𝓕𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮| Mizzen x M! Reader

the reaping part one; Ryhlee

status; edited. 

the birds chirped a beautiful sound, filling the quiet streets with harmonies. I hummed along softly to calm my nerves, gaining the attention of those around me, people were worried about there children, but no one was particularly worried about me, so I enjoyed the tunes.

"Rhylee Alves!"  the mayor announced, and my death was finally set in stone. at thirteen years old, I would be killed for the capitol's enjoyment, and to punish the districts. but who was I punishing? no one likes me, my mom threw me out and everyone refuses to give me food, so who is going to miss me when I'm six feet under. but before I die, I need to get revenge on the girl who bullied me relentlessly for being gay. "Sing your way out of this one freak." she dared. so, I took the challenge. 

I grabbed the snake that had been hiding in my pocket and walked over, casually making my way to her. When no one was looking I quickly ran over and dropped the snake down her olive plaid dress. as she fell to the ground trying to get the snake out, I made my way up to the platform, proud of myself. 

Since she was the mayor's daughter, I knew I was in trouble "my daughter, someone help my daughter!" he yelled, but approached me instead. He grabbed my arm and pulled me close, then punched me square in the face. I fell over, holding my nose as it started bleeding from the punch, and tears started to fall down. he went for a punch in the gut, only to be dragged away by a peacekeeper, so he only managed to kick my stomach. I curled up into a ball, listening as the girl screamed for the snake to be removed.

 it took them a few tries, but the snake came slithering back to me, entering my pocket. as the girl was escorted out, I heard my a girl who enjoyed listening to my songs, Maude ivory, start singing.

you can't take my past, 

you can't take my history.

the other boy, Barb Azure, took the next line. I looked up, gaining my courage once again.

you could take my pa,

but his names a mystery.

I sat up, gaining my own composure, and sang out.

No, nothing you can take from me- was ever worth keeping.

nothing you can take, was ever worth keeping!

I stood up, grabbing the microphone from the reaping stand and continuing to sing. 

you can't take my charm, 

you can't take my humor,

you can't take my wealth,

cause it's just a rumor!

no nothing you can take, was ever worth keeping!

I stood off to the side, ready for my big finish.

you can't take my sass,

you can't take my talking!

then I paused, and decided to scream the last lyric for everyone to hear. 

"You can kiss my ass!" I yelled as I was dragged away to the other side of the stage as they picked the female tribute.

"The female tribute for district twelve is Eliana Williams!" he announced. I felt my knees start to buckle, but I managed to stay up, tears welling up inside me again. Eliana has been my best friends since I was two, and I would do anything to make sure she wins, even if it means I die in the process. Eliana had people to care for, and I had nobody who cared about me except Eliana. I wanted to return the favor she had done for me all these years. but I didn't want to die, I wanted to live, and come home, and fall in love. but I would never be able to. she walked up the platform and we shook hands before being taken away to the train.

 Eliana was thrown into the second to last cart, and I was thrown in the last one. I hit my head on one of the crates and my glasses snapped in half again, it wasn't an uncommon phenomenon these days, but I didn't think to carry tape with me. I looked through all the boxes and all I found was band aids, so I would have to use that and hope it worked, and if it didn't, I was screwed. I can't help Eliana much when my glasses are broken.

It took a couple band-aids, but I was finally able to fix them enough to where they felt comfortable enough on my face. I just needed them to get me through the games so I could help Eliana win. that's all I needed, to make sure Eliana could get far enough in before I died. I planned it out perfectly, once there were only four tributes including us two, I could kill one of them, and while the other tribute tried to kill me, I would stab them near the heart, so they were weak. then I would die, and Eliana would be able to win. I wrote it down on a piece of parchment I found so I wouldn't forget it, I was surprisingly eager to tell her my suicide mission of a plan. I knew she would disagree, but I would still go forward with it, no matter what she says.

a few hours had passed, and I spent most of my time looking out the tiny window at the other tributes that were chosen for their districts. the only ones that stood out to me were the ones from district eleven. the boy was much taller than most of the tributes I had seen, and far more muscular.  the girl was shorter and skinnier, but the most notable thing was that she kept coughing. I assumed she was sick, but I couldn't figure out the sickness, maybe tuberculosis?  the other two districts I saw were not very notable, except for maybe the boy in ten, but even he looked like I could beat him in a fight.

it wasn't until we got to district four that I actually saw someone I wanted to get to know.  the girl looked 16-ish, and her hair was short. she had some dirt on her face, and clothes had some as well. the boy however, I couldn't wait to get to know him. his hair was dark brown, same with his eyes, and he also had dirt all over his clothes. he held an expression that was both sad and determined, and he struck me as someone who wasn't afraid to help his friends, like I was. The girl was taken past my cart, and I figured the boy would be too, but instead the doors opened, revealing the first natural bit of sunlight I had seen in a while. I had to close my eyes just so I could adjust to the light, but it was helped when someone stepped up, entering the cart, and the peacekeepers closed the door again, returning me to the darkness. After a minute of staring at each other, I started to stand up, ready to approach him, when the train started, and I fell over, but instead of hitting the ground, I fell on the mystery boy. we tumbled to the side, and he wrapped his arms around me, enough to where I wasn't going to hit my head, but it wasn't a hug. it was weirdly comforting. when the cart had stopped shaking, we stared at each other for a minute, locking eyes, but I eventually looked away, not wanting it to be awkward. he helped me stand up, and I we sat a few inches apart instead of right on top of each other. "Nice to meet you" he said, pulling out his hand for me to shake it "I'm Mizzen, what's your name?" his name was Mizzen, and I had a feeling we were going to be good friends. hopefully, yet unhopefully more.

editor's note; ahh! this literally took 4 hours and its only 1,273 words!!! I hope you enjoyed it, and I'll make more chapters tomorrow!