Hey, my babes

This is a crossover between Hunger Games, The 100, Divergent and Maze Runner (mostly the first two), so I need you to pay attention:

1) Clarke and Bellamy will get to go to the 74th Hunger Games to do some damage.

2) Ava Paige is the President of Panem as of now.

3) There are 24 Districts instead of 12 and each sends one tribute to the games.

4) Panem is surrounded by a giant wall (the border) and no one knows for sure what's beyond it.

5) Don't worry, John Murphy, our Messiah, will appear eventually to bring shit down.

6) The most important thing I might have to say: enjoy it.

Clarke was up with the sun, a habit she had recently picked up. In District 5 people tended to sleep in. But not her. Not anymore. Not on Reaping day. Not when she knew she was going to be sentenced to death. A few weeks had passed since she'd made that terrible mistake of judgement that would now cost her her life.

She'd been such a fool. To have believed in the goodness of people. In the inexistente goodness of people.

Clarke rolled into her boots. They supported her. They fitted perfectly on her feet and no one else's. Her brother, Caleb, was still asleep beside her. She had never woken him up, not since she had started that, which was sort of the point.

Her game was stealth. Without absolute silence and careful movements, she'd have nothing; she'd end up dead.

Caleb had had a similar plan back when he was also part of the reaping. His training wasn't nearly as rigorous though. Guess he never knew for sure he'd be picked as a tribute.

She glanced back at him. She wouldn't be seeing him after today. She really should wake him up and hug him, and think of something wise to say. But what? There was nothing to be said. How could she tell him? How could she begin to explain that there was more than death outside the borders? Especially when she knew it would mean his life as well as hers?

A little knot of anxiety bundled in her stomach, forcing her to breath superficially. Fighting had never been her strongest suit. Whenever they had mandatory training days in school, she'd always struggled through them, much preferring to stay out of it, waiting to patch the other kids up. Because of that, she had always been singled out.

Clarke pulled her jacket on and her hair back, and got out of the bedroom. The kitchen was silent and empty this morning. She walked right pass it and out of the back door. She breathed in the cold morning air and let the silence surround her.

Life was only this peaceful at times like this. Before people got up. The city went to bed and she could live inside her head. The rising sun washed the entire world in gold. She took another deep breath, inhaling the gold light, and started walking up the road.

Their neighborhood was on the very outskirts of their little section of town. The road stopped at her house, halfway up their hill. Beyond there was nothing but more hills until the fence, and that was where she was spending her mornings.

Back in the day, used to be at the children's hospital. How she adored helping them, taking care of the ones nobody had time for. And now she didn't have time for them either.

Clarke stopped short of the wire fence. It was electrified, but there was this small part that had been hit by a tree log and if Clarke was careful enough she could walk on top of it without touching the fence. The Peacekeepers monitored the perimeters sometimes, but weren't that concerned with people getting out. Clarke glanced behind her one more time though before running toward the field.

Her feet slipped a few times while she ran, but she was used to these tangled roots. She adjusted herself easily. She knew this fields. Some days felt like it belonged to her. No one was out here as much as she was. No one knew it like she did.

And now it was just something else she had to lose. All because she had to go snooping through her father's things. She had to know more than she should. She couldn't leave that stuff alone. And they would kill her for it.

You're going to kill yourself before the Capitol can do it, her brother had once said. And maybe she should. It might be best for everyone. Then at least her death would be hers and not theirs. But what could she possibly do? Clarke would feel like a coward if she took her own life. It wouldn't feel right.

None of this did, really. Her name was only in that bowl three times and yet the odds were not in her favor.

No, there was only one thing she could do, and that was to make sure she was ready for everything. Anything.

Clarke was the only person of her class who had zero desire to participate in the Hunger Games. Everyone else her age considered it an honor. Even Caleb, though he'd never actually said so, appeared quite said when he turned 19 without having had the chance to prove himself. To Clarke, all it meant was a horrific death sentence.

She stretched up, cracking her back, and pulled each knee close to her chest. She'd run all the way to the trees. They were about a mile away. Probably more. She took another deep breath and pushed away from the ground with her front foot, letting it propel her forward.

Maybe she could present herself like a Career and try to get sponsors. Those were the people who stayed alive. But was it staying alive really worth it? Maybe she should just die a clean death, to go into the Arena with her head held high, showing no traces of fear.

When she reached the trees, she immediately jumped onto one and began to climb it. She'd undoubtedly have to pull this exact move in the Arena, so she practiced it whenever she could.

Clarke's foot slipped on a knot. She grimaced and pulled it back up, higher and higher, then moved her hands, pulling, fast, strong, then her other foot, higher and higher, until she could see her entire district from up there. Her breath was coming fast and heavy. Sweat started to trickle from her hairline, down her neck. Every muscle in her body ached, but this was the only time she truly knew she was alive.

She sat back against the tree to catch her breath, wishing she'd had some water this morning. She should've brought Caleb with her so they could've spend the day together before everything went wrong. Would she ever see him again?

Instead of following that line of thought, she tried to remember how fortunate she was with everything else. There was always food on her table. She had never gone to bed hungry, which was more than people in some other Districts could say. She had heard rumors that most of the people from 20 to 24 didn't have anything. Whether or not it was true, it made Clarke grateful.

Somewhere, just barely within her earshot, there was a crack of a boot snapping a branch. Loud voices follow it. Clarke stopped to listen. Her heart fluttered in her ear. Her side ached. The voices got closer.

They wouldn't see her though. She was well-hidden. These were her trees. This was her time. No one would bother her. She knew how to hide, to run, to fall. She knew how to kill and how to survive. No one would be bothering her here.

The voices got closer. Flashes of white appeared between the trees. Peacekeepers. It must be some sort of routine check. Fortunately, they came and went quite quickly.

It's time to return home, she told herself. It's time to go die.

With a last look to the clear blue sky, Clarke saw a flock of birds take off from a tree a little way away. There was still pretty things for her to witness, she realized. That in itself was already a miracle.

The square was packed by the time she got there. Her dad kissed her on the cheek before fighting his way to the front, to the stage where he took his seat. The microphone stood front and center beside the big glass bowl. Clarke turned and wiggled her way through the crowd until she was standing toward the front with the other seventeen-year-olds.

Jeanine Matthews, the escort, looked immaculate. After Clarke's father told Panem's story, she came up to the podium and said happily, "Hello." Everyone fell silent. "Welcome to District 5's Reaping for the 74th annual Hunger Games!"

The crowd roared; everyone except Clarke cheered and clapped.

"And may the odds be ever in your favor," added Jeanine putting her hand inside the glass bowl and bringing out a piece of paper. But she didn't have to read it for Clarke to know what it said. It was obvious.

Another wave of noise filled the square when her name was called. The next thing she knew, Clarke was in the pathway, walking to the stage. The sun was still up, but her circulation had stopped. She felt frozen to her soul, but she was walking, she was almost to the stage.

And the others… she could see some familiar faces. Some of them were upset, it was true, mourning their stolen chance to bring honor to their district. But what really caught her attention was the others: the ones who just glanced at her, grateful that it wasn't them walking to that stage, thanking her mentally as if she had chosen to go on their place. For them.

Such grateful looks. Such relief.

Somehow that righted everything for Clarke. Warmth and feeling and all of Clarke's senses came crashing back to her. Better her than them. Beauty was still around during times like this. And if in her situation she was still able to spot it, then maybe others would too.

There was still hope.

She heard the baffled crowd around her and welcomed whatever it was to come.

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And be ready for the next chapter: bellamy