Hey guys! OK first things first. I forgot to give BannaPieTheifX a shout-out for creating the awesome district two tributes. So yeah really sorry about that. Now lets give it up for LoathTheBoyWithTheBread for Ebony Storm, who stars in this chapter! YAY! Sorry if the chapters are coming up slow, but I have loads of work and test and stupid stuff like that. And I'm falling behind, AGAIN. God, I'm bad at that :(. Anyway enough with my patheticness (I don't think thats a word but whatever.) Onward!

Ebony Storm POV

The road is deserted; the only sound in my hearing radius is the pounding of my worn- out sneakers making contact with the stone road. The sun is peeking out from behind mountains that ripple in the distance. Rays of orange reflect off my red cheeks. The rays bring warmth, and I know that I'll have to stop running soon. I'm beginning to get tired anyway.

I slow to a jog as I reach my house. Wisps of hair fall into my face. Pulling my hair from its bun, I walk swiftly up the wobbly brick steps. A wave of long brown hair ripples down my back, and I shake my head till it hangs straight. I shove open the door and put my hair back up. I hate keeping it down.

"Ebs?" Emmett's voice comes from the kitchen. A smile spreads across my face, breaking through my carefully set mask. Only Emmett can break through it so easily.

"Hey, Emmett," I say, slouching into an uncomfortable, wooden chair. Emmett hands me some toast. It's a bit to hard for my liking, but I don't mind.

"Breakfast," he explains, sitting down next to me.

"Thank you." I take a huge bite, hungry from all the running. Emmett runs his fingers anxiously through his soft brown hair.

"Ebony?" he starts. I look up from my toast. "I love you." I blink. Of course I know he loves me, I mean, he's my twin brother. I love him more than anything. It's just that we don't say it so often. Then I remember what day it is. The fact that one of us might go into the Hunger Games falls onto my shoulders.

"I love you too." I manage to choke out. Then Emmett pulls me into a hug, and I bury my face in his shoulder. We pull apart after a minute or two and begin to clean up around our home. It's just Emmet and me here, no parents, so we have to do the housework ourselves. When we finish with that, I depart to find an outfit for the reaping. I don't have any fancy dress to wear so I pull on my best, cleanest camouflage baggy pants. I rifle through my drawer until I find a tight, black shirt, and tall, black boots. After I finish getting dressed I slip on my green, cotton jacket and go back into the kitchen.

Emmett is standing there wearing beige pants, and a midnight blue button down shirt that makes his green eyes stand out. I glance up to see the clock on the wall reads 8:45 am. We need to be in the square by 9:00 am.

"Come on," I say as I head out the door. We walk to the square in complete silence, Emmett's arm around my shoulders. When Emmett departs for the boys section, I squeeze his arm lightly. "See you soon," I whisper. Fear flashes across my face before I control my feelings. I can't show weakness, because if I do and I'm chosen, I'll be dead in a second.

The mayor, Mrs. Straton starts her speech and the chatter dies down. I shift my weight from foot to foot, willing her to talk faster. I'm itching to run, but this time I won't stop, I'll just keep on running, forever. Finally the speech ends and our escort, Delilah, skips onto the stage. Her hot pink hair flows behind her with each step. It seems like years for her to make her way in-between the two reaping balls, but in reality it must have been seconds.

"Happy Hunger Games!" Delilah squeaks with her strange Capitol accent. "And may the odds be ever in your favor! Ladies First!" Her hand dives into the glass bowl. Not me, not me, oh please god, not me!But it's too late to pray, because she's already opening the slip of paper in once swift movement. "EBONY STORM!" Fear and dread runs through my body, taking over every nerve. Don't show it, I think desperately. Don't show your fear, fear is weakness. My mask falls back into place and I walk steadily to the stage. I can't manage a smile, so I just keep my expression blank. I want to look for Emmett, but I'm too scared of what I will find in those emerald eyes.

Then Delilah is pulling out a name from the boys' ball, and I barley have time to pray for Emmett before she's reading the slip. Thankfully, my prayers are answered this time.

"BORGE LIMBELL!" Delilah trills. No one moves. Then two boys walk out of the fifteen section. A tall boy with black hair is guiding a smaller one towards the stage. At the sight of the boy I freeze. There is obviously something wrong with him. His smallish eyes seem vacant, and I can practically see his brain malfunctioning. Are they really going to let someone like this into the games? Turns out they are, because soon we're rushed off to the Justice Building.

Emmett comes to see me. His eyes are red from tears, and he immediately crushes me in a hug. We stay like that for a while, then Emmett pulls away.

"Try to get a dagger. Then, run. That's what you can do. Please, run for me," he chokes out, before another wave of tears flow down his cheeks. I nod, blinking away tears of my own. "You're strong, Ebony, you can do it!" Then we're hugging again. All too soon two peacekeepers barge in.

"Time to go," one says gruffly. Emmett nods, and stands up, shaky hands wiping his eyes clean.

"I love you, Ebony," he says softly.

"Love you too," I whisper. Then he's gone.

So, what did you think of that one? Thanks again to LoathTheBoyWithTheBread!