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(District eleven Tasi Merkava)

I hear a voice that sounds far away interrupting my dream. I murmur something that sounds like. "No I have to cut this wood." In my dream my foot is perfectly fine and I just have to keep cutting wood.

"Tasi." The voice cuts through again firmer this time. "You need to wake up. Now!"

I roll over and open my eyes. I glance up and see Haloti standing over me. He might as well be my father. He's sure as hell a better father than my real dad. I shake off the painful memories.

"Why do I have to get up so early?" I moan and roll over.

"Reaping day."

"Well crap… I'll be down in a minute." I respond a sense of dread overcoming me. While I may be huge I can't hurt a fly. Everyone in the district knows me as a gentle giant. I help kids and won't get in a fist fight over anything. I turn and run instead. Well I don't run so much as slowly hobble away.

I got into a lumber accident and now my foot is weakened. I sigh. I've learned to deal but it's not fair. I'm snapped out of wallowing in my own self-pity by Hope, my German Shepard. She's just so cute I found her when I was seven and have loved her since.

I pull her into the bed with me and pet her for a little while just praying I won't be drawn. I don't deserve to be. I've had a pretty crappy life already and the last thing I need is more bad luck.

I guess it's payback for my mother dying in child birth. My father said the same thing before he left me in the woods. But I'm not bitter or anything. Snapping out of my thoughts I finally stand up.

Hope jumps out of bed and runs to the open door waiting for me her tail wagging. I make my way over there slowly my foot dragging behind me. I lean on Hope a bit as I make my way out. Thank god the house has no stairs other wises I would be screwed.

I sit down at the table and eat the oatmeal that's on there. I sense Haloti looking at me but I don't say a single word. He clearly doesn't know what to say. I can tell he wants to tell me I won't get reaped but he can't promise that.

I had to take teareasse a few times in order to keep myself from starving when I was on my own. After Haloti took me in I was fine but my name is still in there so many times.

I can't finish my oatmeal nerves taking over. I've done the reapings several times but I still get nervous. The fear seems to take over my body every time until I feel I can't breathe. Then I feel horrible for whoever got drawn. It's a lose- lose situation.

Shaking my head to clear those thoughts I start to walk upstairs. I need to get dressed for the reapings. I walk slowly over to my room Hope running at my side.

I yank open my dark wood closet and scan the rows for a decent outfit. I finally decide on a dark worn pair of jeans with a decent red shirt. Glancing in the mirror I throw my long curly brown hair into a pony tail. I frown slightly at the scar on my arm.

It makes me look like a tough bad boy and I'm not really. I hate how everyone assumes I'm going to hurt them. Sure I have a black bulls head tattooed on my left arm but that proves nothing!

I whistle for Hope and run out the door forgetting shoes. I don't yell a goodbye knowing it will lead for an awkward sentimental scene; I hate that kind of stuff.

I check in stroking Hope and wincing when they prick my finger. I go to stand with the other boys stroking Hope in an effort to get rid of my nerves. The odds are not in my favor.

(Ash Andrew's P.O.V)

I wake up murmuring in my sleep. Luna, my brown timber wolf, is pressed against me. I love her and she's very helpful in hunting and surviving. She was not easy to tame but I got her when she was just a pup.

It may sound strange but her mother literally laid her at my side while I was asleep. It was as if she choose me somehow. A few days later I found the body of her mother lying beside a river. She had died of sickness and I suppose had wanted to take care of her pup before she died.

I roll over and force myself out of the tiny house I had made from discarded wood. I gently lift the lid to the chest I begged from others and take out the measly bread I made from tearesse grain.

Glancing around to make sure no one is nearby I take the rabbit Luna caught me. I light up the coal and start cooking it. It's been like this since my parents died. Hiding, taking tearesse, hunting illegally, it's hard but I won't go to a foster home. I get by well enough.

Black market trading works to. That's how I got the clothes and things I wear. I think most people take pity on me.

Glancing down at the squirrel I notice it's done. I'm skinning it when I realize something is off. No one has left for work or school and I can hear faint sobbing from some houses. Carefully I peer out and look at the square. Then all the pieces connect in my head.

Today is reaping day. I could get drawn. If I get drawn both I and Luna will go in. The chance of us coming out is small. This thought chills me to the bone and suddenly my appetite is gone.

I toss the squirrel to Luna and she eagerly pounces on it. Then I lift the heavy chest lid again. I rifle through it and find the nicest thing I own. It's just a pair of black jeans and a teal sweat shirt. I clutch the necklace my mother gave me before the work accident killed her and my father.

Slipping it around my neck I whistle for Luna who has finished the squirrel by now. I join a crowd of nervous kids heading for the reapings and bite my lip jiggling my leg I struggle to keep the nerves down knowing it's a losing battle.

(Tasi's P.O.V)

I keep stroking Hope over and over and over again trying to calm my racing heart. I'm too busy rubbing her ears and panicking to hear the treaty of treason.

Then her cheery capitol voice rings out. "Gentleman first."

My ears perk up and everything seems to slow down. All the sounds seem louder including the beating of my own heart. I can hear the nervous breathing of the boys around me and Hope panting seeming to have sensed my fear.

"Tasi Merkava."

That poor boy, I doubt he'll come home. Then someone pushes me gently from behind sending me out of my shock. Oh wait that's me. A single tear falls down my face as I make my way to the stage Hope trailing behind me.

I stand and face the district trying to keep from bawling. I doubt I will come home. This may be the last time I see the district. I scan for familiar faces and meet all my slight friends in the eye. Tears keep pricking my vision and I keep forcing them back.

(Ash's P.O.V)

I gawk at the male tribute. Dear god he's huge, and muscled and scarred and is basically terrifying. Now I really hope I don't get picked. But he's crying slightly so he must have someone here he cares about. Probably a girlfriend I mean he's not bad looking. Not my type, his hair is way too long, but not bad looking.

I run a hand through my long hair and smile at the blue highlights. I got them as a dare before my parents died then loved them. Now I use berries to refresh them every time they start to fade.

Our creepy capitol lady with the clown wig, I think her name is Sasha Simpar, walks over to the girls bowl a fake grin on her face. Her sharp dagger like nails reach in and hunt for a name.

Clearing her throat she reads the name. "Ash Andrews."

My heart plummets and slowly very slowly I inch my way forward. The peacekeepers try to shove me but Luna snarls at them and they back up watching me as I make my way to the stage on shaking legs.

As is customary Sasha lifts our hands together in the air sentencing us to the death basically then says our names. "I present you with your district eleven tributes Ash Andrews and Tasi Merkava!"

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