The Victors Children!

by Sizzy-Peeniss

Rue Mellark, daughter of Katniss and Peeta, is reaped for the Victors Children Hunger Games and her best friend Coda Hawthorne volunteers to keep her safe. Rue and Coda soon realise how much they mean to each other. But can Rue bargain with the games makers to make sure both her and Coda come out of the arena alive?

3. Chapter 3

Heyy. i've already had 32 veiws so here is the chapter 3...

Chapter 3

"Did you talk to someone about my name being in extra times?" I ask Haymitch hopefully.
"I couldn't, sorry Rue." this time I genuinely think Haymitch tried to help me. He likes me. Deep down inside him he likes me. Thinks fondly of me, who could hate me? Well a lot of people it turns out.
"Ok thanks anyway." I smile and stand in the crowd where I've been allocated a spot. I see my brother looking rather uneasy. Then I spot Coda and our eyes lock on each other
"Chin up Rue." He mouths to me
"You too." I mouth back. After about a minute Effie throws herself onto the stage closely followed by Haymitch who's drunk. Again. How could he have gotten drunk in the 2 minuets I've been away from him?
"Welcome, welcome. To the Victors Children Hunger Games and as we are live we'll have to hurry along with the reaping. I will reap the regular child and Haymitch will reap the Victors Child. Haymitch?" calls Effie in her rich Capitol accent, oh how much I hate her – she's just waiting to get bumped up to a better district like District 2, where winners are born. Haymitch stands and stumbles towards the pot containing 100's of pieces of paper with half of them with my name on and the other half with Jyames's on. Haymitch, lazily, plonks his hand into the delicate glass bowl, shuffles them around and –after what seems like eternity- picks one (this slip of paper being the matter of life or certain death), winks at me then flashes a quick smile at Effie. She smiles back before coming to her senses and realises she's still live on national television and is being televised across the whole of Panem. Effie unfolds the paper, reads the name in her head. Please let it be me. Please let it be me. Please let it be me.
"Rue Mellark" I smile, not glad it was me but and sigh but I hear my mother weep from the back of the crowd. I try my best to ignore her as I make my way to the stage in front of the justice building's steps. I smile at my brother as I pass and he mouths something, I know he's telling me to stay safe. I nod. I get to the stage and scan the crowd of worried children for Coda but I can't see him. I'll probably never see he him again. I need to tell him I love him. Because I do, greatly. More than words can say.
"And now, as a girl victor's child was chosen, a boy normal district tribute will be chosen." Effie walks towards the bowl holding the names of the boys. I can't find Coda. I know his name is on a piece of paper in there but I hope and pray it's not him. In fact I even decide to put my hands together and pray. I couldn't bare it if he was picked. What would I do? What would we do? I very much doubt that they'd make another rule change similar to the one in my mother and fathers 74th Hunger Games stating there could be two victors from the same District.
"And the boy tribute is... Greegan Shphoney!" I see a path open so Greegan can get through. He looks around and moves shuffles through the relieved faces of 12-18 year olds to the stage. I could see he was hoping for someone to volunteer to take his place, although this is very unlikely to happened in District 12 – the only known volenter was my mother who volenterred to take Auntie Prims place I the games and I suppose I should now be added to the list of volentters. I find Coda. He runs out towards the stage but soldiers hold him back. I know what he's thinking. I shake my head repeatedly, signalling for him to get back in line, I can handle it anyway. Can't I?
"Rue!" he shouts me repeatedly. ''Rue!'' Just as Greegan is about to wall up the steps the worst thing happens.
"I volunteer!" screams Coda as the peacekeepers let him throw himself onto the stage "I volunteer as male tribute" he says, straightening up his tie. He has more control of himself now.
"NO" I scream.
I drop to my knees and cry.

thinking about doing a story of all of the victors and the rebel children in a school piratically being brought up as careers ... it'll be a cool twist that i still need to think of... let me know your thoughts in your reviews xoxoxo.