A message from my partner in crime, and author of this chapter, hermione-amelia-rose1479...

Hey guys, we're back. Sorry, we had this chapter and the next one done ages ago. But we've been busy and Factie here wasn't bothered to upload it... *fingers knife* anyway, so this is District 6. Um, we hope we got it down pat and hope you get the references.

By the way, news flash, because, most reapings are practically the same, we've decided, we'll do some reapings, some train rides and some remakes. We can do reaping flashbacks and everything, and hopefully get the pace a lot quicker, as Factie hasn't actually written anything yet, and we're pumped for the arena :)

Hahahah, factie. Nice nickname.

Anyway, sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy!

Bad Wolf: District 6

Christopher Eccleston and Rose Tyler

Rose's POV

I snuggled down further in my bed, trying to get some sleep, but I could already smell the tea. Mum was a morphling addict once. After my dad died in a transportation accident, she spent the last of the money he left us on the expensive drug. District 6, transportation. My dad was a bit innovative, trying to find ways to help people in transportation, but he was run over by a truck. They said he moved in front of it and some blonde girl tried calling for help. But no one came. They say she cradled him until he died, then informed mum, I was only a month old. Mum went straight and stopped taking it by the time I started school. I did gymnastics at school and came third out of our district.

"Rose dear, after the reaping, try to find a decent job." Jackie said. I had barely escaped an explosion at the factory I worked at. Okay, so I'm 16, but I work as a kitchen lady in the canteen, where I serve food for the men who worked there. I was the last one out, and it blew up. Investigations by peacekeepers said that it was a leak, but I suspected different, I knew something was wrong. I was delivering a lottery ticket to the maintenance bloke, when things started moving. I got out as soon as I could and the building was blown sky-high. But I distinctly heard someone telling me to run. I know I did, not just some fantasy.

"I know mum, but most factories are full." I said, drinking our meagre serving of tea. District 6 is pretty damn poor, and we hate travel, every other district must think it's out absolute dream. But, I know it's weird, but I like the sound of travel. Of course, we can't leave the district, but I haven't been further than a couple of factories down, where they hold the reapings. Mum had laid out some pieces of toast with a rare serving of jam. I hadn't expected jam, let alone strawberry. My best friend Mickey is like my mum's other son. His nan was blinded in a factory accident when some bastard let chemicals into the air, and didn't warn anyone. Everyone there were blinded to some degree, but Mickey's nan was totally blinded. Mickey's mum was gone, so mum was there to tell his nan what Mickey did in the playground, what he did in the school plays, how he acted. Mum had always wanted two kids, a girl and a boy. But only with my dad, Pete Tyler. She dated, but never married and never stayed with any boyfriends for more than a couple of months.

"Rose, one more thing. I bought you new clothes. I hope you like them," mum said eagerly

"Mum, you know we can't do that, if we do, we have to take out tesserae," I said instantly scared. I've taken out tesserae quite a bit. Twice actually. I'm 16 now. 3 more reapings. 3 more years of wearing the same dress and shoes. Most of my clothes were my mothers. I walked up, to take a bath, and as soon as I finished, I walked into my room. My room was only really divided from my mother's room by a couple of dressing screens and some furniture. I looked at the dress mum had bought me, it was a pretty shade of light purple. It started as a tight shirt, then moved out from my waist. There were thick rows of squares in darker purple along the hem of the skirt and at the top of the dress. I looked at a couple of my mum's old shoes and found a pair of simple black flats, that weren't really scuffed. You see, my mum wasn't all that poor. She was a little bit better off as my grandad had a higher position in the factory, but dad wasn't all that wealthy, as people in this district.

"Rose sweetheart?" Mum asked. "Is your plait still in?"

"Oh." I just realised, I had massaged that little bit of shampoo and conditioner into my now loose braid. So now, only the bottom was wavy. It still looked quite nice.

"That's fine. I have this. It was your dad's gift to you" My mum handed me a parcel of newspaper, undoing the crude tape, I found a small silver cog, embedded with flecks of gold and red. I knew it from the off as one of the cogs that are used in hovercrafts. "He found it one day and he decided, you should have it. Your aunt had it engraved." As I turned the small cog over, my name was engraved around its circumference: Rose Marion Tyler. Mum had threaded it to the only chain she could find, an ultra -thin chain that was usually used in call-machines.

"Mum, you didn't have to" I said, with tears, filling my eyes.

"Rose dear, just go, okay. Don't get reaped."

My day had already started, 5 hours ago to be exact. I'm 15 and my name is Christopher Eccleston. I know, weird name, but you'll get used to it. Panem never ships in workers from other countries, but a major crisis when I was 4 made my parents in the territory of Yorkshire, to apply for work, in Panem. Panem was desperate, but it left most of those kids with horrible memories. We were all injected with morphling at one point, seeing as we were all traumatised with what happened when we got here. Many of us were placed under strict interrogations and tests, to see if we were fit to live here. So hence, the northern accent. My parents had taken morphling and are now out of their minds. So now, they're gone. I live in the orphanage that the district and most of us older kids tend to help get the younger kids ready. There are about 20 kids here, and I sit with Adam and Lynda, seeing as they're the eldest.

"Chris, mate." That was Adam, with his short hair and that oddly circular cut on his forehead. "Have you got the little ones sorted?"

"John, Greg, Molly, Sherlock, Anderson and Jim are all brushing their teeth. Mycroft, Irene and Sebby are already done and dressed. And John is waiting for you to get his jumper over his head " I said, before our other third, Lynda entered. Her hair was in two buns on top of her head, an apple green dress on her rather thin frame, with her only shoes, a pair of sneakers.

"Adam, we're having a bit of a crisis. Anderson and Sherlock are fighting, and Anderson now has a large cut on his cheek"

"Have you told Matron?"

"Adam. We haven't had a matron for 5 bloody years" I reminded him. Our Matron swanned off a few years back, leaving us to 'run' the place. The District got us food and stuff, it's their duty. Panem will let us starve, but they won't let us die, they need people to keep the Capitol going.

"Ah yes. Forgot. Now one more thing." Adam said "Harry, Hermione, Ronald, Ginevra, Neville, Luna, Draco and Astoria are all waiting for you to do up their shoelaces, bows, buttons etc."

"Okay" I said, as I moved down to the room next door, where the youngest 8 resided. They were all 3-5 years old, and it was really quite sad, as: Harry and Hermione were cousins while Ronald and Ginevra were brother and sister. I could already see who would marry between them, but I honestly couldn't think of that, with reaping day and all. Their clothes weren't as worn out as the rest, but they were quickly outgrowing them. Hermione, Ginny and Luna needed their ribbons in their hair done up, which Lynda was doing quite quickly. Harry had his buttons all mixed up, which I had amended. Draco had his shoelaces all messed up, which took at least 5 minutes to undo. Then Ron needed his tooth pulled out. After all that was done, we found the kids who were getting reaped this year, all sitting together, waiting to leave. My green jumper was on, so were my best pants and shoes. Adam was wearing his best dress shirt. This year, Mycroft, Irene, Sherlock and John were all up for the reapings. It's Sherlock and John's first, while for Mycroft and Irene, it's their second. All the other kids are really young, and we have to stop them from causing trouble. So, as a group, we walked towards the area where we are all reaped. The youngest kids stayed together, while us older kids lined up to get our names marked off, in the form of a finger prick. We are now all officially present.

Rose's POV

"Hey Bad Wolf" Shareen said. My mate Shareen is one of my only friends. Mickey's already finished with his reapings, so now, it's just me and Shareen. Shareen was in a pretty blue dress, that suited her hazel eyes and dark brown hair. I'm known as bad wolf for a couple of reasons. I'm like a wolf at times, I stick up for people, ferocious and passionate. But that's gotten me on the bad-side of some people. I'm not that great at school, so aspiring people tend not to notice me. But you can be surprised with what I can think up of under pressure.

"Hey Shareen" I said, as we moved towards our area for the 15's. Mickey waved to me from the area where the adults stood. Mum was next to him and supporting his grandmother. I looked towards the mayor and the escort from the capitol: Millennia Glitchmob. She was dressed in eccentric shades of greens and silvers, the sequined silver blazer was blinding us all and causing a fire-storm in the skies. We've only got a couple of victors here. Cogs Hemmsight and Spark Barton. We watched the video and many of our eyes fell, being reminded why we had to do this. I thought it was inhumane, they didn't have to kill off children for pure entertainment, that was just barbaric.

"Hello District 6 and may the odds be ever in your favour!" Millenia said "Now, for the females." Millenia's hand hovered right above the bowl, then snatching a name up, my heart began to pound, hard. That awful feeling of foreboding.

"Congratulations to this year's female tribute: Rose Tyler!"

There it was. My name. It felt like some high-speed camera, everything in slow motion. Shareen whipped her head around in denial, looking into my eyes. Mum and Mickey looking on, tears flowing in their eyes. So many people stood unaffected, but so many more stood there in fear, as another life would be taken. I climbed up to see Millenia and her smirk.

"Well, Well dear, You're Rose Tyler. Such a pretty name for a pretty girl."

"The pleasure is all mine, rest assured," I replied coldly.

Chris' POV

"Sass." I said to Adam who nodded, still in shock. I sighed with only some relief, Irene hadn't been reaped. But it still left Him, Adam, Mycroft, Sherlock and John.

"Isn't she that 'Bad Wolf' chick?" Adam whispered to me, I nodded. That outspoken girl, she was sparky and kind, standing up to people and a talented gymnast too. And the girl.

She was the one I told to run. I was working a shift in the factory, when some idiot blew something up, the entire building exploded, so I tugged her sleeve in the right direction and told her to run. Thank God she didn't know me.

"Now for the boys," we were taken out of our momentary stupor to a moment of absolute fear. Millenia's hand seemed to taunt us, trying to determine which name was theirs. "And this year's male tribute is: Christopher Eccleston." I sighed, my name. She pronounced Eccleston wrong too. I felt Adam trying to keep his grip on my arm, but I had to walk on. Sherlock, Mycroft and John were at the ends of the rows, patting my arm as I went past. I spied the other kids who were too young, looking on in horror and sorrow. The final straw was Lynda, her tears, brining sadness to a usually bright and bubbly girl.

"Hello, You're Christopher Eccleston. How do you feel?" The bitch had the nerve to ask

"Fantastic," I replied sarcastically, in the corner of my eye, Rose sniggered, but supressed it well.

"Well then District 6. I give you your tributes," I looked at Rose, whose tears were falling unashamedly, the children who were left. There were still goodbyes, I just needed to remember, tell Sherlock, Molly and John in particular that I'm going to be alright.

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