A/N: hey guys, welcome to my first ever posted story!! Thanks for clicking on it, hopefully you won't regret it!
Update July 1st 2020:
THIS IS NOW UNDER EDITING
I've been wanting to do this for a long time, and here it is. I first wrote this story when I was thirteen: there are passages of bad writing, plot holes, bits that when I read them back just made me cringe. So as of today, I'm going to be editing it chapter by chapter. If you're new here, welcome, and if you're re-reading, don't worry! It will be the exact same story, only better written. I hope you guys don't mind, and still love it when I'm finished :)
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MARVEL POV
Glimmer was chosen.
How could they pick her, of all the people whose lives they could have ruined? I almost feel like laughing, it's that awful.
I've trained for these Games my whole life. Even my early memories are filled with the dark grey of the Training Centre, swords and strength and survival. My parents used to wake me up at 6 every morning from the age of ten, and I'd shiver on my way to get shouted at by the burly men and women who run the program. In more recent years I became built to withstand the cold of District One, not just physically. The thought of it never entered my mind. My whole life, my whole person, built around this single moment.
But Glimmer's here. She just had to be reaped in with me, just to make everything harder than it already would be. It's not like I'd struggle in these Games, come on. Not after all this. But being with Glimmer feels like the universe added a sack of potatoes onto my already full shoulders.
I roll over in the unfamiliar bed that I was trying to get some sleep in, on the train on the way to the Capitol. The journey won't take too long, maybe 4 or 5 hours as we're the closet District. Even so, that small amount of time feels like a lifetime sat next to her. I should be watching the Reapings right now, but that seems like a terrible idea. I don't care who gets chosen anyway. All that the Reapings are is a lot of crying and scared looking children wandering into the bright lights of Capitol fame.
Once we arrive, we have to wait an entire day, hanging around in the Capitol until everyone gets here. 12 haven't even had their reaping yet. They really are a joke of a District. I don't know why they bother entering. They never win.
My parents were balling their eyes out when they said goodbye. Jeez. It's not like I'm going to die. I didn't train my whole life for it to end.
But in the back of my mind she's still there. One of us will die and it probably isn't going to be me. I roll back over again with my eyes wide open and stare at my reflection shining in the interior wall.
CATO POV
The girl sitting opposite me is a messed up girl.
I won't go into the details as I don't know for sure, but she's had some bad stuff happen to her. Or maybe not; it's just rumours. If they're true, I have to award her a small portion of respect for getting through a lifetime of shit and then making it worse by volunteering for the Hunger Games. She's brave. Or perhaps stupid?
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Fanfiction"The thing is, I didn't expect to be like this," he says. The sunlight bounces off his golden hair, and it seems as if it's glowing. "Didn't expect what?" He smiles coyly, and all at once he seems more sure of himself than ever before. "I went wro...
