Chapter 2, of the story, please enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own any of the Hunger Games, sorry.
After Aragon left, no one came to visit me.
I could still small his comforting slightly musky scent that lingered on my cloths. Now I shut my eyes and pretended like I was there, instead of this prison. Actually, I was in a well-furnished room, sitting on a couch and holding onto a necklace I'd worn every day of my life. A simple bronze chain that to me felt like an extension of my neck with a small locket that held a picture of me and my brother. Aragon always told me that I should have a picture of mom and dad inside, but I don't. We didn't have either anymore, really.
Ever since dad died, something in our family died too. Mom never made food anymore; it was up to me now. She barley even talked, really. I saw here up on stage, but she had a faraway look in her eyes, like she just thought it was television, and I wasn't even her real daughter. Just another character, unreal and unfeeling.
A man came in then, his brown hair short and cropped towards his skull, he sat down next to me but I didn't speak. I just kept staring off into the distance. He gave me a small smile I saw out of the peripheral vision of my eye, and I saw him slide me something, a small slip of paper, then he walked out just like that.
After a few seconds I grabbed the slip of paper, curiosity always bringing out the better of me, and read it over twice before a small smile came to my lips. It was a list of this year's tributes, and I was surprised to see it in my hands. Knowing that if I was caught with it, I wouldn't be the only one to suffer, I ripped it up into tiny pieces and stuffed them into the cushions of the couch, I already had everyone's names committed to memory.
. . .
"I'm so proud of you," Mother tells me, giving me a big hug. I knew she would say that, I always knew. "You saw your chance and took it, just like I taught you."
I look up into her blue eyes, stoking like mine, and as deadly as a snake. She taught me to be like that, and that's exactly what I'll do. Be deadly, be fierce and win.
"You're going to win, aren't you?" Sierra asked me, staring up into my eyes so like our mother's. She wasn't as bad as her yet, and if I won, maybe she wouldn't be. She was much nicer then I was, maybe that could have been her weapon in the Games, but this year was mine.
"You know it," I told her with a smile.
. . .
"You can't do this!" Lucy screamed, sobbing into my broad chest. Her blonde curls sprayed around her head and were sticking to me, salty with her tears. "Please, please don't go."
"I have to, Luce." I told her carefully, patting her back and biting my lip slightly. I hated to see her cry, but I knew if I let some of the tears shed, she'd just cry harder. This was going to be, the worst on her.
I looked next to me where Hope sat, her ears dropping down close to her skull. Ever since I'd met her when I was a kid, I knew we were going to be best friends. A kid and his dog, only death could separate them. But it would be my death to separate us, not hers.
"You take care of her, okay?" I commanded, and she whined uneasily.
A man came to the door then, a peacekeeper, and then they were leaving, each wiping their eyes. Mika was last to leave, she was Haloti's wife, with blonde curls like Lucy's and soft green eyes. She walked over to me, and wrapped me in a tight embrace whispering two words to me before she was escorted out, dragging my German Shepard with her.
She'd told me thank you.
. . .
"We're so sorry," My father told me, but his words fell on deaf ears. I knew they'd wanted me to get reaped more than anything, so then I wouldn't have had to volunteer. I'd trained for the past few years to hunt, fight and kill, and this year we were more than desperate. "Your mother and I…we wish we could help you so much."
I nodded. Mother wasn't here. I hadn't expected her to be anyway, because whenever I'd look at her, I wouldn't be able to stop the accusation in my eyes. It was her fault I was here. It was her fault that my father and mother had decided that if I didn't go inside this year something would happen, something horrible.
"I'm so sorry, Lyra." Dad said, and he pulled me into a big hug that I didn't get out of for a long time. And when I did, I realized that this might be the last time I saw my family, any of my family. And I ways dad last, instead of my mother.
"You know what to do," He told me seriously, and tears s[pilled out of his eyes. "Find the Career pack, join them, they'll help you. But when the time is right, you need to leave, you run. Only you'll know when." A peace keeper appeared behind dad.
. . .
Summer ran into the room before I could even sit down. She didn't even say anything, she just held me close and we both let our tears fall freely.
"I'm so sorry," She whispered, and I pulled back to look at her questionably.
"You shouldn't have done that, Autumn." She told me, wiping away a tear. "You should shave just let me go."
"Why?" I whispered faintly. "You're my best friend."
"You'll get killed out there!" Summer practically screamed, and then covered her mouth. We were both silent for a long time before she finally regained the courage to talk to me again. "You know it's true, Autumn. I've seen those Career packs. They're vicious."
"I know, Summer." I knew better then anyone. "I know. But maybe…"
"Maybe what?" Summer said faintly. "Autumn, please. There has to be something you can do, anything1 Tell them I want to go, please!"
"You know I can't." I whispered, and I gave her a hard look. "I can learn, alright? You know I've got good aim, maybe I can learn to shoot an arrow or throwing knives or…"
"You don't have enough time!" Summer cried, taking a deep breath. "Autumn, I'm sorry. But there is just no way."
"Is that why you came here, then?" I snapped. "To tell me goodbye, because you know I'm just going to die anyway?"
Summer looked down, and didn't say anything but the silence was all I needed. I'd lost her, and I knew somewhere deep down she wasn't the only one who'd thought I was just going to die.
As always I love every bit of this story. Your characters are awesome, and as I built up their stories, I just can't wait to see them go head to head. Am I as bad as the Capital? Hope not…please review!