Author's note: This is based off the tributes of the 70th games, the ones who didn't make it. The will be one chapter for each of the twenty-three tributes who died, in order of which they died, telling their story, because everyone has a tale to tell. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: The views the Charles family does not reflect my own. Please no homophobes or haters.

In the Arms of the Angels

Spend all your time waiting
for that second chance
for a break that would make it okay
there's always some reason
to feel not good enough
and it's hard at the end of the day

- "Angel" Sarah McLachlan

Chapter 1: The One Who Wanted Love

Name: Levi Charles

Age: 16

District: 8

Fate: First bloodbath victim

Three-year-old Levi sits crisscross-applesauce – as they say at daycare – on his bed, walking an old raggedy doll across the covers. While his older brother enjoys playing with his train set and tormenting bugs outside, Levi prefers to play "dollies". He has to be careful though; for some reason, his family doesn't like the dollies, so Levi can only play with them when they aren't around.

Suddenly, the door flies open and his mother, Susanna, walks in. "Aren't you up yet? You – Levi! No!"

Startled, Levi glances up at her, and she snatches away his doll. Not being able to stop himself, he begins to cry.

Susanna takes her son's head firmly in her hand near his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Stop that!" She snaps. "You'd think I was abusing you! I'm doing you a favor!" But poor Levi just doesn't understand. He only wants his parents to love him.


Two twelve-year-old boys sit together at a lunch table, all the other seats vacant. At the table behind them, the more popular boys their age chatter noisily.

"Have you seen Lauren McKinney?" one of them asks. "I think she hit puberty over the summer! She's hot!"

Eric, Levi's best – and only – friend sighs. "Wouldn't it be great if a popular girl like Lauren liked one of us?"

"Yeah…" Levi says, but really he doesn't think so at all. A few weeks later, he decides to tell Eric how he truly feels as the two of them walk home from school together.

"Eric, I… I have something to tell you." Levi begins.

"What is it?"

"I… I have feelings for you. Not just friendship feelings, but… romantic feelings, like the kind most guys our age have towards girls."

"You mean…" Eric can't even finish his sentence.

Levi nods, knowing what his best friend is trying to say.

"You're… you're a freak!" Eric shouts, and runs away from Levi as fast as he can. He doesn't speak to Levi anymore, but a few days later when Levi returns home from school, his parents are furious.

"How dare you disgrace this family!" His father, Herman, bellows.

His older brother, Lucifer, smirks. "Someone's in trouble." He says, while seven-year-old Marie's eyes grow wide with fear.

For the next half an hour, Levi listens to his parents explain why homosexuality is "evil" and "unnatural" and why the only reason they aren't kicking him out is because they have a reputation to worry about. As Levi goes upstairs to his room, he hears his parents tell Marie, the one family member he loves with all his heart that he has "evil ideas stuck in his head" and isn't to be interacted with. This breaks Levi's heart, because all he wants is to be loved.


When Levi is reaped for the Hunger Games at age sixteen, he approached the stage with an indifferent expression on his face. His district partner, Ester, a sweet fourteen-year old with red hair, is trying to look brave, but Levi doesn't care whatsoever, which is why he skips training on the second day. Ester scolds him for ditching, because she still believes in him, but again, Levi doesn't care.

As soon as the games begin, Levi runs out to the center and just stands there. He has lost all will to live. Why should he want to go on? No one cares about him, not even his own family. So he just stands there.

"Levi! Move!" Ester screams, but it is too late. As he turns his head to look at her, the boy from district one's axe lodges in his heart.

All he wanted was to be loved. He didn't even get that.

Author's Note: That was a depressing first chapter. They won't be all like that, I promise.

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