User blog:YourFavoriteSalmon/Derpy and Eugene: Return of the 150th Games

Derpy has just returned from her horrifying expirences in the 149th Games. But the capitol is not finished with her or Eugene as the next dangerous quell throws them back into the arena. But the 48 tributes this year are not going to put up with this, and are refusing to play the games. Can Derpy and Eugene survive the arena's horrors, or perish to them?

Chapter 1: Back Home
When I had finally settled home, and my family moved in, we were all good. It had been a year since I saw Rainbow's face and Bronze's corpse. Today the capitol would be announcing the quell this year and my mentorship would begin. I walked outside and the chill surprised me, as I could see my breath forming in mists. Eugene walked out in his usual tuxedo, which had a rose on it. He was 19 and I was 16, and we had been through a lot last year. "Well well look at you." I say and Eugene flashes me a smile. Most think he is a hideous monster, but I think it's what is on the inside that counts. "Got to look good for the reapings." he says. I smile, as I had gotten ready. Hazel fixed me up and made me look gorgeuos as usual. I watch as Brick walks out wearing a tuxedo like Eugene. We all go to Eugene's house to watch the announcement for the quell. Caeser folds some papers and says "Well Hunger Games fans, it is yet again another quarter quell year! The quell this year will be... New and Old Tributes!". The mood changes. I am shocked. I have to go back into that cursed arena to fight more tributes. I start to cry and Eugene tries to comfort me. Brick throws the TV out the window in anger. We attend the reapings. I can tell Taffy is not pleased, as she reaches in for the new tributes. "Ladies first..." she says poking her hand in the bowl. She reads aloud "Sunset Skyward.". I see a small 12 year old girl walk up to the stage. She reminds me of Rarity... with her pigtails and her purpleish hair. Taffy draws the boy's name. "Bulb Wattson." she says. A big boy about 16 walks up. He reminds me of Stone Rockgobbler... the boy from 2 last year. She then draws my name and I try to not cry. Then she goes over to draw from Brick and Eugene's bowl. "Eugene Tuxedo." she reads aloud. Eugene must have discussed that Brick was too old to go in, as Brick was 67... we board the train, this time no final words to our families...