One Fire: A One Direction Fan Fiction

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   Those were the last words Simon said to me before I was shooed away back to my room. I remembered the last time I was on the train. Before I’d fallen asleep, the last thing Simon had said to Taylor and I had been as blunt and terrifying as what he’d said this time.

   Trying to forget about how my mistaken rebellion would haunt me for the rest of my life, I stripped off my clothing, just leaving it on the floor, and climbed into bed. It seems I’ve only closed my eyes when I hear a tapping on my door and Katy speaking of a “big, exciting day” ahead of us. I slip on a simple outfit which lays atop the dresser and enter into the dining car, where only Katy is. It’s weird not to have Taylor in here with me to make sure there wasn’t an awkward silence, but she was dead now.

   I have a few minutes to eat and I’m soon back in the hands of my prep team, who reshape me again for our first stop on the Victory Tour in District Eleven. I was glad it was somewhere peaceful first where I wasn’t responsible for the deaths of any of their tributes. The only contact I’d had with either of them was maybe the subtle touch of our skin when Taylor and I had been forced to sit alongside them awaiting our turns for whatever was planned out for the day.

     When I’m finished being remade, there’s some downtime before we reach District Eleven, so I’m allowed to see the other four blazing boys, who are ready after their makeovers. We make our way to the back car where couches and chairs are positioned to look out large windows. The forest I’m so familiar with has disappeared and was replaced with open grassy fields. Soon enough, a portion of it is surrounded by a thirty foot high fence with watch towers stationed randomly, making the not-so-electric fence around Twelve seem like a toy.

   The crops begin soon enough; wide expanses of land set aside with either plowed land with growing vegetation, or orchards. Many people, ranging from children probably as young as five all the way to elderly men and women, were working to harvest. They weren’t dressed the way we had in Twelve and, instead dressed in short, light garments, like what we wore in summer. I began to wonder exactly how far south District Eleven really was from my own.

   Then, Katy comes to collect me first to get dressed for the first leg of the Victory Tour. I know the remainder of the blazing boys were gathered after me. I was taken back to my room where Caroline and my prep team were waiting for me, and where they dressed me in a white shirt, black blazer with interesting dark red patterns, pressed dark trousers and a grey bowtie with white dots.

   I’m then led back to the dining car I’d eaten in, where I’m joined by the four other blazing boys. For once since we’d won the games, our outfits weren’t matching in style, but the colours all contrasted nicely.

   Zayn was in a blazer a bit like mine, which was dark grey and made from tweed. His shirt was white like mine, and his pants black. His hair was in its typical quiff.

   Niall had been dressed in a long, dark, pale blue shirt with a light grey button down sweater over it and navy trousers.

   Liam was in a navy shirt with a dark grey vest over it, and light brown pants made up his bottom.

   And Louis was in red pants with black and white striped suspenders holding them up. A white shirt showed underneath dark grey one.

   The train stopped as we were positioned to enter the station and the awaiting cameras ready to cover the first stop on our tour. The celebrations ranged in the districts to either a parade, to just a viewing of the tributes. But in the victor’s home district, the last stop on the tour, there was a large party. This year, five were scheduled – in One, Two, Three, Four and Twelve.

   In Eleven, our celebration would be held in the square in front of their Justice Building. It would be only a viewing, because of the huge district and its large population.

  The doors are preparing to open and I take in a breath. I hear the others do the same. In front of my face, the doors split and give us a glimpse of the bright lights flashing from cameras, welcoming us to our first stop on the Victory Tour; the reunion for the five blazing boys.