A/N Yes I agree with you all the last chapter was a bit rushed well not a bit ALOT. But this chapter makes up for the last one so everyone enjoy the amazing DISTRICT TEN! WOOT WOOT WOOT!

~WILL FINNAGIN~

Death.

Death is the only word that explains the reaping. It's not a selection process; it's not part of a game. There is only that one word, death. I look at all the faces in the crowd, two people in this crowd have a death sentence, probably three.

District Ten rarely has a victor. There is barley any of them.

I doubt I will be joining them, I don't want to join them, that would mean me turning into a monster.

These games will be the worst yet, young kids getting taken from their parents to die in the dreadful games.

That's why I will protect them.

I have no one in District Ten to love.

I'm all alone.

No family.

Dead.

The kids this year will get my help. Young kids don't deserve to die, they have stuff to live fore. Unfortunately, some do for one to get home.

A nice person needs to win for once. A person that isn't a monster. But everyone has a monster lurking inside them. A child needs to survive this year. But what are the odds that they will?

I have no one in this district to love, I'm a foster child.

The lady who owns the Foster home is an ugly hunchbacked bitch. She's not very nice, her personality is just as ugly as her face. She doesn't cares about us. What Shay doesn't know is that I am going to volunteer. She won't be devastated.

I am going to make sure every child in that arena is safe, I know that only one can survive, but I am going to make sure that they are protected till the end. Even if that means me dying.

I'm the oldest kid at the foster home. I help out whenever helping is needed. I get food for Shay. Cook for her. I even clean for her. And what do I get in return for doing all the work.

Zip.

Zero.

Nothing.

You would think that she would thank me for all my hard work. But no. She drinks so much that half the kids here are starving. That's why I told Brad. The second oldest that he will have to be in charge when I go into the games.

She beats the younger kids. Were all to scared to go to the justice building because if they found out about it where would we go? Live on the streets in boxes? Freeze to death? Begging on every corner? Young girls selling their bodies for money?

No we can't have that, that may even be worse than the games. At least dying in there doesn't last an eternity.

I would rather us get beaten and starve a little then have us live on the streets or give some man a little entertainment for an hour.

It's sick.

I'm just putting on my shirt as Keliko, another foster child, comes running into my room telling me we are leaving. I run down stairs with her and we all head out the door.

Shay herds us down the street to the town square. We get thrown into our 'pens' as Brad calls them. All we need to do is wait. Brad is the same age as me, he's the closest thing I have to family. We are friends and nothing will change that.

The mayor goes to the microphone and speaks away. I find it very interesting. The treaty of treason, that is. How could the capitol reinstate the Hunger Games, I don't understand. It baffles me.

Before long our escort comes out and starts to pick out names. The first a young boy named Berry Lotter. A short young boy runs to the stage I can see his black hair swaying from side to side as he runs up the steps. It stabs me in the heart knowing that a eight year old is being sent to his doom.

Next is a young girl. The escort pulls out a name and shouts out "Winter Trescott!" She walks up the steps crying, her bright whiteish blonde hair gleaming in the light. I can't stand to witness this. They're just kids!

"Don't worry kids" I hiss under my breath. "I'll help you out, I need to."

The next name that is drawn makes my jaw drop.

"Brad Garther!"

I look at my best friend to see him reluctantly walk towards the stage. He's just like me, nothing to live for, nothing to loose. But I can see he's not ready to die. However, I am.

I run past Brad and push him to the side.

"Don't worry bud I've got this." I tell him as I run up the stage. "I volunteer!" I scream loudly. I hear gasps in the crowd, but I keep my eyes focused on the escort. I glance at Brad who is wearing a stunned face. I smile at him and I can tell he is greatful. I'm going to miss Brad.

"Then what is your name then sweetie?" The escort asks politely.

"Will, Will Finnagin." I say very confidently. The escort nods and walks to the microphone to finish.

The little girl. What was her name again? Winter! Ah that's it. She's still crying. I walk over to her and grab her shoulder lightly and crouch down so that we are eye to eye.

I then speak to her. "Winter, that's your name right?" She nods slowly. "Well Winter. I'm here to help all the little kids in the games. I will make sure one of you come home alive. Is that cool?" She smiles and hugs me. I can here the crowd sigh.

I stand up and say "Berry that goes for you too don't think I wouldn't try and help you out either." He runs over too and hugs my legs.

Then right then and there is when I feel a tinge of pain in heart only one can make it home. How do I choose? It's impossible. I look up into the sky and see the camera crews.

Crap.

All this hugging and telling them I will help them win brings only one thing to my mind.

Rebellion.

I think I may have screwed district ten over. They don't want potential rebels winning the games. This just made me a target. Gamemakers will triping over one another to kill me. This will make it a challenge to help protect the kids. It will make it more dangerous for them.

Games?

How are the Hunger Games a game. Well they are a game a game of life and death.

But games are supposed to be fun.

All I know is that I won't win but a younger tribute will. That's all I want. Even if it means my death.

Death.

That's not the right word. Murder is the right word. But after all everything comes back to death.

Death.

A word that's used to commonly for my taste.

Death.

Everyone dies.

Death.

These are the Hunger Games and I will make sure one of them doesn't die.

There I go again speaking of death.

Death.

That's what life is.

Death.

We live and we die. No one can stop death it's always there. The mayor has finished his speech. Now we are herding us into the justice building, when we are finished here we will be sent on the first step to our deaths.

Death.