Author's Note

I do not own the Hunger Games.

CHAPTER WARNING: All of it. Just all of it. Child abuse, paedophilia, murder.

There were two of them, both girls. One was blonde, tall for her age and willowy, with pale, unblemished skin. They didn't make them like that often in Six.

The other was black haired and sallow skinned, though she shared the large, pale eyes. Both wore knee length dresses, pink for the blonde and blue for the black haired one, worn and old, but neat and well presented.

They looked like they'd walked straight from the front page of a kid's magazine – or his wet dream.

Axel hummed softly, that low, warning hum he gave his girls. "Howdy lil' ladies! Are you lost?"

The blonde smiled wiely. She looked like an angel with her curls and large eyes.

He needed her.

He had to have her.

"No sir!"

"We're just where we need to be."

"Thank you for your concern."

"Oh, I was just worried. Two little ladies like you shouldn't be wandering about all by yourselves."

They giggled.

"Say, there's a bitch around this here alley gave birth a few days ago. Now, I don't know if you know of any little girls that might want to see any puppies."

The blonde bounced on her heels. "Oh! Us! Can we really see the puppies?"

"Of course you can! This way, this way. Come, see! They're just back here!"

The two followed him trustingly to the back of the alley, picking their way past the trash and scattered filth.

The blonde frowned slightly.

"I don't see any puppies."

Axel drew his shrt knife, tracing his thumb over the blade. "No."

"But I thought we were going to see puppies!""

She was significantly less attreactive when she whined like that.

"There are no puppies. Now you two are going to be nice and quiet." He jabbed the knife at them. The blonde took a step back, but the brunette one, remained steadfast, her expression stony.

"Is that a knife?"

"Why yes, it is. And it's very sharp, and can cut you, so you're not going to scream, because if you do, it will." He leered down at them. "Capiche?"

The blonde's lower lip trembled. "Why do you have a knife?"

"For cutting you with if you misbehave." He took a step towards the blonde, reaching out towards her. She shuffled back towards the wall, her pale blue eyes wide.

"Please don't hurt me mister!"

He gripped her shoulder, brushing the knife against her neck before beginning to cut into her patchwork dress.. He smiled over at the brunette. "I'll get you next babydoll." He tore the dress at the front.

The next thing he knew he was on the ground, splayed out amongst the filth and garbage.

The two girls were stood over him, the blonde's dress gaping open at the front.

"You're a bad man," said the blonde.

"You- You- What- How-"

"We don't like that." The brunette reached down and picked up his knife, dropped or thrown earlier.

She turned it over in her hand. He scrabbled backwards,, struggling to stand. His legs were trembling. What had she done, cracked him round the head? Well, he'd teach them some submission.

He gave a roar and leapt at them. They stepped to either side and he crashed to the ground again.

"We don't like bad men," said the brunette, stepping forwards to drive the knife deep into his shoulder.

Axel roared, rearing back and flailing at her, but she had already moved and now the blonde had the knife, plunging it into his other shoulder.

"What are you?" he rasped, scrambling back and away.

They smiled, twin expressions mirrored across their faces.

"We are your penance," they said as one.

"You- You're demons."

The brunette was in front of him again, holding the knife. She drove it deep into his throat and stepped back, leaving it there. Axel choked for air, spluttering up red foam.

"Go to Hell," said the brunette.

The blonde smiled. "There might be puppies there."

He grasped at the knife. "You'll be there."