Hi everyone and welcome back! and I finally have all my tributes submitted! Hooray! Confetti for everyone! In celebration of this, I have an especially great chapter for us. District 4 is usually a hit or miss when it comes to tributes/careers, but these two are...interesting. A secret pacifist and a secret sadist. I'll leave it up to you to decide who's who.

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Thank you to The Pocketwatch Ripper for Tethys and livinginadream0 for Havilard!

Chapter 5: District 4: Making Waves

Tethys De La Fuente's POV

Lies. My whole life has been ruled by lies. Lies about my parenthood. Lies about my true thoughts and beliefs. Lies about that accursed day performing Swan Lake. Lies. Lies. Lies.

This day will be no different. Today is the Reaping. I smooth the creases out of my white blouse and adjust my red knee-length skirt. I gently pull a length of ribbon off my vanity and tie it around my waist.

"Good morning!" chirps Pearl. My friend appears in the doorway. "Knock, knock!"

I give her a tight-lipped smile. "How are you today?"

"Good!" She hops over to me. "You look great today!"

I nod and grin. "Randy's waiting outside." Pearl says teasingly.

Randy. One of my latest flings. He was Octola's boyfriend, until she decided to give him up to me.

I make my way down the stairs and out the gate. Randy and Drake stood, leaning against the gate. Drake was saying something about tall boots, and Randy nodded along. Another person was there, his skinny frame hidden behind Drake's burly one. Oyster smiles and nods at me.

I have amassed a sufficient friend group for my social status. Pearl is my closest friend. She shares similar cares with me and we two are above the rest of the school in terms of popularity. Drake is my only male friend. He isn't the brightest bulb in the tool shed, but he is intimidating and keeps away any obsessed boys. Randy, of course, is my boyfriend. Even dumber than Drake and obsessed with anyone female, no wonder he was with that whore Octola. And Oyster. A small, rather cheeky boy, who seems to be very good pals with Drake.

Oyster snaps me out of my train of thought by waving his hand over my eyes. "Tethys, what do you think?"

"Mm? Oh, yeah, she's such a dweeb."

Everyone turns to me and raises their eyebrows. "Marina, the mayor's daughter?" Oyster asks.

"Oh, she's fine. A bit odd, and she hangs out with urchins like Splash and Whirlpool, but she's ok apart from that."

"Hmm."

The chatter in the group turned to the Reaping. "Tomorrow isn't that far away."

"Yeah, it'll probably be Scylla who volunteers."

"Scylla," I scoff. Scylla is a frenemy of mine. She and I have been warring for the top spot at the Training Academy since we could walk. Strutting down the corridor with that stupid messy bun that all the guys love. Those emerald eyes, and those graceful feet. Dancer feet. Just like Swan Lake-

ENOUGH! I force myself to remain calm.

"What's going on with you, Teth? Scared she's going to get the glory?" Pearl tuts cruelly.

"No. I'm going to volunteer."

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

We stand eye to eye for a few moments, then Pearl backs down. "Victor De La Fuente, I salute you."

Victor De La Fuente. I like the sound of that.

Havilard Irving's POV

Callie whirls around. The boy from District 7, Barker, swings his axe forward, but Callie dodges it and slashes his leg with her trident. Barker falls back and screams, and his ally, the boy from 6 named Tarren, yells out and tosses a boomerang at Callie. He turns and scrambles away from her as it shatters over her head.

Callie tosses her trident and it lands in Tarren's back. He falls, screaming, and the hilt of the trident sticks in a crack, pushing the points through his stomach. The cannon fires, and Barker lets out a scream of rage.

The camera cuts to Tarren's mentor, Jiminy. He gives the camera a quivery smile and turns away, trying to cover the tears in his eyes. Caesar makes a joke about getting the point, and Jiminy gives him a disgusted glare and walks out of the room.

In the arena, Callie and Barker had abandoned their weapons and they were wrestling it out, both with their hands around each other's necks.

After a few minutes, Barker's purple face went still, and the cannon sounded. The trumpets screamed. A voice announced Callie Logan from District 4 as the Victor of the 81st Hunger Games.

I whoop and spill my popcorn all over my bed. I press the button and the tape whirs to the Victor's interview. I check my watch.

Almost time to leave. Maybe I'll get a few minutes to watch before-

"Hey, asshat! Get up!"

Ah, mornings. A time for relaxation, getting ready for the day ahead. But for me, as always, it involves abuse.

"GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO, SIS!" I yell down the stairs. Kaiya's middle finger appears through the trapdoor that connects our bedrooms.

I notice that I am not alone in my bedroom, and I stroke Lilliana's head with an absentminded hand. She yips and trundles out of the room, her tail wagging in the morning light streaming through the window.

I walk down to the kitchen, where my family is waiting for me. My mother smiles thinly at me, and my father nods gruffly.

"Reapy reapy reeeeeeaping tiiime," Kaiya sings.

Reapy reapy reeeeeeaping tiiime. That seems to be the plot of my life right now.

District 4 Justice Building

Tethys De La Fuente's POV

I whistle to myself as our Escort hops onto the stage. Frieda Brennerville is the typical prissy Capitol dimwit. She is wearing a baby-blue ball gown that shows off her potato-like figure.

I wish we had kept Winona Granger, but she moved two years ago after Victor Callie won the 81st Games. She moved to 10 for some reason. Maybe because of the recent string of D10 boys getting several kills. They're due for a win sometime soon. There'dn't've been a D8 winner last year if the D10 boy, Buckle, hadn't impaled his brains out on a tree branch running from a tiger.

Frieda trundles her bulk across the stage to the boy's bowl. "Dacob Dreader!" she calls.

I know Dacob. He's a short, brainy boy. A complete wimp. His twin brother, Darcy, is the complete opposite. He's a party animal who hates school and loves hooking up.

Dacob squeals and tries to run, but a Peacekeeper snatches him up and drags him to the stage. I see Darcy wrestling his way through the crowd, but he is forced back.

I glance over to the eighteens section and see Havilard Irving, our designated volunteer. He looks nervous, terrified, but his lips move, and as Frieda asks for volunteers, his hand shoots up and he screams those fateful words.

"I VOLUNTEER!"

Poor guy. I like Havilard, respect him. Shame he must die for me to win.

"And now for the girls!" Frieda chirps. Her fat hand gets stuck in the bowl, and he has to wriggle for a few seconds before she drags out a name and reads out: "Scylla Fontaine!"

I smile. Scylla and I will have to battle it out, just like we always do. She will win, probably. But then she steps forward, and I gasp.

Scylla is in bandages. Her legs and her right arm are heavily bandaged, and she is in crutches. A horrible thought flashes through my head. Did I do this to her?

I need to volunteer. If I did this to Scylla, then I owe it to her. If not, then I will lose all respect. And I am still gunning for Victor De La Fuente.

"I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"

Whoo! So happy with this one! Hopefully the next chapter will be out in a week or so. This chapter was shorter than normal, but I still like it.

District 5 is going to be a more interesting one, and I'm going to see if I can start hurrying up with the posting, as I have some ideas planned for later in the story.

Feel free to review with your views and thoughts. See you all in the next one! Byeeeee!

-Luke