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

11. District 10 Reapings: Eve&Angus

Ok guys I plan on putting some stories on hold while I help some friends of mine Annie and Ivy plan on putting on hold are

The First Victor

Dawn

and sadly a bit of Together

I hope you understand that if the story works I'll update these stoRies faster. So what were doing is we made a story called 'The Mythical and The Fallen' where you device choose your tribute instead of making it. Weird right? Well anyways we hope it works so that way we can continue our other stories.

Here are the tributes names we made:

District 1 Luxury:
Female: Nane Jewel Hadise

Male: Tristan Makuri Thorn

District 2 Masonry

Female: Phoenix O Kiku Calloway

Male: Tontuu Omacatl

District 3 Technology

Female: Nidra Nummo

Male: Opochtli Onyankopon

District 4 Fishing

Female: Nexie Nodd

Male: Thesis Tiresias

District 5 Power

Female: Nefertiti Odysseus

Male: Nirvana Annika Oakley

District 6 Transportation

Female: Nari Hath

Male: Nasu Hath

District 7 Lumber

Female: Isis Caliden

Male: Erato Marduck

District 8 Textiles

Female: Nike (Victoria) Sue

Male: Tinirau Narcissus

District 9 Grain

Female: Natigay Nefer

Male: Nidaba Nefer

District 10 Livestock

Female: Ninurta Omphale

Male: Neith Thistle

District 11 Agriculture

Female: Nhang Test

Male: Ngunza Napi

District 12 Mining

Female: Osiris Thecla Nox

Male: Thoth Tibernus Tonapa

If you want to be apart of this story, PM me, Annie or Ivy also known as Annie and Ivy, thank you so much an i'm sorry for the inconvenience of putting the stories on hold

-Esther

The First Victor

District 10 Reaping: Eve&Angus

"District 10?"

"Didn't really interest me"

"Why is that?"

"They weren't exactly as memorable as the others, I mean really who thinks they could win?"

Eve

Before The Reaping

The moment president snow announces the Hunger Games, it didn't really interest me. Yet I wanted to see how m brother would react when I fake cried. He just stood up and left. Just like that. He didn't come home till before midnight. When he saw the fake tears he just frowned and web to his room. I wasn't really surprised. I mean c'mon were talking about Cali Heriot.

"Eve hurry up!" My brother whined.

"I'm going!" I yell.

"You said that an hour ago!" He shouts.

I roll my eyes and look at myself in the mirror. Brown hair. Light brown eyes with flecks of green. Which in my opinion and many others, is horrible a horrible combination.

I sigh and open the door. You know it's kind of sad yet good in a way. The district is not nosy as what others may be like. They care for their family and only their family. Yes they have friends and stuff but try give then their space. That's the food thing. I wish I had friends.

"Happy?" I ask.

He pushes me over and kicks me out. Typical.

Nobody really likes me. Who am I kidding? Nobody likes me. I'm just another girl who was born in a boring district.

"I'm leaving" I say picking myself up.

Nobody answers. My shoulders slump. I make my way to the door.

"Eve wait!" I hear my brother say.

I turn, hopeful.

"You forgot your mask" he smirks pointing to my face. I turn around and leave.

So much for a good brother.

The Reaping

"District 10, what a" the escort pauses. Looking around. Disgusted.

"Pleasure, to be here, my name is Marcella!"

We all stay silent.

"Well then, lets get started shall we?" She walks over to the reaping bowl and picks up a slip. She walks back to the podium.

I stand there, neutral as she opens the slip of paper.

"Eve Harriot!" She says. My shoulders slump but I stand up straighter. I don't want to look like a weakling. I quickly make my way to the stage.

But you are a weakling.

"Excited are we?" She asks.

I don't answer. She clears her throat.

"Very well then! On with the boys!" She says enthusiastically

I look for my brother in the crowd and see him staring at a girl. Typical. I frown. He makes eye contact with me and smiles. Smiles. I guess I'm on my own then.

You were always on your own.

Angus

Before The Reaping

"I'm leaving" My brother says.

"Ok do that go back to your little slut!" My mother shouts. I hear the bang. I cower under my bed.

"Angus you little rat! Where are you?!" My mother shouts.

I stop breathing as I hear footsteps near my room. The door slowly opens.

"Looks like you left me too, huh? I should've known. All of you are just like your father" I hear her say. When she leaves I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly get out from under the bed and quietly rush toward the window. I slip out and make my way toward the reaping.

Take a deep breath Angus. You won't get picked. I breath in and out.

Here we go.

The Reaping

"District 10, what a" the escort pauses. Looking around. Disgusted but not showing it.

"Pleasure, to be here, my name is Marcella!" Marcella says.

We all stay silent.

She walks over to the reaping bowl and picks up a slip. She walks back to the podium.

I stare at her as she unfolds the slip of paper.

"Eve Harriot!" Marcella says. A girl rushes to the stage. Like she excited. I shake my head.

"Excited are we?" She asks.

She doesn't answer. Just looks in the crowd and you can see disappointment flash threw her eyes.

"Very well then! On with the boys!" Marcella says enthusiastically.

I cross my fingers and hope it's not me. Marcella walks toward the bowl and picks up a slip of paper. My hearts skips a beat for some reason.

"Angus Over!" Marcella says. I go limp. I can't feel anything. I stand there staring at the ground. I look up and make eye contact with Eve. She stares sympathetically at me. This causes me to walk slowly towards the stage.

"A bit slow aren't we?" Marcella jokes.

I stare at the ground. Hoping that someone could save me. But deep down no one can. Because who wants to volunteer to fight to the death and possibly die? Because honesty this district is not one to breed brave people. Just a bunch of cowards. I look for my mom in the crowd. She has tears streaming down her face. I guess no one can help me. I'm hopeless. This is it. I'm going to die. And there's nothing I can do to stop it. Nothing.

"Name one thing you didn't like about them"

"The way they gave up so quickly, I

mean I understand, you were chosen for the games, that's devastating, but why would you give up so early?"

-The 10th Victor