I rolled over in slumber. My back was aching. I opened my eyes to see my sleeping SIR unit, MAK. I could barely make out her shape. I sat up and remembered what today was. Reaping day for The Fighting Games. I fight to the death on live television. Shown live to all of Irk. The Almighty Tallest thought of it while watching The Hunger Games movie. Which I brought back from my fail of invading the planet called Earth.

It was only three years ago when that happened. I'm beginning to think that the idea that our leaders had was all of my fault and that the other Irkens in the Districts that The Tallest made, are wanting me to die instead of their kids.

I looked back to MAK her glowing purple eyes staring at me. "Good morning…" I said giving a light smile. She flashed one back at me. "Do you think we are going to make it through the assigning?" She quietly asked me.

"We will; I promise." I assured. But something felt wrong about this promise. Like it was going to be broken.