Stellan grew silent. The factory was bustling with laughter, but he had none for today. He was scared. The reaping was soon. What would happen? Would get get reaped?

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Morderus slowly walked into the factory, with his twin sister Amelia behind him."Just don't say anything. I need to talk to someone.", he whispered to his sister as he tapped his buddy, Stellan on the shoulder. "I got you lunch. It's a grilled chicken sandwich. I tried my best.", Morderus whispered as he dropped the paper bag somewhere safe.

Stellan jumped and turned around to see Morderus standing there. He was in his own world, daydreaming. Morderus knew better. "Don't scare me like that," he said. "Thank you." Stellan was trying not to sound mean. But he was scared, his name will be in a kazillion times this year, and what would be the outcome? He would most likely get reaped. His name will be written on that slip of paper and the woman will say, "Stellan Grey!" With a huge smile on her face. But she doesn't know the pain that the people go through. Stellan had been training, but that doesn't mean he wants to go into the arena and stab another kid his age in the back, literally. "Sorry." he stated.

"Oh. It's fine. I should be saying sorry. Didn't mean to scare you like that, bud.", he said, patting Stellan on the shoulder. "I see something's bothering you. Is it the reaping? My sister's pretty scared about the reaping too." Amelia gave him that look, the look that said "I'm not scared!" Morderus smiled at Stellan politely.

Stellan nodded. "No, don't. It's fine. And yes. The Reaping." he answered. Stellan looked across at Amelia, Morderus' sister, then she glared, and he put his focus back on Morderus. "You seem unaware of it almost,"