Chapter 2

Flain Twitcher walked on the stage as they announced the one of the only four tributes to win in district 3. The others were living various lives. One was a Peacekeeper, one went to the Capital and the other was dead. He walked took a mock bow, as he does every year. "Welcome to the sixty eighth battle of wits, strategies and whoever's from district one, two and four!" A few people laughed but a glare from the mayor stopped them.

"And now let me introduce our wonderfully dressed, overly enthusiastic and so happy to be here, Lisa," He paused to throw a Frisbee into the crowd. "Fechet!" He ended, pointing at the audience. Almost everyone laughed, including the mayor and a few Peacekeepers.

Lisa walked on the stage fuming, trying to hide it but failing. She approached the microphone and adjusted it to her height. She paused for an agonizingly long moment.

Flain poked Lisa's arm. "You gonna say it?"

She sent a death glare at Flain. "Happy Hunger Games! And—"

"And may the tributes be strong, courageous and hopefully have enough sense to bring us home a feast!" Flain cut in joyously. The crowd was silent for a moment then Kalain giggled. The girls around her started laughing and then pretty much everyone was except for Lisa.

After Lisa regained her composure, she stuffed her hand in the girls' glass ball. "Let's not waste any more time." She glared into the crowd. "Girls first, as usual. Let's see which one of you demonic little… I mean, beautiful angels will be picked for this year's entertainment."

Flain bumped into her slightly, causing her to scream and trip over her six-inch heels and off the stage. The mayor stood up and walked over. "Well, I guess I get to pick the names this year."

Everyone fell silent. He stuck his hand in and pulled out a name. "The female tribute for this year's Hunger Games is… Kalain Fissure.

As soon as Kamek heard those words he froze up. He realized two things: one, Kalain couldn't stand the sight of blood just like her sister, and two, since candy was volunteering; he knew that at least one of them wouldn't be coming back. "No!" he mentally screamed. "Why Kalain?"

Kalain was equally shocked but knew that she had to strategize. Kalain and Kamek were smart, like really smart. They could analyze a situation and come up with a plan in an instant. Kalain decided the best way to do this was to play it cool. Inside she felt like she might throw up, since this meant fighting candy, but she knew that if she revealed her emotions now, she would look weak and be targeted by the other tributes.

As she walked up, she smiled and held her head high, looking for all the world like she wanted this to happen. As she approached the stage, she could see Lisa walking back up the steps, trying to recompose herself.

She looked at Kalain and said "you look happy."

Kalain thought for a moment. "You don't. As for my attitude, I've always wanted to be in the hunger games! I just never had the courage to volunteer."

Lisa looked bewildered. "Well that's great. Now let's not dilly dally, boys next."

Kalain stood smiling until Lisa pulled out the name.

"Kamek fissure."

All the color drained from Kalain's face.

"No!" She yelled in her mind. "First candy then me and now Kamek?"

Kamek was equally shocked, but immediately decided that a little sibling rivalry might be just what the cameras needed.

Kamek walked up and glared at Kalain. And then, he started blinking.

Kalain and Kamek were some of the only people in the world who still new Morse code. As Kamek was blinking, Kalain was watching.

"We hate each other." He blinked.

Kalain snarled at Kamek.

"Got it" she blinked back.

"Do you to know each other?" Lisa asked.

"We're twins," Kamek growled. "I'm older."

"By two minutes!" Kalain shot back.

"Whoa you two! Save your punches for the arena!" Flain chided.

"District 3," Lisa exclaimed "I give you your tributes Kalain and Kamek Fissure! Happy hunger games and may the odds-"

"Be ever in our favor, we get it." Kalain smirked.

Lisa lost it. "I quit!" she shouted.

Flain smiled. Unfortunately you can't quit half way through the year. Poor Lisa.

AN: I really like writing these and I try to come out with new one every week or so.

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-Bob Sanders