The MCR Games

Gerard POV
I wake up groggily. I can barely even remember what day it is. With an annoyed groan, I get out of bed and get changed, hurrying downstairs. My mother's sitting at the table, sipping her tea. "Good morning, Gerard." she says in her smooth voice.
"Morning, Lily." I say. I don't call my mother, well, mother. I call her by her first name. And as she looks at me, she has this gaze. Like I'm forgetting something. It hits me like a ton of bricks. Today is the day of the reaping. "Oh shxt!" I exclaim, running upstairs to see if my little sister, Juniper remembered yet. Luckily she hasn't woken, and she's still sleeping peacefully in her bed. She's only twelve, so it's her first year with her name in the bowl. I can only remember what it was like for my first time.
I had my name in 4 times. We needed the grain, and putting my name in a few extra times was a cheap price. But I made sure her name was only in there once. Now all we need is some breakfast. I run downstairs and kneel down on the floor once I reach the bottom and press down on one side of a loose floorboard, causing the other side to pop up away from the rest.
Underneath the floor are my weapons. Weaponry is illegal here, but what the peacekeepers don't know won't hurt them. I grab my axe and shove it in my bag, rushing outside to the old fence. It used to be electric, but the peacekeepers don't monitor it, so we cut all the wires, and now the electric current can't flow through. It's safe to climb over. And I do climb ver it, into the woods. The empty woods. I love coming here. The one place the peacekeepers can't boss me around. The once place where I'm free. I usually just come here for food. And out of the corner of my eye, I see something I haven't seen since I can remember. A deer. Beautiful. With large antlers and a thick coat of fur. I steadily take my axe out of my bag. I can see the microscopic movements of its ear twitching, and before it can react it has had his head chopped clean off from the axe I threw at the perfect angle. I go and grab my axe, smirking at my accomplishment. But I know I can only take a little today. I'll have to hide it here for now.
The peacekeepers are extra suspicious on this of all days. So I chop off a large piece of the meat, drain the blood and wrap it in some herbal leaves before wrapping it again in a rabbit skin fold, so it doesn't get the inside of my bag wet.
I make sure to hide the rest of the deer somewhere secure where someone else won't find it and the other creatures won't get to it, before returning home like nothing changed. Once I get home, I put my axe back under the floor and present the large amount of meat that mother will now proceed to fry for some morning food.
As mother begins frying the meat, I hear footsteps on the stairs and see Juniper running downstairs. She's not smiling, she just has a curious expression on her face.
"What are you cooking?" she asks mother, tucking a loose strand of her wavy red hair behind her ear. "Gerard got us some deer." she plants a kiss on her cheek and Juniper turns to look at me.
"Thanks, Gee." she says, smiling.
"No problem, kiddo." I pull her into a hug. And that's what gets me through the next hour.
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By the time we have to leave for the reaping, we've finished getting dressed. I'm wearing a white dress shirt and trousers. I don't like these clothes, they're uncomfortable. And as we head out, Juniper's shaking, and I give her a piggyback the rest of the way.
Once we get there, we have to sign in. I would've thought she would've been scared about getting her finger pricked, but she braves it. And I tell her I'll come and get her afterwards.
I walk over to the 17-18 year olds and wait for our representative, Effie Trinket to come onstage and blind everyone with her bright colored Capitol clothing. She walks onstage, her heels clicking on the wooden platform as she approaches the microphone, adjusting her bright wig.
Once she reaches the microphone she taps it briefly to make sure it's working.
"Welcome." she says in her high voice. "Happy hunger games! And may the odds be ever in your favor. Now, let's get right to it! As always, ladies first."
she walks her way over to the girls bowl and swiftly picks a name out of the bowl. I'm literally shaking, hoping it isn't Juniper. It's always possible, but it's unlikely. And I almost jump as I hear her name being said. I watch every movement her lips make.
"Primrose Everdeen." I sigh in relief. And I watch as the girl slowly begins walking up to the stage. Shxt. She's twelve. I shut my eyes, I refuse to watch a young girl die against her will. But all of a sudden, I hear another voice shout desperately from the 16 year old section.
"PRIM!" she's shouting as loud as she can, straining her lungs. "NO, PLEASE, PRIM!" She's desperately running against the guards, holding her in place. "I VOLUNTEER! I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!"
I look at her, stunned. We haven't had a volunteer since as long as I can remember.
"Fantastic!" says Effie, clapping silently, with that sickly smile. The younger girl's eyes widen. And the guards switch from holding back the teenager, to holding back the girl.
"NO, KATNISS!" she shouts. I can't bear to hear to people being separated. It breaks my heart every time. And she walks onto the stage, noiselessly.
"What's your name, dear?" the woman asks, putting her hand behind her back.
"Katniss Everdeen." she says, her voice shaky. She's holding back tears.
"I bet that as your sister, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"Congratulations! Now let's move onto the men." she smiles gleefully and walks over to the men's bowl. I watch, biting my lip as she pulls out the small piece of paper. She clears her throat and reads out the name pronouncing every syllable with perfection.
"Gerard Way."

Notes

So the votes are in and here is the first chapter. Hope you enjoy. Happy reading ^_^