AN. And here is part two! REVIEW PLEASE!


Funerals Part 2.

District Seven

Katie

Katie's father stands alone. He stands alone in an empty graveyard with only his daughter and his son's names on the tombs. He couldn't believe how cruel the world had been. After his son was killed, now his daughter had to be, too? Katie's father wasn't actually alone, but it his mind, he was. His whole family was gone. His wife, Laura, and his son, Willick, and his daughter, Katie. Why had his whole family died? What had he done wrong? He was a good father. He loved his children more then anything in the world, and he couldn't have adored his wife more. Laura told him to protect her children. Her last wish before she died. But no. No he had let Katie and Willick out of his grasp. He loved them so much. More then his own life. But he let them go, and he can never forgive himself for the rest of his life. He walks to Katie's grave. Her body lies cold. Her eyes are open and have turned a kind of pale blue color. Mr. Whitewolf can't bring himself to say that Katie's gone. How could she be? His little girl? She has a broad grin on her face, like always. The thing that amazed Mr. Whitewolf was how Katie always saw the light in a dark situation. She chose to be happy, even when the world was almost forcing her not to be. When her brother and mother died, for months she was depressed and in agony, but one day she woke up and told her father that she was not going to let this eat her alive. She missed them so much, but they didn't need to lose they're lives, as well. Katie was young when it happened, and so was her father, but they needed to get past it. So, he trained Katie for years. He trained her just in cause she had to go to the arena. But she did, and she lost, and there was nothing he could do about it. But he couldn't power through it, this time. Before he had a beautiful child to raise and take care of be there for, but now he had absolutely nothing. At the beginning, he loved his wife more then anything in the world. Laura was beautiful and kind and the only person who ever talked to him in High School. He had been in love with her since the very beginning. And when they got married, they had a new born baby. A little girl. The new light of his world. And a few years afterward, they had a son. He was the happiest man alive. And years after that when Willick was five, and Katie was twelve, there was a horrible fire and Willick and Laura were killed. And then, two years in the future Katie was sent to the Hunger Games. She was gone. She was gone and never, ever coming back.

"I just...I can't believe my baby is gone." He said, for the very first time.

Rest In Peace, Katie Whitewolf.

Marc

Alana sits on her knees in front of her brothers grave. Tears spill from her eyes, onto the ground. Alana doesn't say anything. She barely makes a sound. Not even a sniffle. No matter how much Alana could deny it, she loved her brother. Sure she wouldn't miss the teasing and sarcastic comments Marc gave her, but she would miss him. He never talked. He never even said a word, usually, unless he was teasing Alana, but it didn't matter anymore. He was her brother. He was someone Alana looked up to and cared about, though would never admit. Alana would miss the times when they got along. No two would ever have a better time having a conversation with each other then Alana and Marc, even though it usually ended with Marc being sarcastic and Alana rolling her eyes and making sure that Marc saw. But still, today none of that mattered. Today Alana had to say goodbye to someone who loved and cared about forever. Someone who at times was scared he would say something really offensive and make Alana really upset, but at the end of the day, he had her back. And now she was alone with they're mother. Alana didn't have many friends to begin with. He was Alana's only friend. The only person Alana even looked forward to talking to. She always loved annoying the heck out of him. They had a pretty normal little sister/big brother relationship. They were okay, but now Alana's only friend in the whole world was killed. Why was he gone? Why did her stupid big brother have such a big effect on Alana when he was dead? She didn't know and didn't want to. All she wanted to do was say goodbye and miss him. Because she could never forget him

Rest In Peace, Marc Delivaga.

District Eight.

Colleen

Amelia, Dusty, and Austin stand beside Colleen's casket. Amelia and Dusty are crying endlessly over they're sister, but Austin stands there, without saying a word. No tears fall from his eyes. Not even a sniffle escapes his mouth. He's to upset to believe this. He thought Colleen was going to win. She was so close. She was almost there. Colleen was the third tribute left in the arena, and that one girl didn't even want to kill her. Why had her hands had to be sweaty? Why had she had to fall backwards? Why didn't she make it out? They didn't want Tanita Cunshell to win. They didn't think she deserved it. Colleen had three siblings who adored her a mother who needed her. Colleen was also the one who worked the most and the one who was keeping that family alive. Without her, the Reyna family would parish. Colleen's mother thought that she had lost Austin when her husband took him away, but then he had come back. They were so happy, then. Colleen was happy. Colleen had her brother back. Austin was happy. He had his little sisters and brother back. But then, Colleen had died. The three siblings spent every waking hour in front of the TV just to make sure that Colleen was still alive. Sometimes they even couldn't sleep because they were so scared that she had died. They tried to know everything they could about where she was or what was happening. They had cried so much when Lulu Polar had died, because Colleen was so sad. They're sister was heart broken. They're mother cried when any child died. She did every year. She had four children, and when a child died, she imagined it was her own child and what the mother and father must have felt when he or she died. The three of them cried even harder when Hector Nelson had died. When it says three, it means Amelia, Dusty and they're Mother. When Austin was with his father, he was taught never to cry, and it catched on. But on the inside, he couldn't have been crying more. Colleen was they're sister and they loved her so much. She was funny and artsy and such a sweet, kind person. She had a fun personality. And she managed to keep all that when she worked every day just to keep a tiny sliver of bread on the table so her family wouldn't starve to death. Colleen had every right to be depressed and angry and not fun to be around, but she wasn't. Almost everyone in the District enjoyed Colleen's company. Well, the people that knew her, that is. The only reason some people looked forward to work was because they'd be hanging out with Colleen. But now she was dead. Now she was gone. Now Colleen was taken from life, and was for entirety going to lie in a cold dark coffin. They missed her so much. They would always miss her.

By the time they left, Austin walked to Colleen's grave.

"I told you to be smart. Why didn't you? Oh Colleen, I miss you so much! You stupid, stupid girl. Why did you have to go?" Austin asked, and for the first time in nine whole years, a tear fell from Austin's face.

Rest In Peace, Colleen Reyna.

Chris

Two people are present at Chris Ice's funeral. His abusive father, Polor, and alcoholic, suicidel mother, Leona. His father yells at the grave. He yells and yells at how stupid he is.

"You stupid boy! What the hell is freaking wrong with you?! Do you have a problem or something? I can't believe you just volunteered! What the hell?! What the bloody freaking hell?!" He screams. He lists off swear word after swear word. Some are words you should never say. The rudest words you could think of. Even his mother winces.

"What an idiot. My poor baby! What did he do to himself?!" Leona cries, very unconvincingly. She was obviously faking it. Polor gives off some seriously sexist towards women comments to Leona. Leona punches him in the gut.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Leona screams.

"What are you talking about, you wh**e?!" He yells. Leona pushes him away and starts to fake cry. Neither of them quite cared that they're only son was gone. Neither of them could see that they're son had gone through so much. He had just fought to the death. He was killed by a crazy man. He was choked to death. He had volunteered. He had suffered being a career. He had had to hurt people. He had had to try and kill people. And now he is gone. His parents never even thought twice about him. They didn't even know who he was. He had been raised by these two horrible, manipulative, back stabbing...you get the gist, but he was a good person. He was nice to people. He had helped that girl from District Four get out of the careers. Chris was a sweet, good hearted boy who had been raised by two monsters. Everyone in District Eight knew of how horrible Leona and Polor was, and were amazed that that...plus that...could make someone as nice as Chris. It was impossible for them to think. No one came to his funeral, because even though they knew and cared for Chris, they knew his parents would be there, and they did not want to get screamed at when they were mourning this sweet boys death. Instead, they all lit a candle at home and said goodbye to him there. It was a sad and painful night for a few of the people of District Eight, but for Chris's parents, it was a completely average day. A bottle of vodka, Leona threatening to kill herself, Polor hitting her and yelling, and a hang over for both in the morning. How could neither of these monsters realize that they had just lost they're son? They had lost someone who was supposed to be so important to them? But it didn't faze either of them. And it never would

Rest In Peace, Chris Ice.

District Nine.

Maria Therese

Maria Therese. Now she really was a ghost, wasn't she? Her funeral was filled. People were taking bets on if she would "Rise from the grave" or something. It was also filled of confused people, who thought she already was dead. Everyone was laughing and chattering away. Some people were making fun and saying they couldn't even see the body even though it was open-casket. No one had any idea how hard this was for Maria Therese's boyfriend and her parents. When the games had begun, Maria Therese's boyfriend, Colin, was angry at her. She was flirting and holding hands with another boy, but when she died, all that anger disappeared. It returned in sadness. He loved Maria Therese. He may not have ever told her, but he loved her. She meant so much to him. More then she'd ever know. He almost told her when he went to say goodbye, but he was stupid. He didn't. He forgot. All he could think about was the fact that this girl he adored so much was going to leave him and she was maybe going to die. He had so much hope of her return, but she didn't. She didn't return. That hurt him so much. It hurt when she kissed the other boy. He couldn't believe that she did that. Didn't she love him? But when she died, none of that mattered. If Maria Therese came back to him and told him that she loved him, he would have forgotten the other boy in a second. But it didn't matter, in the end. She was gone. She was dead. Colin loved her. Colin had spent that whole three months they were together adoring her and trying to make her love him back. It never worked. She did care about him, but not as much as he cared about her. After he started dating Maria Therese, he never looked at another girl. Even though no one else in the District thought so, he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the whole world. And apparently, so did that boy she fell in love with. Why did she fall in love with him? He didn't spend an entire year trying to get up the nerve to ask her out, and he didn't adore her endlessly. He couldn't have loved her as much as Colin had. And he didn't know how it felt now she was gone. Gone. Gone. He kept hearing people snickering and giggling. He couldn't stand it anymore.

"What is wrong with you?! A girl is dead! A kind, gentle sweet girl who was so upset and sad every time someone made fun of her! She was just an ordinary girl! She was so nice, and you were to busy thinking of her as dirt to realize that! Now the those of you who are here to laugh and make jokes about her, leave now! The those of you who are actually mourning over the fact that she died, stay!" Colin screams. He starts to cry ever harder. He wished that it was open casket, but she body was to damaged. He wished for her to come back. For him to be able to hold her in his arms when she had a bad day. But he knew his best friend, and girlfriend was dead. No matter how much he loved, and still did love her, it didn't even change a thing.

Rest In Peace, Maria Therese Rushman.

Shayde

Chandler, Leo and Ian stand at Shayde's grave. Chandler is shakily crying. Leo is wiping tears from his eyes, even though they keep flooding a second after he wiped them. And Ian is on his knees, trying not to make a sound. Chandler, Ian, and Leo are alone at Shayde's funeral. Leo wonders why that girl that Shayde liked so much years ago isn't there. Irene. Shayde used to have the biggest crush on a pretty dark haired and brown eyed girl named Irene Hooper. She was nice to him. They thought she was his friend, too. But then again, Shayde had fallen for that other girl. Maria Therese. Maybe Irene was mad? Probably. None of the boys could even believe he was gone. He was they're best friend. He was so much fun to hang out with. Shayde wasn't supposed to die. He was to kind and caring and...how could he be dead? Shayde was sweet and he always helped them out. Both Ian and Leo only thought of how they lost a dude that was fun to hang out with, and it was more like he was moving away and never coming back, instead of the awful truth, that he was dead. Only Chandler realized that he was really gone. That he was dead. Shayde had been there for him so many times when he had trouble with girls and he had been there for him. They were best friends. They had been through so much together. When Shayde's family died, Leo and Chandler's sister, Uma, was also killed. Leo had spent weeks with Ian, grieving his sisters death, but Chandler went to Shayde's. Shayde Had got him through the fact that his sister was gone. He had helped Chandler more then he had helped anyone, and now he was gone. How was it possible for someone he cared about so much to be dead? He best friend, Shayde Raye, is dead. And he blamed that girl from Eight. Colleen Reyna. He was so glad she died. After killing Shayde, Colleen didn't deserve to win. And luckily for them, she didn't. After a second, they heard somebody else walking into the Graveyard. It was a young fair girl. She was very pretty with long black hair and hazel eyes. She was weeping. Chandler thought he was in pain, but when he saw the girl, he questioned himself. It was Irene. He thought she wouldn't come. Irene sat down at the Grave and cried. Chandler turned to Leo and Ian. They said that they were going home. It was to hard for them. Chandler gave them a dirty look, because he didn't want to be alone with Irene. He didn't know what to do when there is a crying girl. Leo and Ian left before Chandler could fight with them. Chandler shrugged and walked to Irene.

"I just wished...I hadn't cut him out...of my life...it's to late...now!" Irene sobbed.

"I know how you feel. I wish I said goodbye to him properly" Chandler said, still crying. Irene looked at him and hugged him.

"Chandler, don't leave now...I need...a friend" Irene said.

"Okay" Chandler said, patting her back. Well, maybe this funeral wasn't as bad as it could be.

Rest In Peace, Shayde Raye.

District Ten.

Tanita Cunshell isn't present at Saun Razen's funeral. She is still to mad at him. She didn't care that he had been in love with her. She didn't care that after she rejected him, he went crazy and killed everyone. She didn't care that he was dead. He would always be the crazy boy who threatened her Glace. She hated herself now. Tanita needed to be taken care of before, but now it was even more real. Tanita had killed people. Tanita had fallen madly in love, and then watched her die. She didn't want to go to some guys funeral who threatened someone she cared so deeply about. He meant nothing to her. She would always hate him. He was the enemy. She didn't care that for the last month Saun spent alive that he cared to much about her. He had tried to kill Glace multiple times and he expected that it would be okay with Tanita. Well, it wasn't. And Tanita was not going to his funeral. Even if the Peace Keepers had to break down her door and force her to, she'd fight and run. She had killed once, and she could do it again. She would never go to the funeral of that monster. He was nothing to her, except the boy who tried to kill the girl she loved. And if anyone expected that Tanita would go, then hell, they should have had a Mutt kill her and let that Maria Therese or Colleen win instead.

Live Long And Prosper, Tanita Cunshell (AN. I'm sorry, okay! I don't know what else to say! Though I meant about the LLaP thing, not how Tanita reacted. Wouldn't you react the same if a man had threatened the person you loved life? Anyway, on to Saun's funeral!)

Saun

Many people are present at Saun's funeral. To many, Saun had touched they're heart and broke it as well. To the people of District Ten, it was surprising that the Victor wasn't there. People were saying things like this:

"What kind of a person wouldn't show up at they're own partners funeral?" And more, though most used swears and offensive words that probably shouldn't be written down. Everyone mourned the passing of Saun, but one especially. Gwendolyn Razen, Saun's older sister. Gwendolyn had been crying ever since Saun had volunteered for himself. Gwendy (her nickname that Saun gave her when he forgot her name) knew that Saun wouldn't survive. Gwendy was so protective of Saun forever, and she knew she should have volunteered. It just wasn't fair to have let her die like that! Saun was so vulnerable without her. And it was harder for her when she watched him kill those children. How could the games have turned someone as sweet as her brother into this horrible animal? Gwendy didn't understand it. She hated watching it when he fell in love with that girl. He had often fell for pretty girls like that. A thing that only Gwendy and Saun knew was before the accident, Saun had been madly in love with a girl named Tally. Tally was tall and pretty who had black skin and frizzy black hair. She looked so much like Tanita. But Tally grew older, and soon she had grown old enough to not have her name in the Reaping Bowl, and once that happened, Tally got married to a man named Jinx. Gwendy knew that Saun thought Tanita was Tally, or maybe he just missed her. Either way, she wished she could tell Tanita that. Tell her that Saun wasn't harassing her in his mind, he was harassing Tally. To him, Tally had changed her name and her look slightly. And her personality, but we probably shouldn't go there... anyway, Gwendy wondered why Tally wasn't even present. Didn't Tally care at all? Before the accident, Tally like Saun, as well. Maybe Tally didn't even care anymore. Rude, Gwendy thought. Tally didn't deserve him if she wouldn't even show up to his funeral. Gwendy cried and cried for hours on end. She had worked so hard to keep him safe. To keep him away from the cruel world that it was. To try and trick him and say that there was no Hunger Games. Obviously it didn't work, since that he was dead, now. Gwendy couldn't, and wouldn't believe that someone had actually had the nerve to kill her brother. Could they not see how much pain he was in already? Could they not see that Gwendy had needed him to come home to her? Gwendy's whole life was surrounded by her brother, and now that he was gone, they took away her life. Could they not even see how seriously this was? She knew that rules of the games and she knew that everyone had to die, but she still had hope that that wouldn't have to be Saun. But it was. Saun was gone. Saun was dead. Saun was never coming back. He was gone,k Leaving Gwendy pretty much dead herself. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. Ever. Gwendy heard the clicking of high heels behind her. She looked at saw Tally. Tally walked up to her shakily. She was holding a new born baby in her arms.

"I do care, okay? I know everyone thinks I don't care about Saun but I do. And I'll prove it. This is Saun, my baby" Tally said, and placed a kiss on the top of her child's head.

Rest In Peace, Saun Razen.

District Eleven.

Nyssa

"Here lies Nyssa, that little twit that we were forced to take care of. What a stupid excuse for a stepdaughter. Not even technically a Stepdaughter since it was my sister's little imp. My niece. My little pain in the neck. And thank the lord she's gone" Nyssa's aunt Lillian chanted.

"Won't you miss her at all? I know I will. She was fun to antagonize" Nico chirped.

"Nope. Not really. I didn't need another mouth to feed. I'm glad with my adorable little son!" Lillian said, kissing his head. She raised her nose at the tomb. Nyssa didn't deserve to have everything she did. She was a selfish brat. She never let her son play with the cat.

"So when are we going to Millie's funeral, anyway?" Nico chirped.

"Well, now is okay" His mother said. The two of them went home to bury Nyssa's cat, Millie, who had died just the day before she did. When they got there, the funeral lasted longer then Nyssa's, and there were more tears shed, more mourning, and more love then they ever gave to Nyssa.

Rest In Peace, Nyssa Optin.

Sisco

The place is packed at Sisco's funeral. Barely anyone knew him, but it was so rare to have a Career in District Eleven that everyone was so interested to find out about him. People were crying because of the loss of such handsome young man. The girls were crying, mostly. Obviously, none of them even watched the games. People all around were weeping and blowing they're nose. Obviously none of them knew of the danger and cruelty that Sisco had going on in his mind when he was in the arena. No one (not even his parents) knew how sick and horrible Sisco was. He had killed many innocent people for sport. It didn't matter to them that in Sisco's mind he was plotting to kill again when he got home. No one knew the boy. No one knew how cruel and treacherous he was. Sisco had killed his District partner, killed a few others, and complained later on about not being able to kill anyone else. He was killed by his ally. He was killed by that sly girl who was now hated throughout the District. Dawn. How could she was done that to that poor boy? He was already injured, wasn't he? She let him die in fear and pain! Shouldn't she be the one who died that day? Shouldn't she have died as sadly as Sisco? No one even realized how horrible and painful Dawn's death was. They were to fazed on how Sisco was a Career to even realize that he had killed a lot of people. They completely forgot about Nyssa who was having a funeral just across the Graveyard. No. They were invested in how interesting Sisco was. Sisco deserved to win. District Eleven deserved a Victor. Didn't they? Didn't they deserve someone as noble and trustworthy as Sisco to bring home the gold? Well, maybe! Who knows!

Rest In Peace, Sisco Novalee.

District Twelve

Lainee

Many tears are shed at Lainee's funeral. Why did she have to die? She died so suddenly, and she died with that boy who was supposed to protect her. Why didn't be black that knife that was thrown at her? Why didn't the girl safe her? They were supposed to be protecting Lainee, and they let her die! Her mother wept for a long time. Her father wasn't even there! He couldn't get a ride in from District Two for his own daughters funeral! It wasn't fair! His daughter had died and he couldn't get off his freaking work to go there where his daughter lay dead. He was a horrible excuse for a brother. His uncle was turned into an Avox and he got so stupid and paranoid that he left his family. Now Lainee's mother was all alone with her dead daughter to be reminded of and her husband in District Two. Lainee was supposed to be alive! Lainee was supposed to be there to distract her mother from the fact that her husband hand abandoned they're family to not be embarrassed. Wasn't it more embarrassing to leave your young daughter and wife then to have your uncle be turned into an Avox? Lainee's mother just sat by herself crying. No one around her even noticed she was there. Lainee was such a good person. Yes she was a brat at times, and she was incapable of doing anything for herself really, but Lainee was a good distraction. She needed to be taken care of. She couldn't have been more over joyed that her District Partner had been trying to save her the whole time. He had been protecting her. That was exactly what Lainee needed. Her mother would forever be grateful to the wonderful boy who put her life before his during the entire time Lainee was in the Arena. He gave his life to save her. He gave his life to avenge her. And now, just like Lainee, he was dead. He was dead and never, ever coming back, like her daughter. None of these deaths were even a little bit fair. Both were so young and didn't deserve to die. Both were just little children. When Lainee's mom looked at them, she saw two little six year olds, but two six year olds fighting for they're lives. It was horrible. It was sad. It wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. Nothing, nothing nothing, nothing! Why did she have to lose everyone she cared about? Why did everyone die? What had she done? Was she a killer in her last life of there was one? Did the fates of life want to get her back? If there is a God, was it trying to punish her? She didn't know, and she didn't really want to find out.

Rest In Peace, Madeline (Lainee as we know her) Crest.

Nox

Nox's brother, mother and father, and his best friend Thaddeus. No one else really knew Nox very well. He was always so secretive and independent after his brother died. He only was friends with Thaddeus afterward. His brother didn't even know him anymore, but he felt obligated to come. Nox was his brother, and even though he didn't know him anymore, he used to know him. His mother sobbed for hours. The is it that she lost two of her children? Two people that she put her life before anyone elses? People she promised to protect with her life? People she and her husband had created and raised and loved with every fiber of they're being? They loved they're children. They missed they children who were gone. It was to much for Nox to die, now! He had worked so hard and after his brother's deaths, he had shut everyone out. He was unhappy. He was sad and terrified and he even volunteered for his best friend, then gave is life once a little girl he wanted to protect was killed. He was a hero. After that little girl died, why didn't he win? Why didn't they let him win? He would've made a extraordinary Victor. He deserved it more then any of the other people. He was different. He volunteered to save his friend. He volunteered to save Thaddeus's life. Thaddeus feels responsible. He feels like he should he the one lying dead in front of them. He feels like Nox never should have volunteered because he didn't know it would be this painful when he died. It would be better if he were dead, not Nox. Thaddeus had less to live for. He had a little brother, yes, and a mom, but they would be better off without him. He didn't do any work and he was a burden. Nox worked so hard. Nox lost his brothers. Nox had a mother and father and brother who loved him so much, even if no one knew him. He had so much to live for, and Thaddeus didn't. He wished he could take it all back. Not have been scared. Told Nox to not volunteer if Thaddeus got reaped. It would be so much better. It would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it? Thaddeus kept wondering and wondering, and it was eating him alive. Maybe Thaddeus deserved to be dead.

Rest In Peace, Nox Ephraim.


AN. Okay, there it is! Next is Tanita's life. Review, guys! PLEASE!