Llorumi Oneshots

The Hunger Games {P1}

From the Treaty of the Treason:

In penance for their uprising,
each district shall offer up
a male and female between the ages of
12 and 18 at a public "Reaping."

These Tributes shall be delivered
to the custody of The Capitol.

And then transferred to a public arena
where they will Fight to the Death,
until a lone victor remains.

Henceforth and forevermore
this pageant shall be known as
The Hunger Games.

~~~

"i think it's our tradition," the man told his answer to the man next to him, live to the whole of Panem.

"It comes out of, uh, a particularly painful part of our history." the man continued.

The man next to him had blue hair and a blue glittery suit "Yes." the man agreed with him.

"But, it's been the way we've been able to heal." the man with black hair said, wearing a black suit with a red button up underneath and a red tie.

"It was, uh, a reminder of the Rebellion, the price the districts had to pay." The man said.

"But I think it has grown from that, I think it's, uh," the man trailed off, not knowing how to describe it for a moment.

The man next to him hummed for him to continue "mhm."

"it's something that knits us all together." the man finished, lacing his fingers together.

The crowd that was there started clapping, clearly agreeing with the man.

"This is your third year as Gamemaker." the man stated "What defines your personal signature?" the blue haired man asked.

The man opened his mouth to respond.

~~~

In the early morning in district 12, a twelve year old girl screamed loudly 'No' as she woke up from a nightmare.

Said nightmare was about The Hunger Games, as she had recently turned twelve and would perhaps have to participate in the Games.

The older sister immediately rushed to her side, engulfing her in a hug.

"Shh, Shh." she hushed "It's okay, it's okay." she said softly "It was just a dream." the older girl comforted.

The younger girl in her arms panted a little, calming down from her nightmare.

"You were just dreaming." she continued to comfort her, stroking the back of her head as she cradled her.

"It was me.." the little girl brought out, her eyes closed while she rested her head against her sisters chest.

"I know.." she kept her hand on her sister's head "I know, but it's not," she said, her voice still soft.

"It's your first year, Vania, your name hasn't even been in there once, they're not gonna pick you." she told Vania.

"Shh, try to go to sleep." she urged "I can't.." Vania responded, the nightmare still lingering in her mind.