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District 6 reapings.
Samuel Rider 34 Victor of the 84th hunger games
He didnt want to be here.
This place, where the worst moments of his life all came together.
Age 14, watching his father being publicly executed, for being out after curfew.
out after curfew for getting medicine for his dying wife.
Age 15, watching his only brother being publicly executed for trying to steal money for his mother, until his mother died and he was caught, leaving Samuel to provide for his younger sister Feroze.
Age 17, reaped into the games himself, but winning them, killing nine people.
Nine.
And then at age 18, standing on the stage and watching his only remaining sibling, Feroze, getting reaped into the hunger games, as a 15 year old girl. He had made sure she prepared herself a little bit, with their families track record, it was almost a lock she would end up going in.
He knew the reapings were rigged, so he enrolled her in the training center in 6.
A small dingy place, with few weapons and two trainers.
They had asked him to teach, but he stayed as far away as possible.
But Feroze had gone there, for a year, until she was reaped.
But she too had overcome the odds and come home victorious.
But she had paid the price, he thought, as he wheeled her up on stage in her wheelchair.
Her enter lower body, paralysed for life, because of the girl from 3, who in the finale of her games, struck her in the spine with an axe. And paralysed her lower body.
And he wheeled her every year, onto the stage, to watch the next four tributes from 6 get reaped to die.
Because after Feroze, in the 16 years after her victory.
Nobody else had come home from the games. The only two victors from 6 were from the same family.
He sat down in his chair, next to the mayor, or mayoress, as she was the only female mayor in all of Panem.
She stood up and spoke, about the first rebellion, the dark days as it was called, and how Panem had rebounded, creating the hunger games.
As if that was why they survived.
And then, after 74 glorious years of the hunger games, how the upstart Katniss Everdeen had started a rebellion.
How she, along with all of the other victors, 74 years worth, were killed. Exterminated. Obliterated. Wiped out.
And how, again Panem rebounded, and brought the hunger games back.
This was the 26th year of their creation.
The mayoress sat down again.
The district 6 escort took the stage. A 50 year old woman named Daffodil, though with all her grotesque, supposedly beautiful makeup, she could easily pass for 75.
80 even.
She stood there looking out at the crowd below here, maybe expecting some type of applause.
None was forthcoming, she should know that by now.
After a moment or two she clapped her hands together and strode towards the boys bowl.
She slid her hand through it several times, maybe hoping to increase the suspense, and then withdrew a name.
"Brunel Brash" she said.
There was a whoop, as an average height, but very muscular boy burst out from the 17 year old section, he had brown hair that was full of hair gel, a striped tanktop and athletic shorts.
He ran all the way to the stage, and leaped on to it in a single bound.
He had trained Samuel thought, that much was for sure, unless he was just a very, very skilled actor.
He had potential though. Definite potential.
Once Brunel had settled down, and Daffodil had stopped casting admiring looks at him, glad for once she had gotten a good tribute, she moved towards the girls bowl. And selected a name.
"Reta Castellano." she called out loudly.
A 17 year old girl walked up the aisle, light brown hair, sparkling green eyes, she had dressed the part as well, a sky blue dress, and matching shoes. She shook her head to herself several times, and then climbed the stage, meeting everybody's eyes and staring them down.
She had venom in her gaze thought Samuel.
Dimitry Corcoran was the next name called out, a short boy emerged from the 16 year old section, he had dark, almost black skin, dark black hair that seemed to grow straight out from his head, He was wearing ragged dark green pants, a brown jacket, both of them ripped.
He, unlike Reta before him, met nobody's eyes and stared at the ground.
Then the last tribute was a 17 year old girl named Joanna Coal, she had jet black hair, a pale complexion, and hazel eyes.
She smiled at the cameras, waved to the people of district 6, playing the crowd.
All four of them shook hands, and then were forcibly marched towards the justice building, where they would say their final goodbyes.
Samuel and Feroze stood, or rather sat in Feroze's place on the stage, as the crowd dispersed except for those who wished to see the tributes.
"Your turn to pick first." Samuel stated, His sister flashed him a smile, despite losing control of her lower body, this hadn't hurt her spirit
"Ahh yes" she replied, still smiling, "Remind me, why am I going first, for the fourth time in a row?"
"Because my tributes haven't survived the bloodbath in four years." He said quietly
It was a sick game they played, whoever had a tribute that lasted longest got to pick first the next year, but it helped them treat this as the capital wanted them to treat it. A game.
And this is what kept them sane.
"I'm sorry brother dear" said Feroze "I didn't hear you, mind speaking louder?"
"Because my tributes haven't survived the bloodbath in four years." He said, nearly yelling.
"Ahh yes" she said again "and now, how many tributes of mine reached the top 16 last year?'
"Both" he grunted.
"Exactly" she replied "So thats why im going first again, isn't it brother dear?"
Samuel just shook his head "Pick then Feroze."
"I want Reta."
"I'll take Brunel" replied Samuel "He's trained hasn't he?"
Feroze nodded, "A good amount I think, i've visited that center a couple times, and everytime hes been there."
"I'll take him then, you?"
"Dimitry.'
"Ok then, Joanna for me."
"Lets head to the train brother dear."
Brunel Brash 17 district 6
Why were they here? Brunel thought. His parents never wanted anything to do with him, they paid his training fee and that was it.
"Why are you here?" Brunel asked.
"To say a temporary goodbye to our son" said his father "The future victor of the 101st hunger games."
Brunel couldn't help himself, he cracked a smile, it had an odd way of playing out, he had told everybody he planned to volunteer next year, but not this year, and yet he had been reaped.
But what was one year?
Not that much to him to be honest, one more year of struggling through classes at school, one more year of working mindlessly at the automobile factory.
It didn't matter to him, any of it. What mattered was the games.
So he said goodbye to his parents, hugged his mother, shook hands with his father, but it wasn't goodbye.
It was see-you-soon. I'll be back.
Reta Castellano 17 district 6
Why was he here?
Reta hated her brother.
Why was he here she thought again.
He had torn her family apart, her sweet lovable rebellious family.
Her father had fought in the second rebellion, on the rebels side. The losing side, along with his mother, her grandma.
His father, her grandfather, had fought for the capital.
None of them had been killed, they had moved past it, her father used to talk to his dad occasionally, they remained civil enough.
Until her brother, started openly supporting the games, getting her father arrested.
He had been in jail for three months. Reta hadn't seen him once.
And now her brother was here, along with her grandparents, and her mom.
Her grandma and her mom stood on one side of the room.
Her brother and grandfather stood on the other side.
"Reta, I-" her brother started.
She cut him of.
"Get out" she stated evenly.
"Reta" he said again, she started to speak but he held up his hand, and she shut her mouth
"Reta i'm proud of you, and you should be proud too, of getting this chance to fight for our districts honor, the honor of Panem."
Reta burst out laughing, despite of her self.
"The honor of Panem?" she said "This is the honor of Panem, getting innocent children killed?"
Her brother started again but she screamed out loud.
He stopped.
"Get out!" she screamed.
A peacekeeper stuck his head in the door
"Is there a problem?"
"This, this person, is abusing my daughter." said her mom. "She wants him out."
The peacekeeper entered the room, followed by another, my brother made a move towards me and the peacekeeper lowered his shoulder and hit him into the wall.
Her grandfather moved towards him and the other peacekeeper took out a baton, and almost casually, struck him in the head.
He collapsed to the floor.
Her brother started yelling, and the peacekeeper took him out as well.
They picked up the limp bodies of her brother and grandfather and carried them out.
Her grandma burst into tears.
Reta moved forwards and hugged her tightly.
"I'll come back" she said into her hair "I promise."
Her mother came forward and hugged her too and they stood there, the three of them, hugging in the middle of the floor until the peacekeepers came and took them
"Goodbye" said Reta silently "Goodbye."
But it wasn't goodbye, she told herself, it was see-you-soon. I'll be back.
Dimitry Corcoran 16 district 6
Why werent they here he thought pacing the room, he knew they would come, but they weren't here.
His father, his mother.
his 5 brothers.
and his little sister Skye. Yet none of them were here.
But then the door opened, and in they came, Silven and Skye in the lead.
They were the youngest at 8 and 6 respectively, then there was Jenning, 14 years old but already taller than Dimitry, Jenning's twin, Glim, who was one of the three people Dimitry was taller then in the family.
Then there was his two older brothers, Horan and Cal. They were both 19, towering over everybody else in the room.
His parents came last, His dad, hair already gone from his head, even though he was only 40 years old.
Stress did that to you, running the automobile shop, along with raising seven children.
Skye reached him and buried her face in his shirt.
Silven too ran up and hugged him. Both of them broke down and sobbed.
"It's ok" he told the rest of his family "you don't have to cry too."
A lame attempt at a joke, any other day his brothers would have made fun of him for it, but not today.
Jenning and Glim walked up, identical despite the fact that Jenning was about a head taller.
"You can do it Dim" they said together "We know you can."
Dimitry stood up and hugged them both. Then Horan and Cal.
And finally his parents, his dad first then his mom.
His whole life he had looked forward to the moment when he might be taller than her, but even now, at 16, she still had arguably an inch on him. Now he might never grow taller than her.
"You can do it" she said "I know you can."
He hugged them all again, and then watched as the peacekeepers dragged them out of the room, rather forcibly. And then it started.
His father pushed one off his mom, and got a punch in the stomach for it.
Jenning like he always did, got right in the middle of it, punching one of them in the head, he got shoved against the wall, the peacekeeper drew back his fist to punch him, but Horan got there first, tackling him into the door, which burst open revealing a small group of people standing outside of it.
Dimitry saw several people he knew, his neighbor Mr. Brown, with his prosthetic leg, his son Neil who was Jenning's best friend, his uncle Trith, or silver as he had used to call him, because of his silver hair, and several of his cousins, when they saw what was happening they too burst into the room, and Dimitry lept forward as well, tackling a peacekeeper that was whaling on Glim, Glim lept up and kicked the peacekeeper in the head.
"Go Dimitry" yelled his father, Dimitry lept forward, but was caught in the back of the head by a Baton. And he blacked out.
Joanna Cole 17 district 6
Why werent they here she thought.
Why?
Joanna's family was normal enough, on the surface, but below it, they were one of the most rebellious families in 6.
Because of the games.
Her sister Joy, Her then 18 year old aunt, her cousins, Glitter and Jim, three second cousins. She didn't even remember their names. All dead, killed by the games, in the past 10 years.
And her family had worked underground, trying to usurp the capitals rule.
But why werent they here?
That's when the peacekeepers burst into her room.
Three of them. All carrying guns.
"Change of plans" one of them barked "we're leaving now."
"But-" Joanna began but the peacekeepers cut her off, as two of them each grabbed an arm and dragged her into the hallway.
The hallway was full of chaos.
Inside and around one of the tributes rooms, a full on fight was taking place.
Joanna saw the tribute, Dimitry, crumbled on the floor, as around him what seemed to be his family was taking on peacekeepers.
Through a window she saw outside, a full blown riot was taking place.
The citizens of district 6 had revolted.
Inside here, the peacekeepers were to get them to the trains alive.
Several guns went off at once.
Two older men fell. One with a prosthetic leg, the other with shiny silver hair. Both of them had to be over 50, both dark, almost black skin.
The one with the silver hair resembled Dimitry.
The third gun that went off was held by a large boy, he couldn't be older than 20.
A peacekeeper collapsed.
The doors of the justice building broke open, by a crowd of citizens.
But behind them, were hundreds of peacekeepers, gunning them down.
The center of town seemed to be controlled by the peacekeepers, and most of the citizens had retreated.
She was dragged down the stairs and outside, one of the peacekeepers holding her collapsed, maybe hit by a arrant gun shot.
Another one took his place.
A pair of peacekeepers holding Dimitry caught up to them.
In front of them, Joanna recognized Brunel and Reta, both conscious, being lead by peacekeepers.
"Get them to the train" said one peacekeeper "This is under control."
They reached the train, as they were about the put her on the train, Joanna saw her chance, and kicked the peacekeeper loosely holding her arm in the groin. He collapsed, and she sprinted away, but she heard footsteps behind her, speeding up.
And then she blacked out.