that's right. sequel time, baby.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Welcome one, welcome all to the 92nd Annual Hunger Games. As a sequel to my fanfic "The 91st Annual Hunger Games", this follows the same premise of being an alternate universe where the 2nd rebellion never happened yet. However, Katniss and co. still exist and have done a few things of their own, as the story will reveal. This fic obviously contains a spoiler about the previous one (AKA who the victor of the previous games was), but other than you, you don't need to read that one to understand what is going on in this one. This story will likely update every other day or such.
PART I: THE TRIBUTES
CHAPTER 1: The Four Victors
The victor village in District 12 was a fairly quiet place, given that it only had four inhabitants, since the first victor from District 12 had disappeared years ago. No one knew the fate of the mysterious Lynn Dragmire, other than that shortly after the 2nd Quarter Quell, she had vanished without a trace, but there was nowhere to go in District 12 except across the fence, and since it had been years and she had been an older woman, chances were she was dead.
Up until recently, District 12's track record in the Hunger Games was quite pitiful at best, but if there was one thing that they had shown surprising proficiency at, it was winning those Quarter Quells—the Hunger Games that occurred every 25 years that always had a special rule change.
The 1st Quarter Quell's victor had been the late Laurel Fox, who even the Capitol considered dead even if the cause of her death was unknown. The 2nd Quarter Quell had produced District 12's 2nd victor, Haymitch Abernathy. It was another 25 years before District 12 would win the 'games again, with the 3rd Quarter Quell—the 75th Hunger Games, producing Katniss Everdeen as a victor among tributes aged between 17 and 25.
It was shortly after this that the district began gaining momentum in its victor production. The 4th victor, a young man named Vigo Zakatau, won the 84th Hunger Games only 9 years later. He had helped a tribute become a victor only 7 years later, with tiny little Aveline Togisala as Panem's most recent Hunger Games Victor.
The four of them were particularly close. It was definitely a victor thing.
Regretfully, like many victors before her, even the now 16-year-old Aveline had turned to drinking, although it was made better by the fact that it was often accompanied by cards and gambling. In this case, it was to help ease Ava into the notion that she would be travelling with two new tributes to the Capitol this year to serve as District 12's mentor for the 92nd Annual Hunger Games. The reaping was not for another few hours, however, and thus the minds of the victors were all elsewhere.
"Read 'em and weep." Haymitch smirked, slapping his cards on the table. Ava groaned, Vigo shook his head, and Katniss slammed a knife into the table, swearing loudly. It was almost amusingly ironic that all four of these individuals had a knife on their person at almost any given time, but all in all it was just another way of coping with what had happened to each of them in the past.
Vigo shuffled the cards again and they were soon deep into another game. He was a betting man, as the Capitol Escort Junichi Thatch knew, even if he did not know when to fold. Luckily, only Katniss and Aveline had anyone else they were supporting (their mothers, in both cases)
"Vigo," Ava looked up at the man as she scooped up a pile of coins that were her winnings, "you do know that you could come with me if you wanted to try and earn your money back from Jun, right?"
Vigo shook his head. "I'd just lose again and Katniss here would make fun of me."
"Hey," the older woman spoke up, "you bring that upon yourself."
"Bah, I'm not as awful at this as you make me out to be. Let's just keep playing. We've got time before the reapings actually start."
And thus they continued. Sooner or later, however, it was time for them to converge on the square, since viewing (or attendance, in the case of those between the ages of 12 and 18) of the reapings was strictly mandatory for everyone in every district.
"Welp," Vigo quipped, setting down his cards, "I guess it's time."
"May the odds make it true that when you're mortally wounded in an excruciatingly painful way, your body goes into shock and you don't feel anything when you die." Ava led the chant, where the four of them raised their flasks and took a shot. The statement was fairly black, but it was something of a mantra among the victors of most districts.
Vigo followed Ava to the square, with Katniss in tow. Not wanting to be left behind, Haymitch staggered to his feet and followed, taking another shot from his hip flask in the meantime. They parted ways when Ava stepped up to the stage, where she would be serving as this year's mentor for District 12, and the others shuffled into the ineligible crowds to watch the show, and perhaps give a respectful salute to the young man and woman who were probably going to die. Ava sat down, her feet just barely touching the floor—she was a tiny little thing, even at 16 years of age.
Shortly after the usual propaganda film concluded, a pale woman with dark, spiky blue hair and vibrant red eyes strode onto the stage, her frilly knee-length skirts bouncing with each step. She actually brought a small smile to Vigo and Ava's faces, for they knew that this woman was much different than most of the others from the Capitol. This was Junichi Thatch; escort for the District 12 tributes. She dressed vividly, although never too garishly, and as long as she had not changed in the 6 months since Ava had last met her, she was pretty sure this woman was still rather humble and down-to-earth—a surprisingly relatable woman.
"Welcome, welcome, welcome!" she beamed, going into a miniature speech that Ava and Vigo were sure was mandatory for her to give, before she cut right to the point. "And now it is time to choose our tributes for the 92nd Annual Hunger Games… and as is the custom—ladies first,"
She stepped over to one of the large glass spheres that held girl's names, running her hand through it a bit to mix it up—otherwise the kids whose names were at the bottom would remain there, which meant the first ones to register that year would have an edge against their later-registering brethren. She did this for a few seconds, perhaps also to build suspense in the Capitol, although a moment later she produced a slip of paper between her fingers. Gently unfolding it, she read aloud:
"Monica Savage!"
As usual, there was a hushed silence as a dark-skinned, black-haired girl stepped out from the ranks of young ladies and stepped towards the stage, her hands in her pockets. For a moment, her dark brown eyes met Ava's, where the smaller girl gave her a wordless expression of sympathy.
"And now for the boys…" Junichi stepped over to the bowl with the boys' names, and dipped her hand into it. She repeated the same motions as she had for the girls before fishing out a name from the edge of the bowl. She opened it up and read it aloud.
"Rafael West!"
A tan-skinned boy with messy brown hair stepped up to the stage, where he joined Monica, both of them remaining wordless. There was a moment of silence before Junichi continued, giving a huge smile towards the crowds which Ava was fully convinced was simply procedural rather than the woman's actual emotions on the subject.
"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Junichi cleared her throat for a moment, "your tributes from District 12 for the 92nd Annual Hunger Games: Monica Savage and Rafael West!"
Everyone, instead of clapping, raised three fingers to their lips before raising them. Even Junichi responded with this gesture. It was still not so much a symbol of any type of rebellion as much as a gesture of respect for those that would not likely return. It didn't take a genius to realize that District 12 was not exactly known for its vast pool of victors, though their performance ever since the 3rd Quarter Quell had showed a very significant rising trend given that their 4th and 5th victors took much less than half the time to emerge than the 2nd and 3rd victors had.
Ava did not join her tributes proper yet, as this was the time they got to say their goodbyes. Instead, she was escorted to the train, bidding Katniss and Haymitch a fond farewell for a few weeks while she was there. Vigo, while he would not be mentoring, had elected to tag along. The Capitol did like their victors, after all, and Vigo was still fairly popular among them.
Ava did manage to meet her mother Naisha one more time before departing. It was much different from the departure last year, where her and her brother had been chosen as tributes for the 91st Annual Hunger Games. Needless to say, their mother was grieved in knowing that she would inevitably lose one child, and possibly lose both of them. Aveline managed to give her the lesser of the two evils, and return home a victor. However, the death of Ava's older brother Wesley had not been something the two of them had easily gotten over, and they both missed the boy—Ava missed her brother and Naisha missed her son. This time was different though.
"I'm coming back for sure this time," Ava promised her mother, "I may not return with a victor in tow… but I promise you now… I'm coming back alive and in one piece."
Naisha did not respond with any actual words, but simply hugged her little daughter, who was still hardly an inch taller than 4'9" and 90 pounds, even at the strapping age of 16.
As Ava boarded the train, it reminded her of the same incident a year ago when she had boarded it with her brother, where it was the last time the poor boy got to see his home. On the other hand, Ava was safe just as she had promised—this marked her first year as a Hunger Games mentor.
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