Thiago Fredericks

If there was one thing that made me better than anyone else in this district, it was that I had the money to be better than everyone else. Because unlike everyone else, I could live a life without starvation without working my ass off, only to still be hungry at the end of the day. And then after a day of serving those that can afford to live the high life, they go back to their shitty shakes and sleep on the cold, damp floor. The kids would complain about how their stomachs hurt, and the parents would have to listen to them complaining.

And if that wasn't bad enough, they would have to do something illegal or desperate in order to continue to live their pathetic, pitiful lives. That usually didn't end up too good for them, because when the peacekeepers caught them, they'd be punished severely. And then they'd still be poor, hungry, sick, weak, and in addition to that, hurt.

Life for them wasn't worth living, but they tried to survive anyway, but why bother? What did they want in their worthless lives? More money? Maybe they kept on living in the hope that they'd earn enough to make their lives better, but that was a fools dream. The only thing those people were good for was working in the factories, producing the products that we send to the Capitol.

My father, the owner of the main factory of the district, was hated by the district because he would make them do hard labor for long hours day after day until they become too injured to work or drop dead. Why? Because he could, and those people were willing to work like that.

Apparently there were some people that didn't think that they should work, that just because you were willing to work in our factory that we should treat you better. And that's where those goddamn rebels came in. They made life a nuisance by trying to rally up the working class and make them give up the lives that they had been living before.

Bunch of bastards I say.

And then there were the peacekeepers, who were just as bad. They wanted us to obey these useless laws and hinder us from doing what we wanted, when we wanted. If I wanted to show someone my superiority, they stopped me from doing so. If I wanted to feel good and do some drugs, they'd try to stop me. Hell, if I wanted to do something they'd be watching me, wanting to stop me from having fun.

The peacekeepers should just leave and let nature take its course. The weak will die and serve, while the strong will live and thrive. Just like they are now, but properly. If you weren't strong you were submitting yourself to someone stronger than yourself. And right now, two of them were learning their place in life.

"I'm sorry," One of them cried, holding his hands up weakly. "I'm sorry for-"

"Shut the fuck up." I told him before I once again kicked him in the face. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he collapsed onto the ground a fourth time.

These two faggots needed to learn something about respect. They needed to respect someone that was higher than them. They were at the bottom of society. And I was going to teach them that. "Should obviously learn your place you queer." I snarled at him. "People like you are at the very bottom of the food chain."

Life wasn't taught at some bullshit school that taught you how to add and get along with people. No. Life was a teacher, but some students refused to learn the way the world worked. There were high up people, people that ruled and were on top of things. People like me, who could do anything they wanted and had the right to do so. Or should be able to, because nature and the way of nature's law says we should.

Below us were people that lived their lives, but did nothing with it. They had the means, but they lived their lives day by day, doing nothing, accomplishing nothing, just like the lower class. Going nowhere in life because they couldn't go anywhere. Typical middle class people.

Then there were the scumbag low levels. The ones that ran around like rats, picking up the trash that those higher than them threw out so that they could continue living on their pathetic, pointless lives. Those that populated the streets and begged their superiors for money and work. If we were merciful, we gave them work, only for them to complain later. They should just suck it up and work until they were no longer useful.

And then there were these faggots on their knees.

Women weren't very high on the ladder of life, and neither were those that were tained with colour. Women were made to serve men and reproduce, but even then they weren't very useful. My mom was a great example of that, always doing nothing but smoke. And those of a coloured nature, they weren't people, just evolved apes that could barely qualify as sub-human.

But queers, those fuckers weren't natural. "Time for me to show you just what you deserve."

I then started to kick the faggot, hard. He tried to defend himself by raising his arms up, but my foot broke past his worthless defenses.

After this fag hit me across the mouth, trying to protect his boyfriend, I knew that I had to teach him some manners. I mean, how dare he hit me!

"Stop." His gay friend coughed out weakly. He had gotten his beating, he wasn't going to get up, so I continued to kick my victim. "Stop." He repeated.

Blood continued to pour from his mouth and he was getting his skin ripped off his arm and face when I was suddenly grabbed from behind and jerked away from those queers. Enraged that someone would dare touch me and stop me from teaching a life lesson, I turned to see who was stupid enough to do so.

There I faced five grown-ups in white uniforms. Peacekeepers. Those that were supposed to be of a higher level, but instead, sold their souls to be here in the district to uphold pointless laws instead of letting nature take it's course.

"What do we have here?" One of the peacekeepers said with a cocky smirk. "A law breaker?" They then pulled out their melee weapons, a cylinder that expanded three times its length with a flick of the wrist. "Looks like someone needs to be taught a lesson in the name of law and order."

I growled at them. How dare they threaten me. Don't they know who they're talking to?

Small, thin, with short, curly blonde hair and fair skin, I had the facial features of someone that was high up in the district. They should of recognized me.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked them as the slowly paced towards me. "Do you know who my father-"

I felt sharp pain appear in my left ribs before I felt a heavy boot hit me in the chest. Next thing I knew, I was on the ground and in pain. Tightness and fire raged within my ribs as I clutched them with my hands.

"Zavier Fredericks' eighteen year old son?" One of the peacekeeping assholes asked.

"Yeah," I told them, getting to my feet. "That's right. You better get out of here and mind your own fucking business before I tell him what you've done to me."

The peacekeepers looked at each other and laughed. What was so fucking funny?

"Daddy's money ain't going to save you this time you little brat." One of them said before I felt their hard metal objects hit me from all around. I couldn't defend against all of them, and soon found myself on the ground again, feeling as if my bones were going to snap at any moment. "And if I'm being truthfully honest, I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

They continued to hit me with their weapons. My whole body was coursing with agony. I hated them. Them and the authority they thought they had. I was strong, and they were weak. I was rightfully higher than they were, and they were beating me. Laughing and mocking me, saying how I was helpless now without my father's support and money. Now that I was alone and there was nothing I could do about it with nobody else around.

I would cry, but I couldn't do that in front of those faggots and the bastard peacekeepers. No, I couldn't do that. Ever. Only females and faggots cried, and I was neither.

After what seemed like forever, a new voice occurred.

"We'll take it from here."

Though I hurt all over, I looked up, so see figures covered head to toe in black. I didn't know who they were, but the peacekeepers in white seemed to respect them, so they were probably some more law and order cunts.

"All yours." A white clothed peacekeeper said before one of the black clothed figures lazily pointed a handheld gun and me and fired.

Astrid Luffet

He wanted me, badly. I saw it the moment I looked into those eyes of his. He didn't seem like anybody special, so I continued to scout the area for potential partners. Someone that might look like someone that I'd want.

At first, he didn't make a move, but then eventually, he made his way towards me and started to chat with me, and at first I wasn't interested, but then he started to talk about things that I thought were interesting. That's when I really started to listen, and he started to become interesting.

Pretty soon, I wasn't interested in any of the other people in that illegal hangout. Why? Because he kept on saying the things that I wanted to hear. He complimented my pink dress and the shoes that I managed to keep clean, even in this part of District Eight. Complimenting my looks, how I was just the sweetest thing, and how I wasn't like the other girls in the district. Saying that he was with the rebels and were fighting for our freedom for a better life.

Everything about him was just perfect. He was perfect. Perfect for me. We were meant to get together. He didn't even seem to care that, at twenty years old, he was five years older than me.

With flawless porcelain skin, dark brown hair that was slightly longer than shoulder length, and facial features that looked like they were crafted by the finest artists, it wasn't hard to see how I could attract people to me. And then there was my height, I was short, probably around four and a half feet give or take. And thin, can't forget that.

But if there was anything that got people to notice me, it was my eyes. Doe eyed that were the shade of perfect sky blue. Many had told me that I was the most striking little girl that they had ever seen. And even though I looked more like I was twelve or maybe even younger, I wasn't going to correct them, because you can't correct something that was true.

It helped that I had the money to look this good, being in the best possible position in the district. My mom and dad were the best parents I could ask for. They took great care of me, and if I asked them for something, they'd give it to me. I wouldn't want to change anything about my life.

As he grew more and more confident that I wanted him, he kept on getting more and more bold. Me charming him helped as well, but it wasn't that hard, it was easy to know what he wanted to hear, and it made it easy for me to get closer to him.

And soon, because of those drinks that smelt of gasoline, he wasn't thinking all that clearly, but clearly enough that he was still in control of himself. This made my job easier, as I suggested we get out of here and have some fun, just the two of us. He readily agreed, and we made our way across the streets of the district.

He was humming happily to himself, holding my hand gently as I guided him to the location I had suggested. He was looking around and holding me close, like he was protecting me from the bad people of the district. I told him how kind he was, and that brought a smile to his face.

We arrived at the spot I had suggested, a run down house that wasn't much to look at, but I had told him that it would offer us tons of privacy, because I knew for a fact that the home was abandoned. It was going to be reconstructed into something else, but for now, the district didn't know what to transform it into. So for the moment, nobody even bothered to step foot into it.

I lead him down to the basement, so that nobody could hear us while we were doing our business. He readily agreed.

He asked if I knew what I wanted from a man, and I told him that it wasn't my first time. He was surprised by that, but that seemed to only make him want me more. I told him that I was into bondage, and that I liked being the dominant one. He said that he wasn't used to that, but for me, he'd give anything a try. Heh, a simple bat of the eyes and I could get people to agree with me. That's just how great I was.

He let me tie him up to a table with rope that was neither too thick nor too thin. His hand and feet firmly attached to the table legs.

I got on top of him, laying just above his belt before I slowly removed his shirt and rubbed my hands over his chest. I caused him to moan in pleasure. I then unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down before I got back on his gut.

"How do you feel?" I asked him seductively.

"Fucking amazing." He sighed with lust. "I can't wait to experience what you do to me next."

"Well, I was going to make you wait a little bit longer, but I guess we can skip to the good parts now."

His eyes were full of lust and his mouth curled into a smile before I sank my nails into his sides, just below the ribs, causing him to howl in pain. Loving the sound of his screams, I twisted my nails within his flesh, feeling the warm blood flow down the tips of my fingers.

"What the fuck!" He shouted in confusion more than anything. "What in the actual fu-" I ripped my nails out of his sides before he screamed again. I brought my hands to my face and licked the sweet and metallic blood running down my fingers. Oh how I loved that taste. "You..." He said, his voice shaking slightly. "You little bitch! Why! Why?"

"Why?" I giggled. "Didn't I tell you earlier that we were going to have some fun?"

"You... You brought me here so that you could AHHHHH!" He yelled as I raked my nails down his chest, creating red rivers that quickly overflowed and ran down down, creating new rivers.

"Aren't you having fun?" I asked with the most innocent voice. "You said you wanted to have fun, and I told you that we were going to have fun together."

"Please." He pleaded. "Please let me go."

"Now why would I do that?" I asked him, pulling out the small knife that I kept hidden on my thigh. "So that you can go blabbing to your little rebel friends?" I giggled at that. "I'm not letting you go anywhere you rebel scum." I stabbed him in the lower ear, giving him a nice, big ear piercing before I pulled out the blade, causing blood to pour out of his newly split ear. "You and your friends have been creating a lot of trouble for my daddy. You know, the head peacekeeper."

It was probably at that moment that he saw that I wasn't going to willingly let him go, so he started to struggle, but it was useless, the knots that I tied were strong enough to hold someone stronger than him. He wasn't my first, and he wasn't going to be my last. "Aww," I said to him like he was a cute, small animal. Like the ones that I would crush under the heel of my boot. "Don't struggle too much baby. You'll just die tired."

"Why do you want to kill me?" He asked, his voice shaking furiously.

I could say to him that, in addition to making my dad's life harder than it already was , that he was opposing the Capitol and wanted to take away my way of life. That they damage the stores I like and get people to stop doing their jobs, making the Capitol get less stuff. I could also say that they were trying to take away the Hunger Games, a source of entertainment.

All of those were valid reasons, but I told him the main reason I was doing this.

I carefully slide the bloody knife across his face, not cutting his face open, but enough that he was feeling something. It scared him, and I liked it. I continued to slide the knife across his face, spreading his own blood on him before I reached his ear, leaned down towards it, and whispered.

"Because I can."

A/N: I wanted to put in a thing about open wounds and hot candle wax, but couldn't find a spot to put it in.

Anyway, hi everyone and welcome to the new year. How were your new years? Mine was mixed. I guess slightly more on the positive note since I found out that a couple of my friends are okay after all.

Thiago, I hated writing his part. Astrid, loved writing her part.

When the games finally do come, the fights will be longer, more detailed, and more gritty. Same with the murders.

Only three more reapings to go. District Seven is up next.

I'm not going to update for a bit (again...) because I'm going to be doing a project for the university close to me.