Hi my peoples! This chapter is for Halibelknight and for littleperson1832. Thanks for submitting your characters to this story! Also if you wanted to know what song I had Stephanie Grace sing in the last chapter it was Like You'll Never See Me Again by Alicia Keys. So enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you think because I live for feedback

District 2 Reapings (Enter Silver Brigg POV)

I was dead tired as I drug my sore body home. No not home to my house. Home suggests family happy and together. Thanks to the capitol, I didn't have that anymore. Last year they perpetrated an accident that sealed of one of District 2's numerous quarry mines. The mine both my parents worked in. As the avalanche sealed open the mouth of the quarry mine 17 people were trapped inside. Needless to say none made it out. Only the fact that I was a mere 10 days from my 18th birthday they let me keep the house. Now I had no one. I like no one. I never seemed to be able to cross the vast expanse of emptiness inside of me that had sprung into being the day my parents died.

I slammed the door. Today was the day of the reaping. The last one that I would be eligible for. I was going to volunteer today. I was going to the capitol, and I was going to make everyone I could sorry, starting with the career tributes. I know that being from District 2 I would be expected to join them, but I wasn't going to. If they wanted to be all buddy, buddy with the capitol they would be the first to feel my wrath. I didn't really care if I died. I didn't have anything here waiting for me anyways. No friends, no family; just this empty house that was haunted with the memory of my parents.

I dressed in and old suit of my father's. I looked at lot like him. Black hair, silvery grey eyes; hence my first name being Silver. My hooked nose I got from my mother. A large scar on the left part of my face was the only remaining evidence of an accident I was in when I first began working in the quarry. When I deemed myself presentable, I strolled out to walk towards the square.

I made my way toward the front of the crowd. The mayor began his speech that was the same for every year. Then he introduced the main escort for our district, Shirley Curtain. She's a very unfriendly looking person with a personality to match. Good. I didn't want some weird capitol person trying to be nice to me before they threw us into the arena.

"Ladies first." She says in her no nonsense tone. She reaches into the ball that holds every female's name. "Kathey Mansen"

"I volunteer!"

This came from a girl with purple hair and purple eyes. I'd seen her around but I didn't remember her name. She walked up to the stage.

"Your name please?" inquires Curtain.

"Daisy Nightlock."

"Well then, please step over here." Daisy moved off to the side.

"Now onto the boys." She grabbed another piece of paper from the boys reaping ball. "Chance Buregaard"

"I volunteer!" I said.

Everyone looked at me as I made my way up to the stage. There was no need for me to control my facial expression; my face was a hardened mask.

"Your name is?"

"Silver Brigg."

_Flashback 3 Hours_

(Enter Daisy Nightlock POV)

"So who do you think is going to get picked, Rachel?"

My best friend and I sat in front of my uncle's house relaxing before the reaping. We look so much alike except for the fact she had brown eyes and black hair while I had purple hair and eyes. Every time someone meets me they naturally assume I'm from the capitol. Not true. I get it from my mother's side of the family that apparently has some type of genetic defect. She had purple eyes to. Her and my father died in a house fire when I was 7. That day I had the good fortune to be at Rachel's house.

"I don't know hope it's not one of us or Kathey. I would cry for days."

"Don't worry if they call her I'll take her place and besides she only has one slip in there. They're not going to pick her."

"I really hope not."

My best friend was forever worrying over her 12 year old sister. She'd do anything for her. However I promised to the both of them years ago that I'd take either of their places if they got picked in the reaping.

"Besides you wouldn't have to worry about me not coming back. There's no way in the world I couldn't win the games."

This got a laugh out of her. I was only part joking though. Nobody would be able to defeat me in the games if I went; especially the boys. All I'd have to do is use my –ahem- female charms and then when the least suspected it, move in for the kill. Not to mention my uncle has made me train harder than anyone in the District. Not that I minded; I had to be ready.

"Daisy come on we better go get ready. The reaping will be starting soon." Rachel's comment breaks through my thoughts.

We go up to my room and dress in matching black skirts and red tops. We walk to the square. I briefly spot my uncle in the crowd. Also we see Rachel's little sister Kathey in the back with the 12 year olds. I tuned out the mayor as he began his dull speech. I come back into focus when Shirley Curtain begins the reaping in her monotone, which definitely doesn't make you want to listen to her.

"Ladies first." She pauses to select a girl's name from the reaping ball. "Kathey Mansen."

I froze. Oh please no. Tell me I heard her wrong; I thought. One look at Rachel's face though and I knew I had heard correctly. Then I remembered my promise. The promise I made to take either of their places if they were reaped.

"I volunteer!" I said. Rachel gave a slight hiccup and began to cry a little. I hugged her before walking to mount the stage.

"Your name please?" inquired Curtain.

"Daisy Nightlock."

"Well then, please step over here." I moved to the spot she had indicated.

"Now on to the boys." She snatched a piece of paper from the boys reaping ball. "Chance Buregaard."

"I volunteer."

This was from Silver Brigg. He was a year older than me. I had heard that he'd lost his parents in a quarry accident right before his 18th birthday. At least he knew what it was like to lose people, like I did. I'd also heard that he was very unfriendly as well.

"Your name is?"

"Silver Brigg."

The mayor came back up to finish talking. Finally he ended his speech with, "Ladies and Gentlemen I present to you our tributes, Daisy Nightlock and Silver Brigg."

I looked out at the crowd; confident that I would see all these faces again.

And there you go; I promised to update soon didn't I? How much do y'all love me?

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