Everyone in this fic is one year older than in the book "Angel"

Fang: 16

Max: 16

Iggy: 16

Dylan: 16

Nudge: 13

Gazzy: 10

Angel: 8

Read! This is my 7th fic. In less than one month. :)

Disclaimer: I do not own MR or HG by any means possible. If I did, I would have had "Evermore" out on Febuary 14. (WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN OUT, JAMES!)

Chap One: The Reaping

How did we end up here, again? Oh, yeah. Jeb Batchelder and his team of stupid, hot-headed, white coats. Do they even know what their doing? So anyway, they put Angel and Gazzy in District One, Nudge and Iggy in District Two, Dylan in District Eleven, and Fang and I in District Twelve. Poorest district for the lovers that won't cooperate, right? (Not that any of us do it.)

They put us in Panem for being 'insolent, rude, winged brat' beasts. All we did was put up a fight in the School. Don't know what the school is? It's a horrible death trap. Torture chamber if you may... but you may be wondering what we're doing here anyway. Well... this is they're latest scheme to try and "exterminate" us. Good luck with that. We have to stay here until the reaping takes EVERY SINGLE ONE OF US. If it doesn't then, we stay here forever... or until they take us back to the prison yard.

So anyway, it's the day of the reaping, and here's Fang and I praying the Quarter Quell does NOT consist of taking entire families or children under age of the limit. Though, this President Snow guy sounds like a real pain in the rear. Fang and I put on our best. For Fang:

A black tee shirt and black dress pants with black converse hi-tops.

Me:

A lilac strapless dress and a pair of white flats. I also have my hair up in a messy bun and a little mascara with lilac eye shadow. Not too much though. Fang says you can barely see it. That's the point, Fang. Duh.

I also wear the promise ring Fang got me for my fifteenth birthday. He wears a black ring I got for him for his sixteenth birthday. If we get into the reaping then we want to take each other with us and our promise rings, of course. As we walk out of our Seam house, Fang turns me around and kisses me. I kiss him back. He says:

"Just incase I don't get you back."

We get up to the Town Square and see dozens of people already there. A lady is at check- in.

"Finger, please." I hand her my finger. I see a needle and immeadetly jump.

"It's a needle, dearly. We need to prick it to get blood and make sure you are who you say you are." She pricks my finger before I can react. "Maximum Ride?" I nod my head. "You can go along to your section with the girls."

"I'll see you later Fang." He kisses me good luck and we depart.

A lady with frilly pink clothing and way too much make-up walks up to the podium. A video is showed and can't help but think, 'How depressing...' Then she walks up to the microphone and says

"The rules have changed today. President Snow says for this Quarter Quell, Two people can win. There will be double the people and EVERYONE above the age of five is elegable. Even victors. Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor." As she rummages around in a plastic ball, she says, "The first lady is..." She picks a name. "KATNISS EVERDEEN!"

A boy with sandy blonde hair starts to cry "My loaf! My loaf!" Apparently this Katniss girl is a victor since she says, "Back to back, eh?"

"The other girl is..." She pulls a name out, "MAXIMUM RIDE!" I am absolutly shocked. Me? Murmors run through the crowd as I walk up. "

"I've never seen her before..."

"Who is that?"

"She looks like she came from the Seam..."

I turn around and scream, "OH, SHUT IT!"

The pink frilly lady walks over to the boys ball and says, "JAMES MELLARK!"

The same 'loaf' boy runs up and volunteers. "My name is Peeta Mellark." He screams into the microphone. "If you didn't know." I swear I just saw everyone roll his eyes. I start to drift off into sub-consisness when I hear a name I know very well.

"FANG BLACK!"

Oh, crap. Fang is walking up to the stage. No, no this is NOT happening. Fang and I HAVE to make it out. Fang stood next to me. "This is bad." I told him.

"I beg to differ. The junk yard hasn't won yet."

"Good-"

"There will be time to talk later. Shake hands." We all did and wished everyone the best of luck.

(On the train)

The cameras are REALLLY ANNOYING. I was just getting changed when Katniss Everdeen barged in. "Oh, sorry." She said and walked in the bathroom. I locked the door as I was changing into jean shorts and a red tank top. I replaced my flats with a pair of black and white DC hi-tops. I changed my loose bun into a high ponytail that only reached my shoulders. My side-swept bangs reached the bottom of my earlobes and covered my ears.

Fang knocked on my door and we went to the dining car before everyone got there and ate three plates piled with hamburgers, french fries, and potatoe pancakes. "Anything else?" Our waitress asked. "No, but thanks." I told her. Fang was about to order something else, when I dragged his gaze to Effie Trinket (she later told us her name), Haymitch, and Peeta.

The three of us found small talk and then Katniss walked in. He gave her lots of attention which she brushed off. I asked Effie when dinner was, and she said "At 7:30" We walked off into the District 12 lounge car for a re-cap on the Hunger Games reapings. Our lips were soon busy until we heard two names we DID NOT want to hear from District One.

"Angel Batchelder!"

and

"Gaston Batchelder!"

Then at District Two,

"Nudge Katchadorian"

and

"Iggy Griffiths!"

We didn't really care about District Eleven,

"Dylan Jamenson!"

Ya know, he could just crawl up and die in a hole and I'd be really happy,. (I wish James Patterson does that to Dylan... I HATE HIM!) but he is family... sort of. Fang's getting really tense. I scream, "NO! THE SCHOOL WILL NOT WIN!"

That's when Effie, Katniss, Peeta, and Haymitch scrambled in. Fang kissed my forehead. I kept mumbling "No... no... no..." so quiet you could barely hear it. I could feel Fang seriously tensing up. His heart was going about 60 beats faster than normal.

"You did all you could, Max. It's not your fault they stuck us here and had us shipped in cages. There were over 2,000 of them. They sailed away, Max." I just cried in Fang's shirt. I felt him kiss my forehead.

"What's wrong? You're a mess. We're having dinner right now, and you can't look like that-"

"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT IT! MY ENTIRE FAMILY IS IN THE HUNGER GAMES AND I CAN'T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! WHAT ARE THE ODDS SOMEONE CHEMICALLY ENHANCES YOU WITH BIRD DNA AND GIVES YOU WINGS. THEN THEY TEST YOU AND KEEP YOU IN A CAGE! AND THEN YOU'RE BEING CHASED BY CHEMICALLY ENHANCED DEMONS WHEN THEY DECIDE TO KILL YOU JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE AN "ENXPERIMENT" THAT IS OVER FIFTEEN YEARS OLD OR AS YOUNG AS EIGHT. THEY ARE TRYING TO KILL MY FAMILY! WE DIDN'T THINK IT WAS POSSIBLE FOR ALL 7 OF OUR FAMILY TO BE HERE WITH OUR HAND-TO-HAND COMBAT SKILLS!" I scream at her. They all look taked aback.

"Now they're all in the Hunger Games and it's all YOUR FAULT! BECAUSE YOUR STUPID NATION CAN'T JUST GET ALONG! VIOLENCE IS NOT THE ANSWER! I hate you all, except Katniss and Peeta. It wasn't them who DECIDED to help WITH ALL THIS VIOLENCE. So if you know what's best for you, you would LEAVE." I start crying in Fang's shirt. He's 'shhhhhh'ing me. I'm trying to hold it together. I wish this didn't happen. I hate them all. The stupid districts. "Hey Fang... want to go scream at the cameras?"

"Yes. You don't have to ask twice."

We go over to the camera men.

"Can you broadcast this live to Panem or do I have to wait til the interviews?"

"Interviews."

"Did you both decide to work for this violence influenced capitol?"

"Yes."

"I hope you forget to shower for two weeks. And have terrible nightmares every night. And," I said narrowing my eyes, "I hope with all my heart you go through all the crap I've been put through. Before. I got here yesterday." I said and then slapped them both. "You have now a VERY powerful enemy. Good luck."

I sat down and ate a dinner with Fang which consisted of soup, bread, and chocolate cake.

I kissed Fang goodnight. The Capitol will be here in a few hours...