Author's note: Yes, I know, skipping Districts again. Can't help it, the inspiration comes and goes as it wants... And yes, I know this one is shorter, but I just couldn't think of anything more to write. So, enjoy and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hunger Games. I own several characters (president Crystal, Lara, Gamemakers, Stylists, Tiara,...), but I do not own the characters of the tributes (except Taylor Sandbloom).

District Five: Reaping

Broxz's POV

"Okay, everyone ready?" I asked my siblings who were hidden in our new shelters about ten metres away.

"Yeah!" they shouted back. I pulled down the big lever and started my latest prototype of electromobile. The engine purred. Okay, so far, so good...

BOOM!

I ended up few metres away, breathless. I heard my siblings gasp. Then I jumped up and squealed: "Yay! Let's try it again!"

"Damn you, Broxz! What were you thinking? You could've died!" Uh oh. That's Misty. She's gonna kill me.

"Hey, calm down, 'kay? I didn't die, that's what's important, right?"

"Are you trying to save yourself from the Reaping by dying, or what?" she continued yelling.

"No, you know I wouldn't do that. Stop yelling at me and let's go back to the town, the Reaping will start soon," I replied carefully. Forutnately, she did calm down.

As we approached the town, I heard shouting and crying. "We should go and find out, what's going on," I said and headed towards the sources of the sounds.

There was a little girl, maybe eleven years old, who was trying to get a book from the hands of the well-known bullies.

"Hey!" I shouted. "Give it back to her!"

"Sure, Broxz," their "leader", Drizz, mocked. "'Cause we are so afraid of you!"

"Well, some may say you should be," I said as I pulled my home-made shaver from my pocket. Everyone knew I was an inventor. Everyone knew that I wanted to be a fighter. So everyone was afraid of my inventions. Fortunately, these bullies were stupid enough to not recognize a shaver, so they ran away almost immidiately.

I picked up the book and handed it to the crying girl. She looked at me with her icy blue eyes - I could tell she was still afraid.

"It's okay, they won't bother you for some time."

"Naomi!" I heard a girl's voice. A girl, looking almost the same as the saved one, approached us. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yes, Luna, the frizzy boy saved me!" I smiled at the mention of "frizzy". I used to have curly hair, but that was several dozens of inventions and shocks ago.

Luna's POV

I was still silently thanking that boy - Broxz, I remembered - for saving my little sister, even during the "Games speech". I only woke up when I heard my name. "Luna Whitton," the Escort announced. I froze. My body started to shake a bit, but the thought of the Capitolans in the Arena made me strong enough to get on the stage.

Then she announced the name of the second tribute: "Broxz Lightron."

Why does it have to be someone I know? Okay, I met him only today, but I couldn't stop the feeling of debt towards him.

Was it just me, or did he look relieved as he was walking on the stage?

P.S. So, I hope you liked it. I know it's not very good, but I did what I could. Because the scores almost didn't change since the last post, I decided I won't write it here this time, maybe next time. I also don't have any quest for you yet, but I'll try my best to think of something as soon as possible and I'll probably post it in another chapter.

P.P.S. If you hadn't notice, this time it's not only part of it. It's complete!