Post by cotton jonnie weaver on Aug 12, 2011 0:47:14 GMT -5
A fanfic I am writing. Totally AU Hunger Games. Don't know if I want to post it on FanFiction.net or not...
The boy kissed her hair and then her lips, sighing into her mouth. The girl giggled and then planted her hands on his chest and pushed him away gently. She turned her face from him. "Finley..." She giggled. He sat back onto his heels and she propped herself up on her elbows.
"Yes?" He asked, playing innocent. He played with a strand of her long brown hair that had become unraveled from its proper braid that wrapped around her head. She gently slid out from under him and brought her knees to her chest, looking at the sea. Finley stared at her.
"It's going to start soon..." She murmured, resting her head on her arms as she looked into a far away place. Finley sighed and leaned back on his arms in the sand.
"Yeah, I know."
"Should we go?" She asked suddenly. Finley looked at the sky and judged the time from the position of the sun.
"I suppose so..." Finley stood and brushed the sand from his best clothes. He helped the girl up and she too brushed herself off. They held hands as they walked up the sand dunes toward the town square. Others filed in from different parts of the District. Finley and the girl parted ways at a seemingly predetermined point. Finley kissed her hand and left her, heading for the larger buildings of the District.
He pushed his way through the crowd to make it to his small house that was still larger than the other homes. He knocked on the door and the door opened to reveal a woman that was once proud and now stooped. "Finley? Is it time?"
"Yes, Mother. Come, Father will already be there." He told her, helping her down the rickety steps made from old ship planking. Just like most of the homes. He helped his mother to the town square and then to the spot that was designated for the Conwy family. He then joined the roped off section for the children ages twelve to eighteen. He was in the second to last row.
He glanced over at the girls and saw his girl standing there, trying to look brave. He smiled at her and she smiled back. Then the escort for their District stood and welcomed them.
"Welcome to the Reaping for the Seventy-second Hunger Games! I am Dori Flinn and I am District Four's escort this year! We are about to chose the two tributes who will represent our Districts for this year! And may the odds be ever in you favor!" She was chipper, as were all escorts. She would pick the boy's name first, as tradition went. And then the girl's. And then ask for volunteers.
Now District Four was considered a Career District. It was wealthier than some of the others, probably not District One, but close. Finley was tall, with wispy brown hair and blue-green eyes that matched the sea on a stormy day. He was not the tallest, nor the best looking. He had not been trained his entire life for the Games. Unlike Basil Reed, who was next to him and looked as if he could lift a boat.
Finley held his breath as he had for five years now. The escort's nail scraped the glass of the bowl as she chased an elusive piece of paper. She snatched it and flicked it open skillfully. Her painted eyebrows rose as she struggled to figure out how to pronounce the foreign name.
She cleared her throat and called out. "Finley Nereus Conwy!" Finley felt his knees go weak from shock. And the sound of a commotion behind him let him know that his mother had collapsed while he had not. Finley moved through the parted teens. They all stared at him. Relief, awe, and disbelief written on their faces. He was their savior.
Finley walked onto the platform and nodded to Finnick Odair and then the escort. His eyes met the girl's and he smiled slightly. He knew the Capitol would like that. But he did it for her benefit. So she knew that he would be okay. He could handle this.
Dori called the girl's name. "Lura Pond." The entire town fell silent. Finley's eyes bulged as did the girl's. She was Lura Pond.
"No. No." Finley murmured quietly. His world was falling apart. Lura joined him on stage and in front of the entire District, she threw herself into his arms. He wrapped them around her frail body protectively. He closed his eyes against the horror. He buried his face in her sweet smelling hair. It smelled like the sea breeze.
"Any volunteers to take their places?" The escort asked. Finley did not see if anyone stepped forward but he did hear a small voice speak up.
"I'll take her place." Finley opened his eyes to see a small girl who had to be twelve or thirteen climbing up the platform. Before Finley could protest this injustice, Lura's father and a peacekeeper were dragging her away. She was screaming.
Finley stared at the girl. "And your name?" The escort asked, angry at all the drama taking place.
"Jenson. Jenson Crete."
"Meet our two tributes from District Four! Finley Conwy and Jenson Crete!" The crowd applauded politely, as it was due when they were being broadcasted live.
