Hey, guys! Here's the first Reapings! Aren't you excited? I am. The tributes are now official, and I am trying really hard to keep myself from planning the Bloodbath. Luckily (for you guys), I only have a few definite ideas, as only 4 tributes were submitted as Bloodbaths. So therefore, I get to select more! Yay!

First off, a disclaimer. I don't own the Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins does, nor do I own Geometry Dash. I own quite a few characters in this story, but I own almost none of the tributes, just their time in the Arena and their deaths, and a few other things. The tributes belong to their respectful FanFictioneers. (Yes, I made that up) So, without further ado, the Reapings for District 1.


Chapter 3

Reapings Part One

Marcus Caelum, Age 17, District 1

"Come on, Marcus! The Reapings are today!" A young, high pitched voice screamed from the edge of my consciousness, "It's time to get up!"

I mumbled something unintelligible, and tried to pass that fine line between reality and dreamland. But that voice kept yelling.

"Marcus! Get up! Do I need to make Mom come up here?" The voice asked, "Cuz I will." That was all it took to drag me across the border to life. I seriously needed to get a lock on my door.

"I'm up." I mumbled, opening my eyes slightly. The little girl sitting on my bed stared at me expectantly. "Fine!" I threw back the covers, making her lose her balance and fall back on the bed. "But you need to be punished for what you've done, little one."

"And how do you plan on doing that, Marcus?" She dragged out my name menacingly.

"By sending out the Tickle Monster!" She screamed and giggled as I tickled under her arms and on her belly. She shook and wiggled, trying to escape. I held her fast.

"Stop!" She wailed, "Please, I can't take it anymore!"

I was about to reply when I heard from down the hall, "Marcus! Alina! Breakfast!"

"Race ya!" Alina announced, shoving me as hard as she could and bolting out the door. I laughed and got up to pursue her.

By the time I got downstairs to the dining room, she was already pouring syrup on her pancakes. As I entered, she stuck her tongue out at me, exclaiming, "Slow poke!"

I smiled and sat down, claiming a plate for myself. Plucking a plastic white fork on the kitchen table, I examined the cake on my white paper plate. It was a little black in the center of the top, but a golden brown everywhere else. Everything has flaws, I suppose.

"Hurry up and eat! The Reapings are in an hour!" My mother exclaimed from the sink in the kitchen, "You still need to get ready!"

Taking her advice, I shoveled mouthful after mouthful into my mouth, barely even tasting it. Once I was done, I pushed away from the table like I did when I was little, and ran up the stairs into the long hallway.

In my room, I opened up the weird folding door that revealed all the clothes I owned. Unlike most people in the District, my family wasn't very rich, as my father had walked out on us many years ago, when I was seven, and I worked for all the money we had. I picked out the Reaping outfit I had chosen months ago, sitting in a heap on a shelf.

I undressed and pulled out the black long-sleeved shirt, doing up the buttons that went up the front. Once I thought I was finished, I looked in the mirror, and realized that I had been off by 2 buttons. Growling in frustration, I undid it and tried again, this time going very slowly so I could actually do it right. Rolling up the sleeves, I strode over to my bed and grabbed the dark brown pants and hauled them up my legs, annoyed at how slow the work seemed to be.

Looking back in the mirror, I saw an average, 5'10", 17-year-old boy who could be from just about any District, save the one he actually lived in. I walked to the bathroom and got some gel out, shaping my dark brown hair into a faux-hawk. My stocky shoulders showed strength and gave a sense of pride and courage. I had all of those, and I was proud of it. My light tan came from training outside, and I overall seemed older than 17. Some people even mistook me for mid-twenties! What a crazy world.

I heard the door downstairs open, and I hurried down to greet Caleb, my only friend in this whole world. "Ready to go?" He asked.

Malaya Garnet, Age 17, District 1

"Ms. Garnet, the heart! The heart!" My mentor, John Kwartz, shouted at me again. Nodding my head, he tapped a red button in his control booth, starting the simulation again. Holding my bow firmly in my left hand, I nocked an arrow.

The room darkened quickly, and I looked around, alert for the first tribute. A faint glow from behind got me turned around, and I fired without thinking. The blue hologram, who wielded a mace, dissipated into thin air.

More alert now, I pulled another arrow out of my quiver, swiveling my head in all directions. Another hologram appeared 20 feet in front of me, and threw a holographic axe at me. Jumping out of the way at the last second, I fired an arrow, expecting it to hit its target. However, the holographic tribute, nimble as I am, jumped out of the way, my arrow disappearing into the darkness of the room. It jumped towards me, and I rolled forward, pulling an arrow out of my quiver as I did so. As the glowing blue axe came down at my head, I stabbed it in the stomach. I stumbled, stabbing only air.

Not waiting for the shimmering air to dissipate, I looked around for my next target. Turning around over and over again, I couldn't find it. Suddenly, above me on the catwalk, the tribute appeared, a trident glowing in its hands. Pulling back the string of my bow, I sent an arrow soaring at it. However, instead of piercing the heart as was intended, the arrow glided through the left elbow, leaving a hole in the hologram. Being only light, my enemy wasn't fazed by this, and threw the trident with incredible accuracy. Before I could move, the center prong of the weapon touched my throat, and a wave of heat came over me. The room's alarm went off then, all the lights glowing red. I would have died.

"You set them on "Career", didn't you?" I looked up at the booth, where John and another woman stood. Everyone knew them, as they were the two most recent Games Victors. John was the Victor of the 113th Games, and the woman, Jade Heghes, had won the 134th Games. They had won the Games 16 and 37 years ago, bringing much shame to the District. 16 years without a Victor, and District 2 had had 4 since then!

Frustrated, I walked quickly out of the training room, and I continued my pace to the girls' locker room and changed into my Reaping outfit. After getting dressed, I looked at myself in the locker room mirror.

The peach-colored tunic flowed down to my ankles, and the butterfly sleeves went from my hip to my wrists, so when I lifted my arms I looked like an ancient Greek deity. Around my neck I wore a pure silver chain necklace, and I wore brown leggings under the tunic. My light orange high heels sparkled in the light of the room. I twirled my strawberry blond hair through my fingers, down the strands until I reached my shoulders, where it ended.

I waved to all the trainers at the various stations as I left the training center. Gwen, who was kind of a friend of mine, walked to me from her post at the javelin station. "Good luck today." She gave me an encouraging smile. "I'm glad the Victors approved of your volunteering. After everything I've seen you do, I wouldn't be surprised if you were home in two weeks!"

"Thanks, Gwen." I smiled back, trying to hide how shaken up I was about the would-be-death experience in the Archery Simulator. "As I'm crowned, I'll be thinking of how hard you trained me."

She simply laughed and said, "Well, you'd better go. It's your time to shine, Malaya." I smiled at her and walked out the door without turning back.

Turquoise Marr, Age 30, Capitol

I sat on a lime green plush chair in the Justice Building of District 1, playing Geometry Dash on my phone. I tapped the screen in a kind of rhythm as the little red and black square jumped and rolled around a maze of triangles.

Nearly jumping out of my chair, I heard the District's mayor finishing his speech and announcing me. Pausing my game, I pocketed the phone, reminding myself that I had a job to do.

I fought against squinting my eyes as the giant iron doors opened before me. The sun was shining proudly across the District today, showing off the blindingly bright colors of every tint and shade. I readjusted my wig a tad as I looked down at the possible tributes for this year, and I smiled. This was the day that I lived for.

"Welcome, citizens of District 1! My name is Turquoise Marr, as most of you know, and I am here to Reap the tributes for the 150th Annual Hunger Games! Before we get started, here's a little video presentation from the Capitol!" I gestured toward the big screen, and it flickered to life.

It showed an image of District 12, in ruins, at the time of the 2nd rebellion 75 years ago. It showed an image of Katniss Everdeen, who had started the war, in the ruins of her own house. Her lips were singing a song, but seeing as it was illegal, and still is, the words couldn't be heard. Instead, President Snow's voice echoed around the grounds of the Justice Building.

A foolish young girl, Katniss Everdeen won the

74th Hunger Games with the help of her

District Partner, Peeta Mellark. In order to allow

both of them to become Victors, she threatened

a double suicide, to force the Gamemakers to

give in to her wishes. As a result,

she made the Districts think the rebellion was

a good idea.

Various other images featuring the 2nd rebellion played, the President commentating on them the whole time. A few minutes later, it entered the final chapter in the horrifying girl's life.

For the 75th Hunger Games, previous Victors were

Reaped, and Ms. Everdeen went back into the

Arena. She survived only a day and a

half, perishing at the hands of squirrel Muttations.

It then showed Katniss being chased by pitch-black squirrels, who jumped from tree to tree and spat fire at the "Girl on Fire". She tripped, and, ironically, burned to death as she was torn apart. Her allies, Finnick Odair of District 4, and Beetee Latier of District 3 also died at the paws of those mutts. The clip then showed Peeta, his face flush with tears, stagger into a waiting Gloss Xerces, who slit his throat and left him to die.

Then it pictured the final member of Katniss' alliance, Johanna Mason, fighting Gloss in the final 2. Her axe on his sword, she seemed to be gaining on him, when he mentioned killing Peeta. She faltered, and he sent his sword through her neck, and decapitated her. He raised his hands to the sky, and everyone in the crowd below me cheered. Gloss Xerces had become the Victor of Victors.

As the screen fell to blank, I spoke through the microphone, "Brings me to tears every time, you know." I faked tears, "But now, I must Reap the female to participate in this year's Games." I walked over to my left, where 2 bowls stood on 3' tall wooden pedestals. I let my hand fall into the one closest to the crowd. Plucking a piece of paper, I turned to the other bowl, and accepted one from it.

"The female tribute from District 1 is Sha-" was literally all I said.

"I volunteer!" A scream echoed from the crowd. From the 17-year-old section, a girl with bright long, strawberry blonde hair walked into the center aisle, a large grin on her face. Her arms weren't very thick, which led me to wonder why she had volunteered. I figured she was probably an archer or something. When she was standing next to me, I realized she was about 5'7" tall, only a little shorter than me. Her perfect teeth boasted a pair of exceptionally sharp canines. This led me to see her more as a wolf than a week little girl.

"What's your name, dear?" I asked her.

"Malaya Garnet." She answered with pride, "And I am you're next Victor!"

I gave a little laugh and said into the mic, "Now. The boys." Pocketing the spare piece of paper, I turned to my right, and chose one name from each of the bowls, as I had done for the girls. Pocketing the spare slip, I announced to the District, "Dere-" And I stopped. No sound could be heard from below me. "Oh, sorry." I said, embarrassed, "Derek Tinsel."

A scrawny, weak-looking boy with a mop of black hair left the 17-year-old section. He took a few steps when I heard the best 2 words of my life, "I volunteer!"

Ignoring Scrawny Derek, I focused on the new boy. He came from the 17-year-old section too, and seemed much taller than me, maybe 5'10"! His dark brown hair was in a faux-hawk, and his chiseled jawline made me think I was falling in love. His stocky shoulders made up my mind, and I realized that I wanted him to make it out of the Arena.

As he stood next to me, I saw he looked a little sad, as if he wasn't planning this. His eyes burned gold, and I knew that I wouldn't be the only one after him. "What's your name, son?" I asked.

"Marcus Caelum." He said, trying to sound calm.

I smiled at him and proclaimed, "District 1, you're tributes for the 150th Annual Hunger Games, the 6th Quarter Quell!" Then, almost in a whisper, "Shake hands, please." They did, and I turned them around and lightly pushed them into the Justice Building. Following them, I pulled the two pieces of paper out of my pocket. Now I thought, The Victors who'll be mentoring this year.

Caleb Rubi, Age 17, District 1

I can't believe that idiot of a friend volunteered! I thought to myself. He's so stupid! No-one was chosen to volunteer this year for a reason! Not a single man in this District is ready! I walked through the doors of the Justice Building, heading in the direction of where I thought they had taken Marcus.

As I walked, I took note of the blindingly white marble on the floor and walls. The ceiling was painted with various angels and clouds. Some angels seemed to be looking down at me, which got me to feel very creeped out.

Along the hall were many pieces of furniture; tables, chairs, couches, even a few paintings here and there. Finally, I reached a dark wooden door with a Peacekeeper in front of it.

"Mr. Caelum?" He asked me.

"Yes sir." I answered, expecting him to move to the side, I walked forward.

"No entry." He said flatly shoving me away.

"And why not?" I asked, rubbing my head after it impacted the wall.

"He doesn't want any. Now get out of here before I have you arrested."

I turned to walk away. "But… what about his family?" The man didn't answer, and I strode out of the Justice Building, angry at the stupid piece of dirt I had called my friend.

Malaya Garnet, Age 17, District 1

I sat on the dark brown chair in the small room they had put me in. The stupid chair was made out of wood, and the seat itself, as well as the back rest, were made out of some kind of long, stiff, brown hair. It was terribly uncomfortable, and I decided it would be better to stand in the corner to my left.

The door opened after a minute and my parents walked in. I turned away from them and suddenly got very interested in a black spot on the wall. After their five minutes were up, the door opened and they walked out.

Next to walk in was my boyfriend, Chaz. That goodbye was almost as bad, as he gave me a kiss and stated, "I love you", although he didn't seem convinced. I repeated what he said back to him in the same tone and he turned and walked out, grinning to his ears.

My next "visitor" was my other boyfriend, Zircon. He stood there and stared at me for a few minutes and said without conviction, "I'll miss you."

I didn't even look at him. I just stared ahead and placed a blank look on my face. This boy, this… child, had yelled at me the other day when he saw me with Chaz. What right does he have to yell at me? After realizing he wouldn't get a response, he left.

My final visitor was my third boyfriend Benni. He ran over to me, tears rolling out of his eyes. "I can't believe you did that!" He said, "What'll I do if you die?"

I smiled and answered, "I'll be fine." Hellooooo? Do you not realize who you're talking to? The best tribute-scratch that, volunteer-in the past 16 years! "My chances of death in the arena are very slim. But don't worry, if I do die, I'll be thinking of you."

"Okay." Was all he said before running out the door, full-on crying. The crying stopped as soon as the door shut.

My parents didn't care for me, nor I them. My boyfriends only became my boyfriends because I was popular. But I didn't care, that's what made me more popular among the District, and that's all that matters… Right?

Marcus Caelum, Age 17, District 1

As I was escorted onto the train, I couldn't help but think, Why hadn't anybody come? I have a family, they love me, I should have been visited, by Caleb and Mom and… my mind paused. Alina? I was shaken from my thoughts when a fairly small hand grabbed my shoulder, pulling me fairly forcefully to my left. In front of me, waiting by the back doors was my District Partner, Malaya or something. To my immediate right was our escort, Turquoise.

"You can let me go, now." I told her, being as intimidating as possible, "I'm not blind!"

"Of course not, dear. Not with those eyes." She looked into my eyes, her pale green ones against my hazel. What was wrong with these people and tributes?

"Sorry if I'm interrupting." Malaya apologized half-heartedly, "but who are our mentors going to be this year?"

I sighed a breath of relief as Turquoise's focus finally went to somewhere else. "That would be-" she started.

"Me." Came a voice from behind me.

"Joy." Malaya muttered as Jade Heghes, Victor of the 134th Games,walked up from behind me and boarded the train, not turning to look at us. I turned around, expecting one of the other Victors to show up.

"Where's our male mentor?" I asked.

"Well… Marcus," she practically purred my name, "you weren't supposed to know, but the male mentor for District 1, is dead, and has been for many years. He's mentored since he died, as he will for you. They're working on him right now."

"What are you talking about, lady?" Malaya asked.

Turquoise only laughed, "The Capitol is bringing Gloss Xerces, Victor of the 64th and 75th Hunger Games and Victor of Victors, back to life. To mentor you." With that, she turned on her heel and boarded the train, throwing one last glance my way before she disappeared.


So, here are the Reapings for District 1. I know I should have updated a while ago, but I've been camping a lot and I had a lot of homework to catch up on. The final tributes who are actually going into the Games are in Chapter 1. I should get the next Reapings up soon, (Districts 2-4) but I can't give you a definite date.

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