The Last Hunger Games

1. Clary

Clary awoke to the sun pouring in to her room. She could smell pancakes cooking, Jocelyn must be awake. Of course she would, it's reaping day. She got up, washed and put on her training gear. District 2 will kill anyone not wearing black as it is a sign of disrespect. She headed downstairs and kissed her mother on the cheek. The warm buttery pancakes slid down her throat but instead of feeling comfort, she felt dread.

Clary grabbed two seraph blades and headed outside. The sky was a dull grey but it was rarely anything else these days. She queued up with the rest of the girls aged 12 to 18 and looked to her right. She could see Jace Herondale, her boyfriend with a troubled look on his face. She knew he was worried about Alec, his parabatai, as he always was on Reaping Day. She also knew that he fretted over her and her safety more than anything.

At last the line of girls became smaller and Clary followed through and wrote her name on the registry document and she gave a blood sample. She then took her place among the other girls, looked over her shoulder and spotted a golden head in the crowd. Jace. He looked over at her and ducked his head as if to say " Are you alright?", She nodded her head in reply but deep down she knew the answer, she was anything but fine.

Hodge Starkweather climbed onto he stage and began his speech. " Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the District 2 Reaping for the 99th Hunger Games. Now for the real excitement!" he said with fake enthusiasm. Clary looked over at Jace and mouthed " Happy Hunger Games", he grinned back at her and mouthed back " And may the odds be ever in your favour".

"And now for the girls." Hodge said. Clary's hands started to shake but she just wiped them onto her trousers. Hodge walked over to the Mortal Cup and picked out a piece of paper with the fateful name. He then read it out loud and clear.

"Clarissa Fairchild"

Clary stood frozen to the spot, shaking like mad. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears and her throat closed. Her breath came in short rasps. Clary could hear Maia, who stood next to her, gasp with shock, and hear Jocelyn sob into Luke's chest. She didn't look at Jace but she didn't need to. His face was turning from red to purple to green. Shock and anger crossed his face until he became oddly calm and determined.

Clary stepped out of the aisle and was escorted by the peacekeepers up to the platform and then turned to hear someone of something push out of the crowd. She was shoved toward the stage where she faced the commotion that was occurring which confirmed her suspicions. Jace, red-faced and golden haired was pushing through the crowd and then stopping before shouting in a loud clear voice.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

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