you cant take me {mentor;other tribute; escort

[jenson morte crete]

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Jenson Crete. They had said her name, she was impassive about it. No one had cried, because no one cared. Not even a bat of an eye. Well, not one she could see. Hell what did it matter to her? She was thirteen, and probably gonna be one of the youngest there. Personally, she was fine with going into the games, she just didn't want a stylist. What was the point of looking good if you had to go out to some damn arena and die? Nothing, that's why she didn't care about it, at all.

She was still in her Reaping Day outfit, which really wasn't much, it was all black, and she had swiped a pair of boot type shoes, but thankfully no one cared what she looked like when she was chosen, they were just happy that their daughters weren't going into the games. Joy. Walking onto the train, she looked around, wondering if the Capital had rigged it any. It didn't look like it, but she knew better. This was going to be tough, she knew, but hell, when was anything easy?

Brushing a few strands of hair behind her hair, Jenson looked around, not bothering to sit down. It was all a game, just a game. nothing more. A game she wanted to win. Thoughts already went through her mind, those of strategies, she was thinking back to strategies that could keep her alive, like they had in District Four, and now they would be used for the Games. And these strategies were going to be good, no Career for her, she wasn't one of those.

She would take those suckers down one by one i they were a career.

[twister14]

The first name to be called was Jenson Crete. Kyles heart dropped. He had met her before at the docks when he had caught her illegally fishing and they had befriended each other. He would protect her no matter what - she was the first friend that he intended to keep for longer than usual. Whichever male tribute was called, he'd volunteer to be in his place.

And now for the male tribute of District four! came the voice of the announcer for District Four. Most people would expect utter silence, but someone started a slow clap for the male tributes. This made Kyle even more unnerved. Then the announcers voice came again KYLE ALISTER REDDING!

It had happened. Now he didn't have a chance to decide against volunteering and entering the games, whether he liked it or not, he was going in.

Kyle's heart thudded with adrenalin and fear.

Kyle was escorted to the capitol train, his mother tried to hang onto his hand, but they capitol people forced her to let go. They refused to let Kyle stay.

As Kyle got on the train he saw Jenson, and he went over to her, hugged her, and cried.

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Kate Herring heard Jenson's name called. She froze, then felt tears come to her eyes. She looked at her sky blue reaping outfit then at Jenson's. Hers was given to her from a career friend. Jenson was thirteen. And most likely there was an arrow or a mace with her name written on it. She was too young to die. Kate was 15. She had a better shot at the games. She had training from the careers in nearly every field. It would be so much easier. She would be accepted into the career pack immediately, but Jenson wouldn't try to be.
She should volunteer. She knew it immediately, but couldn't bring herself to do it. She told her feet to move forward and her lips to cry No! I'll do it! But she couldn't. She was a coward. No better than anyone else watching a child condemn herself.
Then Kyle was called. Oh no. Two of her newfound friends were going to kill themselves. They were dead. Gone from this world. Already removed even though their hearts beat with life, they would die soon. And she had never really known them. Only a few words a few weeks ago. And a few grins she and Kyle exchanged in school because of the secret they shared: they both stole fish from the ocean.
Now she would never know them. She caught both of their eyes and tried to send telepathic waves of reassuring. She would meet them to say her good byes.
Her final good byes.