Hello! Here is the second part to the first district reaping! I'm not going to write all chapters like this because that's just going to be really repetitive... Instead, every other chapter will be done in a different way, for example through an interview or from the point of view of someone watching in the Capitol or another district, just to spice it up again! So yeah... hope you enjoy and there are still four tribute spaces open so please don't hesitate to submit!

Hypatia

It was over. Her time waiting for a name to be called and a world to be shattered ended nearly a decade ago. It was over.

That's what Hypatia had to tell herself every night to forget the pain that had consumed her life. Every night throughout her youth, her dreams had been plagued with images of the games, of her name being called and her life changing forever. But then her 19th birthday came, and the dreams didn't stop, it would never have been that easy, but they lessened, and within a few months she could finally sleep through a full night.

But now it was back. The crippling fear and anxiety was back and Hypatia now stood in the place she knew so well, shoulder to shoulder with her siblings, all who were in the same position. For the first, and hopefully the only time, all four Mayfair's had their names in the reaping bowl, despite all being over the normal age.

The tension in the square was undeniable, and this wasn't made any easier by the presence of Trilly on the stage. Hypatia felt her fist clench at the mere sight of the woman, the way she stood there with such confidence and superiority and she had to fight the urge to call out and curse the woman. She would never, of course, they had all just witness what happened to people who didn't obey the rules, and the way the peacekeepers stood with their guns cocked proved that they were not afraid to shoot again.

"And now, your female tribute!" Trilly exclaimed, the passion she felt for the games was clear in her voice, adding to Hypatia's already very present hatred for the woman. This time, Trilly didn't even attempt to dig around the bowl, instead pulling the first name her hand made contact with. "Hypatia Mayfair, congratulations! Where are you Hypatia?"

"Huh?" The girl looked up, not exactly sure why her name was being called. And then suddenly, she knew. The nightmares she had had for years on end we're all flooding back. This was it. This was the moment she had spent her whole life in fear of. "What?"

Hypatia took a step forward, almost as if she wasn't in control of her legs. She didn't want to move, rather, she didn't know if she could. But soon enough, Hypatia found herself standing on stage, next to Luster, shaking his hand. Their hands lingered on one another, for a second, eyes meeting and a nod of solidarity was shared.

"District one, let's hear it for your tributes!" Despite Trilly's excitement, the crowd stayed silent. Even they now knew that putting an old man and a young woman against one another was cruel. Worse than cruel. Although it was now her reality, Hypatia still couldn't quite believe it was happening, not just that her name was called but that the Capitol would actually go through with this. This was too far, even for an establishment that killed 23 innocent teenagers for enjoyment every year.

Hypatia felt her head spinning, and she gripped on to the arms of a peacemaker as she was steered inside the Justice Building, left in a side room alone, perhaps the worst thing that could have happened. As the nerves and instant shock of the situation washed over her, Hypatia couldn't help but feel quietly confident in herself. Sure, she didn't have much faith in herself winning the games, but she was physically fit, especially in comparison to her make counterpart and she couldn't help but pray that all her competition was similar to Luster. She was sick for even considering that, she knew that just the thought of it made her almost as bad as the Capitol but she also had to be realistic, knowing that the only way she would win was if everyone was old and frail, and barely even able to lift a sword.

"Fuck." Hypatia shouted, the first word she had uttered since the whole situation had sunk in. She ran her hands across her scalp, her fingers pulling slightly at the roots of her hair. This wasn't supposed to happen. This was supposed to be over, she shouldn't be in this position. Her whole family was through this, the games were no longer something she ever worried about, she cursed herself for ever giving up training, angry for being so gullible and thinking that the Capitol would ever let anyone feel safe.

"Language, Hypatia." A stern voice echoed through the empty building, a voice she recognised almost immediately. She spun round, running forward and throwing her arms around her older brother. "Just because your not under my roof, it doesn't mean you can say what you want." He placed a light kiss on the top of Hypatia's head, and the girl could swear she felt her brother's heart shatter.

"I'm so sorry, Magnus, I'm so sorry. It was never meant to be like this." Hypatia began to sob, thankful that they were alone in the room, knowing how if news of her breakdown ever got out she would look weak, desperate not to seem like an easy target. "I'm 27, Magnus, this was supposed to be over."

Hypatia 's brother pushed her backwards, holding her at arm's length, before raising a hand to her face and tenderly brushing away a tear. Hypatia had never known Magnus to act in such a gentle way. He wasn't aggressive at all, and she knew that he loved her but he was always strong and cold and would do anything to ensure the survival of his family.

He let her go, his hands falling back to his side, returning to the stern brother Hypatia knew all too well. "Don't be sorry, Hypa. Just win. Win for me and for the twins. Win for yourself Hypa. Win to show those Capitol pricks that their Quell means nothing."

Hypatia smiled, the words of encouragement from her brother igniting determination within the girl that she didn't know she had. "You'll look after them, right?" Hypatia muttered, in reference to their 20 year old younger brothers. "I know they're adults, but you know how reckless and stupid they are." She smiled just thinking about them, her heart swelling as she recalled all the good times.

"Kid, I've spent the last 14 years since mum died looking after all of you, there's no way I'm stopping now." Magnus smiled, taking his sisters hand in his own. "You're my family. I love you."

The pair stood, staring silently at each other, no words would be able to capture the heartbreak and desperation of the situation. Hypatia's eyes traced her brothers features as she attempted to steady her breathing to stop from breaking down once more.

"Times up, tribute." Hypatia hadn't even heard the door open, too focused on memorising her brothers features to listen to anything else. She accepted that this was the last time they were ever together but Hypatia knew that dying having forgotten what her own family looked like would break her. "District one, come on." The Peacemaker walked over and without warning, grasped Hypatia's wrist pulling the girl out of the room.

"Hypatia, remember I love you!" She heard Magnus call as she was forced out of the room. The last thing she heard before the door of the Justice Building slammed shut was the sound of her brother bursting into tears.