Heaven is Falling (The Hunger Games x Male Reader)

The Reaping

"Primrose Everdeen"

How? Prim was one slip of paper in thousands! Her chances of being chosen so remote that I'd not even bothered to worry about her.
Somewhere far away, I can hear the crowd murmuring unhappily as they always do when a twelve-year-old gets chosen because no one thinks
this is fair. I'm brought out of my thoughts by a familiar voice.

"Prim" a strangled cry came out of her throat.She didn't need to shove through the crowd. We all made way immediately allowing her a straight way to the stage.

"I volunteer!" Katniss gasp. "I volunteer as tribute!"

No...

Even tough I saw this coming as soon as Prim was reaped it hurts the same.

"Oh it seems we have a volunteer" Effie Trinket says

Prim is screaming hysterically behind her. She's wrapped her skinny arms around her. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"

Before I can react I turn and see Gale has lifted Prim off the ground and she's thrashing in his arms.He whispers something in Katniss's ear.

Haymitch chooses this time to come staggering across the stage to congratulate me. "Look at her. Look at this one!" he hollers, throwing an arm around my shoulders. He's surprisingly strong for such a wreck. "I like her!Lots of ... " He can't think of the word for a while. "Spunk!" he says triumphantly. "More than you!" he releases her and starts for the front of the stage. "More than you!" he
shouts, pointing directly into a camera.

Is he addressing the audience or is he so drunk he might actually be taunting the Capitol? I'll never
know because just as he's opening his mouth to continue, Haymitch falls off the stage and knocks himself unconscious.

Effie Trinket is trying to get the ball rolling again. "What an exciting day!" she warbles

"But more excitement to come! It's time to choose our boy tribute!"She crosses to the ball that contains the boys' names and grabs the first slip she encounters. She zips back to the podium, and I don't even have time to wish for Gale's safety when she's reading the name.

"(Y/N) Hawthorne"

Oh fu*k me

I suddenly catch Gale's determined eye. Oh no is he planning to volunteer for me. I shake my head and mouth a 'no'.Knowing this won't be enough to prevent him from sacrificing his life for mine I practically sprint to the stage only to look at Katniss's heartbroken face. I silently stand next to her unable to look her in the eye.

"Everybody! Let’s give a big round of applause to our newest
tributes!” trills Effie Trinket.

Then something unexpected happens. At least, I don’t expect it because I don’t think of District 12 as a
place that cares about me. But a shift has occurred since Katniss stepped up to take Prim’s place, and now it
seems me being reaped fuelled it. At first one, then another, then almost every member of the crowd
touches the three middle fingers of their left hand to their lips and holds it out to me. It is an old and
rarely used gesture of our district, occasionally seen at funerals. It means thanks, it means admiration, it
means good-bye to someone you love.
Possibly because they know us from the Hob, or knew our fathers, or have encountered Prim or Rory, who no
one can help loving.

The mayor begins to read the long, dull Treaty of Treason as he does every year at this point - it's required - but I'm not listening to a word.

Why now? I knew our luck had to run out sometime but why were we reaped together. Will I have to kill her in order to make it out alive or will she have to kill me to make it out alive. There will be 24 of us the odds are both of us might be long gone before we can even confront each other. Or maybe there might just be just another way maybe I could help her win.

Of course, the odds have not been very dependable of late.