Dawn Maconson, District Ten Female (18)

Dawn didn´t feel sad at all.

Sure, she was going to a district funeral, but she still didn´t feel fazed about the death of Lauren Malthus. Sure, she was invited to his funeral, but so was everyone in District Ten. It was a tradition in that district to use every opportunity to get more lands somehow, either by marrying off your daughter to some rich guy or gal or just by other´s people selflessness pity.

Dawn couldn´t comprehend why people were so nice to each other. Why people had those type of loyalties with each other. But she got to go, as her night job told her to do. It was to maintain image and keep her tided.

That´s why she is bringing her grandmother Yvonne with her. Nobody would think a girl who is taking care of her grandma who has dementia is the responsible for this catastrophic event.

As he walks the road, he finds someone familiar on the road. Someone she had seen just yesterday last night, but was expecting to see soon.

"I see you have taken my advice." Richard Hoffman is a no nonsense man, and he respected Dawn for being the same and having the same goals. For being an equal.

"Yeah." She says talking out loud in the middle of the road. No one is seen her, and she thinks no did. The only person present there was Yvonne, and she is ill and won´t notice.

They are guilt-free

"Yes, Head Peacekeeper Hoffman."

"Please, call me Richard. I think we are too close for those formalities."

Dawn was happy for someone to use first basis name with her. No one had done it since her parents died…

"Since your ratting out your parents and sister, I think you have done a great work so far," Richard started walking around her and Yvonne, who was in a wheelchair and asking who the man and Dawn were. "You have many criminals in jail and put that man Lauren were his place should. Dead." He continued walking around her and Yvonne, making faces at the eighteen-year-old and doing everything in her power to be stable. "Forcing him to commit suicide mustn´t have been easy, but was already unstable. You just pushed him in the right direction."

Dawn is proud of that. She is proud of honoring herself and Richard, the man she truly admires and wants to be like.

"So, I have a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" Dawn flips her hair back. "What´s that all about?" Dawn throws a smirking smile.

"it´s not a proposition, more like a request in form of an answer" Richard smiles bright. He usually doesn´t smile, so this is a big occasion maybe?

"I am sending a letter to District Two." Oh god I am going to jail even what I did to him, and I am nothing to him I killed my family for nothing I am worthless-"I am trying to promote you to actual Peacekeeper".

Dawn would jump of emotion if this was something she did while happy. But it wasn´t. What she did was stay stoic, but jump from emotion in the inside. Her dreams were going to come true

"I see that you are very excited about this. And that you have to go to this thing people when someone dies, so go. And make a good image out of yourself. Gotcha?"

"Yes sir- I mean Richard" She said as she was straight in position and looking at him. Richard and with Yvonne in her wheelchair, she continued her path.

When she finally arrived to the funeral, she saw one of the boys crying. Dawn thought it must have been the man´s son.

Must be pretty useful then that he died.

Noir Skoria, District Twelve Male (18)

Noir was worried.

The patient they were going to see wasn´t going to heal itself soon, but the family had plead to them to save their daughter.

It´s like they couldn´t do anything about it. And they couldn´t really. Jillian Magnolia-Rose was incredibly ill with cancer, and she couldn´t just let it go. Like anyone with a terminal disease pondering on them, she spent her last days surrounded by her family.

Noir would have liked to feel something like that during his childhood. Not his illness, but love. He wanted to be able to loved one day by someone else. Family, friends, but also loved. Everyone vanished from his life since the incident, and he has been unable to make friends since.

At least he had Cinder with him. He wasn´t his mom, he had to remind himself of that, but he was here and taking care of him, and that´s what mattered after all, right?

Cinder and Noir arrived at the Magnolia-Rose household, only to find Jillian´s mother waiting for them at the door.

"What is the incomplete doing here?" Suzuki Rose responded. "Are you bringing this abomination with you?"

Cinder turned around and started walking back home. "If you are gonna treat him this way, Jillian won´t get his meds."

Suzuki´s intentions change completely. "No! Come back, please come back, I beg you, please!" Suzuki was grabbing Cinder by the feet now. "I am sorry, okay. He can stay. Please, help my daughter."

"Will you treat Noir well?" Cinder was looking down at his pleader.

"Yes, yes, anything for you" Suzuki looked in more than Noir has ever been. That´s saying a lot.

Cinder and Noir reluctantly followed Suzuki inside, where they found her husband crying. Noir instantly empathized with him. He must have been feeling he wasn´t being the hero of his own story, or of his daughter, or that he wasn´t being man enough to save her. He could relate to that feeling.

Jillian was ill, and as the lights of the sky illuminated her face through the window, Noir could see how it had been destroying slowly, piece by piece. Jillian looked very tired, even as she was dreaming, and-

"Who are you?" A little girl asked. It wasn´t Jillian, but she looked like a younger, healthier version of her. She must be-

"I am Jillian´s little sister." There was the answer. "Amelia. But you can call me Amy." She looked to be pretty small, probably she was eight. "I am twelve, but many people think I am older." Nope, wrong age. "Are you here to help my sister?" Noir nodded as Cinder continued to talk with the girl´s parents. "Are you going to heal her?" Noir shaked her head. "Then why are you here?"

"We will give her some medicines. It will ease her pain." Noir wanted to help this girl, but a simple healer couldn´t heal cancer. Maybe in the Capitol it could happen, but they didn´t share their technology with District Twelve.

Cinder then proceeded to handle the syringe to Noir. He was still learning and even though both Noir wanted to help, he was still a bit afraid of all medical related things.

Noir introduced the syringe. Amelia quickly run out of the house to vomit after seeing that. Then Jillian woke up. But it wasn't like she had really woken up; she was still in her dream world.

After the event, Noir asked one thing.

"Can I use your bathroom?" At first, the couple owners of the house were reluctant, but quickly they shoved their worried aways when Cinder told them that if they didn´t let him do what a human must do, they wouldn´t receive more medicine.

Noir opened the door of the bathroom. He looked himself in the mirror. He just couldn´t see why Cinder was trying so much with him. What did he have of good in him? He was an incomplete person. An humanoid abomination. Why did Cinder love him so much?

Noir then went to do what all man do and pee. It was going slowly went the door opened a bit.

"Oh, sorry" Amelia said. "I just needed to- OH MY GOD, WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!" The little girl had seen the abomination he was, and then he started running away.

"Noir!" Cinder was running after him now, but it didn´t matter what he was going to say to comfort him. Many people had tried to dress him up as a girl since what his father did to him, and sometimes Noir believed he was one. After all, he didn´t have what made him a man anymore.