District Six Reaping

Zepto Dotes' POV:

I don't know what's happening in my life. One moment I'm living under the train station in six and the next moment I'm standing in a twelve year old section for some annual thing called the Reaping.

Morphling is a potent and addicting drug. It makes you lose all your feelings, thoughts, senses, and memories. I definitely don't have a family and I don't know where I came from. Since I could remember, I've been living on the streets in six as a homeless child. I've tried to stay away from the orphanages since I hate being bossed around by older people. There are some other kids like me and I try to stick with them. They kids in my group think they are all in a gang. However, they don't really do any naughty things other than buying the morphling drug from dealers in exchange for a favor. Usually, the favor is to volunteer at this thing called the Reaping. Since I'm so young I don't really pay attention to any of that stuff except when I want the morphling. The dealers always give us kids plenty of morphling for a whole year which is a great bargain.

The "gang" I'm in has to stay secret. Even though I'm officially twelve now I can't walk around the district freely because then Peacekeepers could capture me and send me to the orphanage. Eventually, a Peacekeeper found me, but rather than sending me to the orphanage, he let me stay at his place. None of the other kids in my Disrtict knew where I went and that was totally fine with me. I think he could tell I was on the morphling because I was hallucinating and everything I saw occurred very slowly.

The Peacekeeper started to talk to me once the Morphling wore off. He asked me for my name and age. I told him the truth and said I couldn't remember my name due to the morphling, but I thought I turned twelve recently. Without alerting me, he stuck some needle into my finger which caused me to bleed. The Peacekeeper told me that the needle told him my name was Zepto Dotes and I was twelve years old. He also told me that the Reaping was tomorrow and that I would have to go. I asked him what the Reaping is and what's it for and all he told me was that I could be reaped for an event called the Hunger Games.

I've heard of the Hunger Games through advertisements shown by the train station. I know the Hunger Games were not a good thing.

Cyra Nerezza's POV:

Silence. That is the sound I love hearing.

The people in District Six probably don't even recognize me. I am a person who stays quiet and hates talking. If someone were to walk up to me and say, "Well good morning miss! How's your evening goin'?", I would slit that persons throat. Oh yes, I'm one of those evil people as most would call. I love killing. It's an art to me. There are so many weapons you can use and so many parts of the body you can hurt while the person still suffers with agony. I don't kill quickly. Instead, I kill slowly. I love the sound of my victims as they scream in pain and beg for mercy. Of course, I won't give it to them. I never will give mercy to anyone.

Anyways, let me tell you about my life. Both of my parents were morphling drug addicts and my father was a heavy drinker. Most of the time, my parents wouldn't even know I was their daughter. Ever since I was five, my dad would always walk into the house after working at the auto shop, and beat the crap out of my mom until she would stop moving. He would verbally abuse my mom and I too. Every time he stepped foot into my house, I hid in a cabinet, making sure he wouldn't come after me. When I turned ten, my father brutally beat my mother to the point where her heart stopped. I didn't know how to stop him and save her as I watched through the small cabinet crack. Coincidentally, my father suddenly dropped dead from an apparent heart attack. In an instant, both of my parents were dead and Peacekeepers shipped me off to the Orphange.

After the death of my parents, I started seeing hallucinations of my mom. Instead of seeing her in a beautiful way, I saw her battered and bruised throughout her whole body. At age fourteen, my mom commanded me to kill a person. I had to redeem myself from not being able to help her so every time she commanded me to kill, I did. Somehow, I am eighteen and have killed twenty people in the past four years without getting caught. Murdering was sort've my thing. Killing was my skill. To get out of the Orphange, I took a job at a mechanic workshop and worked for a guy named Caleb. We have talked briefly, but he was the only person who knew about me. It's funny to think he never caught me killing since I've used so many of his tools before on victims. Oh well, the past is the past.

Honestly, I was thinking of volunteering this year because I want to get out of this hellhole in six and I also want to kill other people outside of my district. At eighteen, this was my last chance to leave district six for good.

Many of the girls were scared during the Reaping. Like always, our escort Michelle Cleansmen, chose a name out of the females' bowl. Once she read the name, I was going to volunteer.

"Cyra Nerezza!"

"I volunt-", wait what? I was reaped? I scoffed to myself and thought how ironic my situation was. None of the girls or boys knew who I was and I could tell as their faces looked like question marks. As I reached the stage, I couldn't wait to see the boy tribute from my district.

Zepto Dotes' POV:

So a girl walked on stage and she looked freaky. She was around 5'11, had brown skin, and stared coldly at the group of kids. Then, the adult woman walked to the bowl which I thought must be full of boys names. I wonder if my name was in there?

"The male tribute from District 6 will be… Zepto Dotes."

All the kids looked at the boys section trying to find me. To be honest, I was trying to find myself too. All of a sudden, the Peacekeeper who took me to this Reaping, walked to my section, grabbed my hand, and shouted, "I found the boy!"

The woman on the stage exclaimed, "Ahh, wonderful! Come here Zepto. Don't be afraid."

She seemed reassuring, so I followed the Peacekeeper to the stage and saw all the child who seemed puzzled at me. I guess all these kids didn't know who I was, or maybe they didn't know who the girl was, or maybe I was on the morphling and this was all a dream. I don't know what's happening right now, but I don't care since all the attention is on me.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Your tributes from District Six are Cyra Nerezza and Zepto Dotes!"

"Who the heck are those kids?", asked some boy from the sixteen year old section as the two tributes walked off the stage.

Author's Note: This was an interesting chapter to write. Both tributes were very different compared to the previous ones. Let me know what you think by writing a review! Stay tuned for the District 7 Reaping!