Last one; fuck yeah.
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District 13
Delilah's eyes widened, jaw dropping, eyebrows furrowing. I blinked, and found myself slightly shorter and curvier. I shoved the slightly longer hair out of my face, scowling to myself. Fiona. Why now?
Anxiously, I laughed, and Delilah frowned even more. "Uh, look at that. My sister must have altered, showing off or something." Delilah blinked, confused more. I scratched my head, smiling.
"Wait, are you that set of twins that can change genders?" With a wrinkled nose, I nodded. Delilah's lips quivered and she smacked a hand over her mouth. Suddenly, a snort of laughter escaped. Her blonde head doubled over in laughter. "That's just..." She couldn't finish, choking on her own laughter.
Gruffly, I shoved passed her. Fiona, I'm on the verge of getting this girl when I have to change. Normally, it's kind of fun to just switch over, it freaks people out. But not when I'm talking to a smoking hot chick who likes dudes.
I traveled down the tunnels lit by the lamps. An orange glow casted over my feet, glinting slightly on the metal doors set out at equal distances. You think about it, this place is like a creepy underground hotel. Fun.
Several guys winked and cat-called at me as I walked. The power can be creepy at times, mainly to those who aren't aware of it. I twisted on my heel, pounding on Room 624.
"Open up, Fee." I shouted. The latch shifted and the sound of heavy metal grinding on rusted metal made me clench my teeth.
Fiona is my sister. But at the moment, she was my brother.
"What's wrong?" she/he asked. I glared, crossing my arms.
"I finally get a chance to nail Delilah West, and you screw it up by changing over!" Fiona smothered a smile, nervousness playing in her eyes. Dad says we can control our abilities with a trigger in our brain, I honestly have no fucking idea he usually starts talking and it just rambles altogether. A biology teacher as a father doesn't always work out well. Fiona can understand him but when I listen it's basic blah, blah, blah, Ip pay attention, blah.
My eyes narrowed. "You know, you're a boy, so I have all license to beat you up. And even though I'm a girl, I can still whoop your ass." She/he stepped, shrinking back into a girl. This made me convert back to a boy. Okay, how to explain it; it's like I go through sudden puberty in about five seconds, and become a boy. It's an awkward change, like how puberty is. Still fun as hell, it's just this sudden rush, sort of like adrenaline.
"Sorry, I was writing," not this crap again, "and I was trying to get into the boys' perspective."
I slicked up the spikes at the beginning of my hair line. "Is it that play again?" She nodded, rubbing her pen marked hands together as she checked her watch.
"The reaping starts in ten." Mom was helping set up, while Dad had gone to a student's pod for extra help. Mussing up my sister's hair, she nudged her glasses indignantly up her nose, reaching back in momentarily to snatch up her journal.
We walked on, heading towards the elevator.
Bobbin Rowels, District 13 Escort (And Slight Creeper Dude)
This place honestly sucks. Thank Panem, the reapings take place above ground. I would die from those cramped spaces. The cameras circled around, working out tests and my make-up squad circled around me like pigeons.
"We're on in five, four, three, two-" a camera man pointed at me and I nodded calmly, playing up the sexy angle. Some random kid in the crowd shouted, "ONE!" I scowled out, composing myself in time for the beginning speech to be read. Finally, after forever (move it, old man) I stepped up the microphone.
"Who's ready for the Games, District Thirteen?" Heavy glares casted out at me and I laughed along. I love my job.
Punching a hand to the bottom, I gathered a slip in my hands. Neatly printed, I cleared my throat. "Fiona C. Flycactus!" A tall brunette slipped out from the sixteen year old section. I frowned at the glasses, but as she came closer and into better view, I smiled slyly to myself. This chick was smoking. She's definitely worked out a bit, and had a sick body to her. Baggy clothes hung limp on her body. Sweetheart, tighter clothes and there will be a line of sponsors for you.
She cracked her knuckles, eyes drifting up to me. Lose the glasses to, I'd definitely... okay, moving on.
I grabbed the boys slip but the mayor walked up to me, his head shaking. "We have a problem here."
My face dropped. What the fuck was this guy doing? "Um, what do you mean sir?"
"This young lady's power is unique and it breaks basic rules for the Games." Rules? A boy and girl are reaped from every district. All they have to do is not eat the other tributes. What, does she feast on human flesh? That's hot.
"So, what, she gets thrown back?" The mayor shook his head, Fiona's eyes widening in hope before crashing down again.
"No, there's actually someone who can counteract it." His finger trailed on a clipboard, mouth leaning into the microphone. I snatched the board from him, reading the name.
"Ippetra Z. Flycactus." A sibling duo. As the boy strode forward, I saw that they were twins. He was even more muscled than his sister, wearing a sleeveless shirt and dress pants. These two were definite lookers. I couldn't help but stare at the girl.
As he glared slightly at his sister, I snorted with laughter. "You're name is Ippetra?" He glared at me.
"It's Ip, fucktard." Ooh, he's got some kick to him. I like them. Hot girl, fighting boy, what could go wrong?
The mayor stepped back and they were requested to display their powers. My smiled sank and I felt a little queasy. I thought the girl was hot. And now I think the brother is hot. Fuck me.
Fiona C. Flycactus, District 13
I chewed my lip anxiously. Ip shrugged sideways at me, giving my hand a quick squeeze before we were escorted back into a closed off building for goodbyes. The escort shook his head grudgingly, glancing at us every now and then before shamefully looking down again.
I guess the whole "Sex Change" power threw him off. It can. At first he titled his head, confused. "So, what, you end up looking like the other?" But then he leaned closer watching how our faces don't exactly match how the other's appeared at first.
"Uh, I'm still Fiona," I said, my voice lower now. His nose wrinkled up.
"So, you're a dude now?"
Ip leaned forward, smirking. He/she tapped the escort on the nose. "Pretty much hot stuff." That guy looked ready to puke.
As we walked away, me back in girl form, Ip leaned in, still smirking. "I think he got a boner when I did that. Loser." My lips curled in disgust but I stared on ahead.
We seperated out and Mom and Dad came to say goodbye to me first. I guess, losing both kids, they were taking it hard. Dad's hand traced my back, Mom's fingers combing my hair.
"Stay strong, okay? And stay together. You're both athletic and can run fast. And as much as Ip may hate to admit it, he need your brains." He patted my knee, his hazel eyes staring at me through thick lenses.
I remember Dad reading biology textbooks to me when I went to sleep. See, he thinks that our minds, Ip and myself, have an enhanced control of our endocrine system. Our bodies can produce both female and male hormones, which are secreted, depending on what gender we choose. One fact he can't work out is how, if I were to become a boy, Ip becomes a girl. Ip becomes a girl, I automatically become a boy. It can be awkward, and really messy if we happen to be using the bathroom(I won't go into detail with that).
I hugged my parents, my heartracing. I'm going into the Mutant Games. With my brother. And not both of us can survive.
Opening my palm, I traced a finger in a circle, thinking about the promise Ip made to me when we first discovered our abilities, and before he had been a complete jerk. I have no idea if he'll still fufill this promise but it's nice to know it's here.
"We'll we together to the end, Fee. We're like that swirly symbol."
"A yin yang?"
"Yeah, that, whatever." His finger twirled in a circle in the palm of my hand. I drew that picture everywhere, on almost every page of my journals. Deep down, he's still my brother who used to be nice. I see him every now and then. I wonder if he'll finally make an appearance in the Games.
I said goodbye to a few close friends. For awhile, I sat there alone, Ip saying goodbye to his multiple girlfriends. Pulling out my book, I wrote a shaky few sentences.
Jade wriggles in the older girl's grip. From months in that cell, her muscles have grown weak. Her attacker's angry face hovers above her own and she chokes out in fear. "You're dead!" the girl shouts. The former Career rips her shoulder away from her friends grip as he tries to pull her away. "You thought getting blown up was bad? I'm gonna fucking kill you!"
No, none of these people understood. She wasn't her. She was-
"Time to go, Miss." The Peacekeeper nodded towards me. I packed away my story. Maybe I'll finish it one day. Most likely I won't.
Okay, officially done. I honestly liked these two, they're unique. And I couldn't help but add that small bit. Keep certain readers going nuts, I can tell. If you have no idea what I'm talking about, don't worry, it's an inside thing.