Reborn into the Hunger Games ( Finnick Odair x Male oc)

Chapter 17: Reaping Day

Chapter 17: Reaping Day

Rudy POV

    The very next morning, Finnick and I got up from bed, showered, and got dressed up to head out. Finnick was first out the door that morning.

    "Rudy, my Love, I will see you soon. I love you," Finnick said with all the emotions he could muster.

    "I love you, too," I said.

    Before Finnick walks out to head out, he leans in for a good-bye kiss. After that, he went off and I wouldn't be seen until I was standing in front of him in a sea of other people ages from twelve to eighteen.

    Right after him, I left our home after an hour. He had to go and meet up with my parents and brother at their home. Once I got to their place they were waiting outside all dressed up for me. This day keeps getting harder to bear, but I only have to do this reaping once more then I am free from anymore. They walked alongside me towards the reaping area of the plaza in district 4 for the 66th Hunger Games. The plaza was always filled with people, laughter, and various of nosies. However, today like the other reapings it was filled with dreaded and unease.

    We finally reached the plaza, like always all adults in district 4 were here. They were given the day off. It was a must for everyone to be there for the reaping even if their own families don't have any children of age to be reaped. During my walk here, it felt long and every step I took felt heavy. It was a silent walk that I wouldn't forget. I couldn't keep my mind wandering off track from thinking negative thoughts and I was just making myself nervous. I know I planned for this, but things are getting real quickly. My hands won't stop shaking and my mind is running wild. I just couldn't calm myself down.

    This will be the first reaping without Finnick by my side and holding my hand and without his parents. Finnick is and always will be my rock, so without him there beside me, I felt alone. I will feel the pressure of what I'm about to do and make myself more nervous than ever before. I took a deep breath and continued walking. We needed to be on time before peacekeepers got their panties in a twist.

    Once we arrived at our destination. We waited in line for me to be checked-in. After a while of waiting the line in front of me started to move ever so slowly. The wait couldn't have gone any faster. It allowed me to think when I didn't want to. I thought about how everyone in the district is here in this one plaza.We are all forced to be here and identify ourselves to peacekeepers without a choice. Without checking in and failure to comply leads those individuals being sent to the capitol for punishment. People knew of this fact, but no one really talks about it, due to the fear of it happening to them. An example is when people are sent to capitol and they become an Avox. An Avox is a form of slave for the people in the capitol and they have their tongues cut off so they never will speak ever again. That is a life no one really deserves. So, that is why we are all in line to be registered.

    My hands were still shaking and I was sweating profusely. Then my thoughts return to reality. The line began to shorten as time went on. I heard a firm "next" when it was my turn. A lady peacekeeper was in charge of doing the mandatory check-ins. I walked up to her and she grabbed my wrist. She took a drop of blood from my finger to identify me and she looked at her catalog of names to make double I am the person who I say I was. They could always know when someone is not here through their database and their heavy book catalog. My name was entered only three times into a bowl of names out of thousands of others.

    After that I was dismissed and sent on my way to a section filled with other boys in a section for all the boys that are my age of 15. The children were split into male and female. Then further split into age groups. Walking towards my section, my heart couldn't stop racing. All I could hear was the beat of my heart. Looking around all I see is the scared faces of children. I'm glad I could save one of these boy's poor souls from being reaped this year. However, the same couldn't be said for the girls. Thinking about it were just labels and willing sacrifices for the people in the capitol. We weren't humans to their eyes. We are no better than livestock to them. This fact was a horrible truth.