Huxley Moon's POV

"Found a switch lamp," My older brother, Edi, short for Edison, told me as he set it down on my work bench. Which was really just a bunch of empty boxes with tools scattered all over it. It was a mess, but for now, everything that I needed was out and within reach. "Just like you told me."

"You're too kind." I replied with a smile as I picked up the rusted, but still functioning piece of shit. Edi returned the grin before I started to dismantle the desk lamp. "You think they'll like it?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the work.

"I think they'll like it very much." Edi answered as he sat on the metal chair beside his bed. "Honestly, I think it'll help the cause very much."

"Anything to help my darling brother." I said to him, lying through my teeth. Well, some what. My brother was aligned with the rebels, and because of that, it was easy for me to get close to them. My brother found them, and when he started to talk about how he had joined them and were supporting their cause for a free Panem, I couldn't help but let the imagination take place.

For the rebels, they were like a meal ticket. All I needed to do was get through their found door and gain their trust. Having my brother with them made things a little bit easier, but I had to do something for them. And so, I did.

If there was one thing that the rebels appreciated it was support, but that alone didn't get them to trust you. No. They needed more than just support. You needed to actually do something for them. Make them think that you were one of them. That you would be supporting their noble cause.

That's where me and my talents came in.

I could build things. I could somehow always see how things worked and how I could get them to work for me. I just knew how to place things together. That's where the bombs came in.

I gather supplies, or my brother or sweet little innocent sister, Elinor, come in. Sure my little sixteen year old sister wasn't as welling as my twenty one year old older brother, but she was less likely to be a target to the watchful eyes of the peacekeepers, so she was the one to ask for help more often. She may wonder why, but I wouldn't tell her why I needed those things or why she was running around the district collecting metal scraps. She didn't need to know, and mom and dad didn't need to know either.

It would be so much harder to do things as they watch. So much hassle. But what they don't know can't hurt them.

"I can't believe that you are actually helping us." Edi happily said. "I mean, I thought you were going to be like mom and dad and Elinor. Just not getting involved, like most people. All they do is bitch and moan about how fed up they are with the Capitol, but do nothing about it. At the very least though, our family is neutral. Right?" He then winked twice. I grinned at him, even though I didn't really give a fuck about the Capitol or the rebels.

The Capitol people were idiots, but they knew how to keep order for the most part. The rebels though, it seemed that they were fighting a hopeless war. They were out numbed, out gunned, and most of all, they were desperate. So when I started supplying them with bombs, they gladly flocked to me.

For a small fee, I would let them buy bombs off me. The basic ones were easy to make. Mix in a few ingredients, add a fuse, fill it with shrapnel, and presto, one homemade pipe bomb.

Others were a little harder to make. Ones with detonators or a delayed charge, or something more powerful, those were the ones that fetched higher prices. And for all I care, the rebels can keep on blowing shit up as long as they keep on paying me.

My family and I may be middle class, but more money, more food, more supplies or whatever else we wanted never hurt anyone. Besides, everyone wants more, what makes me so different from them? Nothing. Except that I actually do something other than bitch about how I want more.

"Hey, what can I say?" I told him as I screwed in the last parts of the improvised explosive. "You convinced me. And hey, the rebels are helping out our family more than the Capitol ever did."

"You know it little bro." He sighed joyfully as he leaned back in the chair. "And just think. When the rebels finally take over this district, they'll move out to the other districts. Then the other districts will rise up and take over those districts. And soon, we'll be big enough to take on the Capitol and all it's peacekeepers."

"Yeah." I answered, screwing the shell shut. "But for now, it's people like you and your buddies that need to start the first stage." I told him before handing him the bomb.

"Don't worry, Huxley," He said before stuffing the bomb into his jacket pocket. "With these babies, we'll be taking down peacekeepers left and right."

"Hope so." I then pointed to the door. "Jamison's outside. He knows the best routes, so stay close to him. And please don't scare him too badly. You know how he is."

Jamison. Eighteen, just like me. But unlike he, he's scared about getting caught. So scared that ever since he started to help me with being my courier from time to time he's afraid peacekeepers are going to nab him off the street. I keep on telling my friend he won't get caught, but all it does is make him jumpy. I don't know why I try anymore.

And he's with my brother for another reason. While it wouldn't look strange if the two of us were out together, we'd have a harder time explaining why we were out wandering the district late at night. The peacekeepers would more than likely search us and find the explosives. Couldn't let that happen.

Also, Jamison with his light brown hair and light complexion made him different from me and my family with our Asian features. Black shaggy hair, tan skin, and wide dark eyes. If they got stopped, they might have an easier time explaining themselves. My brother was just leading Jamison home or something.

"Yeah, I won't." Edi assured me before he opened the exit door and proceeded to leave. "Hey Huxley," He called back before he was completely gone. "Be careful will you. Don't go out and scrounge unless it's safe."

"I looked back to my older brother.

"I'm always careful." I answered.

Eve Datter's POV

Bang bang bang. That's the sound of the hammer striking the scrap nails that I could find into pieces of sheet metal and tin. It echoed through the neighborhood, probably waking those that had been sleeping. But then again, there were people that couldn't, or wouldn't sleep. So instead of trying to sleep, they didn't their own activities.

For me, it was trying to fix the roof of my home. It was raining, and while I did have a rain jacket on, the rain continued to harass me. Even worse, it was late at night, past midnight, dark, and cold. I could only see thanks to the flashlight I held in my mouth.

"Stop that stupid banging girl!" An older man yelled at me from a few houses away. "I'm trying to get some sleep here!"

I took the flashlight out of my mouth and yelled back at him.

"I will! Just hold on a few moments!"

"Better only be a few moments! Otherwise I'm coming up there and making you stop!"

"Bring it." I muttered, knowing that he was likely just talking. Most people wouldn't want to step out of their homes at this time of night, in this weather, just to have someone stop fixing their roof. I didn't want to be out here myself. But at the same time, I did. Because if this roof wasn't completely fixed, it would be so much colder inside, and I didn't want my little sisters to get sick. If they got sick, then I would of failed as a sister. I've got to take care of them, because if I don't, then who will?

I know that they can take care of each other, but the thing is, they're too nice for their own good. And when you live in this part of District Three, you can't afford to be too nice. In Raysville, you're either the one that takes from people or the one that gets taken from. I'd like to say that I'm of a higher breed. I take from those that take.

I didn't enjoy it, but it was what I had to do to survive. Plus, when you take from those that take, you usually get more than usual.

Funny, now I'm thinking about how this can apply to all of life for everyone. The Capitol takes from us and we have to suffer because of that. I mean, they give us those horrific Hunger Games and take away most of our resources, making us live in this crappy life that we live. They take and take and take, and they have so much. Because unlike those of us that live here, they have so much money that they could save so many people, but choose not to. We take from people because we have no choice. But the Capitol... They take because they can. I hate them. I wish that they could be brought down.

Luckily, there's the rebels for that.

I stop hammering for a moment to take a drink from an old thermos. The soup I made was now only luke-warm, but still really delicious. If there was one thing that the rebels like more than me hiding them supplies and stealing tiny things from the peacekeepers, it was the food I made for them.

I don't mean to brag, but my love for cooking matches how good the food is. A mystery to many, including myself. I don't know how I make food so good, but ever since mom and dad died in the factory accident, I'd like to say that I learned how make food that my sisters and I can stand to eat.

If it weren't for my sisters, I'd join the rebels and be their cook or something like that. But I don't want to place my sisters in any more danger that they're in right now. If I fight and die, who will take care of them? The rebels might, but I don't want them to be a part of their lives right now. They're too young. At fifteen, fourteen, and twelve, they're too young to be fighting.

So instead, I'm working as a manual laborer in a factory, moving supplies and whatnot. That's how I get the supplies I supply for the rebels. A gear here, a switchboard there, as long as it ain't too noticeable, the factory managers never do find out.

There really isn't anything that an uneducated person can get other than that. Seventeen years old, and all I can get is hard labor work. Maybe it's because they joke that I look more like a District Eleven girl than District Three.

Well muscled, but lean. Short, curly black hair. Large brown eyes that are too far apart from each other. Yeah, sooo District Three.

So yeah, maybe with the rebels, they'll be able to finally free Panem from the Capitol's greedy hands. If that happens, my sisters and I won't have to worry about being hungry again and having to fear those dreaded games.

You know, maybe if Davy is up to it, I could ask him if he's interested in joining up with th-

The sound of feet hitting the lightweight ladder on the side of my house started to clank. I sighed as I thought of that guy threatening to come up and stop me if I continued to work. Well he can't stop me from fixing this roof, at least temporarily. If my sisters catch a cold because of this guy, there's going to be hell to pay.

I turned around to face the guy. "Hey buddy, I told you a few-"

Phow.

What was that sound? And why am I getting dizzy?

I wobbled on my feet before I dropped to my knees. Dropping my thermos, I wondered what was happening to me.

I looked towards the ladder, and saw that it wasn't that cranky neighbor, but a couple of masked men. Their bodies covered in body armor, a face mask, and mirror goggles.

What-

A/N: I've got to stop ending the chapters this way.

When we get to the arena, the chapters will be longer. I hope.