*Thor Quartz's P.O.V.*
"Thor, honey, aren't you exited?" Ma squeals and I step down the carpeted stairs of our mansion. I'm crisp and clean for today's reaping: A pale purple silk shirt tucked in to my brand-new dress pants. I fake a smile at her (which is probably more a grimace) and look at my Pop. My parents are both high-ranking people in District 2's social class; Ma's a trainer and Pop's the head peacekeeper. He gets special priveliges, like getting married and having children.
"Uh, sure, Ma," I stutter. Ma smiles at me and strokes my face tenderly. I know she's trying to make me guilty about how I feel about the Games.
"Son, aren't you going to volunteer today?" Pop questions. I at him defiantly.
"Isn't that something that eighteen-year-olds do?" I snap. My father smirks at me and rolls his green eyes.
"Yes, but you're just as good as them! So, I want you to volunteer," he growls impatiently. I gulp and nod. I don't think my parents truly know how much I hate the Hunger Games. I'm not the killing type.
"Okay, Pop," I manage to utter before I follow my parents, sauntering out behind them out of our home.
*Ellie Scott's P.O.V*
I brush my long, golden hair out of my eyes with my fingertips as I head over to the eighteen-year-old section of the square. I look down at my feet nervously as Pitrii Merades takes the stage. Pitrii's hair is dyed green and he has tattooes covering his body.
"Hello District 2! Can you keep a secret?" Pitrii chirps, winking at the crowd. No response. He gulps and continues, still peppy, "Well, the Captiol wants a no-volunteer year from 2! That's right, no volunteers!" I hear the essential groaning and yelling from most of the eighteen-year-olds. Some guy lets out a string of swear words. I hope Mama and Daddy are covering Alicia and Felicity's ears.
Pitrii raises his arms to regain control of the crowd. "Well, let's start with our boys today! Yes, it's way different today!" His massive, tattoo-covered hand swirls around in the bowl and draws out a simple, clean piece of paper. "Thor Quartz!"
A handsome, tall boy steps out of the sixteen-year-olds. I hear someone cheering madly for him in the distance; his parents? Oh, yeah, his dad is the Head.
"And now for our ladies!" Pitrii cries. One slip of paper comes out of the girl's bowl. My heart is pounding. "Ellie Scott!"
I'm dead.
~*~
"Ewwie! Pwease don't go!" My six-year-old sister, Felicity, sobs. Alicia, her twin, clings to my lace dress. Mama and Daddy are hugging me tight.
"I'll be fine," I whisper, tears pouring down my face. I see Thor talking to his excited parents, looking unhappy. Huh. I'd think he would want to be here.
"I love you guys," I say before I'm taken away to the train.
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Fatal Reality: The 800th Hunger Games
FanfictionWhat if Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark were victors from different games and then fell in love, no Capitol-Defying done. Well, the Hunger Games would still be on! In the 800th Hunger Games, the Quarter Quell ticket is that the games...will be n...
