...discLAMEr: The Hunger Games? They aren't mine. Okay?

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Rory's POV

I stare at the television as it flares into life. I watch as the chariots roll out, one by one. Watch as the District 12 Chariot comes out of the big, heavy wooden doors. Listen to the uproar the crowd makes as Peeta and Delilah stand strong again, for the second year in a row.

I stare, thinking that it could have been me. It should have been me...

Gale is begging with Effie Trinket to take my place. "I volunteer!" Peeta yells, and I look at him in complete horror. Effie Trinket leaves to make a phone call, and returns. I cling tightly on to Prim's hand, never letting go.

"District 12's male tribute this year is..." She pauses for a dramatic effect, and I want to scream 'Just tell us you idiot!' I don't, but she tells us anyway.

"Peeta Mellark!" Mine and Gale's mouths drop open in shock, one of us were sure we were going to lose a brother.

"And his female counterpart is..." She ruffles a piece of paper, and I feel my heart drop. Just because I'm safe doesn't mean Prim is.

"Delilah Arryn!" I hug Prim tightly, tears dripping down my face. Safe. We are both safe.

The crowd mummers in shock, and I hear someone shout. "But she isn't from 12!"

Effie Trinket, apparently, was expecting this outburst. "She has had District 12 citizenry for almost one full year. She is now qualified to be reaped."

"But she is mentoring 5!"

"She is District 5's victor. Now, District 12's tribute. A hovercraft is transporting her now, and she will be replaced as the mentor for District 5."

"Past Victors can go in now, then?"

This crowd is determined to trip Effie Trinket up, but she is well prepared and one step ahead of the Game.

"As it is a Quarter Quell, previous rules have been revoked. The reaping age no longer stands, and it doesn't matter how many times you have been in the Games now."

The crowd is silent, until the buzz of a hovercraft alerts us of Delilah's arrival. She walks from the back of the parting crowd, where the hovercraft dropped her off and walks to the stage, head held high.

"And with that, I give you Peeta Mellark and Delilah Arryn, tributes of District12!"

Not one person claps.

I watch the boy and girl who have sacrificed themselves for me. Me and Prim. She is sat next to me, tears dripping gown her cheeks. I pull her close, and she curls up against me, huddled together on the couch in the house of a girl who might be dead in weeks.

Safe. I think. We are safe. For now...

Delilah's POV

As the chariot rolls out into the City Circle, I can't help but think of how my situation was so different last year. I thought I was going to die. I thought I had to. But no.

Not this year.

This year, I am coming home.

We all are. I am going to make sure of it.

Suddenly, I flashback to a conversation Prim, Peeta and I had.

"Katniss. She's alive." Peeta said, whispering in a tone that shows he can't believe it, he could get her back. "What?" I gasped. Alive! "President Snow visited him...he said that if you stopped the rebellion, we could have her back."

"Me? I have to stop? The Rebellion? The speeches?" I stammer out. I have to put out the fire I have started to get her back.

Peeta and Prim nod, and tears fill my eyes. "I can't. We can't. We have to keep going for Katniss! To beat the Capitol! We can't stop now!"

Peeta and Prim look at me in shock, in horror.

"No? You won't save her?" Peeta asks, but Prim is nodding in understanding.

"Your right. It's your decision, we were just...hoping." And then the little girl, the little sister of the girl who's life I could save, dragged out her big sister's boyfriend, who was screaming obscienities at me...

I have a plan.