Okay so here's chapter 2. Where you will be introduced to Serah she's not in the hunger games series. I just made her up :3 so don't bother looking her up. Anyway like I said before don't like don't read.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of the hunger games. I wish I did but I don't.

Words beneath the Silence

Chapter 2

"And then when I was 23… oh you're going to love this one". The driver rambled. Through this whole agonizing trip the man wouldn't stop talking. I honestly don't care if President Snow gave he the award for 'best speaker' when he was eleven. This driver guy would get last place for 'who could shut up the longest'. Don't get me wrong, I mean its really nice having someone talk to you again, but he just seems to talk bout all the wrong things like President Snow and the hunger games. The two things I hate the most in the world. Even if the manager of the training center was the most cruel women in Pane, and she talked to us enough to keep us sane. Never once did she talk about the things that she knew could break us. She would beat us, she would work us to death but she would never break us. She hated us with all her being but something stopped her from pushing us over the edge, One of the many thing I didn't understand about the training center manager.

"So what district are you from boy" the driver asked interrupting my thoughts.

'YOU'VE GOT TO BE JOKING' I thought to myself. I'm an Avox I have no speaking ability and you're asking me a question that needs a voice to answer. 'How arrogant can these capital people get?'

"Speak up boy." Yelled the old man. It's like he forgot I couldn't speak. Instead angering myself over the mans stupid behavior I tried to make an excuse 'he's old maybe he's losing his mind or something'. I scratched the back of my red hair in response to his impossible question.

"Oh that's right…" the man began to speak again. "You criminals don't have a tongue to speak with." He started to laugh. His continuous high pitched laugher made my skin crawl. He was using my pain for his own entertainment. I clenched my fists around the seat belt and lowered my head down to hide the anger on my face. He didn't know my past but he gave me this automatic label as a criminal. He wouldn't understand… none of them would.

"Seems to me like you're from district 12, those people were always the messed up ones. The capital life has probley knocked some sense into you." The man let out more of his demonic laughter. Yes, I was from district 12 but we weren't messed up. The people I knew all my life were brave kind and strong. The people here didn't have an independent bone in there body. The people here are the messed up ones, its like all of there minds are corrupted with a thirst for power. That seeing there countries children suffer gives' them a reassured dominance against the other districts. That they can control anyone below them, they can control a worthless Avox… they can control me. I felt wetness on my cheek. "No…you can't let anyone break you." I thought to myself. I brushed away the cold wet sign of weakness and sat up fist still clenched on the seat. I just scratched the back of my head and gave a quick halfhearted nod and turned to the window. The arrogant driver was rambling about someone named Annie a victor of the games or something; he suddenly hit the squeaky breaks and the car stopped with a jolt.

That's when I saw it. We were stopped in traffic around the victors square. A young boy in an Avox uniform being held up by his ear's squirming to get free. His black greasy hair covered one of his eyes but in the other eye was overcome with pools of fear. Tears streamed down the boys face with a crowd of people behind him, laughing. A peacekeeper pulled up his gun up to the boys' forehead. I could almost hear him scream. The boy lay on the concert side walk a pool of blood surrounding his head. He had that special kind of stillness that let me know he was dead. The car began to move but I couldn't peel my eyes off that boy. He was helpless as people gathered around to watch him be killed. I couldn't help but think, 'could his fate also be mine?"

The old man broke my trance "Here we are son. Looks like the whole family came out to greet you" I heard the old man mumble under his breath "I don't see why" turns out the manager of the training center isn't the only one I'd like to see blow up in mine field.

I gazed out the window, their house was huge almost as big as President Snows. The house was mainly white but each window had black trim around them, making the house have a certain type of elegance to it. The whole long drive way that looked like it was dusted with gold was surrounded by various colored flowers. It was hard to take all of this in because I've never been somewhere so beautiful. I got out of the car clutching my uniforms and the golden letter while the old man followed me up to where the family was standing. There was a short plump woman with pink hair, rushing to fix her hat. An older looking frail sliver haired man behind her instructing three male Avox' that were carrying what looked like a red roll of fabric into there car.

Last came out someone I recognized the tall pink haired man dressed in a suit with a displeased look on his face as he gazed at the time on his pocket watch. It was Plutarch Heavansbee the head game maker. I've served him before and he happened to be one of the nicer people in the capital always saying please and thank you. I never usually even get eye contact.

"Lucky kid" said the old man whose face was in awe at the sight of the house "working for one of the wealthiest families in the Capital". Unable to respond I nodded nervously not sure what was to be expected. "Hello there, Hevensbee's" the old man took off his drivers cap and greeted the family. "I have your new Avox hot off the truck" I snarled at the statement. The plump women with the pink hair yelled "Well it would have been better if he'd shown up later. She's not even here yet and WERE RUNNING LATE!"

"Now Ma" Plutarch went behind the woman and rubbed her shoulders as an attempt to calm her down. "We can take him with us to the train station and then he can help our guest get settled."

"We don't have time to discuss this any farther Plutarch or well surely miss the train. He'll have to come with us; he'll help Jack, Penta and Regan." The three Avox' behind her nodded in agreement. "Driver what's his name" The driver looked stunned he didn't know what to say. He didn't know my name and obviously couldn't ask a mute what his name was.

"Name, give me his name!" the women was getting more frustrated and impatient as the driver tried to think of how to find out my name. I suddenly remembered the letter the manager gave me had my name on it. I pulled the letter out from the maroon uniforms and bent over to give it to the plump women. As she grabbed the letter from me, I felt a harsh and slap my face. I held my stinging cheek and backed away from the women not realizing I did anything wrong.

"How dare you! I asked the driver to give me your name not you! Never disobey me again! She said with her flustered expression as she began to open the letter. Mental note: don't help with anything unless told to'. This women is ten times more arrogant as the driver. Its not surprising though. Of course these Capital people would only be skin deep towards others. All they see is the criminal on the out side. Not the man on the inside. It hurts to think people will always be this way but it's sadly true.

"Darius" she said in her capital accent. "Well Darius since it's your fist day ill let this slide, but don't ever give me a reason to have to talk to you again." She turned to the blond Avox that was holding the jet black limo door open for her.

The old man turned to walk away. "Good luck" were the last word of the old driver before he left to get back to his rusty car. I watched the man leave taking all of my past with him. Looking at him I knew I would never see the other Avox' again, I would never see district 12 again. I sighed brushing those thoughts aside getting ready to take on my newest challenge. I jumped out of my skin when I felt someone grab my ankle. It was Plutarch he put another tracking bracelet around my ankle like the one at the training center so I can't escape from there residents. He stood up and brushed me aside while whispering something in my ear. The only word I could make out was 'sorry'. Maybe theirs one decent person in Capital.

The blond male Avox with the pooling blue eyes had reminded me so much of the boy back in town. The blond motioned for me to get in the back of the car I nodded and squeezed in with three other male Avox'. It was so cramped in the back of the limo there was barley enough room to breathe.

"OH MY GOODNESS LOOK AT THE TIME WE ARE GOING TO BE LATE.". Said the pink haired women franticly fixing her colorful hat as the silver haired man stepped into the drivers seat. The limo backed out of the drive way and went onto the black street just as it began to rain. I look up through the sunroof watching the sky's tears hit the window as the boys face flashed into my head. His screaming helpless facial expression waiting for someone to save him but no one would come. Watching the peacekeeper's smile with pleasure as he put the bullet through the Childs skull, this is what the capital has come to. The corrupt people that gather in audiences to watch bloodbaths, to see someone suffer. Is the only things they care about is themselves? Sure seems that way for as long as I've been here I've never seen one capital person that would care about anything else.

The rain drops began to fall harder as we arrived at the train station. I didn't think they were allowed to bring people from district to district from trains unless they were victors. It was a capital law unless President Snow had given his consent. We waited on the wooden platform as I held a pink frilly umbrella for Ms. Heavansbee. The rain now soaking me, my spiked hair falling brittle to the sides of my face the cold making me shake like a homeless cat.

'No… I can't show weakness to anything'. I stood up straight and tall as I watch two of the Avox' unraveling the red fabric to reveal a carpet. If there's a red carpet it probley means someone important is coming. I wonder which self centered jerk it would be this time. It felt like centuries until we finally spotted the headlights of the silver train. It kept going until we heard the wheels squeaking against the tracks sound ringing in my ear like fingernails on a chalkboard. The metallic silver train came to a complete halt. The door on the side slid open two capital attendant came out and put two large suitcases on the wooden platform as another attendant lead someone out of the train.

The girl stood at the exist of the train. She had raven hair that was long held in a clip. She had pale lips and brown eyes. When I saw here I almost called out for Katniss but her brown eyes said other wise. Her mascara was running below her eyes it looked like she had been crying. She was wearing a large leather jacket that didn't seem to be hers. The girl looked down at the red carpet and had a discussed look on her face; she got off the train and walk around the carpet. Ms. Heavansbee had a look of disbelief on her face as she walked away from the carpet with pride. "Serah" Plutarch finally reached out towards her and caught her in an embrace. The young girl hid herself in his shoulders almost looking like she was starting to cry. She pulled herself away and wiped her eyes "Hi Uncle Plutarch" she said straining her voice to talk.

Ms. Heavensbee opened her arms for a hug but Serah gave in return was a heartless glare. She eyed me behind the pink hair woman who was appalled by her grand daughter's behavior. I swallowed hard trying not to look in her eyes but I realized she was smiling at me. I just stared wide eyed. Ever since I became an Avox no one would consider giving me the time of day, (not that I could ask for it) but that one smile made me feel like I actually matter. Someone looked at me as a person not just another piece of garbage. She made me smile especially when she pushed the two male Avox' out f the way so she could carry her own luggage. Ms. Heavansbee looked so mad heat practically radiated off her red face. Serah threw her bags in the trunk and crawled into the car. Not caring what anyone else said against it. Things just got much more interesting

Well that's chapter two hoped you enjoyed. I'm apologizing now if some of my typing was bad I just got home and my fingers were frozen.

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