Life on the Line

A Story by Amberly

Hunger Games/House of Anubis Crossover that I'm working on in Fanfiction.net! Hope you like it!

A/N: Hey! This is my brand new story and first crossover, Life on the Line. It's a crossover between House of Anubis and the Hunger Games. I don't own the Hunger Games, House of Anubis, or anything but the plot line and the OCs. So, enjoy! And don't forget to review afterwards!

Chapter One �" Nina

"Nina! Nina! Nina wake up!" my Aunt Sarah shakes me awake, and I groggily blink, then I yawn sleepily and stretch my arms. I just had the strangest dream. I was in a boarding school in… England? What was England? And then there was some Egyptian Mythology and a great mystery involved whatever the heck that was. There was also a… Sibuna? The details were hard to remember, as dreams always were. But there were friendly faces in it. I didn't know any of them besides my boyfriend, Eddie, and the some of the adults were officials in Panem.

"Nina, we have two hours before the Reaping. W-we need to prepare."

If there's anything my Aunt Sarah could say to get me fully awake, it was that. I didn't take any tesserae, but there's always a chance I'll be reaped and forced to be a tribute for District Twelve in the Hunger Games. I only have a small number of slips in the Reaping Ball… but I can't help but feel scared. Every child in the Districts is scared on this fateful day. Sarah quickly gets me out of bed, and I take a quick shower. Despite being one of the richest families in District Twelve, we don't have the best lifestyle, and that includes not having hot showers.

Sarah curls my hair and puts me into a pretty lavender dress, the best dress I own, and proceeds to doing my makeup. Makeup is only used for the Reaping day, when we're supposed to look our best. As if this is a big holiday or something. It's ridiculous, some things the Capital puts us through. But it's not as if I could speak up or anything. I'd just become an Avox, and then I wouldn't be able to speak at all.

"You look beautiful," my aunt says with a quivering, watery smile as we stare into the dusty, slightly cracked mirror at my reflection. I suppose I do. It's a shame that the one day I look like this is the Reaping day. I don't want to dress up for the Capital and their stupid Games, but it looks like I'll have to. I console myself, thinking that at least Eddie will like it. Suddenly my aunt looks over at the clock. "It's time for the Reaping," she says, and she both looks and sounds like she's about to cry. I hug her briefly, and then we head to the Reaping together.

We part as we enter the Town Square. I search for Eddie, and find him amongst the sixteen year olds, all of whom are in their own little group. The other age groups are clumped together too, as always, and I head over and run into his arms. "Hey," I whisper, unable to keep the fear out of my voice.

"Hey yourself," he whispers back, and think there's a hint of fear in his voice, too. "You look amazing, and beautiful," he adds.

I smile up at him. "Thanks. You look very handsome yourself." That's true. Eddie is in his nicest suit, like all the other richer boys in the District. I hope Eddie isn't chosen for the Boy Tribute for District Twelve. I couldn't bear the thought of him getting sent into that death trap. Suddenly, a little cough fills through the crowd, and Eddie and I look up to see the District Escort, Esther Robinson.

"Welcome, welcome," she says, as if she'd rather be in any other District than District Twelve. District Twelve is the lowest, most pathetic District in Panem from the Capital's point of view. Quite frankly, I rather live in District Twelve than the Capital. They may be richer than all of the District Twelve residents combined, but all of the District residents have way more brains, and we dress less weirdly. Today, Esther was sporting magenta colored skin, bright orange hair, and what looked like a dress made from aluminum cans.

Eddie and I look at each other with raised eyebrows, but Esther Robinson continues as if her attire is completely normal. "We will now choose one courageous boy and girl tribute from the Reaping Balls to participate in the 17th Hunger Games. May the odds ever be in your favor! Ladies first!"

Not me, not me, please not me! A little voice inside my head screams. I can tell Eddie is thinking the same thing, I can feel his eyes on me, looking with concern and worry.

"Our lovely girl tribute will be…" Esther makes a great show of picking a small slip of paper from the Reaping Ball for the possible girl tributes and grandly yet slowly opening the folded piece of paper. All I can think of is my wish for her to hurry up and find out who the unlucky girl will be.

"Miss. Nina Martin!"

"No way!" Eddie shouts in anger. But I'm frozen, filled with fear, surprise and shock. I'm… the girl tribute for District Twelve? I have to face off twenty-three others in a duel to the death? I didn't take any tesserae! So many people had more slips then me. Yet it didn't matter. The odds weren't in my favor, to say the least.

I feel like I want to cry, yet I can't. I untangle myself from Eddie's hug and slowly, still numb with shock, walk up to the stage. Esther has me stand by the only District Twelve victor and my mentor, Racheline Valentine, who won the 5th Hunger Games. My mentor doesn't look at me, but I know she feels pity. So does everybody else in the District. Aunt Sarah's crying silently, and yet I still can't cry a single tear.

"Now, for our dashing young boy tribute," trills Esther, as if this is all normal, which I suppose it is for her. "We will have…"

I barely pay attention to Esther. All I'm wishing for is that at least Eddie won't follow me into the death trap. That he'll live and never be Reaped. That he'll find another girl and settle down and have another family while I watch him from the afterlife.

"Eddie Sweet!"

Well, looks like the odds weren't in either of our favors. I shed a single tear as Eddie, with a shocked look on his handsome features, and then prevent the other tears from falling. I can't show the other tributes I'm weak. I can't show how much my heart is breaking.

Because how am I going to fight my boyfriend, the one guy I love? How will we both make it back? Then I realize that's impossible. In the Hunger Games, twenty-three children die, and only one lives.

A/N: And that's a wrap! I'm going to post the next chapter ASAP. But in the meantime, what do you think overall of the story? I'm sure you will all have questions. Where are the other members of the Anubis House? Will there be any Fabina? Well, you'll just have to tune in for the next chapter ;) Don't worry, it'll be worth it.