-Cory Baker, 17- CrissKenobie-the-Numenorean-

I'm relieved when my alarm clock blares and tells me it's time to get up.

Nighttime for me is spent in a few different ways.

Either I look out the window, at the smoggy sky, trying to find a star or two or even the moon. Sometimes, I try to sleep, but ultimately fail, keeping myself awake with fears of the future. Or, I put the TV on a volume low enough that I don't wake my uncles and watch the programming that's on. Sometimes it's a rerun of the Games, sometimes it's commentators going on and on about whatever. Sometimes it's a fashion show filled with nothing but advertisements for stupid stuff only Capitolites can afford or get. And sometimes, it's features on the numerous Victors of the Hunger Games.

Last night, Blaine Buchanan and Saxon Hastings hosted a TV special called Victors: Where Are They Now? The most attention was given to those Victors that will be mentoring in the upcoming Games. The part I watched started out all about Pit Kensy from District 2, the Victor of the 80th Games, who is heavily pregnant with her first child. Blaine and Saxon discussed the baby for a long while, ("It's going to be a girl, oh how I do hope she takes after her mother!" "But the baby's father Nikko is another strong Victor as well." "Oh, no matter which of the parents the baby takes after, she's sure to be a winner. Maybe even follow in the footsteps of her parents…") and then they moved on to the mentors from District 3.

As hard as it was to watch the nosy Capitolites delve into the lives of the Victors like gossiping about fellow students in high school, I continued to watch until it got to my home District, District 5. The Victors of District 5 are frightening, really, but they all come from our home so I try to see them as people and try to not be afraid of them.

A couple District 5 Victors were very briefly covered. The first mentor to appear and be focused on was Abner Sheraga, Victor of the 51st Games. Blaine and Saxon discussed how he so tragically lost a loved one, all thanks to "the horrible demon inside that he calls Lucifer."

District 5 knows that his Multiple Personality Disorder was caused largely by his Games, stemming from an inability to take lives with such a strong moral compass. Also, the people in his District who actually took time to know him as a Victor know that whatever the Capitolites are saying is bullshit. Sure, this Lucifer that he made up is much more violent, but "Lucifer" is only known to be violent against Capitolites. So that's all lies.

The Capitol is an entity so large and dangerous that nothing can shake it. I live afraid of the Capitol's power, and at the same time hating it. But, what can I do? The answer is a big fat nothing.

They briefly covered the Victor of the 52nd Hunger Games, Sadie Fowler. Sadie Fowler is another one that, like Abner and "Lucifer," is feared by the entire District. She was ruthless in her Games, straightforward with what she thought of the Capitol, and completely lost her leg when it was caught under a rock after the tributes faced an earthquake. She was able to come out victorious anyhow, though she was never a Capitol favorite.

They said something about how Sadie is living with her brother and how sometimes they go for Sunday strolls around the Capitol, before changing the subject to District 5's most recent Victor.

Deborah Sullivan, the Victor of the 79th Games. She's one of the more composed Victors, or at least she is on the outside. The Games took her sister, and anyone who knows anything in District Five knows that something like that affects you for the rest of time.

I know how it is to lose someone. The Districts see so much loss all the time, it's become natural. I know how it is to lose.

I was five when word was going around our class that something horrible's happened in the factory. When I got home from school that day, worried for my mother, I found my father dead in the kitchen. My beloved parents, both dead and gone all at once. I was taken into live with my uncle (father's brother) and his husband, who were glad to have me (though horribly upset at the circumstances, of course) because they can't conceive children of their own.

They always looked out for me, Uncle Andrew and Uncle Dee. Uncle Dee stays at home and keeps the house organized and clean. He was injured in a work-related accident when I was 7, and that was the most horrified I'd ever been, hearing the news. I was afraid that my past would repeat itself again. Luckily, though, Uncle Dee recovered and Uncle Andrew was there every step of the way for him, and for me.

I practically begged Uncle Andrew to never go back to work, but as I got older I realized why it's so important that he works for us. We need the money and the food. At age 16, I knew it was time to face the fear and start working. It gives us the food we need, the combined efforts of myself and Uncle Andrew. It's what we have to do.

Anyways, I got off track. Blaine and Saxon chatted all about how determined Deborah always is to get a Victor and how devout she is as a mentor.

Uncle Dee appeared in the doorway then, his cane supporting him. "I thought I'd find you awake, Cory." He said it with a sad tone, he knew how anxious I am for the reaping. I shrugged my shoulders.

Ever since Mom and Dad both died, I stopped talking. I lost my will to use my voice, so I stopped using it. I could always talk again if it was totally necessary, but for now I have no reason to ever use my voice again. It's been that way since… Ever since I can remember, really. My Uncles understand and don't try to make me talk.

He sat next to me, looking at the screen as Allocen Baruqe from District 6 was discussed. "Nervous for the reaping, huh?"

I swallowed hard and nodded.

"You're almost done," he said, putting an arm around me. "You'll be alright."

I looked at the ground, letting my shoulders fall, allowing the defeated expression to illustrate what I want to say.

"You may have more slips in, but so do the other 17 and 18-year-olds. I know you're scared, though. It's alright to be scared." He pulled his arm around me and I rested my head on his chest.

We sat there a while, watching as the faces from District 7 went by in silence.

"Try and get some sleep," Uncle Dee said, brushing some of my red hair away from my face. If only my personality could be even half as fiery and bright as my hair. I nodded a bit, though let it be conveyed that I wasn't very hopeful that I'd sleep too much. He took my hand and walked me to bed, going slowly on his cane. I walked with him, and let him tuck me in and tell me good night again.

I tried to sleep, going in and out of a doze, but when that alarm rang I was relieved.

I get out of bed, my feet hitting the ground as I yawn tiredly. I haven't had a good sleep in so long…

It's reaping day. My heart drops to my stomach at the thought. Thinking about it has sent me close to panic attacks before, and I feel the sense of dread and foreboding creeping up on me, dark and cold.

Uncle Andrew makes sure I'm awake before I get ready for my day. I put on a nice pair of dress pants and a collared shirt, taming my hair and staring at a girl that looks much older and more haggard than a seventeen-year-old. Then, once I'm ready, I go down to the all-purpose living room, kitchen, and guest bedroom for some makeshift breakfast. Uncle Andrew hands me some bread with a small, sad smile. We eat in a comfortable silence. Then, I take a small piece of bread to give to a special friend, waving and going out the door to catch my friend Victor before the reaping.

On my way, I find another friend I'd somehow manage to make. The little raven I affectionately call Sam is waiting in the same spot I rescued him from. I give him some bread and hear Victor's voice suddenly. "Cory!"

I turn around. He waves to me, and I smile and wave back. I'm happy to see him, and he can tell that by my body language. He gives me a brief hug in greeting, a friendly hug, before Sam flies up, grazing my friend's brunette head with his talons. Victor swats the air around him, though he laughs.

"You look nice," he says.

I nod and gesture to his outfit, giving him a smile and a thumbs up to say that I like his outfit too. They're practically the same, simple, typical District 5 reaping outfit. Well, a lot of girls wear dresses, but that's never really been my style.

I gesture to him and make a small sigh, pretending to wipe my forehead in a gesture that symbolizes relief.

He nods. "Yeah, I'm relieved that I'm done with the reapings." Victor is 19, this is his first year not having to worry that he's going to end up in a fight to the death. Lucky Victor. "You don't have too much time left. You'd be surprised with how fast it goes by."

I hang open my mouth, putting my hands on my cheeks in a totally over-dramatic demonstration of surprise. Victor laughs, "Yeah, like that."

I see a group of people going to the Square and realize that if I don't hurry, I'm going to be late. I make a fast-paced, frantic motion, pointing toward the Square.

"Oh, yeah, we might be late!" he says. He starts toward the Square and I go with him. He gives me a hug goodbye and I wave to him a bit, and then he goes to the section for people that aren't eligible, and I get my finger pricked and head to the section for the 17-year-old girls. The mayor speaks, but he's so soft-spoken barely anyone listens.

The escort, Hyacinth Vanilla, walks up on the stage, wearing a very simple, elegant black dress, a necklace of white orbs around her neck, and black gloves. Her black hair is pulled up as always in a high ponytail, and of course she wouldn't be caught dead without her signature black eyeshadow against her dark skin.

"Good morning, District 5," she says, sounding posh and sophisticated. "We shall begin the reaping for the 84th annual Hunger Games with a video straight from the Capitol!" The typical, same-old same-old video plays. I start to get nervous, feeling the urge to cry for fear of being reaped. After the video is over, she gives us all a calm smile. "Now, we select our lady first."

She goes over to the glass ball, and I fidget with my clothes awkwardly as she reads a name.

"Cory Baker!"

Th…That's me… I don't react. My body freezes. I can't make myself move. "Cory Baker? Cory? Hello?" hear the escort calling my name impatiently, but I can't move. I just stay frozen, mouth hanging open in shock much similar to how I impersonated surprise for Victor earlier. Suddenly, I feel a rough push, forcing my body into motion as Peacekeepers assist me onto the stage. I stumble up the stairs, still in horror, looking out at the District and realizing that this isn't a dream or nightmare, this is real…

The boy is reaped. "Hamilton Rayce!" He comes out of the 15-year-old section, looking pale and deathly, his dark brown eyes wide. He makes it up to the stage, looking terrified but holding it together.

"Shake hands, you two," she says, nudging us together. I reach out and shake his hand, trying to not seem horrified. Then, we're whisked back to the Justice Building.

~.~.

-Hamilton Rayce, 15- We're All Okay-

"Hamilton, it's time to wake up! If you don't you'll have no time before the reaping!"

I sit up, yawning. I can feel the bedhead from here, my thick brown curls sticking up everywhere. I get the briefest glance at my mother's blue eyes as she turns around to go to our family room. I wish I had eyes that are a color like hers. Mine are dark and boring brown.

I feel so tired, knowing that it's because I stayed up way too late last night watching the special hosted on TV the other night. The history of the Games is interesting to me, even if I have to watch the intolerable chatter of the Capitolites on the screen. The special provides some good history on the Games of the distant past.

If I could choose what would be shown on television, though, I would want to see more about the history of what came before Panem. I can barely find anything about it, but I know that Panem didn't just start existing one day. Everything has history. Something came before Panem.

It's a ghost of a whisper, I've only ever found the word on one small excerpt from a centuries-old book in the tiny excuse for a library associated with the school. America. I want to know more about America. I don't even know anything about America. What was America? I want to know why it's said like taboo. I want to know everything I can about America.

But, no. Until that day, we have to deal with the Capitol bullshit they show us. Those poor, miserable Victors. I could never be where they are, I'm way too afraid for that. I can barely stand up for myself on a daily basis, let alone in a fight to the death!

I get out of bed, changing into a nice shirt and pair of slacks for the reaping before trying to tame my horrid bedhead and going down to the room that serves as our gathering room and kitchen and Games watching room.

"How nice you look for the reaping, son. Surely the girls will be all over you today, what a charming young man-" he stops upon my entering, and immediately a palpable tension fills the room. My father immediately continues. "And what a good son he is, too."

"Jackson isn't any better than me," I say. My mother pats my shoulder as she hands me some meager breakfast.

"Ol' Hammy Ham's just jealous," Jackson says, putting his feet up on the table.

"Jealous of what?! Your inability to obey the law!?" I feel myself getting heated and angry.

"Jealous that everyone actually likes me!" Jackson laughs loudly, enjoying heating the conflict. "Jealous that I'm older and cooler and have more friends that aren't little dweebs like yours!"

"My friends aren't dweebs and neither am I!" my voice has gone up into a shout.

"Hamilton, that's enough!" My father says, crossing his arms.

"Don't worry Pops, I was just leaving," Jackson says. He gives both my parents a hug and a kiss. "I'll see you after the reaping!" he goes out the door.

The rest of breakfast goes by in a horribly awkward silence. My father knows how I feel about his blatant favoritism toward my older brother, who everyone seems to like for whatever reason. I'm so sick of being in his shadow.

Just because Jackson is loud doesn't mean that he's any better than me. Sure, I don't talk much, I'm quiet and awkward, but though my friends are few, they're mine. They're loyal and honest and trustworthy. They're my true friends, not like the blue-sky friends like Jackson has. Quality over quantity, I say.

I used to like Jackson, look up to him, even. We started working together in the factory, making electrical devices for the Capitol. It's dangerous work, all done by hand, but it makes some good money. No place for a 12-year-old to have started working, but I didn't let that stop me. I trace my finger over the tender scar tissue on my arm from where I had been burned on the job. I'm lucky it had only been a burn.

A year after we started working, Jackson and his friends ended up getting arrested and whipped publicly for destroying three shops and injuring a shop owner. "All in good fun," they said. "It was just an accident." My parents were too busy being worried over the fact that Jackson was whipped to think about why he faced the consequences in the first place. Of course the bastard used that excuse to get pity from literally everyone.

I wasn't fooled. I saw the look in that poor storeowner's eyes. His whole business had been destroyed, his only hope of making money, plus he was going to have a pile of debt from being tended to for his injuries. The look of miserable desperation in the eyes of an innocent man… I never trusted him after that. It seemed I was the only one, though.

"I'm going to see friends before the reaping too," I mumble, ashamed of being yelled at for yelling at Jackson. I really don't like conflict….

I go out the door, ready to find my friends for at least some time together before the reaping. I have two really close friends, and I can't really get myself to talk to anyone else. They're really all I need.

They're both a year older than me, but that really doesn't matter. Alfred is a family friend, and miraculously he felt the same way about Jackson that I did. He stands up for me when I need it, even if we have some conflict at times. I always brush it off because Alfred is so abrasive and I'm not, though.

My other friend, my best friend, I met working in the factory. As soon as we started talking, working side-by-side, we hit it off. Millie Dalton always has my back. She's my strength and sometimes has to force me to treat myself and have some confidence. She's the first one I find, her curly red hair sticking out in the crowd. Also the fact that she's at least a head shorter than me even though she's older.

"Hey!" she says, "There you are!"

"Hey," I say, thinking about my screaming match with my brother and sighing disdainfully.

"How are you?"

"Terrified." I can't lie to her. I keep trying to make myself feel better after the conflict, thinking that things will get better and it will all go smoothly, but then I remember that the reaping is going to happen in less than half an hour, and then the fear comes back and clutches at my chest.

"It's that time again. You just have to have faith," she says. She can't say anything that will make me feel better. She knows that there's no avoiding the fact that every year two tributes are reaped and I could be one of them. She could be one of them. Alfred could be one of them.

"It gets harder and harder to have faith," I say, sighing. It's horrifying to think about, and watching the Victors special last night just makes me more nervous. Seeing the haunted, dead looks in their eyes, knowing that they're nothing like they may've once been. I don't want to suffer a fate like that…

"Let's not think about it. Let's go look at some of the stuff in the pawn shop and try to find Alfred."

"We should get going to the Square-"

"Come on!" she takes my hand and together we go to the pawn shop, looking at the various trinkets, dirty and dim, old and worn, there to try and give poor families some kind of half-nice heirloom to call their own for cheap. We look but don't touch. It's the typical, mostly trashy stuff. Some nice things, like watches and necklaces…

"Hey!" we turn around and see Alfred there, smiling at us.

"Hey," says Millie.

"Getting your token?" he asks, a glint in his blue eyes.

I accidentally let out a whimper. The thought of the reaping and going into the Games makes me feel extremely afraid. "Not funny," I say quietly, sighing. Alfred shrugs and we silently agree to disagree, as is usual.

"Don't worry about it," he says, "Really. It'll all turn out okay. After all, I have one more slip than you, don't I?" He laughs, and I don't appreciate his joking around. The Games are serious and horrifying. He holds up a wrist watch. "Bought this guy today. He's gonna be my token. Just in case. So I wouldn't have to go without one."

I can't believe he's not taking this seriously. I sigh quietly.

"Let's get to the Square!" Millie says, breaking the tension. I love Alfred, we have each others' backs, sure, but sometimes we just can't agree. She starts toward the Square and we both follow her.

We all get checked in for the reaping, and go to our separate sections. I'm left alone, biting my lip and twiddling my fingers nervously. The mayor talks, and I try to hear his words but everyone talks over him. Hyacinth Vanilla shuts up the crowd, starting the reapings officially with the video.

The longer the video goes, the more my heart pounds. There's no escaping the fact that two tributes are getting reaped today. Well, 24 tributes are getting reaped today, but two from District 5 specifically.

"Now, we select our lady first." Hyacinth goes over to the girls bowl. My stomach twists in a knot. What if it's Millie!?

"Cory Baker!" I only feel slightly relieved. After all, the boy's name is next. The District goes into silence. We wait, Hyacinth calling her name impatiently. Suddenly, we notice a commotion as a girl is pushed to the steps by Peacekeepers. Her red hair is a bit of a mess, her angular face looking so very exhausted.

Next, she goes over to the boys' reaping bowl. She picks a name. "Hamilton Rayce!"

It's me. I've been reaped. My eyes widen and I feel like crying. I start up to the stage, though. I'll be damned if the Peacekeepers have to force me, too. I hold it together as I slowly go up the stairs, determined not to cry, though feeling horrified.

"Shake hands, you two," Hyacinth says, and slowly we obey what she says. She presents us one last time and then we go back into the Justice Building.

My mother is the first one in, running over and giving me a tight hug. I hug her back, the weight of the situation suddenly hitting me. I'm going to have to kill if I want to come out alive. If I ever want to see my friends and family again, I'm going to have to take lives. Something that may be easy for Jackson to think about, but something I could never do. I hug my mother and let the tears out, the anxiety hitting me like a wave of misery and nerves.

My father stays behind, watching me awkwardly. I give him a brief, awkward hug once my mother lets go.

I notice that Jackson came, too, but he stays in a corner and doesn't talk. Good. I don't want my mom to have to sit through another one of our screaming matches as a last memory of me. I know I can't think like this, I still have a chance, but… It's hard.

"My baby," my mother says, hugging me again. "My baby…"

"I'll try to win," I say, "I promise. I'll try."

"My baby…" she says, hugging me tighter. I just keep on hugging her.

"I love you," I say to her quietly.

"I love you too," she says, "My baby…"

"Time's up," says the Peacekeeper in charge. My mother is forced to let go, and my father keeps his arm around her as they leave together, Jackson behind.

Millie and Alfred come together for support, and I'm relieved to see them.

"Hamilton!" Millie gives me a tight hug. I hug her back, and her tears cause me to cry harder. I need to keep my head up, but I just can't do it… I need to get home but I don't know if I can… I'm just a soft-spoken, nervous dweeb from District 5…

"Please, you have to win," Millie says, sobbing, squeaking with sobs, tears flowing out of her eyes. I notice that she really is an ugly crier, but I'm sure that I'm not exactly the epitome of beauty at this point either.

"I'll… Try…" I choke out. "I don't know if I can, but I'll t-try," I say quietly, choking with more tears.

"You have a chance," Alfred says. "Really, Hamilton. You have a fighting chance. Don't ever believe that you don't, please."

"I'll try…" I say. I'm already convinced that it's hopeless and that I have no chance of getting out, but for the sake of my friends I have to try and hold it together enough to win. I owe it to them to try my very best. No matter how much I feel like they can go on without me.

"Please…" Millie pulls out a piece of paper from her pocket. "Take this. Have it as your token. It'll r-remind you…" she pauses, letting out a squeaky sob, "…That you have to get home… We need you here at home…" she sobs into her hands as I unfold the paper to see a picture of us.

This picture was taken in a much better time, by someone at school who was taking pictures and passing out copies. I had let Millie keep it at the time because, even though it was just a small picture in black and white, she thought it was the bee's knees. Now, she was giving it back to me, to take into a fight to the death.

"Are you sure?" I ask her quietly. I want her to have a last memory of me…

"You can give it back when you win."

"If by some miracle, I win," I correct her. I feel bad sending her into another fit of sobs, but I try to be realistic for her sake. I don't want to get her hopes up and have her disappointed… What kind of friend would I be if I did that?

"You have to win," she sobs out, and I take my friend into a hug.

"I promise I'll try my very best," I whisper to her, quietly. It's all I can say to her without lying or being too idealistic.

"You have to," Alfred says.

"Time's up," the Peacekeeper says those cursed words.

"I love you!" I call, as they're being dragged away, Millie sobbing.

"We love you too!" Alfred calls back.

And they're suddenly gone.

~.~.

-Cory-

My Uncles are the first to arrive.

I hug Uncle Andrew, tears falling down my cheeks. I can feel a panic attack coming, as I think about the dread of the Games and the inevitability of my having to fight to the death… I feel more and more scared as time goes.

"It's okay," he hugs me tightly and I bury my face in his neck, crying, choked sobs escaping me. "You're going to be okay. You're 17. You're strong. You're capable." He holds me tight and I cry into his neck and shoulder, trying to get myself together but only sinking further and further into a dark abyss of fear.

Soon, I start to hyperventilate, and Uncle Andrew's words blur together in my panic. He sits me down, and I try not to sob out loud. Uncle Dee sits with us, giving me a tight hug. Feeling their embraces calms me down, and soon I'm composed enough to be seeing clearly again. "You can do it," Uncle Dee whispers, "You can do this. You can win." I cry into his neck. We sit there for a while until the Peacekeeper says, "Time's up."

I hug Uncle Andrew. "I love you," he whispers, and I give him a kiss on the cheek. Uncle Dee hugs me and says, "I love you." I make a heart with my hands at both of them, drying my eyes. Then, I do a little bow, to symbolize a "thank you" for all that they've done for me. The Peacekeepers escort me out.

Next to visit is Victor, and he carries Sam the raven with him. When I notice Sam, my eyes light up, and I wipe a tear from my eyes, taking the bird and holding him, bowing to Victor in thanks, smiling through my tears.

Victor takes me into a one-armed hug. "You have a shot. Really, Cory, you do. You can come home. You can do it. We need you to come back."

I nod a bit.

Victor realizes just then, "You need a token!" I consider for a second, plucking the feather from the bird in my arms, who squawks in protest. I smile a little bit with a bit of a silent laugh through my tears.

Victor gives me one last hug. "I love you, Cory, you need to come home." I make a heart at him with my hands to return it. I hand Sam back to him and give another bow of thanks. He waves a bit and I wave back, and then he leaves.

Hyacinth gathers me and Hamilton, immediately hissing advice on how to look fierce for the cameras on the way to the train. Once we're on, I stare out the window and watch everything I know whiz away from sight.

A/N: I can't freaking believe that this story's almost at 100 reviews and I haven't even posted 10 chapters! I am so lucky and blessed and I thank you guys for your reviews and support, it makes it a lot easier to update! And next chapter, I'll already be halfway through the reapings!

I've started to put mentor and escort bios on my blog! URL for that is on my profile, but it's celtic-syot-shenanigans . blogspot . com. Hopefully that shows up.

This is the last call for mentors and escorts, and that includes those that are reserved! If they're not in by January 5th, then I'll be filling in the rest of the spots myself.

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