AU Preferences (5SOS)

•Hunger Games•

Calum:

The reaping was the scariest time of year. All of district 8 gathered in the square. Your district escort, Escort, was overly happy as usual

The video they made you watch every year, droned on and on. You couldn't help but look over at Calum, who stood over in the boy section.

'Hi' he mouthed to you.

'Hi' you mouthed back.

The video ended causing the district to applaud quietly

"What a wonderful video. Ladies first." Escort smiles. Moving his hand back and forth in the bowl before plunging it into the bowl and he pulled out a name. "Y/N Y/L/N! Don't be shy dear, come on up!" he smiles sickly.

You make you way to the stage and stand beside Escort.

"Boys now!" And Escort chooses the boy name quick than the girls. "Calum Hood!"

He quickly approached the stage, looking you in the eyes.

Michael:

The normally happy looking train station platform of district 4, had a cold lonely feeling to it today. The train pulled away and you couldn't stop staring at the district you'd probably never see again.

You fellow tribute, Michael Clifford, a boy a year older than you got up and began roaming the train.

"Where's the dining hall?" He asks, aimlessly wandering.

"Why should I know? Don't you even care that we're being taken away from our homes and we might never return?" You ask throwing your arms in the air.

"Not really. The capital can't control me. I'll get killed before I have to kill someone else. It's just a sick game for entertainment." He says rolling his eyes and walking away.

"Oh! I'm so glad I found you two! We were both a little worried. Its time for lunch!" You district escort, Handling, followed by your mentor, Alistar.

You and Michael just nod and follow. Lunch was divine, but nothing could get rid of the pit in your stomach.

Ashton:

The Training Room was huge and different.

There was a different station every few feet. Several tributes were standing around what seemed to be a rope fit course. A

curly haired boy was flying through it. You rolled your eyes and walked over to the non-occupied knife throwing station.

You pulled out a bunch of different knives. Throwing them at each moving target. You momentarily forgot where you were, it had been the forest at home where you thought you were, birds and deer dashing around each one falling to the ground as your knife pierces through them.

When you return to reality, you realize that all 23 of your fellow tributes are applauding you. Each one with a different facial expression.

The curly haired boy that was climbing the ropes earlier pushes through the crowd.

"You, me, allies." He says confidently.

"Sure." You reply.

Luke:

You were crouched under a bush. The lightning in the arena had taken out half the tributes. Your bow and arrow was ready to pierce through anyone who got near you.

Your ally Luke had run to search for more weapons.

"Y/N! Can't hide forever. Show me that pretty little face, so I can destroy it." Mentow, from district 3 shouts.

You skin lower into the bushes. His feet approach. You draw back your arrow ready to shoot.

"Your lover boy's dead. Sunglass got him." Mentow cackles. You shoot, and he falls to the ground. You stand slowly and point an arrow at his heart. You turn your head away and shoot.

Two canons goes off in the distance.

"Y/N! Y/N!" Luke calls out. You run towards his voice. He pulls you into his arms. "Sunglass said you were dead. I killed her before I came to find you."

"Mentow said Sunglass killed you. I was terrified. I killed him also." You say, pulling Luke's face to yours before pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.