It's Not My Time

by Turtle1999

"Spears, Aki!" The fat man boomed. Wait! What he had called my name. Time stopped completely as every head turned toward me. My fate had been decided I was going to die in the Hunger Games, the game of death was going to claim me.

2. Chapter 2

It's Not My Time Chapter 2

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated…I have had writer's block and as some of you may know, I've been mostly writing for my story The Blood Battles.

Disclaimer: No I do not own the HUNGER GAMES.

My throat went dry. My heart sank further than rock bottom. I caught Kevin and my mother's eyes, Kevin looked scared and my mother's face was expressionless as always. I felt like crying, right then and there, but I couldn't. I put a brave, strong look on my face, and even managed a purposeful glare into the camera as I walked by.

I was going to take a stand against the Capitol, even if it cost me my life; I made a promise to myself that I would.

I walked and stood by the microphone and the escort.

"Now for the gentlemen," His voice filled the square. He reached into the bowl and pulled out a slip that had one person's fate written on it. "Jackson, Christopher" He called. Christopher made his way out of the crowd.

He was as old as you could be to be in the 'game'. He was almost eighteen, the age when you are no longer legible for the reaping. He was tall, and muscular. He had dark brown, almost black, hair. And piercing brown eyes. He had a hardened look set to his face. He took his place next to me.

Nobody volunteered.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, your 99th Annual Hunger Games Tributes!" A slight cheer went up over the square.

I throat felt like sandpaper, and my legs felt like bricks. I felt nauseous, like I was going to be sick.

We went to say our good-byes.

My first visitor was Logan. He walked in, a sad gleam in his eyes. His usually cheerful eyes were red and puffy; I could tell he had been crying.

"Aki," He breathed. He came and sat next to me. I didn't even look up, I couldn't. If I looked at him, I was afraid I would lose it. He took my hand in his. I gave in; I looked up at him. He had tears in his eyes. I felt tears starting to spill out of my eyes. He took his finger and wiped them away. I managed a small smile, and he gave my hand a squeeze. He leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back until he pulled back. He wasn't trying to hide his tears anymore.

"Please come back," He whispered.

"I will." I said looking into his blue-green eyes.

The door opened and a Peacemaker came in. Logan got up and walked to the door. When he got to the thresh-hold he looked over his shoulder.

"Stay strong," He said, and with that he was gone.

My next visitor was my brother. He walked over to me.

"So, Aki, when your in there, how bad are you gonna kick butt?" He asked a twinkle in his eyes.

Despite everything, I had to laugh. "Come here," I said and wrapped him. "Where's Mom?" I asked.

"She didn't want to come," He said quietly.

"Oh," My heart dropped even further.

I thought that just maybe even she would want to bid her own daughter good-bye before she went into an arena where every other person was trying to kill her…I guess I was wrong, I felt the a serge of anger toward her, even though she hadn't done much since my dad had died, I still wanted to say good-bye to her.

I hugged Logan tightly. I memorized everything I could about my brother right then and there, the little things that I never really noticed: The smell of his hair, the darkly tanned shad of his skin, the way his hands felt on my back…the little things you never really noticed, the things you normally take for granted.

He pulled out of my arms. He took something out of his pocket and pressed it into my hand; I looked at it. It was a pin with a large golden bass fish on it. I recognized it; it had belonged to my father when he was alive.

The peacemaker opened the door.

"See you later," He said, the tears starting to well up in his eyes.

I wanted to hug him again, to tell him it would all be all right, to stroke his hair, and let his cry on my shoulder, but instead, all I could do was muster a weak 'good-bye.'

"This isn't good-bye, Aki, it's only see you later," He said.

I nodded.

For a nine year old, he sure was comforting.

~0~

I didn't feel any better as I boarded the train, or when we stopped in the other districts. I just felt the same feeling of numbness that I had felt ever since the escort had called my name, that was until we arrived at the Capitol, and hatred rose in me.

A/N: I hope you liked it…I will try to update soon.