Hay there everyone good luck to having a great 2014. Sorry I haven't updated in a while my brother had a baby boy it's his 5th, and I have just been getting to know him, but I want you all to know something I won't stop writing this story until it is finished. Because it wouldn't be fair to all of you if I quit, and that is something I hate to do. The next chapter will be Districts 6 and 7, with a chapter from the capital. If you have any issues or questions about the story please tell me, and I will see if I can help, Enjoy.
Due to the previous program error .The reaping's after show will have after the reaping's of all the districts a jam-packed info session about this year's tributes, and what is in store for them in this year's 103rd, but for now we will show the bios for district 4's tributes, but for tributes afterword will in the episode after all the reaping's. So please enjoy.
Name: Cobalt Burbank
Age: 16
District: 4
Gender: Female
Hair Color: Caramel Blonde
Eye Color: Baby Blue
Skin Color: Peaches and Cream
Height: 5'7
Weight: 23kg – 52 lbs
Kills: 0
Name: Marcus Migrove
Age: 14
District: 4
Gender: Male
Hair Color: Sandy Blonde
Eye Color: Hazel
Skin Color: Bronzed
Height: 5'2
Weight: 53kg – 118 pounds
Kills: 0
Byron Rivers – POV
I look towards the clock as it strikes midnight, as I work on my plasma generator for work
Well today is the day. The day part of me fears, and the other hopeful. I am fearful of my daughter April being reaped, but hopeful that my other child, July does get reaped. What the hell am I thinking! why am I thinking like that, July is as much as my child as April, it's just been hard on her since Joan her mother died. She was closer with her than me ever since we adopted her. I think to myself.
After putting the last touches on the generator. I turn it on then I am suddenly thrown across the room against the wall, and landing with a thud.
"God dame it" I yell. Then move towards it carefully to shut it off." Why isn't working
"Daddy, what are you doing?"?
I turn to see April in her pajamas with a scared look on her face. I walk towards her, and lift her into my arms cuddling her.
"Hey sweets. Did I wake you up?" I ask
"Yeah, it's fine though". What are you doing up?"
"I could get to sleep sweets, so I figure I might as well do something other than tossing, and turning in bed" I answer.
I hear her yawn on my chest. "What are you working on daddy?" she asks me.
I walk towards my workbench, and sit her next to the generator. "Well April. This is a plasma generator, and…"
"What's a plasma generator?" she asks.
"It's… well, it's something that produces energy"
"Like electricity"
I smile. "Like electricity, only more….." I pause, because I am not sure how to explain it.
"Better" she offers
"Yes, and cleaner, and safer, although electricity is a good resource, it isn't very good for our environment, and it is dangerous to…."
"Is that why mommy died, because it isn't safe?" she whispers.
I am a little shocked, and the look on her face just breaks my heart." Yes, April that is why mommy… died, because… because it wasn't safe" I croak out, as I try, fight back the tears.
"And you're trying to fix that aren't you, but why aren't other people trying to make it safe too?" she asks.
"Because, it's hard for people to change, and what people can't seem to change is there need for more. They can't change their greed, even at the cost of people lives" I explain.
"But not you dad" she states, as she grabs my hand.
"Nope, not me kiddo" I say. I look down at our hands, and I see a bruise on her arm.
" April how did that get there" I say gesturing to her arm.
She looks away, and covers her arm" I bumped my arm on the door" she mumbles.
"April… April looks at me" I demand. She slowly looks up.
"April that doesn't look like a bruise from a door. It looks like a hand, was it July again…. April! Was it July." I demand.
"I am feeling tired, I am going back to bed" she deflects, as she tries to get off the table.
I stop her, and then grab her shoulders firmly.
"Dad please, I need to sleep, it's the reaping today" she pleads.
I reluctantly let go of her, and she gets up off the table, and walks towards the door.
"We are not done talking about this April, and if she is hurting you please tell me, because it's my job to protect you" I say
"Goodnight dad" she says
"And the female tribute for the 103rd Hunger Games is …. April Rivers" says Fabio the capital escort.
"No!" I roar.
I try to run towards April, but my friends hold me back it takes three of them to hold me." Let go, let go of me" I yell.
"I volunteer"
I stop struggling, to see who said it. I see someone step out of the crowd, and I see July, but that isn't possible.
"July" I say in disbelief. I see July walk towards the stage, as April starts running towards me. I pull myself out of the friend's arms to meet; when I do I scoop her up in my arms, and walk away from the town square. I turn to look at July, and give her a smile and mouth thank you, and continue to walk away from town square thinking why did she do that? Why did she save April?
Julio Strong – POV
As I walk through the gate for my house in the victors village, and as I walk through the door I yell "Armando? Armando?" I walk to the kitchen, because I smell food cooking.
Instead of Armando, I see Phillip his fraternal twin in the kitchen cooking "Phillip, where is your brother? He suppose to come to the factory for work training" I say.
"He is out, pop". He says with his back to me
"What is he out doing?" I ask.
"I don't know, maybe he's hanging with his friends. It is the reaping tomorrow" he says.
"Well do you know where he is?" I ask.
"No" he says dryly.
"Well you are a great help" I say sarcastically.
Then I walk ups stairs to Armando's room to find some type of clue. I know I not suppose to go through his stuff, but enough is enough, the way he has treated everything. He's 18 he has to grow up. I go through his draws, closet. All of it seems a bit of a bust until I look under his bed, and find a large black box with a lock. I lift it on to the bed, and I don't even bother to try, and look for a key. I bust it open with the hammer from my tool belt. I find a photo of his mother, god she looks so beautiful I miss her so much, and so does Armando. The picture changes my mind about going through his stuff I'll get a similar lock, hopefully he won't notice. I am about to close the lid when I see a disc with the letters 85HG.
I move to pick up his laptop, sit on his bed and I pop the disc in, it takes a few moments, but when it does I'm stunned because it's the video for my Hunger Games. Images flash through my mind, and I slam the laptop shut. And look through the box more, and find more discs: 54HG, 92HG, 27HG, HG Greatest Victors and then I see 87HG the Hunger Games Monica died in. Images flash in my mind again of her torn throat.
I look in the box more, and find notepads with notes about the games, strategies, odds and… methods of killing. Why is he doing this?
"What are you doing in my room?" I turn to see Armando in the doorway. I get up, and grab him by his collar with both hands.
"What the hell is all this Armando? Why do you have done?" I demand.
"That's none
"It is most certainly my business; I saw my disc as well as your mothers" I say I walk over to the bed, and pick up the notepad I was reading." And what about this Armando" I say.
He rips it out of my hand. "Well what about it "Armando says. I rip it back out of his hands. He tries to grab it back, but I hold it out of his reach, and I read some of it:
"Full Nelson – stands behind enemy, put arms under his, and lock hands behind head. Then bends the neck forward to break neck, asphyxiate or cut of supply of spinal fluid to cause brain damage or death." I say, and then toss him the note-book.
He stares at me strangely." Armando you have some of the most brutal games on those discs." I say.
"Does that include yours" Armando asks.
I sit on the bed, and look at the floor." Yes Armando, it was very…vicious" I say.
"I don't enjoy it pop. I am just trying to be proficient" he says.
I look up at him." At killing people, Armando why would you need to its your last reaping you won't get reaped" I say.
"I know that pop, that's why I'm volunteering" he says.
I jump up from the bed without thinking, and shove him against his closet." WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU! I LOST YOUR MOTHER TO THE GAMES. I ALMOST DIED IN THE GAMES. I WILL NOT LOSE YOU TOO!" I yell.
"What the hell is going on in here" I feel someone try to rip me from Armando, but I won't let go. I won't let go of my son.
"Dad let him go, dad you're choking him!" I feel something smash against the side of my head, and I fall to the ground, and I see Phillip standing over me, with pieces of a lamp around me. I see Armando walk out of the room. I try to lift myself of the ground to go after him, but Phillip wraps his arms around my body to stop me.
"Just let him go dad, just let him go" Phillip says to me, and I end up weeping into his shoulder.
The Next Day
"I volunteer as tribute" I hear someone say from the crowd, but I know it's my son. I see him walk up stage, as I sit in a seat on stage. It takes everything I have not to grab him, and never let go.
"What is your name?" Fabio asks.
"Armando Strong "he answers.
"Is your father Julio Strong" he asks.
Armando looks behind himself to look at me.
"Yes, and he is the best father anyone can have" Armando says.
I almost burst into tears, but I have to stay strong for him. I have to make sure he survives, that he wins. I failed Monica, but I won't fail him.
"Well you have big shoes to fill, then don't you. Let's hope you do. Now we have the tributes for district 5 for this year's 103rd Hunger Games" says Fabio.