The First Victor

by Esther The Victor

"I felt their pain as they died I felt their tears on my cheeks I felt their screams in my throat, I felt like I was them, like I was the one dying while everyone in the Capitol cheered my killer on, and once they died, I felt their happiness, I felt their joy when they figured the pain was over, and I will never forget that feeling,never" -The First Victor

10. District 9 Reapings: Mazie&Rye

The First Victor

District 9 Reaping: Mazie Ellwood & Rye Ellwood

"What about District 9?"

"District 9, well there's very little to say about that district"

"And what would that be?"

"They didn't try hard enough, and if they did, it didn't look like it"

Mazie

Before the Reaping

"Hey Rye?!" I scream looking through my small closet. Rye's my brother. He's 17 and we have an okay relationship.

"What Mazie?" He yells back.

"What dress is better? The blue one or the red one?!" I ask.

"I think the blue one is better, red makes you look like your bleeding" he explains walking into my room. I giggle as he walks out.

"Ok thanks" I chirp. I quickly take out the blue dress and put on the dress with my white shoes. I look in the mirror. My violet eyes, dark red hair and freckles stand out on my pale skin. I put on my white sweater since its cold outside. I quickly go to the living room and yell that I'm ready.

As we step outside I feel a chill run through my body. That only occurs when something bad is going to happen. I possibly turn paler.

The Reaping

"Just breath Mazie, your going to be ok" my friend Ella says soothingly.

She has dark blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and she's tan. She's my best friend. She has a big brother, Jack, he's 19. And unlike me, she has parents. Mine died during the war. Leaving Rye to take care of me. He's not bad at it. There's always food on the table but there's no chatter or friendliness when we eat, just the clatter of kitchen utensils.

"Ok Ella" I say.

The escort comes out and everyone stops talking.

"Welcome district 9! I'm Argentia your tribute escort!" She looks around. Smiling. She looks at me and smiles wider. I smile shyly.

"Very well then! Lets get started!" She says. I like her she's friendly and enthusiastic. When she pulls out the slip of paper I begin to feel dizzy and my palms get sweaty. Then she reads it.

"Mazie Ellwood!" She announces. A strangled cry comes from the back of my throat. Tears start to spill from my eyes as I look at Ella. Who's to shocked to do anything. Everyone looks at me and backs away. Leaving me alone. Afraid that if I touch them, they'll too be stuck with the curse of a tribute.

I climb up the steps and hold my head down. I look at Rye who looks neutral. I feel like someone's stabbing my heart. Like if nobody cares. Like I'm dead.

What's the point of trying when your dead?

Rye Ellwood

Before the Reaping

I never really had a good relationship with my little sister Mazie. I've tried but I'm always busy. Always working. So I've decided that after the reaping, I'm going to fix that.

"Hey Rye?!" She yells. I quickly get up.

"What?!" I yell back.

"What dress is better? The blue or the red one?!" She asks. I roll my eyes. Girls and their fashion. I walk to her room.

"I think the blue one is better, red makes you look like your bleeding" I explain trying to sound friendly as walk into her room. She doesn't notice. She giggles as I walk out.

"Ok thanks" she chirps. I nod and close the door so she can change. I quickly change into my reaping outfit. It's just a pair of pants and a clean white shirt with a pair of black shoes. I look at the small mirror. I look like a normal teenager with my red-brown hair, tan skin, and my brown eyes. My dad had the same color of eyes as me and the same color of hair as Mazie, which is dark red. My mom had tan skin and red-brown hair and violet eyes. They're dead now. Thanks to the war. I have provided for me and Mazie ever since. We always have food on the table because of it.

"Rye hurry up!" Mazie yells. I quickly go out of my room and head over to her. She looks adorable. She becomes paler as we walk out the door. She must be scared. If mom where here, she would have hugged us and told us to be brave.

But moms not here, and neither is dad. We just have each other. And that's all we need.

The Reaping

The escort comes out and everyone stops talking.

"Welcome district 9! I'm Argentia your tribute escort!" She looks around. Smiling. She stops and smiles wider at someone in the 12-year-old group at the back. I instantly know it's Mazie. She isn't one to blend in here. Considering how her appearance is like.

"Very well then! Lets get started!" She says. How can she be so enthusiastic? It's disgusting. When she takes the slip of paper out I hope to the heavens it's not Mazie, she's too young.

"Mazie Ellwood!" She announces. A strangled cry comes from the back. I look down. Everyone backs away from her. Like she's infected. Hurt flashes in her eyes. I feel like running up to her and hugging her, tell her everything's ok. But I can't.

So I compose myself and hope that she doesn't notice the pain inside of me. When she climbs up the steps she looks in my direction. Desperately. All I do is stand there. Like everything's normal. But it's not, and it never will be.

"Now for the boys!" Argentia chirps as she walks to the bowl that contains 6 slips with my name in it.

I'm too busy focusing on Mazie to realize she's called the name. I look around. Then I feel someone nudge me. I realize everyone's backed away from me. Then I realize it. It's me. And I have to fight against Mazie.

Well I might as well die.

"Now do you think district 9 would stand a chance in the games if you were a Capitol citizen watching the reapings?"

"Not really"

"Why not?"

"These tributes don't exactly look like the smartest of people, I mean look at 'em! Ones crying her arse off and the other one's standing there in the middle of the crowd, daydreaming!"

-The 9th Victor