Burn Chapter 4: District 2 reaping, a hunger games fanfic

Here is District 2. Hope you like them. Please leave a review. Also I'm hoping I could get this chapter up before the end of the day, it's currently the evening, so I made it. Sorry I took so long, I've been depressed, ill and busy. 3 more weeks left of school! Too much arrogant people. See if you could see who they are.

Disclaimer: Don't own the Hunger Games, just own the plot and my OC's. Tributes belong to Nightcat, 1million, Emily3THG.

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~Virginia Valor~ (17,2)

I walk around the District. The cool temperature feels nice against my skin especially in this heat. The sun standing pride in the District like an almighty warrior fighting to their death sounds like the Hunger Games. There's no sign of clouds in the horizon nor anywhere, which there won't be any rain today. It would actually be nice to see rain again after so long of not seeing the clouds nor a few drops of water. I really miss the smell of the rain, jumping in puddles. District 2 is currently borrowing water from District 4 and a small portion of five since the reservoirs have been dry. The Capitol, surprisingly is being nice to us, allowing to borrow water from the Districts until the District sees rain again. Most of the District is under the saving water law; taking five minute showers, turning off the water when not using, recycling bottles and other recycled materials.

All of a sudden, smoke made my throat dry like sandpaper as I hike deeper through the District. The air making it harder to breathe in. As I walk harder trying to get out of this smoke hoping I could be able to breathe the clean air again. I cough and start to walk faster now, gagging on the smoke. Eventually, the smoke grew thickly as pea soup. I cough more harder this time and got on all four's.

I crawl towards to a nearby tree, and stay there trying to stay calm. After what it seems to be a few what it seems to be hours but probably only minutes past, I found myself losing consciousness.

I saw some bright lights and a small crowd as I slowly enter consciousness. I open my eyes to see Livia, holding some bandages and some rubbing alcohol. She pour some on my wounds making it sting like someone is stabbing me multiple times. "Everything is going to be alright, Virginia," soothe Livia.

Livia then wrap up some of my wounds tightly with a first aid kit, after cleaning all the wounds I sustain. "How bad are my cuts?" I whisper, taking in some oxygen.

"There just small scrapes and aren't real serious. That deep wound on your arm is going to need some stitches so that it won't leave a scar but the chances the wound will scar is like an eighty percent chance according to my calculations," she explained.

"That's good." I struggle to get up, but Livia sorta restrain me down again.

Livia grab a thread and pull the thread through the needle. "Now if you remain calm it'll be quick if you do struggle than it'll be a lot harder," She told me.

I suck in air as the needle poke my skin once more. Don't struggle, remain calm. Think of something happy but keep your mind off the small pain...I thought of that time when a group of people tried and attack Livia for being a shameful to the District of not being a warrior girl but a healer and being kind to animals and not kick or throw rocks at them.

Livia stood frighten, her lip quivering with anticipation at the bullies that dared to tease her. Tears were crowding her vision, I could tell that she was about to burst into tears on the spot. Why can't they leave Livia alone? Of course, Livia has a gift of healing people and animals alike, she wants to nurture the poor animals just as a mother cat would do to her kittens. "Stop it!" She pleaded, sounding hysterical.

"Aww, look the little shameful girl to the District is about to cry," one of the bullies mocked, bitterly. Oh no he didn't. No one teases Livia or any of us without the consequence.

"Hey, knock it off. Leave her alone," I growled out, teeth clenched together. I picked up some small pebbles nearby and threw them right towards them. They wince as the pebbles started to hit them, they stood there, shaking before a few more pebbles made them to flee where they came from.

"All done," Livia said, snapping me out of the memory. I carefully examine the recently stitch cut that at least it stop bleeding. "Just be careful on your arm as the stitches could get undo."

I nodded and Livia embrace me in a hug scare of what might happen later. Though she shouldn't worry because there are bloodthirsty volunteers who are very eager to enter the Arena and kill innocent teenagers with their sharp blades. Of course, if Livia got reaped then I doubt that a volunteer would volunteer for her, since she's well despise throughout the whole district, though Sabina or I would volunteer for her especially when we have more experience with weapons and could fight through the Arena than she could. She'll probably die in the bloodbath unprotected by one of her sisters'.

Livia and I left the hospital of where she volunteers at and we quickly scan the crowd to find Sabina waiting for us with Mom and Dad. Mom's eyes look at us warily, afraid that I might disappear like dust.

"Let's go home, eat some breakfast and go to the reaping afterwards," Dad suggest, holding Mom's hand like a fragile doll ready to break any moment now.

We walk home in silence. No one felt like speaking much when we got home. Dad grab a frying pan and ask if any of us is in the mood for any French toast. We nodded and continue to sit in silence ignoring each other's presence.

"Why don't you three get ready for the reaping?" Mom ask.

We agreed and went to our rooms. I study my wardrobe for a few minutes before I finally settle on a mint summer dress. I change out my clothes that still smell like smoke, and put on the dress. The dress hung on me hugging my curves rather comfortably. I brush out all knots in my lovely balayage, sandy-blonde hair and carefully put it in a bun. I look at my make-up collection and pick out a cherry flavor lipgloss and a bit of mascara. I grab my black ballet flats from the closet and put them on. Perfect...

I got done getting dress once Dad put the last of the French toast on a spare plate in case anyone wants another one. I dump syrup on the French toast and eat it, enjoying the sweet maple syrup taste, and the delicious cinnamon on the French toast.

Afterwards, everyone left for the reaping, with Mom trying to calm Livia down. Sabina, Livia and I sign in to the reaping, I took a mental note at the Victors, a few finally succumb to death mainly Ricky Breth, Bret Roman, Lyme Ren, Enobaria Birt, and Brutus Dame the oldest five victors that ever live through so close to the fourth Quarter Quell though Enobaria was on the younger side of dying a mere age of 59. Ricky was the winner of the twelfth Hunger Games, Bret won twenty seventh victor, Brutus the forty-fifth, and Lyme the fifty-second. A few new faces like Remus, Spencer and Troy, the victors of the 96, 97, and 98 hunger games.

The escort Alphia Sanders bounce on the stage, layers of make-up melting under the sun's bright rays, her albino skin matching her platinum wig, but what Alphia is currently wearing is something silly yet inappropriate at the same time; sleeveless, clear pink dress that barely even reach the end of her thighs, making her curves show more, her nipples mostly peaking out of the dress and black knee-length boots with seven inch heels. "Welcome to the one hundredth annual Hunger Games... My name is Alphia Sanders and I will be your escort to these lucky six tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" She screech through the microphone. "But before we pick the tributes let's watch the video brought all the way from the Capitol."

The screen turn to the Capitol's symbol before it show us the History of Panem, starting off with Panem used to be the United States then the devastating war happen that nearly wiped us to extinction, the sea swallowing up most of the land, the Dark Days then came the peace and it was decreed that each of the Districts will offer a male and a female to fight to the death in the Arena.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

I try to remain calm the best I could. I shouldn't be nervous, I mean that there are volunteers who will volunteer for me but no one yell "I volunteer!", it's just silence like dropping a needle and everyone would hear it fall to the ground. I work up the courage and slowly walk on stage, breathing evenly as best I could.

"How old are you?" Alphia ask, giving me a hand up on the stage.

"I'm seventeen," I mutter, unsure what to do. Breathe... Be calm... And remember your training at the Academy, you're good with knives, climbing trees, and being okay at the bow, I could win this thing.

"Any volunteers?" Alphia ask but the District stand in pure deathly silence. She continue on and call the next girl. "Sabina Valor!"

I stand there, stun as I heard the escort exclaim Sabina's name. I felt the urge to scream at the crowd to demand someone to volunteer but none came. The Academy that chose the suppose volunteers are bloody chicken.

"How old are you?" She ask, Sabina gave her a response. The next girl better not be Livia. Not poor, innocent Livia. Of course, fate decided to reaped us making sure that there are no freaking volunteers for us, is this revenge? It's not like I know this family's history, I'm unable to trace it back.

"And our last female tribute... Livia Valor!"

No! Not sweet, kind Livia. I felt the tears fall from my eyes. Someone volunteer for her...but none came. Bloody cowards...

"Our lucky boy tribute is..."

"I volunteer!" Someone scream making sure everyone could hear him. I look at his cloudy brown eyes and then his body and his face before I knew who he is; Jason Bridges, Sabina's current boyfriend. Sabina would kill him for volunteering, she cares about him like her Livia and I.

"What's your name and how old are you?" Alphia pester, anxious to know who the volunteer is.

"I'm Jason Bridges and I'm eighteen," Jason said, proudly as if he is anxious to enter the Arena and slaughter tributes.

"Lovely," Alphia mutter before she yell out, "Caleb Mcgomary!"

"I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him though.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," he said. Bodhi has cute blonde hair, and light blue eyes. He's very handsome. Am I crushing on a boy?

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" Another boy scream, he look proud to volunteer but once he got on stage he look uneasy as though he's now regretting to volunteer. "Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

"Well that's it, here's is your tributes... Virginia Valor, Sabina Valor, Livia Valor, Jason Bridges, Bodhi Miller and Nolan Argent the second. Give these tributes a clap..." Everyone clap and whistle cheering those they like on. "Tributes shake hands."

Livia shake hands with me then Sabina then Jason then Bodhi then Nolan. We were escort inside by peacekeepers to say goodbye to our families and friends.

~Sabina Valor~ (17,2)

I blew my bangs out of my face as I made my bed for the day. I can hear Livia thrashing around in her sleep unable to get comfortable and a few whimpers as if she is having a nightmare. I won't blame her for tossing and turning especially if she isn't a normal District 2 citizen. I sometimes wonder if she belongs in District 12 than in 2 for being a healer. I strain my ears to listen to Virginia but couldn't hear her most likely she's dead asleep since I couldn't hear her breathing nor moving.

I grab my comfy short-pants and a comfy, faded, blue shirt. I grab a water bottle and fill it up with lots of water since I'm probably going to get parch and sweat it off while I'm at the academy. I unlock my bike and hop on, peddling quickly hoping I will have enough time to practice.

"So I heard that Daryle won't be volunteering today," a girl told her friend as soon as I got there.

"That's a shame though, Perceiphone will be happy to volunteer since she's next in line hopefully. We won't know until they reveal the people who's volunteering until after the instructors tells us...let's go get a good seat," the other girl told the first girl. Even though I shouldn't pry around but I am awfully curious to know who will volunteer this year. The instructors only told us who the boys who will be volunteering, a boy name Bodhi Miller, Nolan Argent and Alexander Brown.

I already know I'm not volunteering since I'm only in the fifteenth spot while Virginia is in the eleventh and poor Livia in the last spot. I lock up my bike at the metal fence and went inside in the Academy. Knives flying through the air hitting the targets with precision and loud thuds. Axes, swords, tridents also flying through the air. "Hiyah," Someone said, kicking his instructor, who fell backwards on the mat.

I put my water bottle on the sideline and went to the knife section, hoping to practice more with the knives. Every time, I throw a knife, I fail to hit the target. I threw a knife hoping it would reach the target, but alas no such luck. The knife land on the mat couple feet away from the dummy. There is no way I will volunteer, of course I wouldn't want to. It's not like I want to die, I have my supportive sisters and my boyfriend who I love a lot

I grab another sharp knife and throw it without picking a spot for a target; the knife hit the left ankle of the dummy. It wouldn't kill the person quickly but will slow the person down maybe paralyzing the left ankle. I wasn't good with throwing knives like Virginia is, probably because I didn't have a talent throwing knives like Virginia does or maybe since Virginia has been at the academy a lot longer than I have.

I exhale at the fail attempts of trying to hit the dummy and putting away the knives. I pick up my water bottle from the sidelines taking a drink of the cold water. I wipe off the sweat off my forehead and return training. I grab a spear and throw it towards the destination. Damn it, the spear narrowly miss the chosen target but is still fateful. I shot another spear at the dummy, targeting the place where the heart is at. The spear fly through the air and hit the target with precision. A success.

I grab another and shot it, hitting the target with accuracy. After a few successful tries with the spears, I move on to the bows. I grab one and position the arrow on the bow. My arm wobble a little bit, and carefully with ease I let go of the string and let the arrow fly. Barely, the arrow land right in the blue circle. Not to bad, It could have been worse.

Before I could shoot another arrow, the Director interrupt everyone.

"Attention boys and girls, it's now time to reveal the girl volunteers," the director said, grabbing everyone's attention. "The first girl who will volunteer is... Athena Rosewood."

The girl name Athena smile, and look proud to be volunteer.

"The second girl to volunteer is... Daryle Tendon but unfortunately since do to severe circumstances beyond her control we chose Perceiphone Jimmyre to be in her place."

Perceiphone cheer as she heard her name being call.

"And the finale will be Jenna Warrior."

Everyone cheer the girls on, wanting them to win and bring back the honor of winning the Hunger Games and bring back the good luck to the District. It's not like I will volunteer.

I notice Mom and Dad at the exit with a worry face. "Dad, what's wrong?" I ask, awfully curious.

"Have you seen Virginia?" Mom inquire, her cheeks tomato red and wet eyelashes.

I told them "No I haven't, why?"

"Ooh I hope she wasn't caught in the fire," Mom squeak.

"What fire?"

"There was a fire in the lower part of the District, they said they found a few victims but unsure of who are they," Dad explain.

Suddenly, I couldn't breathe a lot. Virginia... I couldn't lose my sister, I would absolutely die. I held my breath for a few seconds before the world stop spinning, and stood there for a few minutes before I broke out into a run, ignoring Mom and Dad's pleas to stay.

I burst through the doors of the Hospital; dodging nurses carrying trays full of medicine, doctors hurrying to the rooms they have to be in. I crash into a nurse carrying a first aid kit and alcohol, "Sorry about that," the nurse apologized, gathering the items she's carrying rather hastily.

"Livia?"

"Came to know where Virginia is at?" Livia drop her voice.

I nod.

"She's on her way here. She's unconscious though, nothing to serious; few burns, smoke in her lungs but should clear up on some oxygen but she's got a nasty gash on her right forearm," Livia explain. "Anyways, why don't you wait outside and wait for Mum and Dad?"

Before I could reply, Livia left and I let a sigh left my lips before I went outside to wait for Mom and Dad. I didn't have to wait that long until Mom and Dad to show up, Mom tearing up with apprehensiveness of her oldest daughter by a few minutes.

I stand there, my hands trembling. My thoughts racing coming up with hundreds what if's per second. What if Virginia has permanent damage? What if Virginia can't wake up before the reaping starts? What if there was a nest of tracker jackers near that fire and the tracker jackers got provoked and stung Virginia? I shudder at the thought of that. Tracker jackers are very unpleasant if someone gotten sting by one of them.

We stand there in silence until the doors open and my breath hitch in my throat, but only a wrinkly, brown skin lady limp by with tears falling down her face. "Ooh, you're young and strong, can you help me with my bags? I'm afraid my muscles aren't that strong anymore," she ask.

"No, thank you, I'm going to wait for my sister," I said.

Mom glare at me until I gave in and help the old woman out. We walk together until we made it to her house, and I left her before the old woman could say "Thank you". I jog back and wait for at least ten minutes before Livia walk out of the hospital with Virginia, looking healthy besides on her right forearm there's a bandage wrap around her arm.

"Let's go, eat some breakfast and go to the reaping afterwards," Dad suggest, once Livia and Virginia approach us.

Everyone agree and walk home in silence, unsure of what to do. Once we got home, I kick my shoes off and lay down on the couch, relaxing for a few minutes.

"Why don't you three get dress for the reaping?" Mom suggest, her hands trembling.

We nod and walk up the stairs, not acknowledging them in any way. I chose a black pencil skirt and a red top from my clothes, and brush my hair out removing any knots that's been there and put it in a braid, fighting with my loose curls.

Once I finish, I came downstairs and start to eat the French toast. After everyone is done eating, we left the house and walk towards the reaping, Livia bursting in tears halfway to the reaping. Mom calm her down quickly but tears are falling down her face, when we got to the sign in for the reaping.

We sign in and locate the seventeen year old section. We stand there for a few minutes before the silly mentor came on stage. "Welcome to the one hundredth annual Hunger Games... My name is Alphia Sanders and I will be your escort to these lucky six tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" She screech through the microphone. "But before we pick the tributes let's watch the video brought all the way from the Capitol."

Ugh, not that that video it's always the freaking same. The war, land, nearly extinct, dark days, then the new rule. Why do they show the same video every time? I practically memorize it.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

What? That can't be right...Virginia only has the mandatory slips that we have, no tesserae at all. First, being stuck in a fire, now this. It's just bad luck today. Where the hell is Athena Rosewood, the chosen volunteer?

"Sabina Valor!"

No! I couldn't been chosen but I am. It's impossible though. Why isn't there a volunteer for me, there should. Didn't the girls look excited to volunteer now they won't.

I stomp my way through, glaring at the stupid suppose volunteers, cowards all of them. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen," I mutter, hoping that the volunteers will burn for not volunteer.

"Livia Valor!"

And there goes the last of the Valor sister's reaped. It wasn't suppose to be this way. Ugh, couldn't someone volunteer for her or they would actually let her die for being to innocent.

"Our lucky boy tribute is..."

"I volunteer!" What a relief, a volunteer finally... And it's Jason. Great, first my sisters and now it's Jason. I want to punch him in the freaking face for volunteering. Doesn't he know that once my sisters and I die in the Arena, he could grieve then forget all about me and get a new girlfriend. He could continue his life but he's giving it all up for me. Aww how sweet but I can't forgive him.

"What's your name and how old are you?" Alphia pester, anxious to know who the volunteer is.

"I'm Jason Bridges and I'm eighteen," Jason said, proudly as if he is anxious to enter the Arena and slaughter tributes.

"Lovely," Alphia mutter before she yell out, "Caleb Mcgomary!"

"I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him very well but his name was Brian or Brody Miller.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," he said.

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" Another boy scream, he look proud to volunteer but once he got on stage he look uneasy as though he's now regretting to volunteer. "Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

Livia, Virginia, Jason, Bodhi and Nolan, all shake hands with me. The reaping ended once we enter inside the Hall of Justice to say goodbye.

~Livia Valor~ (17,2)

I couldn't breathe nor move. I just stood there, paralyzed, hoping no one could find me. They shouldn't, but yet who knows. I didn't dare to breathe as I heard footsteps nearby, breaking twigs. "Where is she?" Someone, a boy by the sound of the voice hissed. I couldn't die yet, I have to survive for Virginia and Sabina. I have too... Just seven more tributes left then I could survive.

"I don't know, Edward," Ruby, a formal ally of mine whispered. "She's hiding probably nearby. The only way to draw her out is to mimic her sisters' voice."

"Livia! Livia! Help me, Sabina is dying and I don't know what to do!" Edward mimic Virginia's voice and I walk towards the voices.

"Told you it would work... Time to die, little girl," Ruby spat. She grab her knives from her side, and approach me like a lion hunting his prey, and shot a knife at me. Before I could duck, the knife hit me in the chest. The last thing I saw was there smiling faces and knew nothing more.

I couldn't breathe. My breaths coming out in heavy pants. It was just a nightmare, not reality. It won't happen today, I won't be reaped, my sisters will volunteer for me if I am. I sallow some water and change into my uniform for work, a white dress with a collar attach. It isn't so bad, I get to do what I love and have extra money to buy stuff. It's a wonder how I buckle my shoes on, without my hands trembling so much.

The telephone ring before I left. "Hello?"

"Miss Valor, sorry to bother you before your shift starts but we have a small problem. We're understaff and there's a kid coming in a few minutes from finding hemlock in their garden and...the child ate it." 'Oh my goodness'...

"I'm on my way," I said before I broke out into a run, hurrying to the Hospital, hoping to save the child.

I arrive before the kid did and help set up the items. "Bring her in here," The doctor order.

"Livia, can you calm the parents down quickly and get back in here?" George order.

I obey and went to the lobby with the parents and a daughter. "What's her name?"

"Her name's Kaylee," The mom whisper.

"Is she going to be okay," the little one ask. 'I hope so'...

"Of course, we're doing everything we can," I told them.

"Livia! Get in here quick!" George yell.

When I enter the room, I saw the child having a seizure. How could someone so innocent and young eat hemlock? With my hands in position, I start CPR on Kaylee, hoping that Kaylee will start breathing again but alas no such luck. I eventually gave up. If only they brought her in sooner but a question remains how did young Kaylee get the hemlock?

"Mr. and Mrs. Dilauntris?" I ask, grabbing their attention. "I'm sorry to tell you this but your daughter died just a few minutes ago."

"What? Is this kind of sick joke!" The man yelled, his face red.

I decline. "The Doctor and I really need to know how did Kaylee get her hands on hemlock."

The little girl's face scrunch up before bursting into tears. "It was my fault, I didn't know it was poisonous...Kaylee and I were playing in the garden, what's left of it anyways after the drought hit... Kaylee grab some alive plants and mash it all up, she took a bite and she said she felt dizzy afterwards, that's when I yelled for help," she explain through hysterics.

"Tina, you told me that Kaylee got curious," Mom accuse.

The child look sad and cried more. "Hey, Livia can you take this, we have a girl trap in a fire," someone said.

"Squad 90, what's the vital signs?"

"B.P. is 120. Pulse is 85 and thready and respiration is about 6."

"Squad 90, do you have any identifications who the girl is?" I ask.

"All we found is the initials of V.V on her charm bracelet." V.V that could be anyone. Valera Valet, Veron Verin, Virginia Valor. "But we did found something interesting on her leg. A scar that look something sharp had stab her." 'It's Virginia, no... It can't be but sadly it is. I remember healing her a few years ago, when she first started training at the Academy and she must have gotten cut with a knife or something to bleed like that. I did the best I could, stitching it back together but still manage to scar.'

"What's your ETA?"

"Ten minutes." 'Great... That's ten minutes of worrying... Virginia will be fine.'

I exhale the air I've been holding. It's just ten freaking minutes... 'You could survive, Livia. Virginia is on her way here, all she has is smoke in her lungs, a few scrapes but a cut on her forearm. Nothing bad. You could do it.'

"Okay." I might get a drink of water first then get the supplies for Virginia before she gets here. At least calm myself down.

I walk down the hallway, taking note of all the patients right now, we're dead pack and understaff. I have only like an hour left on my shift before I could get release to get ready for the reaping. A little girl close by sob right next to me as I grab a cup and fill it up with water. "Hey, what's wrong?" I ask.

After a few seconds of silence, the girl spoke through tears, "It's my father. He had a heart attack and I'm not sure if he's going to be okay... He's my only family I have left and I don't want to be at an orphanage..."

"He'll be alright," I reassure her, hoping I could believe those words. Earlier, a small girl died and I lied to the family. Why am I lying a lot today? The poor kid's father is probably going to die.

"I hope so," She murmur.

I head back to the main area and grab the first aid kit and rubbing alcohol from the supplies closet. I walk to the open room, before I fell down. "Sorry about that," I apologize to the person, grabbing the items that I drop.

"Livia?" Sabina ask, clarifying if it really is me.

"Came to know where Virginia is at?"

Sabina nodded. "She's on her way here. She's unconscious though, nothing to serious; few burns, smoke in her lungs but should clear up on some oxygen but she's got a nasty gash on her right forearm," I explain. "Anyways, why don't you wait outside and wait for Mum and Dad?"

Sabina left and I walk to the room that is open right now. 'Just a few more minutes until you could see Virginia. I'm surprise Sabina was here, she never goes here. I haven't really seen her at all today, of course I did left in a hurry.' The door swing open and the paramedics walk in pushing the slump form of Virginia on a gurney. "Thanks gentlemen."

The guy with blonde hair and brown eyes wink at me as I lift up Virginia and put her on the bed. "How 'bout we go out one night," he flirt.

"Nope, get out." The paramedics left the room. 'What a twat...if the rumors are true then I'll never say yes. I'm seventeen not twenty or so, Idiot. Okay, back to business what should I do first? Hmm...' I grab some Band-Aids from the first aid kit and put them on the small scrapes. Virginia's eyes somewhat flutter open as I put some more Band-Aids on her but remain close.

After a few more minutes, Virginia finally open her eyes. Her big, blue eyes staring right at me. "Everything is going to be alright, Virginia," I soothe, pouring some alcohol on her.

"How bad are my cuts?" Virginia ask, wincing once more.

I grab a needle and thread and start to sew the skin back together. Virginia didn't wince nor move a muscle while I'm stitching her skin back together. "All done," I said, wrapping a bandage around her arm. "Just be careful on your arm as the stitches could get undo." 'I don't feel like stitching the arm once more, all because you were careless. But luckily, the stitches should come out in a week.'

"Are you ready for the reaping?" Virginia ask, carelessly. My breath hitch in my throat as I heard the word "Reaping"... That totally space my mind now, I was worried about it a few hours ago but must've slip my mind when I tried and failed to save that little girl from dying, talking to that girl who was sobbing in the cafeteria 'bout losing her dad, and panicking when I heard that Virginia was caught in a fire. "I'm sorry," Virginia apologized.

"Don't, I get it. You and Sabina are better at weapons than me... I don't like to touch weapons but less use them, I prefer to heal and nurture not kill them out of the act of innocence," I scream at her. 'Oops I wasn't suppose to have an outburst like that... I don't know what came over me, I just felt anger surging through me and explode like a volcano'. "I'm sorry Virginia, I didn't know what came over me."

Virginia shrug and exit out to the room with me right behind her. I sign off along the way out to the hot, dry outside. The sun dropping glasses of fire at us, glaring at everyone that is not inside nor in the shade, just the blistering heat of the sun. I quickly scan the small crowd that seems to be gathering in small areas. I quickly found Mum, Dad and Sabina waiting at the corner, sweating.

"Oh Virginia, I thought you were a goner," Mom coo.

"Jamie, lay off her," Dad whisper to her, clutching mom's hand like a doll ready to crumble under age and neglect. Jamie's chin quivering, probably worry about Virginia, Sabina and I well beings'. "Let's go home and eat breakfast and go to the reaping afterwards."

All of us nod, walking back home underneath the burning sun. Even from a distance, I could still see black smoke at the horizon of where a part of the District burst into flames, damaging the citizens' houses in the process. 'I'm really thankful that Virginia was only caught in the smoke and not near the heart of the fire, her injuries could have been a whole lot worse than it is currently. If she was caught in the flames then I'll have to pour cold water on her burns and hear her endless cries of pleas which I'll have to ignore.'

At long last we finally arrive back home, safe and sound. Everything is perfectly normal, Dad offer to make french toast before we all leave for the reaping to go see who will volunteer. The tributes who are eagerly slaughter tributes like butchers killing animals but end up dying in the arena in cold-blood murder. The nightmare came back surging through my head like a flash flood, emptying my thoughts until I couldn't think of anything else. I know it's not real but still scary, how vulnerable I am when someone mimic's my sisters' voices. I can't be trick like that especially if I enter the arena alone. I'll have to be quick and stealthy, making sure I make the correct choices and not the wrong ones resulting in my death.

"Why don't you three get dress for the reaping?" Mom suggest, looking at our clearly monotone faces, her hands' trembling slightly.

All three of us approve of this idea and each of us went to our room to decide what to wear to our second to last reaping. I grab my reaping clothes and shower for a little bit. I turn on the shower and step inside. The hot water blaze down on my tan skin, slightly too hot. I quickly add more cold water and lessen the hot water just a smidge. I grab my shampoo bottle and wash my hair out good, making sure my curls are nice and clean and rinse out the shampoo from my damp hair.

Once I finish, I put on my black skirt and white polo and brush out my curls thoroughly removing all the knots I manage to sustain earlier. I grab a hair tie near the sink and try to put it in as a ponytail but fail. Looks like my hair doesn't want to get put up today. Too bad, it's going to be a real scorcher today and with the sun up high in the sky, no breeze that a sign of a storm will be heading to the District nor a cloud in the naked sky. I put on high heels and walk out of the bathroom.

I pile syrup on top of the French toast, sweetness and sugary at the same time. My taste buds explode with sweetness, delicious but yet so sugary at the same time. Once everyone finish eating, all of us left to go to the reaping.

I start to feel my cheeks wet and my eyelashes damp with tears. I didn't notice I start to cry until now but by then it's impossible to try and calm down. Mum linger behind and start to caress me soothingly, hoping that I would stop soon before we arrive to the sign-in area...

After a few minutes of uncontrollable crying, I finally manage to calm myself down before we reach the sign-in area. Sabina, Virginia and I sign in and enter the reaping, and walk to the seventeen year old pen. "Welcome to the one hundredth annual Hunger Games... My name is Alphia Sanders and I will be your escort to these lucky six tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" She screech through the microphone. "But before we pick the tributes let's watch the video brought all the way from the Capitol."

The video blare on but I didn't pay attention. I knew it by heart.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

I start to feel tears again. My sister reaped... No! Virginia walk up calmly and stand on the stage facing us.

"Sabina Valor!" And there goes Sabina. I better not be reaped.

"Livia Valor!"

A few minutes past, and I stand there unable to move. I couldn't feel my legs nor any part of my body. The crowd move silently as death lurking around and trying to find its next victim, but I didn't realize that next victim is going to be me and my sisters. I couldn't die in the Arena, I'm going to live through it with or without my sisters with me. The peacekeepers walk over to me and drag me over to the stage.

I ignore the question and stand right next to Virginia. I really hope I don't die, even though this is hell. I remember what Mrs. Gurner told us when all three of us when we were younger and in her class "The second rebellion failed clearly when Katniss Everdeen fail to assassinate the tyranny President of that year instead killed the rebel leader. The crowd that watch her to assassinate the leader of the rebellion, went insane and kill the tyranny president. There was a new president but she got assassinated by a Capitol loyalist and wanted to have the Hunger Games continued and bombed repeatedly on District 13... Someday, the Hunger Games are going to get discontinued and a new era of peace. I hope that the Hunger Games will end before the first century." 'First century and hasn't end yet.'

"I volunteer!" Someone scream, he look proud to volunteer at first but once he got on stage he look uneasy as though he's now regretting to volunteer. "Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

Sabina, Virginia, Jason, Bodhi and Nolan all shake hands with me and walk inside.

Jason Bridges (18,2)

I don't like the reaping that much. I'm pretty safe coming from District 2 and all, with volunteers every year. It's my last year better enjoy it while I can but how can I enjoy the reaping when it's Sabina's second to last year of the reaping. I can't imagine life without Sabina, I'll just simply die. I've been her boyfriend for a year now but at least I'm no longer with that witch...

~Two years earlier ~

/Annabella and I shared a passion together; fighting at the Academy with each other. We wanted to get married to each other when we were sixteen, but sadly both of our parents said no. We were terrified of not being to live together.

I practiced more with a sword and decided to quit early that day. Dark clouds started to appear in the horizon meaning a storm is coming in. The wind blew leaves off from the ground. I kept hearing moans from the corner a few feat away from where I was standing at. I follow the sound and saw Annabella kissing someone's face off. "Anna, what are you doing?" I hissed, my heart breaking with every passing second. How dare she cheat on me, why? I thought we were madly in love but I guess I was wrong.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Annabella replied, her eyes glittering in the street light.

I felt anger pulsing through me, I usually could control my anger but not right now. Before I could process what happen, I punch her right in the nose. Annabella groan and started to throw punches and kicks right at me. I narrowly dodge the punches and mostly the kicks also. But sadly, a kick manage to kick me where it hurts a lot like someone giving birth to a child. I don't know where it hurts more getting kicked in the nuts or giving birth probably both since I never hear a man say, "Kick me where it hurts" but often I hear wifes say to their husbands, "Let's have another one". In that second, I groaned and nearly collapse with pain right on the sidewalk, Annabella quickly running away from me clearly playing cops and robbers.

I clenched my teeth together and started to run fast as possible trying to catch the bitch that dared to cheat on me with somebody else. Anna kept on running as fast as she could, never losing her speed. While I kept huffing and puffing, trying to catch up to her but alas no such luck, I kept slowing down. She's a lot faster than me, running is one of my greatest weaknesses including having a bad knee that's' a partial reason why I'm slow. I'm not able to run without my knee brace without wearing my knee brace. Jeering pain inflamed my knee, speak of the devil...

Suddenly, Annabella appeared sorta out of breath. "I knew I'll be able to stop you, Jason..." She murmured, leaning closely now. I raised up my arm to hit her but she blocked it and instead pinned me down. "I know everything about you. You're weaknesses... You're strengths... Your secrets... everything... You're mine," She hissed, digging her nails into my arm.

"You're wrong," I said, trying to push her weight off me.

"Oh but I do, Jason..." Her sentence got cut off when I found the strength to push her off me. "I'm impressed but you'll never be as great as me." I ran away from her and she started chasing me as fast as she could.

I ran straight towards the river, hoping that she wouldn't catch up to me but I could hear her giggling from a short distance away. I dived into the river and swam away from her. She jumped in and started chasing me until I gotten to the deep end, where I just swam in circles and it just started raining all of a sudden. I swam back to the bank but Anna just stayed behind unable to move and screamed. I jogged away until farther I ran, I couldn't hear anyone screaming.

During the morning after eating breakfast, I headed down towards the river to satisfy my curiosity about the silence. In the distance, I saw a couple of peacekeepers in the water trying to find someone or something. Towards the green, leafy trees, there stood a small crowd I instantly recognize as Annabella's parents and a mysterious woman had pure blonde hair that seem to turn white when the sun shone on it. That mysterious woman was Annabella's twin sister. I remember Annabella's words a few months ago, "Cassandra was the most beauty queen in the district. She always wore slutty outfits and one day, someone from the Capitol saw her beauty and offered her to be a model." Annabella's parents sobbed continuously as the Peacekeepers found a blue body with straight black hair and wearing the same clothes she wore yesterday. Annabella's eyes seem to stare right at me as though her lifeless eyes were searching for me of how I let her drown. I was a murderer and still will be the rest of life. I wanted to confess about how I let Annabella drown, when I ran straight home getting out of the rain ignoring Annabella's screams. I did the only thing I could do run away and forget about everything; telling lies to everyone who tried to question me on the eve of her death. Eventually, everyone would forget about Annabella and very rarely someone spoke about her. I doubt anyone knows it's me./

"Jason, time for breakfast," Mom cried out, snapping me out of the memory that still haunts me to this day. 'Stop it, Jason, Annabella has been dead for two years now, it's about time to move on and forget about her just like everyone has. She's dead because of me...'

"Coming," I yell back, somewhat very jubilant now. I wasn't even jubilant that much, think on the bright side at least I'm with someone with good weapons and helps me and not cheat on every man Sabina's see.

I speed walk into the kitchen and serve myself some bacon and eggs. I carefully chew the food and pour some orange juice into a glass and chug it down. Someone knock on the door after we finish eating. Mom open the door and Cassandra standing right in the doorway, her face expression looking very distraught and very indignant at me. "Sorry to interrupt but I have to talk to Jason alone." Cassandra emphasis the word "alone".

"David, it's Cassandra Irkin, the model," Mom whisper to Dad. I nod and walk outside with Cassandra, my heart racing 100 beats per minute like a racecar. I start to feel sweat forming at my temples, 'What's this about? Is it about her? It doesn't feel write say her name, it's taboo.'

"Tell me the truth, Jason," Cassandra snap, getting straight to the point. "Did you really kill Annabella? Did you really think I didn't see you by the banks, seeing my sister's body getting pulled out of the water. Do you even know her cause of death? I didn't like having to get a fucking phone call at 5 am, to see if I've seen Anna while I was on tour and was heading to District 4 to model some bathing suits... Anyways, I'm getting off track and my manager has set up a meeting with some famous person in the Capitol... The cause of her death was attempts of choking, drowning to death and the worst part as all the bruises on her back, legs and arms." 'Choking? I never choke her at all. Some of the bruises were probably from me when I kicked and punched her. Wasn't Annabella was a good swimmer? Who the hell choked her? Was somebody spying on me and decided to kill her while I was running. I guess I didn't kill her but I still feel very guilty of it. How can I just leave her in the water? If only I wasn't so angry at her she'll still be alive.'

"I didn't," I said, knowing that I didn't kill her but helped. Cassandra nod and left running away as if she's afraid to be seen. I walk back inside and head up to my room to discover a note on my bed. I know who killed Annabella, follow these clues or end up like her- Pandora. 'Whose Pandora? And why does Pandora want me to find those clues or end up dead? I don't want to end up dead'. What can run, but never walks? Has a mouth, but never talks? Has a head, but never weeps? Has a bed, but never sleeps? 'Damnit, a riddle. I hate riddles but this is easy. I heard it years ago and the answer is the river.'

I change into a simple outfit, a T-shirt and shorts. I said goodbye to Mom and Dad and walk to the river. 'Why to the river? It's all dry up now and is nothing but dirt now'. By the time I arrive at the river, the temperature gone up. I stroll on the banks till I notice another note from Pandora. Nice job finding the answer to the riddle but remember you're life is still on the line. I have lots to say but never speak, I open but you cannot walk through me, I have a spine but no bones... I'm wrap up but I'm not a gift, I've been preserved but I'm not something you'd eat, I'm often associated with Egypt but I'm not a pyramid, in movies I come back to life but I'm not a zombie. What am I? 'What? I don't get it. Lots to say but never speak, has a spine but no bones, it can't be an alive animal. It's a thing...words, a spine but no bones. It has to be a book about what. Egyptians I never heard of them, not even at school during history class. Preserved but not something you eat what? I don't know but I'll go to the library and find a book about it'.

After a long walk, I enter the library, cool and somewhat breezy. At last, it's not scorching anymore. Isles of books line on shelves, a few people sitting at the tables, clearly reading. But out of the small crowd there seem to be a suspicious person standing in the corner, a girl no wait a boy, due to the dark skin and the buzzed cut hair, and the muscular man body parts. The person seem to be pretending to read the book, he seem to be holding very engage in the book but his chocolate eyes is what gave it away, his eyes weren't moving. Suddenly, he put down the book and came over to where I'm currently standing at. "Hello, I'm Erika but call me Erin," He introduce himself. "Tick tock, tick tock , the time's ticking away.." 'Now that's weird. Is he Pandora?'

He whistle along his way out, leaving me in bewilderment. 'Who is he?' I look at the cover of the book that Erin left behind and the title said Ancient History: Everything you need to know about Egypt. 'Now that's just a coincidence'. I look inside the book and found a small note. Riddle me this. I'm nothing special, lock up inside a house. Many enters but few go out not knowing what'll happen to them. Who am I?- Pandora, pay attention to those you meet. 'Now this one's easy, it's an orphanage. Why an Orphanage? Orphanages aren't entirely uncommon in the Districts but when you're from a career district like I am than it's rare'. Children with high pain tolerance and great reflexes gets adopt easily.

After a small walk to the orphanage, I came to a sudden stop in front of the Orphanage. The orphanage look abandon, boards nail to the windows, overgrown weeds but if it wasn't for the miserable look in the children's faces as they chase each other, trying to pass the time away. I could tell that they're malnourish by their ribs shown from the small, rip shirts they were wearing.

I enter the building, preparing myself for the worst. "Hello, are you looking for a child to adopt?" A friendly voice ask.

"Er.." I trail off, not knowing what I shall tell her. If I answer yes than She'll bring out the children, if I answer no then I'll probably get kick out of the orphanage. All I need is to find the note by Pandora then I'll leave and hopefully find the last clue before the reaping start in less than twenty minutes. "Yeah, I'm just looking for a teenager most likely a girl." 'Wow, what a wonderful lie.'

"We don't have much teenagers though. They already left to go to the reaping... Anyways, I'm Nyx," She told me. "Mr. Edwards, I'm to quit my shift do to go get ready for the reaping!" Nyx shout through the doorway.

The man reply but I couldn't hear him clearly, I kept staring, perplexing at the sticky note that seem to be stick on the wall like someone put it there there to get my attention to it. Remember keep a close eye on who you meet... I have memories, but none of my own, whatever's on my inside is what is shown. If I'm different is because you changed me, I feel like a decoration, here for you to arrange me. What am I?-Pandora. 'Feel like a decoration but isn't, hmm...'

All of a sudden, I know what the answer is, A photograph. 'Why a photograph? But the most important question is who's photograph? This is just a quest about finding Annabella's murderer. But there's tons of photographs of her, her parents have some, her sister. I only kept a few of her'.

I speed walk home, knowing my time limit and open up a photo album of her. A picture I hadn't took another glance of when I got it. There was someone in the background an hour ago before Annabella and I went to the academy together, the day I discovered that she's been cheating on me, the day she got killed. On the back of the picture, Pandora scrawl on a sticky note, Now find who it is.

"Jason, you're back. Reaping is in five minutes!" Mom squeak. 'Shit...'

I grab the picture and stash it in my pocket before I sprint to the reaping. My knee paining me a little bit on the way there. "Name?" A peacekeeper ask.

"Jason Bridges," I reply through a few deep breaths.

I walk in the reaping pen where the eighteen year olds murmur in excitement.

"Welcome to the one hundredth annual Hunger Games... My name is Alphia Sanders and I will be your escort to these lucky six tributes for this year's Hunger Games!" She screech through the microphone. "But before we pick the tributes let's watch the video brought all the way from the Capitol."

The video turn on but I pay no mind to it, wondering who the hell is Pandora.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

One of Sabina's sisters walk on stage, calmly.

"Sabina Valor!"

Grr, my girlfriend just got called. I clench my fists together, wanting to volunteer for her but alas I couldn't. Girl for girl, boy for boy.

"Livia Valor!"

'Now's my chance right after Livia walk on stage'. "I volunteer!"

"What's your name and how old are you?" Alphia pester, anxious to know who the volunteer is.

"I'm Jason Bridges and I'm eighteen," I said, proudly. I will protect Sabina from harm, even if I die trying...

"Lovely," Alphia mutter before she yell out, "Caleb Mcgomary."

"I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him that much.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," he said.

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" Another boy scream, he look proud to volunteer but once he got on stage he look uneasy as though he's now regretting to volunteer."I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him that much.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," he said.

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" "Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

Sabina glare at me as I shake hands with the District's tributes.

Bodhi Miller (18,2)

Revenge... How dare her father kill my aunt. It isn't fair. She was so close of winning but Jason Brooke decided to kill her. It was one or the other, but sadly my aunt failed to kill him. I want Jasinta's family to suffer how my family did. This year is my last chance, to kill her. Her family will want her to volunteer for the Quarter Quell. When she steps into the Arena, I will kill her, slowly but very painfully.

No one hurts my friends nor my family. I will stab a sword or a spear repeatedly into her watch her family suffer just like mine has. No doubt that Jasinta's father told her all about me. I don't care because I'm better than her. I'm the best tribute this year out of the whole entire District. The Academy will probably choose short, pretty girls who can't defend their selves, oops I'm describing District 1. The academy will choose the normal typical girl that likes to use knives. Every year, on TV I always see girl tributes from District 2 grabbing knives from the cornucopia.

I'm going to win this year's games and no one will stop me including Jasinta. I will be the best tribute this year. "Bodhi, time for breakfast," Mom yell from downstairs.

I pick up the pillow that fell on the floor and toss it on my chair. I walk downstairs and sit down at the dining room table. Mom serve oatmeal to us and I scoop it up. It look soupy and yucky.

"Bodhi, eat your oatmeal," Mom pester, swallowing some coffee.

"No," I said, frowning.

"Bodhi," Mom warn.

"I'm not hungry," I murmur, pushing away the oatmeal like it's the deadly plague. "I'm going to go, see you later."

"Bodhi, thank you for spending time with us rather than go the academy for last minute practice," Dad said, grabbing my attention. Wow they care. When I explain the news to them a few months ago, they weren't entirely pleased with me. Both of them gave me a silent treatment for a few weeks before we went back to be a happy little family... Well, happy as we can get anyways.

"Yeah, whatever," I shrug them off, going back to my room. It's my last time being here maybe forever if I don't succeed in the arena, if Jasinta slits my throat with a close range weapon like throwing knives at the bloodbath, she's going to enjoy watching me die. Though, I'm very anxious to slaughter her and maybe tributes in the process. I wouldn't mind winning, get all the riches, live in the Victors' houses.

I grab my reaping clothes, navy blue shirt with black shorts and put them on. I wasn't coming back here after I'm done saying goodbye.

I head to the lost tribute graveyard, where each tribute who fail to win the games. Gravestones line up row by row, the farther back the older is while the closer the row is, the newer it is.

I stop by a gravestone, dead tribute of the 96th Hunger Games. He was one of my favorite tributes of that year, Gregory Roseburm. He landed in second place before his stupid act of eating some deadly castor beans, they were disguise as coffee beans. The victor of that year was a clever girl using her resources from District 12. I walk past the other gravestones before stopping at a certain gravestone.

Raven Millers. My aunt that I'll get justice on, by killing Jasinta Brooke. From nearby, I could hear small sobbing from nearby, I'm really sure no one was here when I enter the graveyard. Poor Olivia kneel next to a gray gravestone, sobbing her eyes out. 'I'm sorry,' I thought, standing at the crack gravestone, respectively for those who have died in agony or swiftly.

I wander to where Olivia is currently at and touch her shoulder, gently. She shudder at the touch and look at me with wide eyes before she relax just a smidge. I look at the grave, Here lies Joshua Vagans. May he rest in peace for sacrificing himself for others. Died on June 24, 99 A.D.D. "I'm sorry for your loss," I whisper to her.

"It's been almost a year since he died. He volunteer last year but he was slit by her," Olivia explain to me, laying something small in front of the grave, a small earring. "I love you, Bodhi."

She stand up and start to lean close to me. I could see her emerald eyes glistening with wet tears under the rays of the sun. Her pale pink lips so close to mine... Olivia's lips touch mine and we kiss. The world doesn't seem to matter anymore, it seems the world just stop all of a sudden.

"Since I know you're going to be volunteering, here's a bracelet. To remember me by, Bodhi'" Olivia smile, handing me her small gold bracelet. "Don't forget about me."

"How can I forget about you... I love you for all eternity," I told her, brushing her bangs from her face.

"So do I," She whisper, standing on her tippy toes to steal another kiss from me. We stand there kissing for a while until someone decide to interrupt us.

"Love birds get a room!" Nick exclaim. Olivia roll her eyes at the comment.

"Nick, what're you doing here?" I ask.

"Trying to find you two... Have you heard that there was a fire?" He ask. 'A fire? I already know that the District has been super dry for at least almost a month. Wildfires have been reported like every two weeks.'

"Where?" Olivia demand.

"In the lower part of the District," Nick answer. 'What a relief. It's only in the lower district. I don't know anybody in the lower district.'

"So what do you guys want to do?" Olivia ask after a few minutes of silence.

"Let's have lunch first," Nick suggest.

We all agree and went to Nick's house where his mom made us peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Nick's mom serve us a glass of iced tea and a peice of chocolate cake from Nick's birthday a weekend ago.

Once we all finish eating, Nick went to change his clothes for the reaping. "It's our last year of reaping. We have made it," Nick said, sounding proud.

I look down and Olivia must have caught on because she told Nick, "Bodhi's volunteering this year."

"Why?" Nick ask. "I doubt it's the Academy since you're in fourth place."

"That's partial reason. Jasinta is volunteering this year and I want to kill her," I pipe up.

"Oh," Nick drop his voice.

No one bother to talk as we walk to the reaping. We sign in and all head towards the eighteen year old pen.

I didn't bother watching the video. I already know it and yet the Capitol still plays it.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

No one volunteer for her which is odd.

"Sabina Valor!" And once again no volunteers.

"Livia Valor!" It's the annoying girl, the most despise girl in the district.

"I volunteer!"

"What's your name and how old are you?" Alphia pester, anxious to know who the volunteer is.

"I'm Jason Bridges and I'm eighteen," he said, proudly

"I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him that much, but think seen him at the academy quite often.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," I said.

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" Someone shout, rushing up to the stage, smirking. He looks happy to finally be able to volunteer. "Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

Everyone whistle while all of us shake hands with each other.

Nolan Argent II (18,2)

I let out a small yawn as I shoot another bow at the target. The arrow land on the outer side of the target, I'm too exhausted to even put another arrow on a the quiver. Dad wouldn't be proud of me, just giving up easily but screw him. He's dead and not coming back ever. I already know I'm the best tribute ever for volunteering this year. It's an honor, getting chosen for this year's Quarter Quell and to represent the District. I already know I'm going to win these games, dad already won his games using his skills and the sword. I will do the exact same thing he done.

"I'm to win the Quarter Quell this year," I brag about to no one in particular.

"I wouldn't be so cocky or that will be the last thing you'll do," someone comment, throwing another knife at the target.

"How would you know? I'm better than you," I said, cocky. "You're just a pathetic nobody."

"Oh please, I'm a lot more talent, darling," the girl told me.

I strike her and she look shock for a split second before she strike back. Something warm slide down the corner of my mouth, I lick it. Salty but yet so bitter at the same time...'blood', she just cause my nose to bleed. I punch her back but narrowly she dodge the blow. Trainers look at us before they quit what they're currently doing. They walk towards us scowling deeply, we're in trouble but it's not my fault. She totally done it first and even if she did lie they won't believe her, they'll go for my side, my dad was a victor and love mentoring kids before the accident. He was the best one ever and I envy him; charming, manipulator, killer, everything I want to be, I'll be just like him. He was the best victor and I'll beat his record of 15 kills this year due to the Quarter Quell. I know I have these games in the bag. I'm the best tribute this year, I'm rich, extremely popular around the District being the son of the deceased victor of the record holder of fifteen kills.

"What seems to be a problem here?" A trainer ask, scowling at the fighter and I. 'I'm not in trouble, will you believe me? Don't you know who I am, I'm Nolan Argent, idiot'.

"Nothing," I lie.

"He struck me, sir," the girl wail, fake tears falling from her eyes. 'Totally fake'...

"Argent, Trimen, go home now. You're not permitted to enter the Academy for three days. Argent, good luck in the Arena," The trainer hiss at us.

"You can't do that," I yell, fists clench together at the comment. Ugh, doesn't he know who I am? He can't do that to me? I'm rich, popular and is practically famous.

"I can and I will," He seethe. 'What the hell dude? I deserve to practice before the stupid, boring, pointless reaping.'

I left fists tight and went to Remus' house. It isn't no palace like mine is, small creek fill with water, frogs and small flowers nearby. Even though the District is currently in a devastating drought, the victor's house are cool and have water unlike everyone else who's struggling to get past. One of the best honor's ever is living next to train killers and the amazing things you can do.

I knock on the door as soon as I arrive. I stand there, confidently. I'm not a stranger here, I'm practically family. Remus' mom answer the door. "Nolan, I didn't know you'll visit today," Mrs. Morridos said, smiling. Fresh bake homemade cookies smell really delicious from a small distance away. "Come in." She usher me in here, and serve me a few cookies. She place them on a plate and put it in from of me.

Mmm... So sweet and delicious at the same time. "Are you nervous for the reaping?" She ask.

"Nope. I know I'm going to win and no one will stop me. I'm perfect at everything to survive the arena," I said, taking a bite of the steamy chocolate chip cookies. "My dad won his games using his skills..."

"Honey, that was almost thirteen years ago. Times have change, districts have volunteers with their own skills. If you can't get that through your thick skull then don't volunteer..." Mrs. Morridos explain. I'll show her, I'll be the victor and they'll be wrong. I already know I'm going to win these games.

"I hate you! I know I'm going to win and no one will stop!" I exclaim. 'Wow, that'll show her of messing with me. Why do people discriminate me against winning?'

"You're no longer able to see Remus, I forbid it!" She exclaim, taking away my cookies.

"Fine, I'll prove it," I said. I left slamming the door along the way out.

I jog back home, my anger pulsing through my veins. "Good afternoon, Nolan." Mom greet.

I ignore her and gone into the bathroom to take a bath. I turn on the hot water and the cold water. Sitting in the tub, relaxing while the tub fills up with water. I have at least twenty minutes until the reaping starts, where I'll meet my future allies and decide who to kill first. I'm going to enjoy this year's games. Seventy-two tributes, how bad can it be.

I scrub off the dirt and sweat from my body and hair. I want to look my best for the reaping. I look into the mirror as soon as I got out of the tub, the dark circles visible. It's probably my fault for staying at the academy all night practicing. I put on my reaping outfit and comb my thick, brown hair.

I walk towards the reaping with a smirk on my face. I'm going to win! "Name?" A peacekeeper ask.

"Nolan Argent II," I told her.

"Go to the eighteen year old section," She demand, pointing at the pen.

I walk off smirking at the stage, wondering who will be the five unlucky tributes dying in the arena, while I'll be the victor of the Quarter Quell.

The video turn on but I pay no mind to it. I hate the video.

"Yay, now let's choose the first female tribute for this year's Hunger Games...Virginia Valor!"

No one volunteer for her which is odd.

"Sabina Valor!" And once again no volunteers.

"Livia Valor!" It's the annoying girl, the most despise girl in the district.

"I volunteer!"

"What's your name and how old are you?" Alphia pester, anxious to know who the volunteer is.

"I'm Jason Bridges and I'm eighteen," he said, proudly

"I volunteer!" Someone shout. I didn't know him that much, buthink seen him at the academy quite often.

"I'm Bodhi Miller and I'm eighteen," he said.

"And the last one... Erin Calve," Alphia finish.

"I volunteer!" I shout, rushing up to the stage, smirking. I finally get to win the games!

"Nolan Argent the second and I'm eighteen."

District cheer for us, especially for me. I'm already the best and I'll prove it.

The end. How was it, good? Horrible? I know my writing was horrible at the beginning. Which tribute did you like better? For those of you who reviewed the chapter before I rewritten it just do your username for guest user, I'll know who it is. Also never watch scary videos before you're writing, it just turns the writing darker. I save you from Nolan, you better be thankful for that.

I have an SYOT up and need twin tributes from Districts 1,3,4,5,7,9,10,11 and 12. It's called Double Trouble.

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Questions

Is this chapter worth the wait?

Any mistakes? I did proofread it and try to put it in present tense

Who do you think killed Annabella Erin, Nyx, or both?

Whose your favorite tribute so far? Least favorite?

List the tributes least to greatest for don't like to like.

See you next time in District 6 which will be up in less than two weeks!