100th Hunger Games

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2: DISRTICT 2

Tura Hall rose from her bed early on a Sunday morning. The morning of the reaping that is. Last night, she and her siblings had watched with fascination of the new Quarter Quell rules. Her youngest sister, Meeta, was sick with some form of a cancer, and her youngest brother wasn't nearly 12 yet. If anyone in her family was going into the arena for the Quell, it would be her 16 year old herself and her 14 year old brother Kiloton. Kil was very harsh on anyone and Tura knew if he wanted to, he could win the games. But, Tura also knew, if Kil won, he would abandon the family and let his sister die. Tura couldn't let her ignorant self centered brother do that Meeta. Meeta had been Tura's vent outlet from the day she could talk. Meeta had been there for Tura, and Tura needed to return the favor. She hoped, for this reason and for Meeta's sake, that she wasn't drawn at the reaping, that she wouldn't be forced to choose her only eligible brother, Kiloton.

But, as usual, Tura was wrong. "Meeta V. Hall!" Kiki Franks shouted. Her bright yellow hair and bouncy green skirt bobbed as she clapped her hands wildly. As the escort for District 2 tributes, Kiki came from the Capital, where yellow hair and bobbing green skirts weren't only accepted, but welcomed. Tura's idea of a fancy outfit was a brand new sparkly gold lab coat. She had been apprenticing her father at his hospital for quite some time now; she started at 14, and was becoming very skilled.

Tura knew she would need to take her sister's place, so she jumped up and raised her hand high into the air. The mayor looked at her and sighed, this wasn't nearly the right time or place for volunteering, but Tura didn't know when the right time and place was. "Okay, your name?" Kiki asked brightly, her bright blue and purple lips faltering.

"Tura. Meeta's older sister." Tura repeated into the microphone. It was an honor to be chosen for the games coming from her district, but, she strangely felt no emotion what so ever. She knew she would be up against tough competition. Of course she and her brother would team up with Districts 1 and 4, maybe kids from other parts of Panem, too. But, in the end, the final two, if she was there, it would have to be her that would kill off the last person. Only she stood in the way of the other tribute returning home safely.

"And Miss. Tura, who is your brother?" Kiki asked, frazzled by the previous scenes.

"Kiloton is my younger brother." Tura spoke into the glittzed up microphone.

"Wonderful!" Kiki clapped and soon the audience of smiling faces joined in with her as Kil stepped onto the stage. Two peacekeepers made their way towards the brother and sister duo and led them to the justice building.

"Oh! Tura! I know you'll do just fine! Stick together with your brother, that way, if he's hurt, you can heal him up. And make sure one- if not both- of you come home. I know you can do it." Tura's mother wished her luck before the man guarding the door ushered her out.

"Meeta!" Tura ran up and hugged her youngest sister close.

"Tura. Win, for me, okay?" Meeta was being dragged out of the justice building.

"Yes! I'll do it! I'll win for you!" Tura screamed as she sat back down in the plush, lemon chair in the justice building's common room.

While Tura wept, her brother was sleeping. They had been taken to the train for the short ride it would take to get to the Capitol. Tura knew she had to win. She had to win for her sister. Even if it meant killing her brother. Maybe it would be easier to kill him last. Or at the Cornucopia. Yes, Tura would kill her brother at the Cornucopia, but how? Would it be an accident? Or on purpose? Or a simple miss throw of her knife? Yes, a simple miss throw of her knife.