District Three

Tributes- Electra Spark (16) and Quinacy Chace (15)

Electra Spark 16 POV

I close my eyes with my arms wrapped around my body and adjust to the situation at hand. Twenty-four go into the arena. Twenty-three die. I have to be the one that doesn't. The Peacekeepers open the door and let in my mother and my boyfriend, Volt. My mother engulfs me in a hug and Volt holds my hand sitting to my right. "You can do this!" she whispers fiercely. Volt adds, "You can outsmart the rest." My mother looks down to my stomach and says quietly, "And when you come home I'll have a grandchild." Volt's and my eyes widen. "You knew?" I splutter incredulously. She chuckles sadly, "You remind me of when I had you, mood swings, cravings and you're very protective of your stomach."

My eyes change to blue as I imagine my mother holding my future child in her arms. "I promise I will come home for you two," I say lightly. My mother swallows me in another hug and her warm tears slide down my back. "I love you more than you will ever know, and I want you to come home safely okay?" Tears burn in my eyes and I nod, knowing that if I speak I will begin to sob uncontrollably. Volt turns me to face him and wipes away a tear threatening to spill. "No crying now, the Capitol citizens will find that a weakness." I blink rapidly, and the tears recede. "Now let me give you your token." I had completely forgotten about my token in the mess that the Games have brought to my life.

He reaches into his pocket and draws out a necklace of wires. They hang limply and aren't very attractive but they remind me of my life in Three so I love it all the same. "I've been working on this technology forever trying to get it right…" he takes my hand and put the necklace into it. Instantly the wires snap and squirm into a word, Electra. I gasp and look to Volt. "That's incredible!" "It only works when you touch it," was his reply. He ties it on my neck and the Peacekeepers come. We all embrace and are saying 'I love you' repeatedly until they pull us apart and shut the door.

Quinacy Chace 15 POV

None of my family shows to my final goodbye but one person does… my best friend, Ally. When I see her, tears spring into my eyes. The thought that this might be the last time I see her forces its way into my mind and I desperately try to smooth my hair that was blasted back from an explosion less than an hour earlier. We chat about non-important things like the pneumatic robot that didn't last long and her carbon dioxide powered car that she's been working on for the last year. Her mood sobers and she brings up the elephant in the room.

"You can do it, you know."

"Win?"

"Yes, you have the mind to beat them all."

"But how will I survive the bloodbath?"

"Grab wires and run," was her grim answer, "They almost always have wires for the tributes from Three."

"But what if they don't?"

"They will."

On those words, they lead away my only tie to sanity and once again, I'm left alone with my thoughts, which have become increasingly morbid. Mercifully, the Peacekeepers come again and bring us out into the harsh sunlight. Cameras flash, blinding me, and I think of my father, who couldn't be bothered to say goodbye to his only son.