So here it is, the first actual chapter! :) I want to get to the arena as soon as possible so I try to make the pre-game chapters short and sweet.
The Reapings are just each victor/tribute and their thoughts when they hear their name. Enjoy!
"Ladies first, Cashmere Beacon!"
I'm going to be even more famous now. The chance to participate in two Hunger Games, and more importantly, WIN two Hunger Games is incredible. No one in the crowd dares to volunteer for me, they've all seen what I can do and I'm sure they know I have no problem taking out any competition this early.
"Gloss Beacon!"What's happening? I can't go in with my sister. I stand still, waiting for a volunteer but the cheering only gets louder. It finally clicks. No one wants to volunteer because this is the most exciting match-up in the history of the games. We are the only pair of siblings, the only related victors, and they are sending us back in. But blood is thicker than water, and I won't let her die.
"Enobaria Vice!"Lucky me. This will be easy breezy. I've studied all the living Victors. A few from the outer districts may be a danger - the witty ones, the intelligent ones. But as for physical capability, no one can outmatch me, not even my dear District Two victors. The old Careers? Washed out. I stand on the stage with my head held high and bare my famous smile for the cameras. Say cheese.
"Stone -"Not that old fool! I shove the 60-something year old man out of the way and clamber onto the stage besides Enobaria, looking lazily at me with a hint of evil and amusement in her eyes. Everyone has long forgotten about me. Moved onto more 'glamorous, exciting' victors like Enobaria, Finnick Odair, and Johanna Mason. I did what they wanted though, didn't I? I killed, and I will kill again.
There has to be a reason they picked me. This couldn't have even been the actual Quarter Quell. It's made up, all of it has been made up! There is a reason why each Victor was selected, and when I figure it out, and I will, I will emerge victorious once again.
"Beetee Drigs!"The first person I look at is Wiress when my name is called. We don't talk, but her gentle eyes and my determined ones have long been able to communicate silent messages. We have been the best of companions ever since I mentored her to victory. The Capitol knows this. I have no doubt they are pairing Victors by level of how lucrative they will be together. They want to tear apart the bonds between district partners, and everyone knows to kill or harm your district partner is unspeakable in the arena. Who else? The siblings from One? Finnick and his insane lover from Four?
"Annie Cresta!"No. Oh, no, no, no. No.Anyone but that poor, sweet girl. I was hoping to be called. I am nearing the end of my time, and I would have died a peaceful death in that arena willingly. The mad girl stumbles on stage, crazy eyes looking everywhere and landing on Finnick's. Scared, confused, and hopeless. I'm at the front of the roped area for female District Four victors. I catch the eye of our escort and slowly hobble forwards. The escort is kind of enough to assist me up the stairs and hand me a microphone; she knows what is going to happen. "I volunteer."
"Finnick Odair!"I'm just recovering from the shock of Annie being called, Mags replacing her, and now my name. I...I would have been sent to die with Annie. I would die for Annie, and now it seems I may die for Mags. I want to live, and I want to come back to Annie, but Mags can't be on my conscience. She mentored me, and if it weren't for her charm, and her intelligence in fooling the Capitol people, I never would have received my trident in the arena. I owe Mags my life.
"Cassee Tamers!"What?! I can't...I can't do this again. I thought I escaped the arena six years ago. They can't be sending me back. For what? I've flown under the radar, I've caused them no trouble. Please...no...let go of me! The Peacekeepers drag me to the stage and I have an eerie sense of deja vu. A scared young girl, and I'm really no braver than I was during the 69th Hunger Games. This time I might not be so lucky.
"Art Reid!"I walk up the stage and gingerly take Cassee's hand. She's terrified, and I have a sinking feeling that if Five wins this year, it will be her coming back in a coffin. She hasn't been able to mentor and I've been doing my best to hide from the Capitol that I have been mentoring both our tributes the last few years. She breaks down into inconsolable tears at the young girls who remind her of herself. And to tell the truth, I'm not much stronger. That's why I could never kill face to face. How will I stand my ground against tributes who have quite literally, fought tooth and nail to be the last ones standing?
"Leen Rettyon!"I've practiced for this. I put on my brave face and walk up to the stage. I knew if I was to be picked for the Quell, I would have to show the Capitol the scheming girl who won almost 30 years ago. My body has taken the toll of the stress and guilt, and my face has aged, but I do my best to look proud and determined. I'm smart, and I can win, but I don't know what I will do now. I killed tributes, I poisoned them. I need to be able to do it again. I am not a killer, but I am a survivor.
"Jules Pike!"Interesting competition. Leen also has a hand with poisons. I give her a knowing look, in front of the cameras for all of Panem to see. She knows what I mean and she smirks back. The other tributes better watch their backs.
Huh. Well, now what? No point in acting like the scared little girl from three years ago. I stride up to the stage with swift, confident steps. I'm young, strong, and fast. I can win this again. I look stoically into the cameras, like I don't care at all. And I really don't.
"Blight Jontri!"I look absolutely comical next to Johanna. Me, a hulking grown man standing 6'5 and almost 300 pounds. She is more than a foot shorter than me and probably barely breaks 120 pounds. I won my Games because of my strength, because luckily they only had maces in that arena. I'm not smart, and I know it. That arena I was in, it was made for me, because I was a Capitol favorite. I need to be able to turn on that charm again because without it, I'm as good as dead.
The first thing I comprehend is my babies, rushing to me, holding me with all the conviction in the world that if they hold on tight enough, I won't have to go. We only have one other female victor in District Eight, a social recluse who has refused to mentor and she is so dreadfully insane that the Capitol does not even want her in the limelight anymore. I was hoping to make this Quell more 'exciting' they might pick her, but it seems they are intent on ignoring her existence altogether. I'm so afraid but I stay strong in front of my children. I have no real fighting skills, no survival skills. But I'm a mother, and a damn good one at that. I'm coming home for my babies.
"Woof Gartner!"I know what they think of me. They want me to make a fool of myself in the arena again. They don't think I know better than anyone that I did not deserve to win? Hell I would have traded places with one of those damned Careers. When I went into that arena I lost hope. I wanted to die, and for some reason I didn't. After decades of reflection I still don't know the reason I'm alive but I've made damn sure to live my life. And live I will; I'll show them.
"Leah Valery!"I am much too old to do this again. I have children and grand babies. I won my Games because I could run, jump, and climb. I'm too old to fight and I'm too old to flee. I will die in this arena, but I will die with dignity. I will leave my family someone they can be proud of. Whoever my district partner is, I'll defend him to my death. Six can't lose two more tributes this year.
"Seth Mares!"Not even at my 30th birthday and I will be in two games to the death! Haha. Not really. I try not to think about my Games, hell I was barely a teenager when I won them. It's a blur of blood and bones. I didn't know what was doing on, I only understand that to get out I had to do it. I had to kill other children so that I could survive, and I didn't think anything of it. I just wanted to go home, like everyone else. Over the last 14 years I have come to understood what I did, and I still can't face myself. But I need to get it together soon, because I want to go home.
My eyes widen as a Peacekeeper shoves me towards the stage. They serious aren't they? Two years later, and I'm back in?! I try to keep a neutral expression as the wheels turn in my head. Besides Twelve, I'll be the second youngest competitor. Is this an advantage? I remember the arena better and my body has not aged. I'm still physically capable, and mentally capable. The horrors of my arena haven't had as much time to eat away at me. My mind is racing, I know they won't let me win in the same manner I did before. It's too fresh, and too predictable. Think Macey, think.
"Jerard Sky!"I grimace on stage, not knowing what to think. The first time around, it was easy to pretend that I was just hunting. I had to kill all the dangers around me before I could safely leave, and it was so easy to see the arena like that. One dead, two dead, three dead, and on and on and on. I killed them at long distances so the reality of my actions never hit me until the victory recap. And now I know I'm not hunting animals, I'm not even hunting tributes. I'm hunting people exactly like me, who know what I've been through and understand me. It'll be like, killing myself almost.
Deep breaths woman, deep breaths. In and out, in and out. Count to ten. I can't stop my face from contorting, it is now evident to Panem that I am holding the tears back. I won by some miracle, and I have been cursed with the deaths of all the young women who have died because I really had nothing to offer them. I couldn't mentor anyone on fighting strategy, on how to get themselves out of the arena. Because I don't have any of the answers, and to this day I question what power saved me through that torturous two weeks. Maybe this is my karma, what I deserve. For all the souls I failed, I will now too perish.
"Chaff Levest!"I'm rare for an outlying district, I know that. I didn't want to enter the Hunger Games, but once I was win, it made no difference. I can admit I have always been violent, always been the antagonist. And in a way, the arena was an outlet for that. It's different now though. I've aged, and I likely can't stand my ground against the younger, stronger victors. But in the end, I'm a fighter, not a lover.
"Katniss Everdeen!"I am resolved, and I am brave. I keep my head held high and stand next to Effie Trinket for the second time. I know Snow has waged some kind of vendetta against me and I don't doubt some Gamemaker's tricks have been designed to eliminate me. They know I know, but I will now show fear.
I announce my name into the microphone shortly after Haymitch is called, he doesn't even bother to step up. I try to have as much conviction as Katniss but I don't. The truth is, I'm terrified of dying. I thought I was going to when I was lying helpless after Cato cut me. I only survived because of her, but now I have to make sure she survives because of me.
How was it guys?! I'm sorry if their POVs may have started to sound repetitive, it was exhausting trying to basically think of 24 different personalities. That's why I'm keeping a close eye to who are your favorites - I'll probably develop those characters more