District 2 Reapings


Enobaria Rigatti, Victor of the 62nd Hunger Games

Enobaria was ready. She could feel the excitement and thrill of the Quell coursing through her body. She would be ready to volunteer the instant that the escort finished reading the name. Enobaria stood, fidgeting with her hands impatiently, in a roped-off section of the Justice Building stage along with all of the other victors. Enobaria just couldn't get a grip on her fellow victor's reactions to the Quell. Some of them displayed looks like shock. Some even read as fear. Enobaria just displayed pride and thrill. She had won just over a decade ago, and she was just over thirty years of age. How could she, in the flower of her youth, refuse this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

After giving a short introductory speech, the woman who was District 2's escort strolled over to the women's reaping bowl. District 2 had nine living female victors. The escort plucked one of the names from the ball and broke the seal. She strolled back over to the microphone and read the name out loud.

"The female tribute from District 2 is Enobaria Rigatti!" she declared.

Enobaria roared with triumph as she exited her section and sauntered up to the microphone. When the escort asked for volunteers, she gave the other female victors a quick flash of her fangs, and they shrunk back. Naturally, there were no volunteers. That was the essence of a career: the ability to instill fear in others. As long as fear was by her side, she could never fail.


Brutus Cordley, Victor of the 48th Hunger Games

Brutus knew, from the moment that the Quell's twist was announced, that he would volunteer. Ever since he won his games at the tender age of sixteen, he had longed to go into the arena once more. Despite his age, he was still as bloodthirsty as ever. Brutus stood behind a red velvet rope that sectioned him off along with District 2's other male victors. None of them seemed to share his passion for the games. Despite having trained at the academy for the majority of their young lives, all of the bloodthirst and career traits had disappeared from the others. How disgraceful.

Brutus watched as Enobaria sauntered up to the stage and gave the audience a view of her fangs. Brutus was good friends with Enobaria. After asking Enobaria a few questions, the escort sauntered over to the men's reaping bowl and fished for one of the names. District 2 had nine living male victors. She walked back over to the microphone and smoothed out the tightly folded square of paper.

"The male tribute from District 2 is Mr. Mason Kittridge!" she proclaimed tumultuously.

Exiting the section was Mason Kittridge, the victor of the fifty-somethingth Hunger Games. Mason, Brutus knew, was not prepared to go back into the arena at all. He had a wife and six children. And, unlike Brutus, he had lost much of his bloodlust to the years. The escort began asking Mason lots of questions. Get on with it already! Ask for volunteers! Brutus screamed silently.

"Now, do we have any volunteers?" asked the escort.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Brutus exclaimed uproariously. He sprang into the air and ran out of his section. As he did, he saw a look of gratitude on Mason's face. Brutus offered him a simple nod before taking his place alongside Enobaria. When asked to shake hands, the two grabbed each other's hands and lifted them high into the air, roaring with triumph and pride. They were ready to go back into the Hunger Games. They knew they were.


A/N: Here's Enobaria and Brutus, our two victors from District 2. Please review and I'll see you next time with District 3 :)