Hey guys, Sam here again to bring you a NEW and improved hunger games story. (Hopefully better than the last: D)

Quick disclaimer - ' I own nothing but the characters/themes/costumes/places/Etc. But those I have made myself.'

Chapter 1

Boys will be Boys.

"Oi, Tiald! What the heck do you think you're doing in there?" Yelled Ghane to me, as I popped my head out of the emerald water; waving a bloodied spear wildly in the air.

"Look at this big bastard!" I yelled indicating the large, whiskered catfish impaled on the end.

Ghane shook his head and waved me over, quickly having a cautious glance around the corner of a nearby house.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" Ghane yelled at me, pushing me into the bricks. "You know you can't fish here, if the peacekeepers find you you're fucking dead."

I patted him on the shoulder putting the bloodied spear on the ground. "You worry too much friend, I've been fishing here for the last three years of my life, and no peacekeeper has brought me in yet. As if they would anyway, it's just a bloody fishing spot."

"It's reserved for the capitol, where the heck do you think you're going to sell that anyway? No one will buy it; it's... its stolen goods!"

"Well, you know that old burnt down warehouse just outside the District fences?" I asked, and received a curt nod in reply.

"Word has it, a new kind of trade has appeared, and is hosted there, they call it, 'The Black Market.' Ha, what a name..." I said laughing softly to myself.

"Black Market, Jesus Tiald, where do you hear this shit?" he questioned then looked at me accusingly, "you're not seriously going... are you?" Ghane asked, his eyes imploring me to reconsider.

"Look, I'm just going for a quick gander, hey I might even find a better spear, or a Bloody trident!" I said, my silvery eyes sparkling in the dimming sunlight.

Ghane sunk down onto the balls of his feet, gingerly inspecting the fish. "Bloody good catch mate, and through the head too."

"Look, are you coming or not?" I asked, not letting him have the chance to change the subject.

"I...Well... It seems kind of..." Ghane sighed and returned to his feet. "Well someone's gotta make sure you don't go killing yourself."

A grin swept across my lips as I laughed and embraced him.

"Well then, let's make a move." I said, sneaking back into the water.

We made it through the center of town and to the north fence, Ghane running like some kind of vegetable, because he insisted we "Hid" the fish, and by hiding it, he meant sticking it down his pants.

"Come on, Come on... god you look like such a dick with that fish hanging out of your pants." I laughed, it earned me a slight push, but he laughed too.

"Shh... listen." I said looking up and turning a finger to the fence.

"I don't hear anything..." Ghane said, looking confused.

"Exactly; the bloody powers off, Come on lets go." I said, helping him up the fence.

"Watch the wire mate." Ghane said, giving me his hand and pulling me up to the nearest branch of a juniper tree.

"Do you ACTUALLY know where you're going?" Ghane said, anger creeping up in his voice.

"Of course I bloody don't, I've never been out here, have you?" I said, matching his attitude.

He grunted, and nodded, understanding.

A crumbling warehouse stood in a large clearing; its windows broken and planked up, only darkness could be seen through where windows once had been. The only indication of life was a small plume of black smoke wafting through a mossy chimney.

The inside wasn't much better, it looked like an old clothing facility, tracks and hangers discarded and burned, a small fireplace stood at the far end of the building. Apart from the odd machinery and the fireplace, there was scarcely anything, or anyone, there.

I sighed exasperated when I saw the empty purses on the belts of the, what I assumed were meant to be merchants.

"Fucking hell; what a waste of time." I said kicking a crate, a gloved hand fell down on my shoulder and I turned quickly to see the face of a scarred old man, he said in a wheezy, tired voice. "More will come..." then he walked back over to the fire pressing his hands against the warm bricks.

"Well; what now?" Ghane asked, annoyed.

"I guess, now... now we wait." I replied sitting down on a nearby track.

Eventually, after an hour and a half, more traders began to arrive, and to my bewilderment, a merchant who said he hailed from the district 12 "Hobb". I began to ask how he had come all the way from District 12 without being killed, he just looked out a shattered window and waved a weary hand at his stock saying

"That's not for you to know I'm 'friad". When I looked down I noticed a few middle class javelins and an extravagantly carved trident, I licked my lips in anticipation, noticing how the black cloth fell loosely from his stomach.

'I'm going to get a bloody bargain off this guy' I thought silently to myself, whipping on a charming smile.

"I see you've got a pretty good collection here." I said, tapping the trident with my spear, the catfish now impaled on it again. I could see the merchant lick his lips.

"And I see you've got quite a catch today, one of the capitol's proud catfish I presume?" he replied offering a dirty but warm smile.

"Well I'm glad to see that we've made our directions perfectly clear, so how about we skip the middle steps and get down to the nitty-gritty?" I said, devilishly.

"Straightforward, I like that in a customer. Alright, name your price." he replied, either not caring or not noticing my arrogance.

"This trident here," I said tapping the same one again.

"Bugger off, I could get at least 3 of your stinking fish for that one mate, how about you try looking over in this section." he said indicating a rack of javelins.

I inspected them closely, noticing that the stock was made from what I thought was oak, and the head has been smelted on to the handle, not just tied up.

"This one" I said pointing again.

"Now that; I can put up with," He said smiling again fare welling me with "A fine transaction young master". He said hefting the catfish off my discarded spear.

We left shortly after, worried about the power being turned back on.

"Do you believe this? Look at that, you're going to make so much money. Hey, you're going to share with me right?" Ghane said.

"Hell yeah, buddy, if we didn't look after each other, who would?"

Ghane reached towards the fence about to press his foot down on the wire.

"WAIT!" I yelled and lunged forwards tackling him to the ground. "Fucking hell," I gasped "listen next time mate; you nearly killed yourself."

"What?" Ghane replied rubbing the back of his neck.

"Shh... Listen." I mimicked like last time. Sure enough the familiar hum of electricity sounded through the air.

"Fuck." Ghane said.

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the first chapter, sorry about all the swearing, but I'm trying to capture the "Boyishness" you know? That's what all the cool kids do right? Swear constantly? Hahahaha, anyway, REVIEWS are muchly appreciated, I REALLY, REALLY need the help.

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