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Chapter 2- Ultimately Rebellion-Ramos's POV
I pulled my arms tighter in as I twisted my body my fingers, digging into the sand of the seabed, holding tightly onto that lung full of breath, my large hands scooping up the oyster's and other shellfish. I throw them into the net tie bag attached to my waist, before twisting my body around and using the sea bedding to push up and swim towards the surface. I gasp loudly, once from out of the slightly cooling water, one last days work before I faced my one last reaping.

I climb up onto the dock and hand over the small netted bag to my father, he's bored as usual and slightly removed from everything around him. For a second he looked up at me and I take obvious note as his eyes linger on my scarred yet impressively muscled body. He'll never forgive himself for the accident those few years ago where he'd speared me with his trident, my fingers lazily trace over the slightly indented markings over my abdomen from where it had stabbed into me. Just the few scars of many that now adorned my body, maiming me in ways that left me undesirable in ways to look at by others. I reached down grabbing the ratted and dirtied vest pulling it onto my body to cover my body, most scars covered but not those on my face. It had stopped bothering me a long time ago it was others around me that seemed to have built up some prejudice against me due to it, like I said I didn't care.

"I should get home to Ma need to get ready for reaping" I said expectantly, for years he'd been one to other some words to speak out against the capitol, but ever since his last brother, my uncle was killed for acts against the capitol my father has disappeared.
I don't waste my time with him, I was used to having one emotionally stunted parent in my mother, her incapability of being a mother due to her fear of growing, to attached should I be reaped was hilarious. She was an eccentric woman, I barely knew anything about her, I did know that I had killed for her. Most knew it too, a few months ago she'd been dropping off my collection of shellfish and a peacekeeper had accused her of hoarding food, he'd whipped her fifty slashes over her back. My father and I had gone out after him in the middle of the night and taken him from his bed, his body was at the bottom of the sea now. With no proof of us doing it other peacekeepers couldn't report or punish us, hadn't stopped them from being rough with us that was why I had the slightly swollen lip and cut above my eye.

I avoided her as I moved into our small home, heading into my room it was bare with just the bed and small drawer cabinet. We were better off than some but by no means comfortable as others. I dressed in the apparently appropriate clothing, I had no understanding of needing to look presentable but then again the reaping was the beginning of the Capitols most exciting sport, the Hunger Games.

Once dressed in the form fitting shirt and dress pants that were once my father's I headed towards the checking in area and then was fenced off with other males of my age group as we all awaited the reaping. It had become somewhat of a typical routine now in all the years I had seen the reaping take place. The female capitol presenter of sorts in her comically stupid accent speaking, I tried to ignore it push away that annoying ringing of the microphone too.

When she called out the name Autumn Mathews, I clap my hands and my eyes turn to her father a peacekeeper who had got rough with me more than once his face slightly bruised from the punch I'd delivered on him when he'd tried to hit me. There is no love lost between Autumn and the people of District Four a reaped girl who had her father find a way to get her out of it; I'd once heard my grandfather talk about an old saying to do with Karma coming around to get you. Well it appeared Karma was finally catching up with them.

I had never liked Autumn or her father, her mother I could tolerate probably due to the fact it had been her healer mother who had pretty much saved my life after being stabbed through the stomach with a trident. This was a good thing, Autumn being reaped who right the disgusting act of her escaping this before, I'd watch her death with a smile on my face as would my father I was sure. I watch her move onto the stage and can see it even if she doesn't want those in the audience to know, she's scared and I feel a sick sense of happiness in that. The audience once again turned to silence as the female host dipped her hand into the glass bowl of white little piece of papers holding so many people's fates.

"Oli Toms" she calls out in an excited tone, it's the shrieking sob that made me cringe though
I don't need to turn around to know that the cries are from the boy's mother, and I personally force myself not to turn around and face her, because I don't like seeing people show emotions, it doesn't sit well with me. I know it's bad though when I see peacekeepers moving into the young section of males and surround a small petit blonde haired boy, he doesn't even look old enough to be able to be reaped. It's a disgrace, a disgusting tyrant who would gleefully have children kill for a big show to please people for entertainment. The pain I experience in my stomach ever since the accident starts to flare and I turn away from looking at the young male, my eyes fixing on the female sobbing into a man's arms that openly seems to be crying too. There is no hope for a boy like this Oli, he will be dead before the games can even begin because he's just too small and even his parent's know he's dead. I notice my own parents only a few meters away from them and see the nonchalance the completely detachment at the entire event. Oli's parents clearly care and fear for him. I have no doubt they shower the boy in affection and love, I've never had that and I feel jealous and protective of it in that second. Before I know what I'm doing I'm shoving my way through the males around me until I'm forced out into the open.

"I volunteer as tribute" I shouted out in my deep husky voice the slight shocked looks that I receive to not go unnoticed, the large brute with a scarred face volunteering for a stranger it seems so odd.
Oli Toms may been reaped again one day but he is now safe for another year, I'm not sure why I'd step forward for him I'm willingly putting myself in something my entire family have called a disgrace for years. I can't help but consider who would be better capable for these games though, the small boy who probably barley knows how to take care of himself or the large male who rivals any adult in size and strength. I'm already a killer and I know how to fight, I can handle the games I can handle weak teenagers who have been starved most their lives and I can handle the ones who believe it's a gift to be in the games. The peacekeepers surround me once I volunteer and I see Autumn's father standing at my side smaller then me as I smirk down at him, once more being able to hit him in some way.

"Your girl is going to be my first kill peacekeeper" I snarled out close for him and the other peacekeepers to hear they can't touch me now, I'm one of the new stars for the hunger games in the capitol I'm becoming a celebrity
I climb up onto the stage and show nothing to the audience my face twisted with its prominent scarring across my features turning my lips into a permanent grimace. I don't take in the faces of the people of my district, I'm trying to put my mind in another place that same place I had to go when suffering through the sheer pain of having the trident ripped from my body, the same emotionless attitude as I beat a peacekeeper to death and dumped his body. I knew how I appeared those who saw me would fear me and I'd use that to the best of my ability, my face turned to Autumn though as we stood and the host said her finally words and I smirked darkly at her

It was people like her and her father that made this darker side of me the one that resembled the twisted career pack tributes needed, I wouldn't be killed without somehow marking the hunger games in my own way to make sure the capitol didn't have the perfect games like they always demanded.
"Let the games begin" I muttered out between my gritted teeth before turning and heading into the justice building towards my possible demise.