The answer to my last trivia question was: Blight was Johanna Mason's district partner in the 75th Hunger Games.

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District 12:

Bluebell Hart's point of view

A wicked smile plays across my delicate features at the sight of the brilliant flame in front of me, devouring each blade of grass that gets in its way. The fire that stands at my feet is controlled and small, which causes a faint frown to etch its way across my lips. I long to watch the hot flames lick up along the sides of someone's home; burning away at its surface. I long to listen to the tortured screams of those trapped inside.

I close my eyes and breathe out slowly, the images of red blended in perfect harmony with orange and yellow flames dancing across the insides of my eyelids. I can feel the warmth of the fire against my skin and quickly stamp it out with soft footsteps.

I allow myself to fall back into the grass, but keep my eyes firmly shut. I reach my hand towards the never changing sky, longing to feel the warmth of flames licking across my skin. I can almost hear the angry roars of flames tearing away at anything that stands in their path. I ball my hands into fists, digging my fingernails into the earth below me. This addiction to cause destruction through the work of fire is something I have harbored ever since that night eight years ago today.

I open my wide crystal blue eyes that scream an innocence that I do not possess and watch the clouds that drift across my vision. I hold my stuffed rabbit close to my chest, as he is the only friend I really have. "Mr. Fluffiness you are the only one I can rely on besides myself now," I whisper in a voice that is as cool as ice, but smooth as glass. He has been the only one who has seen what it is I have done; the fires I have created with my own hands, the blood that is stained to my flesh. He is the only one who can keep these secrets carefully tucked away, to be unseen by prying eyes.

I love secrets; they are filled with so much mystery and can drown ones very being until there is nothing left. Eight years ago was when the secrets and rumours began to swirl around me. They whisper as I walk by clutching my rabbit in my grasps; they whisper there goes that unhinged girl Bluebell Hart. Perhaps they are the ones who are unhinged and I am the one who is sane. A soft giggle that is as sweet as the sounds of wind chimes blowing through the gentle breeze escapes my lips at this very thought. I am not sane, but this is something I have begun to learn how to embrace.

I run my fingertips lightly through the charred grass remembering how the ground of my home that once stood tall resembled this. I stand up gracefully and twirl across the grass, making my way towards the town square for the reapings that are to take place. My tattered blue dress billows in the wind around me, as it snakes its way through my blonde hair that wisps around me in delicate blonde waves. I remove the white ribbon that I had tied around Mr. Fluffiness's neck in one swift movement and use this to tie back my own hair.

The moment my foot makes contact with the cobbled streets of the town square many eyes are transfixed on my form. At a first glance one would never be aware of the true insanity I harbour. I smile sweetly at all those who I pass, as the image of their bodies being contorted by the heat of the crushing flames plays across my mind. I tighten my hold on Mr. Fluffiness, as my mind begins to reel in the madness I cling onto. Who would have thought one who looks so much like a fragile porcelain doll could have unraveled, as much as I have.

I barely wince at the stinging sensation, as they draw my blood from my body. What a waste of time spilling precious blood is; I would much rather watch everything go up in smoke and flames. I skip innocently towards the seventeen year old section and have to stand on my tip toes to look over the girls who almost tower above me. My height of 5'1 is something that I use to my advantage; being small is something I can use to force people into underestimating me. However I know that one can never judge based on looks alone. I know from personal experience how unhinged one can be beneath the surface.

I giggle in excitement the moment our escort takes the stage, as I already know what soft words will soon be rolling off my tongue. My hands twitch in anticipation the moment the static of the microphone tears its way through the town square. I find myself fantasising about how large the flames that could lick across the stage could be, as our escort goes on about our history. In my eyes are history is one that should be burnt to the ground and from the ashes a new area should be born. One where one such as myself won't have to listen to the whispers, a place where I can wreck havoc as I please.

I can see the girls around watching me, as my wild eyes dance across my surroundings. It's moments like these where I must appear under control, as I cannot allow my innocent facade to crumble around me. My eyes snap into focus the moment I see our mentor slipping his hand into that crystal clear jar that holds so many names.

Before that name can even be read I skip forwards breaking free of the crowd. "I volunteer!" My voice drips with innocence like an acid; something that cannot be ignored. With so many eyes trained on my delicate form that prances towards the stage, my hair bouncing with each step I take this is where I play up the roll of a girl who oozes nothing, but innocence. I twirl onto the stage Mr. Fluffiness still tucked safely beneath my arm.

I can see the several looks of confusion that seem to ripple across the faces in the crowd. The question that seems to buzz like wildfire across the streets is why would a small fragile girl as herself willingly volunteer. I know the answer is simple, but it is one that those on the outside would have to search for; something that would not be easily discovered. The answer in my eyes is simple; I want to watch everyone who stands in my way burn to the ground.

Alexander Devin Blake's POV

Every single movement and action has an effect on the world around us; that is what my father always told me. I focus on those words that seem to echo across my mind the moment the smooth surface of the rock that was once held tightly between my clutches slides from my flesh. I watch transfixed on the small ripples it causes as it skips across the smooth surface of the pond set out before me. Each ripple has an effect this I know, but it is to what extent the effect is that draws me in.

Even at a young age I would ponder ideas such as this that were way beyond my years. I'm not sure what it is about the unknown that seems to wrap its way around my mind like a poison; holding me its prisoner. I long to know what it is I most likely have no business knowing. I want to know the effect that each small action and decision that we make has on the greater world around us.

Lost deep in thoughts, as I mull about these concepts I barely hear my name being called in the distance.

"Alexander mom said its time you started getting ready for the reapings!" The soft voice of my fourteen year old sister Taylor flits about the air around me, as if it was dancing across the gentle breeze. I wish I could stand in this moment forever, with the breeze snaking its way through my hair and the serenity of the landscape around me swarming my very being. With this feeling if only for a minute I can forget about the events that are to be taking place within the hour.

A feeling of anticipation slowly eats away at my insides by an uncontrollable force. Today are the final reapings that I will have to be a part of, but I cannot shake this feeling of uneasiness that tugs relentlessly at my very being. I shake out my hands in an attempt to be rid of this feeling that claws at my emotions.

Emotions are another thing that I find myself easily loosing myself in thought to. Being a silent person I find myself being dragged under by concepts that I will never in my entire life time be able to understand. Perhaps not being able to understand is for the best, as knowing what is meant to be kept shrouded in the shadows can be held as a serious burden; a burden not many are able to carry.

I breathe out slowly, as I realize I am losing myself to my thoughts one again. I can see my sister waiting impatiently in the distance, but this feeling of serenity is something that is difficult to let go of. It is one of those emotions that one would want to desperately cling onto, especially in this world that we have been forced to live in.

I begin to make my way back towards my small home that looms in the distance. It may be small, but it is still a place I can willingly label with the title of home. Home has never been the same since my father lost his life to a mining accident, but we still somehow manage. My mother and sister mean the world to me and they are the two people in the world I would be willing to lay my life down for.

I snap my eyes open and here now I stand in what has become my reality. Surrounded by the other eighteen year old males we have been herded like cattle into this small like space; forced to wait and see whose names shall be called out.

I nervously tug on my simple blue shirt as I wait for the reapings to begin. How long must they make us wait like this; forcing us to stand beneath the beating warmth of the sun. I narrow my eyes trying to get a better glimpse of the stage, as the sight of my grey eyes has already begun to fade at my young age. How is it that one as young at myself is already becoming slowly blinded to the world surrounding me?

"Welcome District 12 to this year's Annual Hunger Games!" The static of his voice stretches across the crowd, enveloping each and every one of us. The moment the speech of our history begins I snap my eyes close, burying myself deep in thought. Here trapped in the depths of my mind is the only place I am safe from the harsh world I am forced to live in. The Capitol is something no one was every meant to comprehend. How they can sit around on their butts with their stomachs full, as the rest of us starve is something that even they must know is not right. However I know they lack the capacity to care.

The sound of a sweet innocent voice is the only thing that draws me back to my reality, "I volunteer!" Her voice is velvety smooth like the finest of chocolates, but it hides an almost dangerous edge to it. I run my hand through my short black hair, as my eyes fall upon the girl who skips gracefully towards the stage. I recognize her as the girl that has whispers following each step she takes. The girl who burnt down the community home is how she is known here in District 12; the innocent one who got away with murder. The way she twirls towards the stage screams innocence, but I know not to judge a book by its cover. Just because she bats her eyelashes and holds that rabbit tightly in her clutches does not mean she is one who enjoys playing nicely.

I barely register the next few seconds that slip from my grasps until I hear something that steals my attention without my permission. "The male tribute from District 12 for this year's Annual Hunger Games is Alexander Devin Blake!" The sound of my name slices through the air, as if it was the sharp edge of a blade. My thoughts instantly go towards my family, as an emotionless mask is worn clearly on my face for the world to see. I should be concerned for myself and perhaps I am, but with the way my mind works my thoughts cloud my judgment, only allowing me to think and see what they want me to see.

And there you have it the reapings are officially over!

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