Well, I meant to update sooner, but it's been a month... I promise, I work on this story quite frequently, but life just tends to get in the way. I'll try to send the next chapter out sooner, but no promises. Anyways, enjoy! Thanks to AsguardianGrizzly for submitting this tribute!

Kelvin Corrine: District 11

Submitted by AsguardianGrizzly

"District 11, I give you your tributes for this year's games: Sparrow Hastings and Kelvin Corrine!" Goldie Graner squealed, her hideous metallic curls bouncing.

Kelvin gritted his teeth. Him. A tribute for the Hunger Games. It made his blood boil just thinking about it.

The other tribute had finally managed to stop crying. The poor girl couldn't have been more than 14 years old. She looked fearfully up at Kelvin, her shaking hand outstretched.

Kelvin felt his anger increasing with every moment. He hated everything about the games, and certainly did not want to follow the rules of the Capitol. Even so, he gripped Sparrow's hand and shook.

The girl yelped and leapt back, clutching her palm gingerly. Kelvin realized how hot his hands had become.

Oops.

That was his issue with getting angry.

People could get hurt.

He took a few deep breaths to calm down, and his hands thankfully returned to regular temperature.

Muttering an apology to Sparrow, he allowed the peacekeepers to escort him to the Justice Building. He would play nice, for now. Looking good on camera did not mean he was siding with the Capitol.

After a seemingly endless walk down lavish halls, Kelvin was shoved into a magnificent room, the door slamming shut behind him. He leaned against a red chair with a huge cushion, waiting for his loved ones to arrive. It was only a matter of time.

"Let me in, you bastards!"

Yep, there she is.

"Kelvin!" screeched Frankie, barging in and engulfing him in a suffocating embrace. Neither of them were really huggers, but the circumstances called for an exception.

Frankie pulled away, brown eyes glistening with tears. Many people often mistook them for twins, and Kelvin didn't blame them. The two fifteen year-olds shared the same chocolate skin, dark irises, short stature, and personalities. The only difference between them was Frankie's long dark cornrows, making up for Kelvin's lack of hair.

"Kel, I know you're capable if winning," she stated firmly.

Kelvin put his head in his hands. "Yeah, but I'm also quite capable of losing." The reality was catching up to him. He could be a corpse very, very soon.

"No, you're not allowed to think like that!" Frankie forced him to meet her gaze. "Listen to me. You're going to live. Just lay low, avoid the bloodbath, and only kill if you have to. You can do this."

"I..." Kelvin had difficulty forming the right words. For the first time, he wasn't so confident.

"Hey, it's okay!" His friend kept her tone light. "You don't even need a weapon! Just use your power."

Kelvin glanced down at his hands. Being able to heat them up to the melting point of steel wasn't exactly something he was proud of, but he had no issues to talking about it.

"I just... I don't really like doing it," he sighed.

"You have no choice," whispered Frankie, a single tear slipping down her cheek.

"Time's up!" barked a burly peacekeeper, barging into the room. The two managed one more quick hug before they were forcefully separated by the hulking man in white.

Frankie twisted around to face him as she was marched out the door. "You can win! I know you can!"

Only a few moments of silence followed before Kelvin's parents burst in. His mother rushed to his side, wrapping her arms around him with a sob. His father approached more slowly, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder, the tears in his eyes threatening to spill over.

Kelvin felt his own eyes begin to water. He couldn't bear saying goodbye to his parents, his only family, the two people that loved him, nurtured him, and showed infinite support despite his dangerous ability.

Soon the three were a weeping mess huddled on the soft carpet. Kelvin breathed in the scent of peaches around him, the scent that had followed him all his life.

His parents' peach orchard was known all throughout the district for its sweetness, and had taken them all the way to the Capitol to deliver directly to President Snow. Kelvin had masked his hatred for the man well, and his hands had remained normal temperature when he shook the president's.

But Kelvin's fury then was nothing compared to the flood of emotions he felt in the Justice Building. His tears spilled freely now as he sank into the embrace, knowing full well it could be the last time he would ever see his family.

I'm going to die, he thought with a flash of panic.

"I have faith in you," his mother whispered, as if reading his mind.

"Mom," Kelvin whispered, not knowing what else to say. He clung to her like he was four years old again and had fallen out of a peach tree.

"You can make it out of there," said his father. "You're a very capable boy, Kelvin."

The room was practically flooded in tears by the time the peacekeeper entered, bringing forth a fresh wave of sobs.

Kelvin's mother screamed and fought so hard reinforcements had to be brought in. His father fought too, but with more of a numbness. Kelvin saw it in his eyes. He was in shock. Or losing hope.

"We have faith in you!" his mother hollered just before the door slammed shut.

Kelvin felt like his heart had just snapped in two. He wanted to cry, but there were no tears left. All that was left was the fear steadily building up inside him.

Twenty-three other people wanted to live. Twenty-three people needed him dead. It was going to be pretty hard to get back home.

Thanks for reading! I'd really appreciate reviews; they're quite encouraging. It's nice to know someone is reading this. What are your thoughts on Kelvin? Who is your favourite so far? Least favourite?

And a special trivia question in honour of Kelvin's district:

How did the District 11 tributes of the 74th Hunger Games meet their demise?

Correct answer gets virtual cookies and my love!