Authors Note: Hey I'm back with D11!
Again thanks to everyone who has liked, followed, reviewed, submitted tributes and read this story. It really gains my confidence and I don't really have much confidence so thanks *thumbs up*
I used to have heaps of confidence in writing, heck being an author is my dream. I've been telling stories since I could talk and wrote my first story on paper when I was 4 (with the help of my gran of course). But then my "friends" made fun of my writing, it really knocked me back. I have been bullied by 2 of them for a while. If anyone has been bullied by a friend who you thought really cared for you, join the club! It sucks president snowballs! If anyone wants to talk, I'm a PM away!
Well back onto the road, this isn't about my social life, it's about my story!
I have been camping so sorry for the delay!
I hope you enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own the Hunger Games, Susanne Collins does. I don't own these tributes either!
Chapter 4: D11 Reaping
- Idina Innsbrooke POV -
I pulled down the sleeve off my dress and sighed; it still didn't cover up the bruises. I took it off and pulled on another. Shaking my head, I tried on another.
It was beige with a simple belt, I winced. Warner would be so mad if I was wearing such a plain dress but it's the only way I could cover up the bruised.
Warner...
His gleaming smile; his cruel eyes and his sandy blonde hair, creeped into my mind. I could see him, smirking and shaking his fingers at me full of taunt.
I shook my head, I shouldn't be thinking of him that way. He's my boyfriend, whatever he does is to protect me. To help me and I deserve every bit of his hits.
Does he help me? Do I really deserve that?
Shut up, Idnina. Stop being stupid; he does care for you.
"...You stupid girl..."
Instead of my own voice, I could hear his. I quickly looked around; he wasn't there. I breathed a sigh of relief and lay back on my bed, clutching the dress.
I then slapped myself; of course he wouldn't be there, don't be stupid.
I could feel a tear fall down my cheek, I quickly wiped it away.
I was so lovestruck when he asked me out. Of course I said yes. Who wouldn't?
He was the mayor's son. He was a charmer and his smile...
You wouldn't expect him to be dating a girl like me. I wasn't posh, I wasn't high up in popularity, I was just me. From everyone, he chose me; of course I was flattered. Of course I was going to say yes.
After a month into the relationship, he started to...abuse me...
Of course I deserved every hit, every punch, every shove, every single bit of pain.
Did I?
No stop it Idina. You love him. He loves you. Simple.
Do I? Does he?
Ok now Idina, your going back to being silly!
"...Idina why are you always so dense..." His words echoed my brain.
Whenever I think of him, it isn't all the love yous; or the holding hands. It was his cruel words and his abusive actions, cutting me like a knife.
But I'm weak, after all I'm Idina Innsbrooke. The girl with the brown hair and grey eyes. If it wasn't for him, I'd be unknown to everyone; stuck forever in my bubble in the dark.
Though at times it seems like I'm still stuck in the dark, in his shadow.
"Silly girl," I said out loud. "There is nothing wrong between me and him..."
Even if I did deserve the hits, I would still not tell. As I said before, I'm weak. He's strong and powerful. He could break me with one punch if he wanted too. I've seen him do it.
He gambles and once he done it to one of his opponents. It scared me so much, I sometimes feel lucky that he hasn't bet me like that.
That scared me though, he can and he knows it.
...Stop it...
Today I shouldn't be worrying about him. After all it's Reaping Day, not "rain down on my parade" day.
I pulled on the dress and peered at myself. No bruises were visible and I look ok, good. Better to look ok then not at all good. That's what Warner says.
Stop thinking about him, geez Idina.
I took a deep breath and turned around from my mirror. I was terrified. I could be sent to murder today.
I remember little Rue, vaguely from around District 11. The young girl was sweet and innocent, seeing her even before the 74th Hunger Games began, made me weep. How could a game be so cruel?
- Warner Patron POV -
I slicked my hair back and smirked. Happy Hunger Games, Warner.
I looked good, I had worked out today as I usually do in my room so I was still muscular as always.
I walked out my room and headed to the dining room. A bonus of being the mayor's son is the huge house. Something I can show off about to my poor and low life peers. Also it means that I can get whatever I want, whenever I want.
If I wanted something, I had to get it. I want a lot of things.
Xenon, my father was at the table chatting away. Probably about some boring topic on the crisis of peace keepers in District 11. To be honest it wasn't really none of my concern. It wasn't like they'd ever catch me gambling.
"Hey Warner, coming down for some breakfast," Xenon gestured to a seat. "There is plenty to-"
"Why would I be down here," I growled. "To interact with you guys, please, Xenon."
Xenon winced slightly as I didn't call him "Dad". God, he should get used to it. I haven't called him that since I was like twelve.
"I just thought, you'd like to-"
"I know, I know because it's reaping day," I mimicked. "God Xenon, if it was my choice I would of stayed up stairs."
Xenon looked down at his plate, I could read his expressions. Sadness and disappointment that he couldn't reach his dear son.
I had to hold in a snort.
Coco, my mother looked at me with an uninterested look, she usually does so I didn't really mind.
Coco you could say, looks like plastic. Blond hair, big blue eyes with long lashes and big breasts just like a Capitol woman with breast implants would look like.
"You better bring your pretty girl over for dinner, tonight," Coco didn't even look at me. "We have visitors and we want them to think good of us."
I grimaced at the mention of that bitch, Idina my "pretty girl".
"Sure," I fake smiled. "I'll tell her to wear something pretty."
Coco nodded and went back to picking at her food.
...Idina Innsbrooke...
My girlfriend unfortunately, I needed one to hang off my arm when my parents "friends" came over for events.
When I asked Idina out, that desperate fool of course accepted and turned into a love sick puppy.
Usually you wouldn't ask a girl who just stays in the shadows and has a dull personality. I did though. She's pretty, easily manipulated and is quiet.
This means she's controllable. I can do what ever I want to her and she won't run off crying to her friends. I pretend I love her but I don't.
I hate that girl. I hate how she hums to herself, how she refused to kiss me after a day into our relationship and many more things she does or says.
She annoys me so much, I have even taken to hurting her to get my own way; like I care. She needs to learn her place, woman are just pretty things to look at. The best thing is that she won't tell anyone and a bonus is she ends up feeling bad for me. Bloody hell woman, your the one who's getting hurt, not me.
To her, I'm just "protecting" her or even "helping" her; helping her my ass.
This made me snort at the table. Coco didn't notice but Xenon did. He looked worried but didn't press into the subject.
Even though today was Reaping Day, I was hardly worried. Geez even if I did get reaped, I'd come back. I'm not afraid to distract, hurt or kill.
I hope Idina get's reaped. That bitch needs to learn about reality.
- Idina Innsbrooke POV -
I walked side by side with my Dad, his kind face full of worry. My mum died during childbirth to me so it's just been my Dad. I could see in his eyes that he thought I was never going to be strong like Mum was.
He's right.
When we got to the reaping, Warner was waiting for me. Dad quickly hugged me.
"Good luck..."
After he was gone, I took a deep breath and walked over to my boyfriend. He welcomed me with a huge smile, I would of swooned if I wasn't so nervous.
"Hey babe," he walked up and kissed me.
I kissed him back awkwardly, one because I was still all new to this, two because I had a feeling it was fake.
Shut up, not much people have the privilege of kissing him. Enjoy it.
Once we broke apart, some girls a few feet away cooed and awwed at us. Warner rolled his eyes and offered me his arm.
"You better not make a fool of me today," he snapped in a hush voice only I could hear.
"Yes Warner," I said quietly.
"That's MY girl," he made a huge emphasis on 'my'; this made me shiver.
He looked at me, "god why aren't you wearing that pretty dress I bought you, it cost heaps," he snapped.
I trembled slightly. "Um..."
"Why did you wear this horrible hand me down dress," he whispered again. "I don't want you to look like a charity case."
"I don't know..." I whispered.
"Thought so, your such a stupid little girl," he growled in my ear.
Some girls around smiled at us, making my face grow hot. They thought this was a romantic moment. Warner flashed his winner smile and dragged me away from them towards the area.
I could feel butterflies in my stomach, I was so scared. Warner looked confident and didn't seem to notice my nerves.
"I would say good luck," he tossed his hair. "But who needs luck, well maybe you do. Well anyways I'll meet you back over where I was when you came in. Remember your coming over for Dinner tonight so please wear something presentable."
He swaggered off before I could say anything. I sighed and joined the sixteen year old female section and waited for the escort. All the other girls chatted away but I was alone. Just at the sidelines.
Soon our escort, Breezey ran up onto the stage, her bright red hair tied into a love heart style bun. She pulled out her cue card which struck a similarity to cards, Warner plays with when gambling. Thinking about it her outfit is themed the same.
Breezey had paper white skin with bright red heart-like lips. There's a heart beauty mark on her cheek, fake probably. She wore a black, red and white dress, dec of cards designed. She had black tights with bright red high heels with love-heart shaped heel bits. Last year she was more diamond themed but this year it looks like she's going for the heart one.
Her card designs remind me of Warner, this made my heart beat faster.
"Welcome peeps of D11!" She cried throwing cards from her pockets into the air. "Happy 75th Hunger Games, may the odds be ever in your favour!"
She's very energetic and kind of acts drunk.
"Now let's watch a movie from my hometown the CAPITOL!" It seemed like she wanted an encore of applause.
I looked at my feet as the clip played. Soon it was over and my tummy got worse.
"Now, let's get onto the fun part!" She jumped excitedly. "Chicks first as always! Now let's see what magic card I will choose."
It felt like my heart was breaking out my stomach as her white gloved hand rummaged through the bowl.
She done a twirl when she chose her card. "The lucky tribute is..."
Lucky? At least she's positive.
"Idina Innsbrooke!"
I felt like everything had stopped, I good hear my heart pound and the sound of my breathing going way to fast.
"Idina Innsbrooke?"
I snapped out it and kept my posture, I walked up. Utter silence followed me. When I reached the stage, my heart broke. When I met the eyes of someone who I thought would be sad; instead I saw something else.
I could feel silent tears roll down my cheeks as I saw his smug grin. The grin he always wore when he got something he wanted.
He wanted me to get reaped?
I had to look away before I'd break down.
He didn't love me. He didn't love me. He didn't love me. He didn't love me.
I should of known. I should of known. I should of known.
I could see my dad's shocked expression. He knew my fate would be bad.
"Charlie Lawson!"
"...I volunteer..."
- Warner Patron POV -
I nearly puked with embarrassment when she came in hand me downs. The nerve of her. At least she made the effort of covering those bruises, that's one thing I can thank that bitch for.
Once we parted goodbyes, I stalked off with a hidden smirk on my face. She was nervous alright and I knew it.
When Breezey came on, my stomach was excited. I wanted Idina to get reaped so badly.
For all the things she's embarrassed herself and me for. All the bruises, mentally and physically weren't enough.
Plus I was getting tired of her, Idina dying in the Hunger Games would make my reputation better, better than me dumping her for a hot girl for sure.
"Idina Innsbrooke..."
I had to keep in a laugh as she walked on, I could see her tears. I knew she was upset. I knew that she was stung by my reaction.
I had a smug grin on my face, to make her more upset. I wanted her heart-broken when she's in the arena.
Wait a minute...I could destroy her life in the arena...
I smirked to myself, from now on I was going to make her life hell.
It could ruin my reputation but oh well.
"Charlie Lawson!"
"I volunteer," I raised my hand and casually walked up. "To protect MY lady!"
Idina froze as I swung my arm round her and grabbed her shoulder tight. That's for crying in public.
"Oh how magical and romantic!" Breezey giggled. "D11s tributes everyone!"
In the visiting room, Xenon and Coco visited me. Of course they did, they had to. Xenon the mayor, Coco the beautiful lady lusted by many people and me their "perfect son" I liked how people thought we were perfect. No one knew what happens behind our closed curtains.
"Warner win this!" Coco growled. "Or I will never speak of you again. This can really embarrass-"
"I know, I know, your not my mum," I pressed, I wanted to crush my parents while I was at it.
Coco looked upset for a second but then kept her calm posture.
"Your mum's right," Xenon touched my shoulder, I slapped it off. "Win it, we love you-"
"Shut up, you guys are not my parents," I yelled. "You don't even care for me."
"We spend most of our precious money on you," Coco retorted.
"It could be used to help district eleven," Xenon continued. "You mean the world to us, we love you-"
"I don't care a shit about that!" I shoved them. "Now if you excuse me can you guys leave."
"With pleasure," Coco dragged Xenon by the arm.
Usually people get dragged out by the peacekeepers but not in this case. I smirked and laughed as they left. Fools, I don't need them.
I only needed one thing.
And that's power.
- Idina Innsbrooke POV -
My head was pounding, so much thoughts circling around. Why did he volunteer?
Why was he smiling?
When Dad came, we didn't talk much. Both of us where never talkers.
I felt sad and alone when he left. I played with my token on my wrist. Dad gave me silver bangles that were my mum's so she could be with me too.
I still felt alone though, I never met her.
When I was took to the car, I ignored everything around me. My mind couldn't take it, it hurt to much.
Of course I met the smug face of Warner. I wasn't sure if he was here to destroy me or protect me.
I hardly heard him as the car pulled away because I knew the answer.
The games only had one winner, no way where they going to let what happened last year, happen again.
Warner hardly does anything that doesn't gain him.
He wanted to win and wanted me to die...
Authors Note: Hey guys again, I wrote most of this in a traffic jam!
I felt sorry for Idina, poor Idina :(
I hope I wrote her ok! I really want to hear what you guys think of her!
Fun Fact: Breezey (this escort) is twins with Beezley (D10s escort).
Well done to anyone who guessed they were related *claps*
Warner is a real meanie, horrible, stuck up rich kid (not all rich kids are stuck up or mean, sorry if I offended anyone).
I want to hear what you think about this baddie.
Is he really a baddie!?
I want your views, of course me and their submitter know the truth but I want to hear YOUR views!
I will try not to spoil it!
Well anyways! Which district should do next?
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