The Second Quarter Quell

Haymitch Abernathy is an eighteen year old tribute from District 12 during the 2nd Quarter Quell of the Hunger Games. Alongside him are three other tributes, one of them posing more of a threat than an other enemy he might face in the arena. Who is this tribute? Find out now! (((Kree Stark belongs to me. Please do not steal her.)))


3. "Let the Games Begin!"

The tributes from District 12 trained day in and day out to prepare themselves for the Games. They barely had any free time thanks to Caesar's nightly interviews and Snow's multiple parties. Every night, they went to bed sore and exhausted. When the time came for their individual assessments, everyone but Garreth scored fairly well. Both Haymitch and Kree received a nine for their talents, Maysilee scored a seven, and Garreth only got a four. Haymitch knew that, should the boy survive the bloodbath at the cornucopia, it would be hard for him to receive sponsors. Then again, how would ANY of them receive sponsors? They were from District 12 with no mentor to vouch for them. More than likely, they'd be on their own in these Games; and that scared Haymitch to no end.


On the morning of the Hunger Games, the tributes were led individually to their start-off platforms. Haymitch was lead by Augustus, who looked so pale that the teen wondered if he would puke, feint, or both!

"Now," the Reaper spoke quickly, "I know for a fact that there will be plenty of knives. But, if I were you, I'd hide until the bloodbath was over and then go back. But only if you can."

Haymitch nodded, but did not speak. He was afraid if he opened his mouth, he'd scream. His hands were shaking, so he put them in his pockets. The Gamemaker had given the tributes a comfortable set of black pants and a thin t-shirt along with a raincoat.

"Judging from your outfit," the Reaper continued, "expect somewhere warm with cold nights. If I had to venture a guess, I'd say forest or city."

"The Games will begin in 20 seconds."

By now, Haymitch stood before his platform. He gave a shaky breath before climbing inside. The glass door hissed behind him, and he turned around to wave good-bye to his Reaper. Augustus began to cry then. He placed a single hand on the glass, which Haymitch answered by laying his own hand against it.

"The Games will begin in 10 seconds."

The floor began to move, lifting the golden haired boy upwards. Augutus watched as his tribute was slowly brought into the Games.


Bright sunlight poured into Kree's eyes, causing her to shield them with her hand. Her gasp was caught in her throat. The Arena was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. Forests and fields went as far as the eye could see. In the distance off to her right, she could see a single tower rising above the trees.

"Happy Hunger Games," the Gamemaker's voice boomed throughout the Arena as the rest of the tributes appeared, "and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Suddenly, Billy Winchester (the boy from District 3) stood tall and proud as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "The odds are NEVER in your favor!"

Before Kree could even give him a reassuring smile, the world seemed to explode. All the tributes ducked and covered their heads. Kree felt something smack against her cheek. When everything died down, the tributes opened their eyes. A few girls screamed. Kree looked up to see Billy's entire platform gone, leaving nothing but a large crater in the ground. Lifting her trembling fingers, she felt her cheek. Blood. Billy's blood.

"The Games will begin in 5...4...3...2...1..."

Two cannon shots sounded; one to begin the Games, and one to announce Billy's death. Kree leaped off her platform. She could easily see a metal baseball bat within the cornucopia. She had a straight shot to it. Her legs pumped and her heart raced. Everything around her seemed to fade away, yet she still heard the following eighteen cannon shots. She didn't stop to see who had died. She had to get that bat!

Suddenly, the blade of an axe swung into her view. Gasping, she ducked and turned to face the owner; Shimmer from District 1.

"Your head is MINE!"

Kree stuck her tongue out at the Career, "Then come and get it, bitch!"

By now, Shimmer had backed Kree into the Cornucopia. The raven haired girl reached behind her, feeling the smooth metal of the bat in her fingers. Grasping it tightly, she swung for all she was worth.


Haymitch grabbed a bag and a knife before falling back towards the words. He counted the cannon shots as he retreated deeper and deeper into the trees. Eighteen. Eighteen people were just murdered in cold blood; all for the amusement of the capital. And Billy...he was killed just for speaking his mind.

"Haymitch," he turned, knife in hand, to face his enemy, "wait up!"

Haymitch almost relaxed as Garreth approached him, "Go away, Garreth! I don't want to have to kill you."

"Let's stick together for now," the redhead pleaded, coming closer, "we'll have a better chance of staying alive if we do!"

Haymitch wanted to chase the boy off. He wanted him to stay away; however, he made perfect sense. And if Garreth had survived the bloodbath, then he might be of some use. The blonde smiled and lowered his weapon. Garreth returned the smile and hurried over to him, allowing Haymitch to drape his arm around his shoulders and lead him away from the bloodbath.

"Do you think May and Kree are okay," he asked after a few minutes of silent walking, "I hope they are."

"You don't have to worry," Haymitch smirked, "Maysilee is smart, so she'll stick with Kree. And Kree is too much of a bitch to die so easily."

The boys laughed then, long and hard. They continued to walk long into the afternoon. Every so often, they would hear the sound of other tributes and hide in the trees. By the time night fell, the pair had reached the lone tower. Climbing a tree, they nestled within some branches until they were comfortable. That's when the Fallen Tribute Dedication began to play. the boys watched as, one by one, the faces of the fallen tributes flashed across the sky. Among them were Billy and all four tributes from District 10. Haymitch let out a sigh of relief; neither Maysilee nor Kree had been shown.

"They're still alive," Garreth whispered, "that's good, right?"

"Yeah," Haymitch's thoughts traveled to the raven haired tribute, "that's good."


"The boys are okay," Maysilee whispered, sounding relieved, "isn't that great?"

Kree nodded and grimaced as her best friend tightened the bandage across her back. She had narrowly escaped Shimmer, only receiving a slight cut across her back. Maysilee had found her and the two slowly made their way towards the tower. They had to stop every two hours so Maysilee could change Kree's bandages. By the time night fell, they were still four hours away.

"Thanks, May," Kree smiled and followed her partner into the large hole they had found beneath a tree. Since Kree's wound wouldn't allow her to strain herself too badly, the pair searched for something better. The hole was big enough to fit both of them and was hidden by the roots of the tree. anyone walking by wouldn't even notice it. That night, the girls curled around one another and covered themselves with the large blanket found in Kree's backpack. All night, the raven haired girl dreamed of Haymitch. He was alive, and for that she was grateful. After all, no one could kill him but her. She had made that clear in the practice room.

And she never lied.

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