Part 1-
The Mutant Tributes
Chapter 1:The Reaping
~District 1~
\\\Chloe Marmania\\\
I woke up slowly and quietly. Judging by the sunlight, it was later than I usually got up. Usually, the streets of District 1 were filled with jewel making, trading goods, and busy workshops, but not today. Today District 1 was too silent for comfort, it was like everything was dead outside and I was the only one left.“Reaping Day,” I thought. I smiled as I understood why. Everyone was inside, getting ready for their children to be called up to the stage to be the official tribute of the year. Today, I would be the next tribute, I wanted it so badly, but the mass of other volunteers made them pick randomly, and it was never me. I quickly got into my best clothes, skipping breakfast to head to the Stage early. I hated my family anyway, well, all except for my little sister.
I had talked to previous victors and they had said there was plenty of food on the train, so I ignored my stomach's growling. Soon, I hear the train from the Capitol appearing and everyone is waiting too. In about ten minutes, everyone is present and in their age groups, if anyone was late that is, and a man with blue hair and pale skin walks up. He's wearing a very fancy suit, and I can instantly tell he's the District 1 escort. I didn't really care about his outfit, I was looking at the glass bowls he was holding that had slips of paper from every kid here. I swallowed and readied myself. I promised I would be the District 1 tribute this year, I've been training hard and long and I wasn't about to waste it. I ignore the speech, since it is always the same and I don't care about it. I just want to be ready for the drawing of the female tribute. Finally he stops his speech and adds, “Now let's get on with the District tributes. Ladies first.” With that, his slender hand went into the bowl and circled around the inside, hovering over the names. My heart it beating, I want to be the tribute so bad this year! I want to show them that I can win the Hunger Games! He then plunges his hand into the papers and pulls out a single piece of paper. He grins, almost menacingly, and opens it up, “Tiara Rang!”
A girl of thirteen begins to make her way out of the crowd, but many of the girls are shouting that they will volunteer. I take a deep breath and dash out of my age group, heading for the stage and leaving the picked girl in the dust, then make my way up the stairs. I stare at the man and say, “I volunteer.” The man is surprised but then grins before taking my hand and leading me to the centre. “Alright then, it looks likes we have a tribute who's quite eager. It's people like her who have a good spirit of the Games. District 1's female tribute is...,”he looks at me, as if it was my que. I quickly catch on and speak my name proudly, “Chloe Marmania.”
He nods and lets go of my hand before plucking a name from the boy's bowl. The tribute is named, but like the girls, the young men of District 1 begin to shout that they volunteer. The Escort tapped his chin, “Who to choose from... hmmm.,” and then pointed at one strong looking male of 17, “You.”
The youth responds by making his way through the crowd of 17 year olds and makes his way up the stage. The escort nods then the boy speaks his name, icy blue eyes trained on the crowd, “I am Platinum Dallas Rane!” T The man grins and looks over at both of us,
“Our tributes, ladies and gentlemen, are Platinum Rane and Chloe Marmania,” he looks at us as we both stare out into the crowd. The anthem of Panem plays as he mayor then steps forward to speak the Treaty of Treason. After the treaty is spoken, Platinum and I turn to one another to shake hands. Our grip is tight, we both want to win, I can see it in his eyes too. Once the anthem stops, we are taken by peacekeepers to the Justice building.
I am lead into a lonely room, where I know my family will not come to bid me farewell. A small thought of Platinum comes into my head, I wonder for a second if his family will bid him goodbye. I push the thought away before I hear the door open quietly. It's my little sister, Rose. She runs over to me and hugs me. I stroke her back as she looks up at me and says, “Win.” She sounds serious, but I understand it. She then holds up her hand, where a beautiful bracelet is placed delicately. She then slips it off and holds it out. I hesitate. “It'll give you good luck,” she says, holding away from herself more. I know it's her favourite bracelet she has, but I also see the determination of giving it to me; as if when i wore it, I would be indestructible. I finally took it from her hand and put it on my wrist, adjusting it so that it fit nicely on my wrist. She then draws in to hug me, then I hug her back, this time tightly. I could care less about my family, but she was the one I loved most.
I bid her a final goodbye as she leaves and soon I am too. I meet up with Platinum again and walk down to the train, both of us knowing that there is no going back now. I walk in, but Platinum looks back for a moment before following me in as well.
When we get into the District 1 section of the train, there is already a whole table of food. Both of us sit down and set up a plateful of food each. As we eat, our escort comes over to tell us, “After you finish eating, the Capitol has requested something that will fit you both ever well.”
Platinum looks up and stops eating the meat of a chicken, “What do you mean by that?” Our escort replies simply,
“They didn't say, but you both have to go into separate rooms three doors down from here.” As soon as I finished, I got up and walked over to the instructed place. Inside, there is a white room with a single table that could fit a person on it. The last thing I expected were peacekeepers grabbing my arms and dragging me over to the table. “Let me go!” I protest, but it doesn't do any good. They lay me on the table before strapping me in. I hadn't heard about this before, and I'm wondering how this is possible. A woman in white then replaces all the peacekeepers. She has a menacing smile, black hair with grey eyes, and holding a suitcase and clipboard. She hums as she looks down at the clipboard before putting it to the side and taking out her suitcase. She takes out some antiseptic and rolls up my sleeve before rubbing it on the exposed flesh of my shoulder. She turns back to the suitcase and lets her hand hover over the objects I can't see. She then pulls out a needle which is labelled:
Female, 1
She takes off the cap and inserts it into my skin, pressing on the plunger so the liquid can enter my body. She takes out the needle and puts it back in the suitcase. At first, I feel normal, my shoulder going numb. Then it begins to spread through my whole body and begins to feel as if I was being burned inside. I start screaming one it got to harsh to handle. The woman only sighed and said, “It'll stop soon, don't worry.” I didn't believe her, but I couldn't say so when my throat began to tighten up. My senses begin to fade suddenly, and everything goes black.
~District 2~
\\\coming soon\\\
(Working on District 2)