Set Fire to the Rain [A Hunger Games FanFic]

A/N: This will be either really good, or really bad xP But I hope you enjoy it. Although this chapter may be a little short, due to Merlin and planning for my Hollyoaks fanfic :D

Sam Xx 

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There was no soft sunlight streaming in through the windows when I woke up. Just cold air and the sound of rain, slow rhythmic tapping. It seemed the weather would fit today perfectly. I rolled over, and glanced at Vincent, who was fast asleep in the bed next to me, to my relief he had about four blankets covering his body.

But despite the blankets being quiet heavy, I saw him shiver. With a frown, I hopped off my bed, and dragged my blankets over to him, being sure not to wake him. I tucked him in, before planting a kiss on his pale forehead, and changing into some comfortable clothes.

My father was in the kitchen, up early as usual. He was stood by the sink, a faraway look on his face. I smiled lightly, and sat at the table. A few minutes later, he glanced down at me, and frowned, "Isn't it a little early for you to be up?" he asked.

I glanced at the worn out clock abouve the sink. "It's ten 'o clock, father." I replied slowly. My father glanced at me with startled eyes, "Three hours." he said slowly, then repeated it.

I glanced down at my hands, he was right, we had only three hours until the reaping. My father glanced at me again. "C-can you wake Vincent?" he asked quickly.

I nodded. "Of course." And then I stood, and made my way back to my room. Luckily, Vincent was stiring. It normally takes ten minutes to wake him... sometimes longer.

I smiled lightly, as he sat up in bed, and rubbed his eyes. "Morning Sunshine." I said gently. Vincent glanced up and gave a weak smile, "Mornin' Sky." His voice was like a whisper, and I could barely hear him. "Big day." he said.

I nodded. "Hmmm." I hummed. "How about, we get something to eat, then go see Henry and Harriet?" I asked, as I made my way towards him. His eyes lit up at the mention of Harriet, and he nodded eagerly.

I grinned slightly, and pick him up. At twelve years old, he was as light as a feather.

There wasn't much food, as a fox had snuck in earlier that week, and eaten the bread and cheese we had. Leaving us with nothing but butter and dry crackers. But Vincent wolfed it down. Not being able to eat, I gave him mine, which he gratefully accepted, and hungrily bit into.

Father glanced at us, then gave a sad smile. "So, what are you doing today?" he asked in a cheery voice, fake, I noted. Vincent grinned, "We're gonna see Harriet!" he said gleefuly. Father nodded slowly, then glanced at me, "Is that true?" he asked. And for a second I was scared he'd ban me from taking Vincent. But after I nodded, he just took a sip of his water.

Ten minutes later, we set off. Vincent was bundled up in three of the warmest jumpers we could find. As we made our way towards Henry and Harriet's house, we saw various people wearing the same expression Father had. I gripped Vincent's hand tighter, as we trundled up the few steps to the twins' house.

The door swung open before I could knock, and Vincent and I were pulled into the cosy warm house.

Harriet, grinned and let go of my arm, shutting the front door. Her dark hair was pulled into an elegant bun, ready for her dress. Her eyes were filled with worry.

And then without a word, she pecked Vincent on the head, and pulled me away from my younger brother. Henry, Harriest's brother, raised an eyebrow from his place at the door frame, before wandering over to Vincent. "Have fun!" I heard him call sarcastically.

Harriet pulled me into her small bedroom she shared with her mother, and forced me into a chair. She grinned brightly. "Hi." she greeted, her cheeks flushed pink. I smiled slightly, "Hello."

"I'll do your make-up now, then send you home with your dress." I nodded, as she lectured me on 'not smudging my makeup' and 'not ruining my dress'.

Luckily, she did this whilst applying the make-up, and thankfully, she barely put any on. She stopped talking, and moved behind me to do my hair. "Is your father OK?" she asked quietly. I shook my head, "Not really. He supposes something bad will hapen, due to the date." I felt Harriet's hand pause from untangling my hair band, as she glanced at her calender, as did I.

Harriet's untangling resumed, as I stared at the daunting date 'Friday the 13th'. "It's all rather silly." Harriet's soft voice said, as she gave a paticularly hard yank, causing me you yelp. Harriet sighed, before throwing the hairband -with clumps of my hair- into the bin.