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Amber Alice Thymnd's POV

I hear my name being called. At first I freeze in place. I look at my sister in relief. She's looking at me. I can sense her fear. I'm scared too, but I breathe deeply and force myself to walk towards the escort. I look back at my sister. She looks like she's about to say something, so I shake my head. I force a small smile on my face and climb the little steps, standing beside Menaver, the escort, and smile lightly at him. My sister isn't a mentor this year, but her mentor is. She is with all the past Victors, which are few. She's not just crying, she's desperately bawling at the fact that her little sister has just been chosen. I sigh and turn again to the rest of the District. I don't want to see her. Or Dannie. Or Ry. She must be breaking down at this. I know that, but there's nothing to be done.

They call the male tribute. I have absolutely no idea who he is, but I don't care about that. We get presented to the public and then we are lead to separate rooms in the Justice Building. I sit on the velvet couch and stare at the door. my sister Danielle comes in first. She is a bawling mess, that runs and hugs me, burying her face in my chest. I stroke her hair and laugh lightly. "Dannie..." I whisper to her. She looks at me, completely puzzled. "w-why in hell are you laughing?!" she asks, letting a small smile form on her lips. "I'm gonna be fine" I answer "I'm strong enough to survive in there" I add, as I wipe away the tears from her cheeks "and then I'll come back and we'll have another house in the Victor Village. Okay?" As I speak, I'm still stroking her hair, trying really hard to smile and sound confident. Danielle nods and smiles "okay" she answers, happily. "but you have to promise!" she adds. I laugh "okay, okay, I promise I'll do my best to win this thing" I say. We spend the next of the time speaking about what I'd do with the new house, and then she gets called out.

I let myself stop smiling for my own sake and my mother comes in. she looks like crap to, but not as much as Danielle. It's almost like she was trying! I roll my eyes. "mother..." I say, dryly, looking away. "Amber, please, could you at least look at me? this could be the last time we..." "don't say that! I haven't even gone in there and you're already taking me for dead! why don't you just trust me?! I'll manage to do this just like Kath did!" I interrupt her. She always does this kind of stuff. She never trusts me. "okay, whatever you want... I just... I need you to have this" she says, handing me a silver ring. her old engagement ring. the one she took off when dad left. I look away "I already have a token, mom..." I say, as coldly as I can "the ember piece" she says, almost with hatred. "my dad's ember peace" I correct her, putting my hand around the small ember that hangs from a black leather string around my neck. "okay... I guess..." she sighs "as you wish..." and she gets out.

I stare at the floor. I don't expect who comes in next. I didn't expect HIM to come. I didn't want him to come. "you look surprised" Joe, my stepfather says, in his rough voice, as he walks towards me. "why are you here?" I say, not looking at him. "well, I just guessed I needed to say goodbye" he says, as he pins me to the couch and starts doing what he usually does to me. he starts touching me everywhere. he's hurting me. I try so hard not to scream in pain, my lungs, throat, lips and everything that you use to scream is hurting too. No matter how many years pass, it still hurts as much as it did the first time, even if I stopped bleeding afterwards two years ago. At least he made it quick this time. having just two minutes, he couldn't do much, but I'm bleeding again. I thank God the couch is red and stop the bleeding with some paper tissues, and then get dressed before someone else comes in. I hate this. That's why I'm not really scared. whatever happens from now, this was the last time. There's two possibilities from here: I die or I move out to a new house. Either of both will make him stop it.

As soon as I'm done, the peacekeepers come in and take me to a car, along with the other boy. I clench my fists lightly all the way from the Justice Building to the train. I go straight to the room that's supposed to be mine, to shower and change my clothes, because I have a tough smell of blood, even though I cleaned it all, and I don't want anyone to notice. I specially don't want the mentor to notice. When I'm done, I put some of the clothes in the closet and sit on the bed, and then, just then, I start crying silently. the dor is, anyways, locked, so there's no chance anyone will see me like this. I'll just wait until we are called to eat, but, for now, I'll be safe in this room that's not actually mine. I don't notice, but I fall asleep after a while and, as always, nightmares come. They don't frighten me that much anymore.

Patches O'Neil

The repeating sound of soft rain seemed to be never ending. It repeatedly keeps hitting the tin roof Patches was sleeping under. He wrapped himself closer. He wrapped the rattled yellow cover and heard the clocking of a peacekeeper rifle. He the gruff voices of men, they seem to surround the small house. He rose up slowly and looked outside, the dirty window obstructed his sight but he could only make out dozen so far. He managed to allude this defuses for six months now and they finally caught up to him, he rushed to a small crawl space and hid in it. It had been four years since his father kicked him out of the house, his father decide he was of no use and left on the street for dead. He hid amongst the shadows and watched his father become mayor. He figured his father wanted him back when he saw a wanted poster of him, ever since then the peacekeepers have been on his tail. He broke from the thought when he heard a door open. The sound of a million men with dark combat boots rushed in, the peacekeepers checked everywhere. They threw open closet doors and pushed open the cabinets and flipped over the couch.
"He isn't here" shouted a very gruff male peacekeeper
"Did you check the crawlspace" shouted a shrill female peacekeeper she walked towards the crawlspace. They opened the small door and she pulled at Patches with glee.
"I found him" she shouted, Patched grabbed her long blonde hair and threw her to the ground. He tried to run but was tazzed by a huge dark skinned male peacekeeper. He feels the hurting sensation and started to contort, he finally closed his eyes.

Two years later-
Patches stared at the thickly layered human-like dummy that stood on the other side of his small gym. He heard the call of the previous Victor "Woven-Annie Jones" she was only eighteen. Woven had won the games three years ago and said she will refrain from mentoring any future tributes, she found it so sad to be a victor. Patches has always admired her strength she had given him her tape to find new tactics to survive just in case he was ever reaped. He remembered the soft ever green grass and the huge meadow that covered the arena. The only things in sight where tall grasses that had to be at least six feet tall and medium sized boulders dotted the entire place. Woven had her dark blonde hair in a ponytail and she managed to grab a pack. She killed three kids in the bloodbath with interesting item knitting needles. She cried that night staring straight at the tributes she killed. The arena went ablaze, Woven awoken to the sound of a roar in the distance she saw a molten red lion. The mutt roared fire and its mane glowed a fiery white. Woven ran the smell of smoke filling her lungs, she started to get dehydrated and felt her tongue getting drier. The beast was on her heels, she could feel the heat burning her calves and she saw a rock formation that had a thin alley she could get in swiftly. Woven ducked in and slid into a small tunnel to the right and the beast roared blowing fire through the tunnel. She was relieved when the beast left. The next four days were very eventful; it seemed everything was after her. She narrowly escaped a battle with careers, gigantic eagles swooping at her and the fire lion again. Woven was excited to live to the final two; she was left with a very buff boy from eleven. Woven was chased by what looked like scarecrows with scythe, she meet the buff boy by the lake. He looked very determined he rushed at her but she did a tuck and roll and dodged his fury. She grabbed the last knitting needle she had and stabbed him in the back. He fell with a thud in the lake but he was still alive, she rushed down by the lake and grabbed a thin strand of string and suffocated him. She fell in the river and cried the announcement came on can she was airlifted off. Patches was broken from his memory and grabbed the knitting needle and stabbed the vital areas quickly. Woven praised his work and shouted "I'll meet you outside" she said. She went up the spiral staircase and Patches followed. Woven was his only friend since his father brought him back. His father had been a control freak scheduling everything in his life from using the bathroom to eating dinner. Patches became rebellious around ten and his father kicked him out until he wanted him four years later. He didn't mind, he rushed into his room and grabbed a dark purple dress shirt with a light gray sweater and some dark dress pants and a black tie. He meet up with Woven and they rushed towards the reaping stage, when the two finally made it the female tribute was already called. Patches stood amongst the rest of the other sixteen year olds. The escort made her way towards the males bowl and pull out a piece of paper.
"Come on up Patches O'Neil" she shouted, Patches put his hands in his pocket and gave a sullen look. He stood on stage and was ushered by the peacekeepers to enter the justice building.
Patches stood in the room; it was plastered with different animal prints on the walls, chairs and carpet. The door opened and his father walked in and ran towards him.
"I love you" he shouted he grabbed Patches, but patches didn't return the favor. His father rushed out the room and the door opened again, this time Woven appeared. She came and grabbed his face, plunging his lips on her. Patched drank in her scent and was delighted, they kissed for a minute and she left smiling.

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