The 100 Games: The 100 hunger games AU.

I've been meaning to write this for weeks and I am super excited to get started! It's a Bellarke shipping AU but it's not just about Bellarke – enjoy and let me know what you like and stuff!

The morning hadn't even begun, but Clarke was already wide-awake. She sat there for probably hours in the haunting silence, running her fingers over her fathers watch again and again, clutching it as close to her pale flesh as she could, like it was him, and she was trying to hold on. He'd been dead for five years, but that didn't make anything less difficult for Clarke, time doesn't mend the wounds, at least not hers. When the black sky began to turn to orange she felt a ghostly fear swipe over her. She suddenly wished the hours took longer, and she wished she didn't have to face today - The Reaping day. It was her last, she was finally about to turn 18, next year by this time she would be too old for this, but that didn't make her fell any better. Her mother walked over to my bed, she assumed Clarke was asleep and brushed her blonde hair a little, savoring the moment of silence, just incase.

"Clarke, baby, it's time to get up." Abby said, she was absolutely beautiful, Clarke wished she looked just like her, but she didn't. She reluctantly sat up and stared at her mother, She wanted to smile, She wanted to show her it was going to be okay, but Clarke was a horrid liar, so she decided not to even try. "Let's get you ready." She whispered, even though there was no need to whisper anymore. She pulled Clarke over to the small mirror and began to brush through her tangled hair, pulling out the knots from hunting with Wells. It was the only secure thing Clarke had, the only thing that made her feel stable. As her hair was wound into the typical braid she realized how much she envied Wells. His father, Jaha, worked for the capitol, and last night Wells had revealed something she honestly wished she could forget.

"You're my best friend, no matter what right?" Wells asked as they sat in the forbidden woods, clutching their weapons. That seemed like a stupid question to her at the time.

"Of course you knuckle-head." They were both raised as the 'upper class' of district 12, to Clarke that means nothing, She still go to the same school, she may eat better than some, but it doesn't show. Wells and Clarke both were in the privileged class, so they stuck together since they felt the wrath from everyone else.

"My name hasn't ever been in the bowl." In that moment Clarke felt like a bolt of lightening crashed through her, She felt dizzy and immobile.

"What the hell does that even mean?"

"My father struck a deal with whoever records everyone to put in the reaping bowl, that my name never be in it…. I hate myself for it, but Clarke I thought you should know."

"Clarke, you look stunning." Her mother said, breaking Clarke out of her thoughts and into reality. She stared at herself in the dirty mirror, her mother had dressed Clarke like a doll in her blue dress she wore at her last reaping ceremony, it was beautiful, for once, Clarke felt like the way she saw her mother. "Your father would be proud." She said, her eyes swelling with tears. Clarke hated seeing her mother cry. She was the only person Clarke had left, and she wanted to do her good the best she could. Clarke hugged her mother as tight as she could, "It's the last reaping momma, we're gonna be fine after this."

"Please, please no! Don't kill her – I – I – I'll do anything!"

"Bellamy!" He woke from his dreams with a jump, sitting up straight and eyes bugging out like a madman. His sweat was dripping everywhere. It was just a dream Bell. Octavia, his little sister, was sitting in front of him, a look of concern washed over her face, probably for many reasons. It was his last reaping day, not hers however. "Did you have another nightmare?" She asked wiping his forehead with a towel.

"Yea, about mom." He replied clutching his fists together, his jaw tightening too as he remembered it was time for their fates to be put on the line by the capitol. He resented them with his whole being, they took everything from him, his parents, his freedom, all he had was Octavia, to try and do something good in this horrible world. Bellamy always found himself messing up, but Octavia was the one thing he could do right, he wouldn't let her go.

"You need to stop blaming yourself." She said putting away the rag and beginning to twist her hair around into a braid, He shrugged as he got up, going to the water bowl to splash water in his face.

"O, I can to whatever I want to." He said harshly, he didn't mean for it to come out that way, it just did, and one thing Bellamy hated was taking back what he said.

"Don't need to get crabby Bell, I'm just saying." She was always so accepting of his demons, he owed her everything; he would protect his baby sister no matter what. He wouldn't let anyone hurt her, he failed his mother, he couldn't fail Octavia too. Bellamy threw on his tight blue shit and tried to fake a smile for Octavia, "Ready to get reaped?" He asked with sarcasm dripping from his mouth. Octavia came out of the curtain in the corner to reveal a white little dress on her gorgeous figure, she twirled a little for him and he couldn't help but smile at her. She was so beautiful, and he loved her, he needed to protect her, he had to.

Clarke walked up to the Blake home and knocked on the cracked open door. To say the homes weren't in top condition would be an understatement. Now it was nearing 10 and the sky was a pale, sad blue.

"Whose there?" She heard from the inside.

"Clarke!" She yelled back. Octavia emerged from the door, looking as stunning as ever. Besides Wells, Octavia was Clarke's other and only other friend since Octavia saw her for the person she was, not the status she held.

"You look gorgeous." Clarke said admittedly, suddenly feeling slightly self conscious.

"Really? I don't know I feel like such a child in this dress." She admitted, Octavia was only two years younger than Clarke, but sometimes her brother treated her like she was five.

"No, it's perfect for you." Clarke said, "Where is Bellamy?" It wasn't like Clarke wanted to see him, but she was curious to see if he was as nervous as Clarke. Although Octavia and Clarke got along, Bellamy was a completely different story.

"Inside brooding in self-loathe." Octavia said jokingly, yet Clarke knew better than to take it as a joke.

"Bell! I'm going to the reaping thing with Clarke, see you after!" She yelled, Clarke took note of how easy it was for her to be so calm about all of this, or maybe she was just better at faking. Bellamy came outside and stared with complete loathe at Clarke, "Princess." He addressed to her, it was the equivalent of spitting on Clarke, but she took the slap and just smiled at him.

"Octavia I love you, ok, here I got you this… just in case.." He handed her a box with a red bow on it. Octavia excitedly threw off the top and stared inside with complete awe. It was a pin of a mockingjay.

"Bell it's beautiful, thank you." She hugged her brother and immediately he hugged back as if it were life or death, it made Clarke remember that he did have a good side, but that didn't make her dislike him any less.

"Take care of her Princess or I swear to God –"

"I will Bellamy, she'll be fine, really." Clarke promised.

"Well, now that my mother has scolded you, lets go to our death." Octavia said sarcastically, both Bellamy and Clarke rolled their eyes, neither of them seemed to be in the mood for jokes.

They were all lined up, and silence swept over the row upon row of girls and boys. Clarke and Octavia stood next to each other, Octavia was completely at peace, just sitting and waiting in the silence as Jaha's hands swept the bowl, Clarke's name was somewhere in there, ten, maybe fifteen times. She closed her eyes in complete fear, why was she so scared?

"The Female Tribute of District 12 is.." Jaha's voice said, ringing in Clarke's ear from the volume of the microphone.. Please not me, God please, just not me.

"Octavia Blake!" The world went silent. Mouths were moving, but Clarke couldn't hear a thing. She looked at Octavia who looked like the child Bellamy treated her like. Her dark eyes were wide and filled with tears already, Clarke hadn't realized it, but she had been holding her hand. Octavia let go and slowly walked towards Jaha. This wasn't fair, Clarke felt everything spin, her hearting beating faster and faster, making her head burn. A path cleared for Octavia to walk to her death. Then Clarke saw Bellamy, sprinting towards Octavia, he looked like an animal, his whole face red with rage. Two guards held him back, he tried to punch, but they were like statues.

And then Clarke heard a voice that broke the white noise.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as Tribute!" And suddenly Clarke was in the same clear path to the stands, and her hand was high in the air like a school girl, eager with her answer. It was her voice, she was the volunteer. Clarke suddenly felt so cold, now everyone was silent. No mouths moved, no one moved, they all just stood in awe as they watched Clarke march up, slowly. She heard a screaming cry, she assumed it was her mother from the back, waiting with all the other parents. She hadn't even thought of her mother. Now she would be all alone. Octavia turned to Clarke, her face red from the falling tears, that made Clarke remember why she took her place, Octavia was her best friend, she deserved life. Octavia screamed Clarke's name, she was desperate to save Clarke, but there was nothing to be done, Clarke had made her decision. The guards grabbed Octavia and pulled her away, back into the crowd of girls that stared at Clarke, completely awestruck of her choice. The people looked at her like she was a ghost, Clarke was marching up to her funeral, ready to face death. She made her way up the steps and stood next to Jaha, his eyes looked at her sad, but it was only for a moment.

"Incredible, how brave of Clarke Griffin to be the first Tribute of District 12, let's give a round of applause." Jaha began to clap, but he was the only one, everyone else lifted their hand in the air with two fingers to the sky, it was a sign of respect to Clarke, she'd never seen anything like this, it was a sign of something brewing.

"Alright, yes, yes, hands down everyone! It's time for our male Tribute!" He said, how could he be so excited? Oh.. that's right, there was no way his son could be chosen, suddenly Clarke hated Wells, she hated him because he was a coward.

"And our male Tribute of District 12 is…." Clarke felt her flesh crawl and the hairs rise in complete anticipation and fear, this person would be her enemy. She had to survive, for her mother, she had to, even if it meant taking down –

"Bellamy Blake!"

Even if it meant taking down Bellamy Blake.