Aston Daimler 18 District 6 Male
"Alright Bentley, where did Martin say that this guy is?"

"He said he lived in room 20 on the tenth floor of that apartment." Bentley points over my shoulder to one of the many large apartments that you find in 6.

Me and Bentley are loan sharks for my older brother, Martin. He gives out loans and we collect debts from people who don't pay up on time.

Later today is the Reaping, but that doesn't mean I have the day off. In fact, it's easier to work on reaping day since most people are home and easier to find.

"So why are we after this guy again?" Bentley asked.

"Martin gave this guy a loan to help him with his morphine business. He owes us 200 dollars was suppose to pay it off about a month ago and he hasn't paid it off yet. No one's seen him for about two weeks." I was happy to explain, justifying my cause.

I don't like my job at all. I don't like to fight people, which happens a lot with being loan shark. People try to fight back or slink away, not that it works. Me and Bentley have been doing this for years. Needless to say, we know what we are doing.

I would rather run away and own my own factory, but this is the only job I can get. So I just have to grit my teeth and get through this point in my life.

It's a quiet day in 6 the smoggy skies are silent. Only a few lights are on in the many windows of the many apartments that rise above the District's central city of the District, the second largest city in all of Panem, behind only the capitol.

The apartment is very large. It has probably 30 floors the whole place reeks of mold and rat p***, sadly also not uncommon to find in 6.

"Did Martin mention anything about what kind of guy we're dealing with?"

"No one major. He said the guy's in his 40's; nothing hard to manage. Martin said to save the tough guys for after the reaping."

I really hate this job, but it's better than working a dead end job in one of the s*** car factory lines or living with my sheep a** parents who blindly follow anything that anyone tells them and don't even care about their kids.

"Alright. This is the room, locked of course. Alright Aston; get ready to break the door down."

On the count of three I kick the door in. It collapses in just one kick and me and Bentley head in.

The room's a mess, empty food containers and rent notices strung across the floor. mold growing on the wall. The hole place smells as if something died recently. It's clear that this guy hasn't left this place in a long time.

"Alright Bentley, let's search the premises. See if you can find him."

Me and Bentley split up to locate the man. The apartment is very small, only a bathroom, Kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom. I look around the living room and kitchen while Bentley looks in the bedroom and bathroom. The living room looks even worse than the walkway; the whole room is full of mold and empty food containers. Several rats are scampering around the floor.

"There you are!" Bentley shouts. I look over to the bedroom to see our target dart out of the bedroom, making a beeline for the doorway. I lunge for him, grabbing him by the scruff of his jacket and holding him up to my face. He's a small man; he looks like he's in his late 40's with a long, shaggy beard, dull yellow eyes, and pale ashen skin.

" B***, where's the money!" Bentley growls.

" Sorry! Sorry, business has been running slowly I just haven't had enough money to pay you off," the guy manages to whimper.

" Dude, we didn't haul our a*** all the way here, on Reaping day no less, just to hear that! Give us the money now!"

"Okay! okay! okay! Then here's the money, fine! Just take it already and go"

"That's only 150. Where's the rest of it!" Bentley's voice is almost enough to intimidate even me.

" Sorry, that's all I have! I don't have any more."

"Don't lie to me b***! I know that you have the money. Give it to me now." Now it's my turn to pitch on, working on the guy myself.

"I swear to the president I don't have any more. I swear."

"Don't try that with us. We know you have more money. So we can do this the easy way and you hand the money over to us, or we can do this the hard way and you can fight us over it."

"Alright! Alright fine, just take rest! Just take the rest and get the hell out of here."

"Thank you. Come on Bentley, let's get out of here." Me and Bentley head out the door and head down the stairs. Another job well done.

"Good job grabbing him Aston. Saved us a whole lot of time trying to track him down."

"Ya. Didn't feel like going on another wild goose chase, especially for some nobody guy who only owes us 200 bucks. Not worth the effort."

"Agreed."

"We should get home. Don't want to be late for the Reapings and get in trouble. Peacekeepers will be out double time on Reaping day."

"That's a good idea Aston. Martin's gonna want us back." Martin lives in one of the apartments nearby. Needless to say, being the head of a loan shark company earns him a lot of money, so he lives in a very nice apartment.

The apartment is about a ten minute walk away. It's at the top floor, so it takes 5 minutes to get up all the flights of stairs. Normally there's people going in and out all the time - except on reaping day.

"Aa, good to see you two. How was your work today?" Martin asks in greeting.

"Great, actually. The guy was hiding up in his room and handed his money over without a fight. Easy cash in the bag." I hand over the the money to Martin.

"Glad to hear it. After all, who doesn't love free money?"

"Our parents," I respond.

"Ha Ha Ha! That's a good one." Our parents are very poor. They live in the basement of a nearby apartment. They just sit there, lazing around, sometimes going to work, never aspiring to change their fortune. It drove me nuts. Martin moved out when I was 10. I followed suit when I turned 13 and have been living here ever since, saving up enough money to buy my own place.

"Can't wait to get this Reaping over with. Finally gonna be my last year. Then me and Bentley gonna be done and be adults and do this full time."

"Reaping's in an a hour. We should get going. Don't want to get stuck in the line," Bentley suggests

"Good. Can't wait to just get this over with."

And that's Aston! What did you think of him? Big thanks to SilverflowerXRavenpaw for submitting him. Up next up is the District 9 female! I still have spots open; please check my profile to see what spots are open. Thanks.