Hello all! Welcome to my humble hunger games fanfiction. This certain fanfic takes place in a universe where Katniss Everdeen died during the Bloodbath of the 74th Hunger Games(and thus the rebellion was never sparked). To be more precise, it exists in the the universe of two other Hunger Game roleplays that you may have seen floating at the top of OTRP...
And the second, the Flashback Games (the 90th Hunger Games - which is simply a continuation of our universe).
Plans are(I think) to have the rebellion set during the fifth quarter quell, so basically I'm creating a character that is actually going to be alive during that time period. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy!(if anyone even reads this ahaha help me)
“Alex?” Dakota began, fiddling with the weeds that grew around the tall willow tree which they were sitting beneath. Alex’s gaze darted up towards him with slight concern. Something about the tone of his voice, he figured, had made her realize that what he wanted to talk about was painful.
“Yeah?” She questioned, locking her brown eyes into his. Dakota couldn’t tell exactly what he looked like at that moment, but Alex’s expression was filled with worry.
“I want to talk to you about something… about Calum,” he said, voice trailing off subconsciously.
“Oh,” she muttered, dropping her head down to the ground again. “I wouldn’t worry about him much. He always gets like this at this time of -”
“Rightfully so,” Dakota interjected. “His only two -”
“I know,” Alex retorted, pausing for a moment to look out upon the fields. “I don’t think he would want us talking about that. Just give him space.”
Dakota sighed, closing his eyes and leaning back against the willow tree. He didn’t want to talk about Calum’s brothers, he wanted to talk about the Games… and what they would do if Calum was -
Stop. It was his own self that interrupted him this time. Around his friend group, it was complete taboo to talk about the Games. Even thinking about them brought guilt to his heart.
A moment went by with the two friends silent. It always seemed peaceful, the night before the Reaping. Work would end early and Dakota would arrive at the willow tree to be with his friends.
Calum had left shortly before sunset, of course. He needed to be with his mother more than ever during this time of year.
“If Calum’s name is called tomorrow…” Dakota spoke quietly, watching Alex braid her hair absentmindedly, “I’m volunteering.” This caused Alex to jerk her head up quickly.
“Calum is not getting picked tomorrow,” She hissed. “And neither are you!”
“I know, I know… all I’m saying is. He’s gone through too much already. And if by any chance that -”
“Shut up.” Alex said finatically, silencing him. The pair held another silence between them. “Can’t we just watch the sunset in peace?” With her words, Dakota’s eyes were drawn to the colored horizon. The last rays of sunlight were being lifted above them - dappling onto the spindly limbs of their tree.
Their tree. The tree that Alex’s mother had planted as a child. The tree that had endured the loss of many throughout the years, but held steadfast in protecting those that remained.
But maybe - Dakota began to think - the tree was cursed. Out of all the people in Ten, it seemed as though Alex, Calum, and Dakota’s families were the most directly affected.
The Games had taken Alex’s father when he was 18. That had left her mother confused, distraught, and alone in raising a child.
The Games had taken Calum’s brothers - back to back - just a couple of years ago. Calum and his mother were broken. One couldn’t just watch the death of a child or brother on your own television screen and be expected to recover quickly - if at all.
The Games had taken Dakota’s sister. He had never known her well, but the vague memories that he had of Liz were enough to miss her presence.
Fireflies began to appear as the sun dipped below the earth. They buzzed lazily about, landing on the cursed tree as if nothing was wrong with it after all.
“I want these Games to be different just as much as you do,” Dakota said, breaking the silence between them, “But maybe that means we’ll have to do something about them.”
- - -
The words, which had been branded into Dakota’s thoughts just the night before, still lingered throughout his mind.
The boy who he had known since the third grade. The boy who had been so full of life and adventure. The boy who had been so quick into reassuring Alex and Dakota during their first Reaping.
The boy who, at age 13, lost his younger brother to the Hunger Games and the boy who, at age 14, lost his older brother in the same fashion. The broken boy. That’s what they all called him. The broken boy with his broken mother, and no father - for he had been unable to carry the burden of his lost children.
The boy who, as Dakota flitted his eyes open sleepily, was seen to be standing just outside of his bedroom window.
Tap, tap, tap.
Upon only comprehending that there was a figure positioned just behind the faded glass, Dakota jolted upright. He scurried backwards - off of his bed - only to catch sight of his familiar friend opening the window and crawling through.
“Dakota, it’s me, geez,” Calum laughed out, climbing onto the windowsill and perching himself on it. A cold breeze blew throughout the room, making a half-naked Dakota shiver.
“Geez, yourself! A little warning next time?” He countered, digging into a pile of clothes next to him for a shirt. He couldn’t help but laugh at the circumstance, “Since when have you woken me up like this? Must’ve been…” Dakota cut himself short after he realized what he’d said.
“Just like old times, right?” Calum finished, releasing the tension between them. “I thought we’d start to make it a tradition again.”
Dakota couldn’t help but to respond with laughter at his friend. It was nice, he had to admit, to have Calum back. The real Calum.
The before Calum.
Something was making him act strange - no - normal again. Dakota couldn’t pinpoint it, but whatever it was, it unsettled him. “I thought we’d meet up with Alex in a bit. Go to the reaping together?” Calum offered.
Those words shocked him. Calum hadn’t attended a Reaping without his mother for a while. And just last night he had been an emotional wreck.
Maybe it was the willow.
“Sure, sure,” Dakota said, shaking his head in an attempt to register the situation.
“Maybe put on some pants first?”
- - -
Dakota stood quietly, obediently, at his place near the stage. His peers surrounded him, squeezing into his shoulders and inducing a fair amount of claustrophobia. The stiff crowd locked him into place, preventing him from taking a step in any direction.
District Ten's town square, located in front of the Justice Building, wasn't near the size that it needed to be to occupy the population. Families and those who had long since aged out of their Reaping years were lined up and down the streets - all leading to the square.
The propaganda video had began to play on a variety of large screens at the center of the stage, but Dakota paid them little heed. He was busy locating Calum - who he eventually found to be six or so rows ahead of him - and Alex, who he had yet to catch sight of.
Just then, a buoyant escort made her way to the microphone, almost hopping with excitement.
“What…” she began, scanning the faces of the crowd, “a beautiful message, isn’t it?” She was referring to the video, of course. The video that Dakota had neglected to watch over the past years.
The crowd was silent.
“Well, now then,” she said awkwardly, obviously disappointed by the audience's lack of a reaction, “Why don’t we start with the boys?”
Dakota’s heart seized up. He wasn’t prepared for this. Closing his eyes subconsciously, Dakota could do nothing but pray that no one he knew would be called to the stage.
Not Calum, he found himself thinking. He remembered what he had said to Alex the night before. That if Calum’s name was -
“Calum Arlidge!” Her ecstatic voice called out.
An eerie silence blanketed the crowd. A few murmurs of anger, and an eventual rumble of voices. They all knew. They all knew. A large shuffle took place as Calum made his way through his classmates. His face was completely pale, drained of all the blood during what seemed to be his final moments.
His fellow students, who had instantly known Calum’s name, parted away from him. He was a disease… a plague. They split in separate directions, hoping not to be infected by his ill fate.
Dakota watched, horror-stricken, as Calum was lead up to the stage by the other peacekeepers. One of them pushed him forward violently, urging the slow boy closer to his fate.
“No!” The blood curdling cry rose through the air. Calum’s mother was wrestling her way through the crowd. She was wide-eyed, frantic, and brimming with rage. Her expression wasn’t that of sadness, it was that of pure anger. “Not my baby!”
She was sprinting towards the stage now, but she didn’t get far. A group of peacekeepers drew their batons and held her back, yet she just retaliated with punches.
Dakota found himself shoving his way through the crowd, filled with a mix of emotions. Rage, distrust, confusion, everything. He pushed out into the pathway and shoved himself in between Calum’s mother and the peacekeepers - who had responded to her attack with baton blows.
“I volunteer!” He screamed, but not before a searing pain registered on the side of his face, “I volunteer as tribute!” He said again, holding his arms in front of the beaten mother.
No more blows came.
Shouts between the peacekeepers arose. Calum had jumped off the stage in the commotion and was near his mother.
The square fell under a cloud of silence.
With the right side of his face already streaked with blood, Dakota made his way to the stage. He steadied himself slightly before taking the steps, but then suddenly remembered that every camera in the area would be trained on him during that moment.
Putting on a stoic face and paying no attention to the blood that had started to soak into his shirt, Dakota walked over to the escort’s left side. She shied away slightly, then took that movement as an excuse to reach for the girl’s jar.
“Well, now that that is over with, thanks to our volunteer,” She said, plucking out a strip of paper. She smiled lightly, ready to enunciate the chosen girl’s name.
“I volunteer,” a voice raised into the air sharply, cutting off the escort before she could even speak.
Dakota gritted his teeth, heart dropping as he heard the familiar voice. The brave girl was already walking down the aisle, and with a quick hop she joined Dakota on the stage. He took her familiar frame in full view, then shook his head lightly as he stepped towards her.
"Alex," Dakota remarked, holding his hand out to her. She took it, locking eyes with him as she squeezed his hand firmly. Her gaze wasn't that of the concern or worry that it had been the night before. Her gaze was strong, determined even.
"My name's Alex, too," She responded, concealing a slight grin as they shook hands. Dakota scoffed, unable to hide his emotions just as well.
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