AN: In the Next couple of Chapters I shall be writing in Various POV's Mainly from Abby's POV however there will be sections from all the other tributes, and Blake as well.

Another Note: I wrote the first chapter before reading Catching Fire and Mockingjay, so I apologise if anything is similar to the books, I believed I was being original and I realised that when I read the book some of the stuff I wrote was similar to the book. So apologies for that.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything to do with the Hunger Games. All I own is Honey, Abby, Freddie, Blake and the other Oc's-Who are credited to their creators.
Without further Ado: The story of us.

Chapter two: I become a Barbie Doll.

'Chosen? Tribute?' This runs through my head as I stand, almost paralysed in shock, off in the distance I hear Freddie screaming my name and I let out a dry sob. "Dear? Where are you dear? C'mon!" Effie smiles at me and I slowly begin my journey up to the stage, my legs shake heavily, my whole body tense. All I can think about is the same scene with Honey. I feel like crying on national TV, but I don't, instead I hold my head up high and look around the scene, I catch eyes with Blake, and my body tenses still, I look away quickly and head up to the stage.

"Hurry up." Effie's Poison sweet voice snaps and I jump, quickly hurrying up the stairs, I don't dare look at Blake, or Freddie, or even my dad, and I couldn't bear to see their faces.

"Well. Abby Meldune, didn't you have a sister last year? Honey Meldune?" Effie laughs brightly and my fists clench at my side. "Yes." I say through my clenched teeth, the pain of remembering Honey slashing through my like a knife to my heart, another coal on the bonfire, another memory to make me explode, to fizzle out, but I don't, I force a fake smile at her, though my eyes are icy behind the Camera but she smiles and shakes it off, forcing me to stand on the right side, brushing it off with a wave of her hand "Yes, yes I remember her!" She brushed it off like she brushes off every life she's taken. "Now for the boys!" And with that she saunters over to the boys bowl, I keep my eyes on the floor, fighting back tears on national TV.

I feel woozy but I scowl at the floor, knowing that if I look up I'll cry. I don't want to be pinned as the weakling. I'll go home. I'm coming home. I tell myself, determined it to be true.

Then there was silence, like a drum beating as the tension rose, getting more and more in the silence, until… "Blake Stanford!" Effie calls and my head snaps up, a whimper escapes my throat, but Blake merely looks down, his mousy hair visible in the crowd.

Then he moves, his head raised and he walks towards the stage, confidently, a scowl on his handsome features, I winced as his cold eyes regarded me with no emotion.

I didn't know how he was feeling, but I had a knot in my stomach, one that wouldn't uncurl, I knew three things: 1. I was a tribute. 2. I was going to die. 3. Blake is a tribute too.

I felt sick, my head was spinning; I don't even recall what Effie was saying, images of Honey and nymph running through my brain, Freddie, Dad, and Blake. I stumbled, my vision cloudy, tears brimming in my vision, then I heard the whole crowd gasp before I hit the floor, my vision going black.

Blake's POV

I hear her name and my eyes widen, I look towards her grief stricken body, I remember her looking the same way when Honey was Chosen; Wide eyes, pale and tense body, but she doesn't make a sound, instead she heads towards the stage in a dead shuffle, I know that walk, the walk of someone heading to their death.

She looks for me as she walks, and I catch her eye, but she doesn't show it. Instead she forces her head up and heads towards the stage, walking up the stairs. I clench my fists, wanting to run. I didn't have any family left, no-one they could torture me with, but would I leave her?

I start thinking, my head spinning and I see her face go pale, then suddenly, when I look at the slip in Effie's hand. I know why.

I hear my name and a numb feeling spread over my body; I bow my head, my fists clenched at my side. 'I'm gunna have to kill her... she's going to die.' I didn't like it, the bad voices in my head, whispering and jeering at me, a knot forms in my stomach and I feel woozy, but I quickly hurry out from my line-up and towards the stage, my head held high, I had formulated a plan. "…" I was silent as I climbed the stairs, Abby looks at me desperately, but my eyes bore into hers with a coldness that makes her shiver, I watch her bow her head again.

All the while during Effie's speech I watched Abby, I could see her face contorted with pain, she stumbled and I did everything I could to stop myself from running over and helping her, she looked sick and then suddenly.. *THUMP* this time I ran to her unconscious body, I shook her shoulders, ignoring the camera's and everyone watching, She didn't move. I heard Effie calling for peace keepers but I scowled and picked her up myself, carrying her.

She was surprisingly light, but she didn't get any lighter, I carried her towards the Capitol building and placed her on the couch, I would have stayed with her, if not for the peacekeepers coming in and forcing me away, I scowl and scratch at their hands, throwing punches trying to get them to let me stay. They don't.

Finally it takes three of them to hoist up my body and carry me away towards my own compartment in the Justice building.

I didn't have any family; I sit in my room, on the couch with my head in my hands, images swimming around my head. A lone tear run down my face and I quickly brushed it away.

I had my plan; I knew what I was gunna do.

'I would protect her with my life, I would stalk her and make sure no-one killed us; she would be the one to go home'

Abby's POV

I woke up in a white walled room, lying on a red couch, my eyesight was blurry, my head still pounded. I sat up; the effort was enough to make my head spin, I remember everything.

The Reaping of both Blake and myself, the look on Freddie's face the look on Father's Face-.. I let out a dry sob, knowing they will be here soon; I rub my pounding head and get to my feet.

Suddenly there is a knock on the door and my head snaps to it. Freddie bursts in, his face streaked with tears and I look down, ashamed almost. "Oh Sissy!" He throws his tiny arms around my waist and I stifle a sob.

He sobs in my arms and I kneel down to pick him up and hold him close, my Father walking into the room soon after. Without saying a word he walks over and embraces us both, resting his chin on my head and I sigh, closing my eyes. Its times like this I feel like a proper family. I think bitterly and hold them as close as I can.

"Please don't leave like Honey did..." Freddie whispers and I can't stop the tear that rolls down my cheek at the memory. "I'll try Freddie..." I whisper into his head and he buries his head into the crook of my neck, my Father is crying openly too, knowing he's losing his daughter all over again. His second daughter, I look at him. "You do not let this happen to Freddie." I say sternly, albeit quietly, I don't know why I'm angry at him, it's not like he can control the reaping. "Take up extra jobs. It won't be hard now that there's one less mouth to feed." I speak through my teeth, angry at him, angry at the capitol, angry that Freddie has to grow up and maybe face the games himself. My Father nods and I hand Freddie to him, so we embrace again.

And so the three of us, stand there crying, sobbing in the comfort of each other's arms, until the peacekeeper comes and whisks them away, Freddie screams and kicks and I try to assure him that everything will be fine, but somehow, I can't bring myself to do that.

Because I know it won't be, I am going to die.

After the door closes I turn away, waiting for someone else to come, but no-one does, an hour passes by before Effie opens the door, and instinctively I jump and turn to her, she lets out a shrill laugh and I wince. "Save that for the arena honey" She says sardonically and I scowl as I feel her talon nails on my back, half forcing me and half leading me to the train.

I see Blake arrive next to me from another car and I try to walk to him, but Effie pulls me back. "Now aren't twelve in for a treat. You have the opportunity to be coached by the famous star crossed lovers, Katniss and Peeta Mellark." I smile softly.

Blake still avoids both mine and Effie's eyes and returns to staring at the train. "Right" Is the only thing his says and I jump at his normally smooth voice sounding rough and riddled with tears.

He brushes past me and hops onto the train, slamming the door behind him. I wince as the door slams and make towards it myself, with Effie muttering about bad manners, I roll my eyes in disgust, obviously knowing already that we won't get on.

Inside the train carriage takes my breath away, the walls were metal, as is the outside of the train, but the floors were luscious velvet, the walls were metal, as is the outside of the train, but the floors were luscious velvet, and the tables held so much food it could feed my entire district.

Of course Blake was nowhere to be seen, probably been assigned his room, I scowl and look back at Katniss and Peeta. "So this is it then? We start training for our deaths?" Katniss gives me a sad look, as if she can't counter what I just said. "Yes. But for now. We train like careers." She says softly, a wistful look in her eyes.

I scoff and head off to my room, flopping down on the massive bed. Its better by far than anything I've ever had. I scowl at the wall, when I hear my room door open, I look up and Peeta enters my room. "Hey. Abby right?" I nod and turn my harsh gaze to him, he doesn't waver.

"Yeah, well what's your strategy? I mean, you have me and Katniss as mentors now. You can ask us anything." I shrug it off. "You're just preparing me for slaughter. I know all that I need."

He sighs and runs a hand through his short hair. "I thought that too. But District 12 can have another winner." He tries to encourage me, but I sit up. "And that would mean murdering my best friend." He sighs and nods. "I know how you feel." He mutters before heading to the door.

"Just try to trust us, okay? No matter what you think. We're not your enemy." I roll my eyes as he leaves, before curling up into a ball. I'm so scared, I start shaking and tensing, tears rolling down my cheeks. I hug my knees tightly, sobbing into them, curled up into the tiny ball.

My vision becomes blurry and I can't breathe, the thought of my future finally catching up with me, the one thought plaguing my mind. "I'm going to die. I'm going to die." And with that came the voices, echoing my thoughts, I scream and hold my head, wishing the voices would go away. But they don't.

Blake's POV

They usher us into separate cars, not once do I look her way, I know if I did, I'd cry. Wincing at how pathetic I seem, I force a calm and cold mask, just like I have all these years. I sneak a peek at her, and see her face streaked with fresh tears, her eyes bloodshot and the hope slowly fading from her blue eyes. I look away before she can see me looking; wishing I could comfort her, but I can't, I know I can't, I would only put us in danger.

Effie introduces us to our mentors, although I already know who they are, I stare coldly up into the faces of Katniss and Peeta, and they don't know how lucky they are. They both got to live; they both got their happy ending. "Right." I cut off Effie, Once again ignoring Abby. If we can't both live. Then one of us will.

I brush past her, ignoring Katniss and Peeta, I know it's rude, and I vaguely hear Effie muttering about bad manners, but I don't care. I storm off to my room, ignoring the vast array of foods, even though it makes my stomach lurch I know it's supplied by the very same place that will kill us in two weeks, the very same place that leaves our district starving.

I barricade myself in my room, locking the door behind me and finally collapsing on my bed, I put my head in my hands and look down. "Blake?" I hear Katniss call through my door. "Can I come in?" I scoff; they must have drawn straws for who got which tribute. "No." I call harshly back through the door. "You cannot."

She sighs. "I can help you, if you would just let me." I growl at the door and clench my fists. "Right." Is all I say and she sighs again. "Come find me if you need me." And with that, she disappears. I know I should accept her help, but at this moment I can't even think straight.

I hear Abby crying and screaming from the adjoining room, I want to go to her but I stay still instead, my head in my hands, my whole body shaking. Instead I try to lie back on my bed, try to get some sleep, but it's obvious within five minutes that, I won't be sleeping.

So I turn to the Television, its larger than any I've ever seen, but what would I know? Being an orphaned brat. However I look at all the reaping's, I hear Abby doing the same next door, her screaming has ceased but I can tell she's still crying. I watch all the reaping's, making note of all tributes. "One… Two... Three..." I count them all, deciding them all by number, instead of names. I want allies. But not Allies for me. I want her to live. I might team up with her, keep her alive until the last moment, where I kill myself and let her live.

I scoff, it sounds like a lovesick boy begging for his love. But I'm not an ordinary lovesick boy; I'm not from an ordinary place. I'm not from one of those little novels that you read about. This is real life, with real people dying. And soon enough. I will be one of them. I will be one of the dead, staring lifelessly at the capitol sky, being transported away in a hover craft to be buried and returned to my family.

But I won't, I won't be returned to my family, I don't have any family left. I won't be buried in peace; I won't be buried with the rest. I will be nought but a body in a grave. A capitol pawn. A capitol pawn that never made his way home.

Abby's POV

Sometime during the reaping's, I fell asleep, the blankets clutched in my hands, like I used to when I was a child. I remember being a child, being innocent and free, but I'm definitely not now.

I awake quickly, a cold sweat coating my body, another nightmare, this one much like the others. Honey is standing in a field, I scream with joy and run to her, but before I reach her, I stop, I take in her body, her beautiful blonde hair, streaked with brown, it all being matted with blood, she turned to me, her face, her once beautiful face ruined, blood running down it, pouring from her eyes, her mouth stretched into a pained but pyscho smile. I scream and she opens her mouth, more blood pouring down onto her flowing white burial gown, the blood staining her dress and her pale face. "ABBYYYYYYYYYYYY" She coos and I scream, her voice feeling like knives on my skin, like two people were talking at once. She raised her hand, still calling my name in the same freaky tone, I see that her hand has acquired an axe, which she raises above her head; I see the line on her neck where Nymph had killed her. She swung towards my body.

"ARGH!" I let out a scream, sitting up in bed, looking around, my cheeks feel wet and I quickly feel them, expecting blood, all I feel is tears.

Someone is knocking on my door and I sigh. "Five minutes Freddy!" I call out of impulse. "Uh... No. Not Freddy." Katniss' voice calls through the metal door, I sigh and get to my feet, walking to the door and opening it. "…" She observes my state, before taking my hand and dragging me back into my room, sitting down on my bed. "… Nightmares?" She asks and I shrug, reluctant to talk to her, she takes that as a yes and reaches her hand forward, caressing my cheek.

"I know. I know what they are like. I also know what it is like to lose family." I wince, bowing my head. "I went to school with Honey. She had the most beautiful laugh, she was caring and kind, I remember her telling me every day that she had to pick up her baby sister, and her baby brother." She looks down at me, her eyes slightly misty as she reminisces.

"It's rigged isn't it?!" I sob into my hands, rocking back and forth and Katniss turns to me. "I was meant to be chosen! Two sisters killed on National T.V.! The Capitol could have a field day." I sob, shaking my head, the words making it hard to breathe, my throat feeling choked.

Katniss bows her head, wincing at the mention of the Capitol. ".. I wish I could tell you that you are wrong." She says softly, it only makes me sob more, I think about everything as she wraps her arms around me; Honey, Freddy, Father. I fall silent.

We stay in silence for a little while, before I clear my throat. "How do you cope?" I whisper and she looks down at me. "Who says I do?"

So there you go, Chapter two. Thank you guys for reviewing and whatnot, I don't need reviews but each one is appreciated.

Sorry for the Shortness of this chapter compared from the other one. I didn't have as much writing mojo. So Anyway. Next Chapter will be from the viewpoints of the other Tributes. So it will be longer. About 12 tributes next chapter or maybe 6.

I have so much work to do at school that the only time I have to write is in the morning in my form time, which is only 20 minutes. So, I try to write as much as I can, even if it means on scrap that I type up later.

Credit going out to the people who sent in Oc's for me to use. Thank you very much and they will be in the next chapter! Please keep sending in your tributes!

I will upload the newest tribute form on my profile. You may look there. Also the SYOT form is on there.

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE! Send in your beautiful tributes, as I will use them and I promise I will stick to your description. I have the tribute form on my Profile and also one in the first chapter of this story. Either one must be sent in by PM. If you have an account I promise I will come and favourite you as an Author and Credit will go out to everyone who sends in tributes.

I have all the OC's sent in assigned to Districts. I tried to keep as close as possible to the requests but not everyone is in their desired district.

Thank you!

Jessie-Daughter-Of-Apollo

P.S I know I haven't been updating but I'm trying the best I can, I'm in the final year of high school and I have a bunch of coursework and exams to do. So I'm writing whenever I can. However this is my second chapter and I promise to have more by the end of this month. Kay?

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