District Two Reapings

District 2, Reaping Day

Rhyo Flint

Rhyo awoke for her slumber bright and early on the reaping day in District 2. It was her time. She was going to volunteer, and kill kill kill.

She made her way to the basement of her enormous house, where her gym was.

She started hitting a punching bag, and after 7 punches it broke.

'New record' she thought. The last record was 11 punches.

She decided she had enough of the bags and moved to the throwing knife area. She took three knives per target, and each target had a picture on it.

*Thunk* a knife went in the head of a target with a picture of her mother.

*Thunk* the stomach of her father.

All the other targets didn't have any pictures, because she knew no one else. She never went to school because when she was three she tore a frog's limbs off piece, by piece, by piece. Her father saw her do it and decided against school.

When she was five, her parents gave her another shot at normalcy, and bought her a fish. Rhyo had sushi for dinner that night.

At age seven, Rhyo's parents gave her another try, this time with a horse. Five minutes later, it was moving target practice.

When Rhyo was growing up, her parents told her many times that she would be dead, except murder was illegal. Rhyo then had the bright idea to enter the games, and trained for it every day since.

Her parents moved all of her stuff into the basement, and put in a training center so they didn't have to send her to the academy. Rhyo had to teach herself though, because her parents didn't want to risk human life.

The moment she volunteered would be the best moment of her life, being able to kill, at max, 23 other people. She would terrorize everyone and bury knives in their bodies.

She would tear some apart, limb by limb.

She would torture them, make them suffer.

If she could have sex with death, she would totally go for it.

She looked at the time and decided to leave. She caught a look in the mirror, but decided against changing. The next victor of District 2 shouldn't bother herself by looking good.

She pricked her finger on the DNA thingy and made her way to the girl group. She snarled at a couple rich girls before getting to the front.

The escort made his way to the stage. "Hello 2! How are you guys doing today, just kidding, I don't care. Let's get this over with so I can eat!" His name was Johnny Queen, and he was probably the only person Rhyo could tolerate.

"Ladies first! Andrea Simmons!" He pulled out.

"I volunteer!" She yelled, adrenaline rushing through her veins.

"Oh great! Another one," Queen muttered.

Rhyo made her way onto the stage while Johnny pulled the man's name out of the bowl.

"Wes Fields," he said.

"I volunteer!" A boy said. He was tall. Really tall. Rhyo would enjoy toying with him.

The two tributes of District Two shook hands, and soon after a peacekeeper led her to the goodbye rooms where her parents were waiting. "15 minutes," he said.

Her father started the 'goodbyes'. "Good riddance! I'm so happy you volunteered! I can't wait to watch you die!" He was a very 'get to the point' kind of guy.

"Now now Pyro, she is still our daughter," her mother said in her defense.

"Oh please, mom. I could care less. It's just going to be your faces I see when I stab these losers." Rhyo said.

"You shouldn't kill everything, you know. It's rude," her mother replied.

"But they're annoying. And it's fun," Rhyo responded. "Now can you guys leave, I have a train to catch."

Her mother led the way out the door and on their way out her father raised his middle finger at Rhyo. She kindly returned the gesture.

Rhyo practically bounced onto the train. 'This is going to be fun' she thought.

Elling Wells

District Two, Reaping Day

Elling awoke from his slumber on Reaping Day feeling like crap. He felt groggy, and that was not what he wanted to feel like on the day for him to volunteer.

When Elling was six, his family owned a store. This was the height of their wealth though, because soon rumors of his mother cheating on his father with Sean Skyler, one of the richest men of the district, arose. Soon they were found to be true, and their families' reputation was ruined. They used what money was left to send Elling to the training center so he could volunteer.

Elling was definitely not the person who should've won the Men's Tournament that year. He was tall, standing at 6'6, but didn't have much muscle. He guessed all the boys took a lazy year or something, because he won. Sure, he put in a hell lot of work, and had enough determination to fuel the train for 3 years, but he wasn't exactly ruthless. Nevertheless, he won, even beating his friend, Cloelius, who was in his final year of being able to volunteer, being 18.

He didn't know who won the female side, but he knew it wouldn't matter because the crazy girl from the Flint residence was volunteering, and no one wanted to get on her bad side. The stories that went around the district about her were enough to tell Elling to stay the hell away. It seemed that's what everyone else thought as well.

He got out of bed and put some khakis on. 'Which shirt' he thought. He decided on a purple button-down shirt. He put some dress shoes on and found himself on the way to the town square, to meet his friends.

He reached the square, and saw Cloelius and Raya.

Cloelius waved at him to join them. When he got there, the two friends of his were in a conversation about how long Elling would last.

"I think crazy bitch will stab him just because she could." Cloelius said. He was a great friend.

"Nonsense! He'll at least make it to the final four, then he'll probably be killed by some loser from the outer districts," his other friend, Raya said. He was severely questioning his choice of friends at the moment.

The three of them laughed together, and Elling wondered, for a brief second, if this was the last time they would laugh together.

Elling was poor, poorer than a lot of people, maybe the poorest if it wasn't for Raya's family. Each year the Academy takes three people in for free, Raya was one of them. Her parents could barely afford food every night. She may have been the only person Elling truly felt sorry for, so he took her under his wing. They truly thought of each other as siblings.

Cloelius was different. He and Elling had been friends since Ellings family had to move closer to the Nut, where both their parents worked. When they were younger, the two boys ran to the trees of the mountains, raced, climbed, and did anything they could competitively.

The bells chimed, signaling the Reaping. "See you in the goodbye room!" Cloelius shouted to Elling. They chuckled as each of them found their designated age groups.

"Hi folks! How are you doing today? Just kidding, I don't care. Let's get this over with!" Johnny Queen, the district escort said. Elling had mixed feelings about the man, but decided to put them on hold, he had to survive two weeks with him after all.

Johnny played the video from the capital as per usual, and once he was finished Elling perked up a tad.

"Time to get started! Ladies first. Andrea Simmons!" Queen called out.

"I volunteer!" A voice said. She walked on the stage in some shitty clothes that looked sweaty. She had long black hair that went to her hair, and Elling may have spent more than a second looking at her curves.

"Congratulations lady, what's your name?" Queen asked, clearly looking bored.

"Rhyo Flint! The next victor of District Two!"

'Not on my watch' was the first thought that went through Ellings head.

"That's great honey. Now for the boys! Wes Fields!"

"I volunteer!" Elling shouted. He walked onto the stage and shook Johnny's hand.

"Good job bud, now what's your name?"

"Elling Wells."

Johnny gave a humph of recognition, "Okay then, shake hands."

Elling reluctantly obliged, and when he looked into the eyes of his partner, he saw the most beautiful eyes ever. They were blue, and changed to gray. They really popped against her pale skin and red lips.

He shook hands with Rhyo and a peacekeeper led them to the goodbye rooms. Elling sat down and his parents came through the door.

"Elling you're going to do great! Come back home to us son." His father, Gaius, started.

"Son, this is really honorable, trying to fix my mistake. But please don't let it kill you, I need you back here at home." His mother said, around the same time.

"It's okay guys, I'll be back in a few weeks. Just save some watermelon for me." Elling joked.

The family laughed, "Okay, Ell, just, come home, please." His mother said.

They all hugged and then his friends came.

"Hey man, don't forget those tips on taking down a big guy with a close range weapon Jules taught us, maybe you'll actually hit something." Cloelius said.

"Sure, and maybe you'll get a girlfriend. You know I'm probably the weakest strength guy out of our age group."

"You're probably still stronger than the other non-career district tributes," Cloelius said.

Raya just sat there watching the exchange between the age old friends. The two made eye contact and Elling felt sad for his sister-like figure. She also wanted to volunteer, and probably would. She is way better at almost everything than Elling is. His last wish for the two of them was for her to win her games.

"Oh, by the way, I bought this for today," Raya said, handing him a silver band, simple, yet it meant a lot.

"Thanks Ray, it means a great deal to me," Elling said.

Just then, the peacekeeper came, taking the friends out of the room. Elling boarded the train, thinking about what he just gave up in order to right his mother's wrongs.

Rhyo

She walked up to the train, ready to meet her mentor and torment the tall boy. She was already ready to win, and why not have some fun as well. The previous victors were having a conversation, so Rhyo made it her goal to find the boy.

She saw him in the dining car, stacking his plate with food. She smiled 'this will be fun'

"So dead meat, do you plan on taking the mantle of leader for the careers, or should I?" Rhyo said.

"Umm, I was just going to let everyone else choose, I'm not picky."

Rhyo let out a hmph. He was no fun. She would just have to up her game.

"Well, we'll settle that matter when we have the rest of the careers. So, how would you like to die? Knife to the back? Arrow in the throat? Or you could let me have my way with you. It will be very pleasing, for me at least."

He genuinely looked scared at that, and eyed the door. Rhyo turned around to see what he was looking at. It was Paige Turner, the Babe of the Capital. Rhyo scoffed. He was a boy after all.

The mentors came in after that. Paige, as well as Dane Smith and High Hughes, who won back to back games.

"Alrighty kids, we're going to mix it up a bit this year," Paige started, "Elling, I'm going to be your mentor. Rhyo, you get Dane."

Rhyo was a tad bit pissed. She was supposed to be the pretty one on the train. She was supposed to distract the boy and keep him from learning anything. Instead, he gets the one person that could teach him, and look good doing it.

Paige and Elling went to a different room, whereas High went off to his room. He technically still had to be in the capital to get sponsors, but that didn't mean he had to have anything to do with the tributes themselves.

"Come on Rhyo, let's leave this car before Johnny gets here, he usually hogs all the meat anyway," Dane, her new mentor, said.

"It's okay Dane, I don't need any guidance. I'll be fine, plus all I've been able to do all my life was practice for these. That and I might put a knife in you, and you're too pretty for that."

"Suit yourself," Dane said as he followed High.

Rhyo made her way to her room and decided to nap for the rest of the short train ride to the Capital.

Elling

"So, Elling, tell me about yourself. Anything I need to know? Allergies, fears, etc." Paige was telling him.

When they called Paige the Babe of the Capital they really didn't lie. He thought his partner was pretty, but this was beauty at its finest.

"Umm, I don't trust very easily. I also am fairly weak physically, I prefer long range. I also can't see very well, but I never got glasses. And sometimes my eyes blow things out of proportion, like huge couches, tables the size of houses, buttes the size of mountains."

"Well, that's not as bad as I thought. Some of those could be considered strengths. Also, you're pretty fair to look at, use that."

"Got it," Elling replied. 'This is going to be a wild ride.'

AN: So I know it's been a while, but I've been waiting for more tributes. I doubt I'll have District Three out tonight, but I'm aiming for tomorrow night. No promises though. Also, this week shouldn't be as bad as next, but I've got a bunch of band stuff these next two weeks, so don't count on much. I'll try to finish reapings by this weekend, but I kind of need the rest of the tributes for that, so please send in. Also, per 4 districts I will be doing a poll on which tribute everyone likes the most. Said tribute, let every four districts, will be getting 100 points for me to use for them. Send in more tributes!