her eyes- I'd seen the glint of green when she'd ran past the seventeens. She was in a black dress that had sequins on the top. It complimented the rest of her pale beauty that I found I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

I could hear her scream the average boy's name, "James! James!" She held him tightly and I could barely hear the soft whispers she told him, "Don't make me go..."

His answer was lower than hers, "I don't want you to go, Eve. My Eve." He stroked her hair and I thought about his voice. It wasn't very special, very gruff, gravelly. I was trying to come up with the reason that this beautiful angelic girl would care for this very average James but I came up blank. I missed the last of the conversation and found her being pulled up to the stage by a Peacekeeper.

The escort cleared her voice then continued, "Now, for the male tribute." Calazar, Calazar, Calazar Zarkos, Calazar... "Calazar Zarkos!" She yelled out, smiling, hoping for a tribute less emotional than the weak girl before.

I walked up to the stage triumphantly, looking around at the crowd. I bowed smiling and everyone cheered. They knew I would win. I smiled wider than ever before and waved at them before taking the escorts ugly brownish hand. I wiped my hand on my jeans then went to take the beautiful Eve's hand. She looked stunned as she took my hand. Her hand seemed dirty but I knew, as the child of a poor woman, that it was often hard to completely get rid of the dirt that stained our hands.

Eve Williows's POV

I waited quietly and heard the crying of my parents before they opened the door. Only my mother was sobbing- my father was trying to keep a straight face- and I ran to them, holding both of them in my small arms. I started to cry with her. I found I never wanted to have to let my parents go.

"You look very nice, Eve." My mom choked out, hoping to calm either me or her, which one I couldn't guess.

"Thanks." I whispered softly, kissing her cheek. There was a slow pain in my chest, growing as I realized I may never speak to my parents again. That I'd be sent into the arms of the demons and ghouls of the Hunger Games.

I let go finally of my parents and smiled sadly at them. "I never thought I'd have to say goodbye to you." My dad whispered, sadness cloaking his voice.

"I may come back," I reminded him gently, wiping my tears away.

He shook his head and took me in his arms, tears falling down his face. I had never seen Jake Williows cry. He wouldn't do it in front of me if he ever cried. I kissed his cheek and held him. He was like a very big, tired, sad teddy bear. I snuggled my face into his neck and ignored the pricks of his growing beard. All I wanted was to never let him go.

But, too soon, I had to. The Peacekeeper came in and told them three minutes was up and my father led my sobbing mother out of the room.

James took their places, wrapping his strong warm arms around me. "Eve." He whispered, his voice full of pain.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered as if, somehow, it was my fault I was reaped.

"It's not your fault." He pulled something from his pocket.

"What is that?" I whispered curiously, my short blonde hair falling in my eyes. James looked up at me, his eyes full of pain and...some other emotion.

With one hand, he stroked my hair out of my face, smiling sadly. "Eve Williows, I love you." He whispered softly. It surprised me- I'd never thought that James would love me. It had never occured to me.

I blinked and tried to find my voice. "Really?"

"Yes." He answered, without hesitation. The thing in his hands became more apparent as he lifted it. "A promise ring, Eve."

I stared at it then whispered, "Really?"

He smiled and slipped it on my finger. "I want you to come back to me. To know that you have something here. To know that I'm waiting for you." He took my face in his hands and kissed me softly. His lips were warm and soft against mine. I kissed him back and was sad when he pulled away. "Please come back, Eve." He held me tightly before leaving.

I had to come back. At least to feel him kiss me one more time.

Calazar Zarkos's POV

My mom was the first person to come in. "Your leaving me, Cal. To go to the Capitol, like your father." I sighed impatiently. She was so dramatic and selfish. Couldn't she see how much this would benefit us? How when I won, we'd both have money and I'd be famous? She was such a short sighted woman.

"Mom, really? Both of us knew I would do this." I pushed my perfect hair from my eyes. "You don't think about other people, do you, mom?" She pouted, knowing I was always right.

"But, Cal..."

I glared at her, taking in her features. I looked exactly like her, however I was better than she in many ways. I wouldn't be used, like my father had used her. I was stronger than she. "Mom, this will benefit both of us. When I win-"

"How do you know you will win, Cal? How do you know you won't die?"

"Because nobody is as smart and beautiful as I. It just isn't possible." I answered. It was so obvious an answer, I didn't see how she needed to ask the question. "So, as I was saying, " I emphasized, hoping she would get the hint that she should just listen. "When I win, I'm going to be rich and famous. You will be set for life. If you want, I'll even find dad. Now, leave so I can get this over with. It's a nuisance to speak with you." I hugged her tightly and kissed her cheek and she left.

Next came Nevro and I smiled. "Hey, brother!" I yelled. He smiled and hugged me.

"I hope you make it back Calazar." He said quietly.

I laughed, "Of course I'll make it back, Nev!" I clapped him on the back. He watched me, blue eyes wide.

"How are you so sure?" He asked curiously, not as my mother had asked me. Nevro was so shy, honest, modest, and innocent he could never be compared to my mother.

I smiled, "You doubt me?"

"I'm asking how you don't doubt yourself." He answered.

"Because I am the best." I answered easily, knowing he would accept the answer.

He nodded, smiling, "That makes sense." He shook my hand. "See you later then, Cal." He hugged me, slapping me on the back then leaving.

One more step towards fame and glory. Say goodbye to family and friends; check.

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