Midas Elsworth-Price, District One Male (18)

Midas was happy for once.

He was for once relaxed and well rested. No coffee, no sugar, no nothing. He was pretty sure what was going to come next and nothing was going to stop him.

He was going to be the selected volunteer.

He just had to get through these games.

The academies always made since the 101st, to make sure only the best got in. It not always worked, but they have got some victories since.

And Midas was going to make sure he was going to get one.

There were only 5 people who hadn´t been "killed" yet inside the Academy. Three girls and two boys. He had only to kick Ignatius Coesus´ ass and everything would be set for him to volunteer.

The problems were the remaining girls. One of them, Chloris Lillet, was the boy´s girlfriend. Arima Macaulay was the second and she was Chloris´ friend. Not a good thing. And lastly there was… her.

Ambrosia Arquette. The girl he had once loved, and still did, deep down, but couldn´t let anyone find out about that. It would be sacrilegious if anyone found about that.

Midas felt a touch on his back and instantly drew his shield.

"Calm down. It´s me." Ambrosia was standing right in front of him. "I need your help."

The girl who had spread lies about him, calling him various horrible things. The girl he once wanted to marry someday was in front of him, asking for help. "What the fuck do you need my help?"

"Hey, calm down, half-bro. I don´t want you to step out of line here again." Midas wanted to eliminate her from the competition here, maybe punch her in the circle where the elimination of one happened. It would certainly be easy for him to do in this very moment, but alas, something stopped him. Was it love, or need for help, he was surely going to be next to her for a few more minutes.

"Did you see that room?" She said pointing to one. "That´s the room where Chloris and the others are waiting. They aren´t going to come out because they know we will lose if we go in. But together, we have a chance, right?"

Midas didn´t want her to have a chance to go into the games. But if he was helped to win this competition, then sure. He wanted to be left alone, but if he won he could all the alone he wanted.

Ambrosia and Midas looked at each other.

"Are you ready, Midas?"

"Now or never."

They both ran with their weapons high, but as they entered the room, two cannons sounded.

"Oh come on, Chloe. You didn´t have to do that."

"What do you want? For me to see you die in the Games? No way, my love"

Ambrosia and Midas stopped in their tracks as they opened the door. Ignatius and Arima had been eliminated.

That meant… he was going to the games. He was going to do his adoptive´s father dream. His own dream would come true.

But now, Ambrosia had to fight Chloris.

Ambrosia threw herself at Chloris, but Chloris escaped every blow with a precision of a gazelle. It was like she was doing a dance and she just couldn´t let go of her dancing partner.

One moment next, Chloris had Ambrosia at her mercy. But Midas did nothing, and as Chloris broke one of Ambrosia´s arm, she told Midas something.

"Do you really want her to go with the games with you, pretty boy?" Chloris had that scent in her that just made you do what she asked you to do. "Eliminate her."

Midas didn´t want to hurt Ambrosia no more, but he didn´t want to be the one who got hurt by her in the games. She was always hurting him.

So then, he punched the circle, and a cannon sounded.

The simulation ended.

"THE VOLUNTEERS OF THIS YEAR ARE MIDAS ELSWORTH-PRICE, AND CHLORIS LILLET!"

The voice rang in his ears, and he could see Chloris doing a celebration dance herself.

Ambrosia clearly wasn´t.

"How could you do that?!" Ambrosia said as she slapped Midas. "You are just as bad my mother told me you are. You are incest person, piece of shit who wants to ride his own sister, you bastard!"

Midas was left as everyone looked at him and looked the other way. They didn´t know the whole story.

Chloris came up to him

"Good job there, district partner."

She couldn´t be trusted

Hart Dallas, District Eight Male (14)

Hart was distraught.

Sure he was feeling fine in the outside, but he also a bit let down in the inside.

Noleen had been stoning again, and he couldn´t do anything to help her.

"Noleen, can you hear me?" She was clearly stoned, while Tovin was clearly too high to do anything for himself and was sleeping. Ivan was having sex in Tovin´s room with a girl-Hart wished he was there-, and he was left with Noleen, just right after Samson left the house to sell more drugs.

This was just a casual Sunday.

Hart shook Noleen´s drugged body, but It was to no avail, so he just went to grab something to eat. Tovin´s house was huge, so he had lot of space to go to the kitchen and walk.

That´s the misery of the rich. Hart laughed at the irony, and went onto a grab an apple. He liked them green, but there was only red here. Oh well, that´s was just something on Hart´s life. Life never went the way he wanted life to go.

He was about to throw the corpse of the fruit to the garbage can, when someone grabbed him from him behind. He screamed, life not letting go of him as usual, until the person touched his private parts.

"Can you stop that Noleen?!" He told the obvious culprit. "It´s not funny."

"What? Haven´t you ever experienced surprise sex from behind?"

Hart was about to tell her that it was wrong what she was doing, touching him in places she didn´t asked him about, when he turned around and looked into her eyes, Her beautiful, brown deep eyes, eyes that lured him into being with her the first time, and they still did, no matter what it happened. They trapped him into the ideal of her, that ideal that will never come, but was still there in a way, somewhere, outside, luring him into battling love.

"Hart." Noleen said. She was looking serious for a moment, one of the few moments it happened. Every time they talked about family with the group they were given the opportunity to see Noleen get weird, and say things that don´t make much sense, but never figure out why. "Wha-What would you do if you were trapped in a relationship you wanted out?"

Hart knew the answer to that. It was that no matter what happened between the two-or more- people in a relationship, you stick with them. No matter how many times they tried to have sex with you in public, no matter how many times you break up and get back together, no matter how much you told yourself you want to be just friends with that person, you are stuck with them. Because you love them, and you just don´t want to let go. Hart knew that if you let go, you don´t know how dangerous that person would get, or what would they do to them, or themselves. It was pain knowing their life was at your hands, and that there would be pain if you rejected them. They might even create pain for other people, and you want other people to get hurt.

I clearly don´t want that.

But he didn´t say that, instead he did something different.

"Why care about relationships anyways?" Hart did movements with his hands. "We are just living beings, and living beings are all meant to die sometime in their own future."

"I didn´t know that." Noleen said with curiosity. "You know I dropped out of school a long time ago, so don´t go all smarty on me, Harty."

Harty. That was the nickname Noleen gave to him the first time they meet. He was instantly crushed by Cupid´s arrow that time, and since then, no matter how much he tried, he couldn´t let go of Noleen. And he knew she couldn´t let go of him either, so why pretend?

So then, in an instant, as he was getting ready to kiss her, something unexpected happened.

She kissed him first. It wasn´t like he thought it would feel. It wasn´t full of sparks and fire. It wasn´t like the time he looked at Iva- No, that didn´t matter. It wasn´t true, and he knew that. He was in love with Noleen, and no one else.

Noleen looked at him, completely in love.

"Wanna have sex in the bushes?"

Hope you liked the chapter! Review, my readers, tell what you think of this.

-Santiago