Family Fought

by lokiandvalkyrietakeoveryoutube

Harper and Hexon Kelton are twins from District 12. They have a "dead" father, a depression-ridden mother and themselves to depend on. When the reaping day draws near, and their names are pulled from the reaping ball, they suddenly have a flipped world with more surprises that unfold along the way. What would you do? Rated T for violence.

2. Chapter 2

Family Fought
The 66th Hunger Games from District 12

My life blurs and I am forced to move my puppet arms to shake Hexon's frail hands. Words pass through my head, in one ear and out the other, rattling my brain.
I'm being sent to a glamourised death sentence.
Before I know it I'm wrapped in my mother's arms. They decided to let me and Hexon say goodbye to our mother in one room - there's no point in having us apart to say goodbye to the same person.
The only person we have left to hold onto, except each other.
"I'm sorry mum." Hexon sobs. "I'm sorry we have to go."
Mum leans back, shaking her thick, brown waves.
"I understand that. The odds weren't in our favour. They never are, and never will be."
"Mum, we'll do our bests. We'll keep our clean reputation, right Hexon?" I say, my automated robot voice struggling to string the sentence.
Mum is quickly ushered out of the room before we can answer the question, and me and Hexon fall onto the sofa, cradling each other and sobbing. I flashback to when we were kids, and dad was taken away. The only comfort was one another - the love of a sibling.

Effie escorted our broken souls into the Capitol train. We were waving goodbye, sullen faces everywhere. The tale of a brother and sister going into the arena was practically unheard of - let alone twins. Cashmere and Gloss are the only heard of brother and sister tributes. They won the Hunger Games in a consecutive fashion, Gloss winning the 63rd and Cashmere the 64th.
The only brother and sister wining hope, shattered when I realised it was different years.
"Cheer up sweethearts, you get to enjoy all the Capitol privileges!" Effie says merrily. I glance up at her light purple wig. Ridiculous, I think. She has no idea, the thought of having to face killing or being killed by Hexon is heartbreaking. Having to see his face on a hologram in the sky.
The door swiftly slides open, and a man enters. My head slightly turns and I double take. The familiar brown curls, the chocolate brown eyes.
Dad.
Hexon is staring, too. He isn't dead. He's most definitely an Avox. A tortured soul, who has to tend to his own kids for a build up to their deaths. Most likely to be slaughtered afterwards.
Dad quickly walks out the room, not glancing back.
"Manners, children!" Effie snaps. "Staring is beyond rudeness."
"That's our dad." I mumble.
"Darling, speak up. I want you to be loud and clear."
"He's our dad, Effie!" Hexon yells. "He's. Our. Father. Clear enough? Loud enough?"
Hexon stands up and storms out the room. Staring at Effie, I follow in his footsteps and into his room.
"I hate this. I hate the Capitol. I'm sorry, I may kill people in the arena, but that's what we're put in there for. No kill equals a bored Capitol, which means more punishment for us." Hexon huffs. I nod, deep in thought about my strategy. I'm no good at wielding a sword, or shooting an arrow, or hurling a spear. I'm no good at snares, or even running from an enemy. I'll be dead in the first hour.
"Harper, are you listening?"
I snap back into reality.
"Sorry... No, I'm thinking about strategies when I remember the only hope I possibly have is camouflage."
"We have training. You may find yourself quite talented with a bow."
Considering answering that question, I open my mouth to speak as Effie knocks on the door, requesting we go to meet Haymitch - our mentor.
Haymitch is known for being the 2nd Quarter Quell/50th Hunger Games victor. Also for being drunk 90% of the time.
We both stood up, adjusted our clothes and walked down the hall, back towards the dining room to meet our mentor.