Three (Almost four) Years Later.
A bit of a recap on what has happened in that time, maybe?
Click is now 10-years-old. Wiress and Beetee have been married a little over two years and a half. Israphel is 17, Twitch is 16. Melt(Abby and Cord's first-born son) Is now three-ish. Bolt (Their next born who will be a VERY big part later on) is almost one. Wiress, Beetee, Dolly, Key, Lily and Locky are older. Spark is now full-grown. The 58th Hunger Games were won by Sky Grows of District Six, so he may pop into the story somewhere. And it's the Reaping for the 61st Hunger Games (Meaning Finnick will soon be joining this story.) Now does everyone remember Spark? The girl who wanted too be like Wiress? Well she and Atom are in this story. Now, I guess we'll get on to what everyone REALLY wants to see!
**W**
The sun shines in the window over the room, my eyes are partly blinded by the light as I open them. I play I'm asleep as Beetee slowly sits up and puts his glasses on. "Wiress?" He says softly, I can tell he's looking at me with those coal-black-eyes that can see my soul. "Wiress, honey, I know you're awake."
"It's Reaping day..." I mutter, looking up at his sitting form.
"I know it is, that means we have to get up." Beetee whispers, pulling me up so I'm sitting.
"No." I say, lying back down and pulling the covers over my head.
"Yes, Wiress, you have to wake up sweetie." Beetee says as he kisses my cheek.
"Fine..." I mutter, still not wanting to get up yet.
"Good girl." He says, rolling his eyes behind his glasses and getting out of bed.
I follow him out of bed and pull on the clothes I wear for Reapings. I still use the top Dolly gave me, and a skirt I picked up in the Capitol. It's weirdly not as bad as you'd think.
Me and Beetee sigh as we hear a knock on the door. Three... two... one...
"You up yet lovebirds!" Dolly shouts from the door, she knows not to open it, but still. Beetee always re-sets his traps now days, hoping it'll keep Dolly away. It doesn't.
"Yes, Dolly, we're up." Beetee shouts with a bitter half in his tone as he opens the bedroom door and leaves. I watch him go and then follow him down once I've made myself look better for the cameras.
Beetee has undone his trap and is about to open the door. "Morning, Dolly." He mutters as she and Click walk in the door.
"Morning Buzzy." Dolly says as Spark jumps up from her bed and runs over. She knows what day it is.
"Spark." I call her over before she can lick Dolly to death - I'm sure Beetee wouldn't mind that, but still. "Yup, you're..." I pat her on her head as I try to remember what I'm saying as her fur is so silky.
"Going with Click to Wiress's brother's as we're away." Beetee says as he pats Spark on the head and then puts the lead on her.
"Well, we going then?" Click asks, sounding very much like her adopted mother.
"Yes we are Clicker!" Dolly says sweetly. Patting her on the head and skipping out the door again. Click follows with a laugh.
Beetee rolls his eyes, and hands me the lead. "Wiress, kill me." He said, still smiling.
"Never." I say sweetly, kissing his cheek and following Dolly and Click with Spark.
I hear Beetee laugh as he closes and locks the door and then follows as we've slowed down to wait for him.
We drop Click and Spark off at my brother's and say hello to Melt and Bolt before we keep going, heading to the Reaping.
We hear footsteps behind us and turn to see Twitch and Israphel trying to catch up with us. We've all become very good friends. "Morning, Israphel, Twitch!" Dolly shouts as we stop to wait for them.
"Good morning." Twitch says, smiling at us she walks next to me.
"Good morning, Dolly, Beetee, Wiress." Israphel says as he walks behind us.
"Hope this Reaping goes well." Beetee mutters as we fall into silence, we're almost there when Israphel and Twitch wave goodbye and run off to get in line.
I wonder what would happen if they went in? Or even one of them.
Soot stands on the stage, gazing out at everyone and smiling. "Good morning District 3!" She shouts. No one shouts back, but a few people nod.
"Right... girls first this year I think!" Soot says, less than joyfully, putting her hand into the name bowl and pulling out a poor girl's name.
"Spark Bubbles!" That's the same name as my dog. I look up and gaze out over the girls as a small girl with black hair steps out and walks up to the stage, she smiles at me, Dolly and Beetee, and then waves to the other people. But I can see her shaking... that's when I remember the girl a few tears ago who said she wanted too be like me... no, it couldn't be her...
It's good to know Twitch is safe.
"Now, for the boys..." Soot said, putting her hand into the bowl and pulling out one slip of paper. She read the name I didn't want to hear, and now I wish I didn't know.
"Israphel Lehparsi!"
My head, along with Dolly and Beetee's shoot right to where a dark-haired 17-year-old walks out, his head down as he makes his way to the stage. Why did we let our selves get close to him?
Israphel walks on to the stage, his head still down as he stand next to the 13-year-old.
"District 3, I give you our kiddies for the 61st Hunger Games!" Soot shouts. "Shake hands."
Spark and Israphel shake hands, and I just hear Beetee whisper. "Happy Hunger Games..."
"And may the odds..." Dolly says, and as their hands break apart I say.
"Be ever in their favor." And with that, Peacekeepers take the two into the building and Soot skips off stage, waiting for us.
"Let the games begin." I hear a voice in my head speak as I follow my husband and Dolly off stage. "Let them begin, indeed..."
Nooooo! Israphel! Spark! Anyway... R&R maybe?
- Dusty.