Author's Note: Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games. *sigh* Suzanne Collins has me there. I am so happy that I managed to make this so long! And it's up so soon after the next reaping! YAY! School is a killer of fanfiction updates, sadly, because of homework and school itself. BOO! I can't wait until winter break! NO SCHOOL! Okay, onto the reaping: District 6! It is most likely going to be a bloodbath district, so if you like them, send me a PM and follow/favorite/review/submit a bloodbath tribute! I also need escorts, and stylists! There is a form for them on my profile. FYI, if you want to skip over the reapings, go ahead. I do that too, sometimes. I need tributes: males for 3, 5, and 8, and both male and female tributes for districts 9 and 10. Thank you guys for reading!
District 6
Grace Hix
Age 23
"Grace, come on, let's go," my brother Greco, I call him Grey, urged. I stumble down the stairs to come face-to-face with Grandpa. Why did he have to become addicted to morphling? Ugh. He insisted we all have to watch the Quarter Quell announcement at his house.
As Grandpa, Mom, Dad, Grey, and I make our way to Grandpa Justin's house, I look around. People are inside, lights on, cooking the little food they have each night.
Grandpa turns on the tv and the Panem seal flashes across the screen.
"The siblings of the Victors shall be going into the arena as a reminder to the Victors and rebels that even the strongest among them cannot escape tragedy." President Snow announces. Grey's face flashes with worry. As my twin, he is very protective of me and wants to make sure that I stay alive. If I get reaped, Grey might volunteer to save my life in the arena. Uh-oh.
Greco Hix
Age 23
The Quarter Quell was announced. Grace could go into the arena. I won't let her die. If she gets reaped, I will volunteer to save her. She can't die. Grandpa Justin sends us home, and I make sure Grace is asleep before slipping off to talk to my parents.
"If Grace gets reaped," I say. "Mom, would you be willing to volunteer for her?
"I… I don't know," my mother answers. "Maybe."
"Dad, if I get reaped, don't volunteer," I direct. "Especially if Grace is reaped."
My father nods. My work is done. I go back to bed and fall asleep with thoughts of Grace and I escaping being reaped. Sadly, the chances are extremely high because District 6 only has 4 Victors. Including Grandpa. How did he win his games, I wonder?
Grace
I heard Grey slip out of bed last night and slip back in. I wonder what he was doing. Well, it's reaping day. I put on a grey dress and head into the kitchen. Greco is cooking breakfast and I devour it. Mom and Dad meet us outside and we set off for the reaping. We are seperated, boys to one side, girls to the other. Grandpa sits to the side. Our escort steps forward and grabs a slip from the girls.
"...
Greco
"Kalia Hix," our escort announces. Mom.
Like the golden-hearted girl my sister is, she steps forward and shouts "I volunteer as tribute." Why did my sister do that? Calm down, Grey. "My name is Grace Hix," my sister says into the mic.
Our escort grabs a slip from the boys' reaping ball. "Ivo Hayes." Some kid of another Victor.
"I volunteer," I cry out. "I volunteer as tribute."
"What's your name, dear?" she questions.
"Greco Hix," I breathe.
"Shake hands," our escort directs. We do, and go inside for goodbyes.
Mom and Dad rush in.
"Why, son, why," Mom questions.
"I couldn't let Grace go into the arena alone," I reply confidently.
"Okay,you can do this," Dad mutters. "We're going to go talk to your sister." I hug each of them and they leave.
I am escorted onto the train and join the Victors. Meghan Hayes looks so thankful.
"Thank you for volunteering for my son," she tells me.
"Anytime," I reply. "I needed to save my sister." Meghan realizes what I mean and looks deeply upset.
"I will make it my mission to get her out of the arena alive," she vows.
"Thank you," I answer.
Grace
"Kalia Hix," our escort announces.
"I volunteer as tribute," I cry. Mom can't go into the arena.
"My name is Grace Hix," I mutter into the microphone. Our escort moves onto the boys.
"Ivo Hayes," she announces.
"I volunteer," my brother shouts. "I volunteer as tribute."
"What's your name, dear?" our escort asks my brother.
"Greco Hix," he replies. We shake hands and are taken to rooms to say our goodbyes.
Mom and Dad come in after some time. They must have been talking to Grey.
"Honey, if I had gone into the arena, it would have been okay," my mother tells me.
"No, it wouldn't of been okay," I reply. "Grey, Dad, and I couldn't lose you. Even if you won, you would be changed, like Grandpa." Grandpa wakes up in the middle of the night screaming, either about his wife, also a previous Victor that he fell in love with, or about the games, killing people, and dying.
They each embrace me and leave. I board the train.
Grey, the Victors from 6, and the escort are already watching the reaping recaps. I join them.
Author's Note: This is kinda short, I wasn't feeling very creative. Sorry. The person who walks through the door in Chapter 10 will be revealed later. Think about who it could be! Okay, so nobody figured out the something special in Chapter 11? It's simple, think about it. Review/favorite/follow/submit a tribute! This still hasn't even been guessed at! Who do I like the most so far(this will not affect who wins, but it may affect the POVs I write with)? Some more questions. I would actually like to know these things. They will help me decide who will go down in the bloodbath, so answer them!
1. Who do you like better: Grace or Greco? Why?
2. How can I improve this story? The reapings? ect..?
3. Out of the tributes you have met, who do you think will win?- this means who do you think has the best odds of winning.
4. Who do you want to win?- this means who do you want to win even if they don't have the best odds of winning.
Thank you guys for reading!