Hope you all like this the first chapter of my crossover. Please let me know what you think in the comments section below :) I love comments and would love to hear what you think. Please keep in mind that this might take some time to become a smooth operation. It's been a few years since I've tried getting into character's heads like this so bear with me please :)

Chapter 1

Bellamy's P.O.V.

Working in the forests of District 7 was a simple enough. Take an ax or work with the machine to chop down enough lumber to meet the daily quota. I never realized that this difficult work was something I would be longing for in the coming days. Working under the shade of the tall young trees, the smell of sap filling my nostrils, the taste of the sweet sap we made into syrup. Those small blessings that I had taken for granted. I never thought I would be dragged away from them, and only two weeks before I was old enough to escape the ever present threat I had lived with since I turned twelve.

That morning I got up to the sound of birds outside. Moving silently so as not to disturb my sleeping sister, I quickly got dressed and headed out towards the town square. It was Reaping day and most of the people weren't awake yet. The supposed 'holiday' was nothing more than an attempt to make it seem like our lives were being sacrificed as a celebration of the massacre that had happened generations ago rather than the unfair sacrifice it actually was.

I slid silently out of our home and meandered into town. There was really no one I cared more about than my sister, Octavia. She was small for her age, about fourteen, but she was smart. Smarter than me and just about everyone in her class at school. It killed me to think that she would never amount to more than a carpenter or a lumberjack like me. There was so much more that she would've been able to do with her life if she had the opportunity. Although the way she was going she might just end up an apothecary's apprentice.

I made my way to the well placed on the edge of the town square, drinking some water from the tin cup hanging from a rope as I watched some people from the Capitol and some locals setting up the stage for the reaping that would be happening in a few hours. I thought about the timing of the reaping. If only it could be two weeks away from now, then I would be in the clear, and be able to focus on simply keeping Octavia and myself alive. I would finally be out from under the hulking shadow of the Games. I thought about the twenty-six slips of paper that had Bellamy Blake written on them. Though our district was considered one of the "middle class" districts, that wealth didn't reach all families within the district. I had forbidden Octavia from signing up for Tessara but we had needed it this year. Her name was in the drawing six time. Six little slips of paper I would give anything to throw into the nearest bonfire. It was one of my greatest fears that Octavia be called upon during the Reaping. I couldn't think of a world without Octavia. She was everything to me ever since our mother died of fever the summer I had turned sixteen.

Shivering a little at the memory of the pain, I turned away from the square and headed towards the butcher's shop. We had a little money from my time in the woods. Some of the kids here were allowed to work in the forests with the adults after school. Most of my time outside of class I spent working with my crew; trying to get a bit more money for us to survive on. I was very lucky that the authorities considered me capable enough to take on the responsibilities of my younger sister, even though I was only sixteen. I could only imagine what would happen if Octavia and I were put into the group homes. I had pulled us through the toughest times already, making extra money in the forests to help my mother's business of tailoring the clothing of the shop keepers in town. Here in District 7 we are allowed to begin logging once we turn thirteen. I couldn't imagine how we would survive if I was unable to work.

I bought a slice of beef for dinner. When the Reaping was finished, we would have a nice dinner for once tonight.

By the time I got back to our small home, Octavia was already awake and bustling around our one room home. She always had nervous energy on Reaping Day, ever since I turned twelve. She was always worried about what would happen if one of us was called to go to the Capitol. I wasn't all that worried about her if I was called upon. Octavia was friends with one of the town girls from school, Clarke Griffin, the daughter of the apothecary, since they were young. Even though Clarke was two years older than Octavia they had become more like sisters than friends. Octavia had even taken to learning about herbs and other remedies from Clarke's mother. I had asked Clarke's father years ago if they would be willing and able to look after Octavia if I was ever chosen for the games. My greatest concern was what would happen if Octavia was the one to be chosen.

We had a small breakfast of leftover bread from last night and some of the dandelion leaves that grew everywhere, before getting washed up for the reaping.

We got there with a decent amount of time to spare. I gave Octavia a tight hug before watching her separate into a group with the other fourteen year olds. I turned and headed towards the back where the other eighteen year olds were standing. Last year, I thought. This is the last time I will have to do this.

It was scary for me but at the same time it was almost a sigh of relief. True I wouldn't be able to rely on the Tessare rations next year, but at the same time I would be able to live outside of the Capitol's messed up games. Not living in fear of being ripped away from the life I'd built with Octavia. We wouldn't be in the clear until Octavia turned 19, but it would be one victory.

I watched as the Mayor of District Seven approached the stand and read the history of the Games that was required every year. Next the proctor, Nexia Platt, approached the microphone. She was one of the more ridiculous proctors. Bright pink hair teased to shape a butterfly sitting atop her head and a luridly floral dress to match. After years of watching the games, you begin to see the same faces and strange fashions repeated among the varying faces of the tributes.

"Good afternoon!" She called out in that lilting chirp that typified the Capitol citizens. "Welcome to the 74th Hunger Games!" Her words were met with a smattering of polite applause. "Let's start with the Ladies."

I held my breath as she walked to the giant bowl filled with slips of paper. Not Octavia, not Octavia, please, I thought as she dug around for a slip of paper and walked back to the podium.

"Clarke Griffin."

My heart stuttered. I looked over to where Clarke was standing with the other sixteen year olds. Her face had gone completely white. It took a moment before she could take a step forward. I looked towards Octavia. She was crying, her hair falling out of its braid as she ran forward and threw her arms around her best friend.

Clarke hugged Octavia tight for a moment, giving her cheek a kiss before gently pulling away from her and walking, head held high, up to take her place on the stage.

A shaking Octavia staggered back into the crowd. Even at this distance I could see her eyes begin turning red.

Clarke was strong, but I was still worried about her. She was small in stature, there were those careers to worry about.

"Any volunteers?" Nexia paused for a moment, but no one answered her. Then she smiled and said, "And now for the gentlemen."

I was so focused on Octavia's face, making sure that she was alright, that I almost missed the name ringing out across the crowd.

"Bellamy Blake."

AN: what did you think? Please leave a comment below. I am going to try to stick to the original plot of THG but I will probably deviate slightly from it. Comments give me a warm feeling and help me find the inspiration to write more for all you awesomely lovely readers!