Ace Sharai, District Three Female (15)

"Fucking shit!" Ace threw some glass to the window and promptly broke them both.

"What the hell are you doing?" Moghan, meanwhile was trying to get her not to break through the window.

"I need to get out!" Ace was desperate for a break out. Sure, she knew her chances were off and slim, but she needed to get the fuck out of this fucking train with destination to Death City and be able to get out of the games.

Moghan grabbed her legs and pulled from below. "I won´t let you!"

Ace struggled to break free, and it had been only Moghan´s corpse like hands, she would have been able to. But then of the avoxes came along, and pulled her down.

Her battle had ended. She was gonna die. She will have no one remember, except this stupid Avox who will remember her as the girl so desperate that she tried to break out and made her life day even more difficult.

Great. Exactly what she needed.

"How could you try that?" Moghan screamed at her. "Do you know how dangerous that is?"

"Don´t talk to me like you wouldn´t have tried if I hadn´t." Ace knew she knew everything about this boy. Son of the mayor of their hometown, obviously a preppy kid who thought she was better than her for being an orphanage child. She hated him, because of how he was so much better than in her wealth and parents, but every time she saw him and his mother visit the orphanage he looked like he hated being alive. How could he do that, after having everything a person could want? Parents, house, wealth.

And even more, he was thin. And not thin because of how little he had to eat like her, no, he looked extra skinny. Like if he had been depraved of food or something. Ace hated that he was so ungrateful that he didn´t even eat food. How much food he had wasting, only to thin look thin, for the girls most likely.

Or it could the boys too, but she wouldn´t be able to know, unless…

While the avox was cleaning the broken glass on the floor, Ace went and kissed Moghan.

Moghan pushed her away at the instant in happened. "What the fuck Ace?"

"Oh, I guess I know now."

"Know what?"

"Oh, nothing." She stopped speaking for a second. "Only that you are gay."

In that moment, Ace felt something in her lips again. A mouth touching with her own mouth.

Something she didn´t need.

She pushed away Moghan, roles reversed, and was the one to speak next. "And what was that?"

"Do I seem gay to you now?" Moghan´s face was a face of resentment, and the type of face that says "Fuck you", but also "You know that I am right, don´t you?"

"Well no." She said while the Avox looked at them weirdly. "But you look very desperate."

Moghan didn´t like the joke, but in Ace´s opinion he didn´t appear to be taking it by heart.

"So, what´s your deal, Ms. Tries to Climb Out of Windows?" Moghan looked at her straight in eyes. Not many people have done it before.

"Oh, nothing" Ace said while rolling her hair. "I just I read books, stay on my own, and punch once every... a lot"

Moghan chuckled at her statement, that´s a first Ace thought. Not much people laugh with her, most people preferring the at rather than the with.

"Oh yeah, who do you punch that much?"

Ace thinks of some of her enemies. Jaden Ryan, the bulk of the orphanage. Margarita Dyll, the little girl who thinks that Ace is worse than her. Virgil Cabal, the most stuck-up kid in the world. Ace thinks it would be a good idea to mess with Moghan´s head and talk about Virgil.

"You know, I really like to punch this guy" And so she talks about it. "He is the richest guy in the district, even more than the mayor, so you may know him-"

"You mean Virgil? He is my cousin."

Now she hates this guy even more.

"You know" Moghan continues. "He was talking about rigging the reapings. I don´t know if he truly did it, but-"

Moghan can´t continue speaking, cause Ace jumps on him, ready to end him.

Hermes Stallion, District Six Male (17)

Hermes remembers her.

He remembers the girl in front him. Sure, at first, he didn´t recognize her from nowhere, but after a while he truly was reminded of her.

The fair was getting all right. There hadn´t been any shootings in three days, and people were finally happy to go to the carnival. Hermes´s stand was full of people waiting for being magical, so to speak.

But the girl who cut line and wasn´t making it difficult for the rest.

"How come you can´t make me the next volunteer for the games?" Hermes couldn´t comprehend this girl, did she thought she had the power to do that? He was just a street magician, not a true magician. And he didn´t think people bought into his acts so much.

"I can´t kill another girl just for your own benefit, whoever you are."

"My name is Bex. Bexley Hartwell. And I don´t think you are a real magician then." She turned around from him and to the crowd. "This guy is not a real magician! He is a fake out, he- oww!" She turned around again, to see Hermes holding a voodoo doll, and pinching it in the back.

"He is real!".

"He is a true magician!"

"He gives me hope!"

People were praising him, and soon the girl was off reach to be seen, but she was to be heard.

"I will show you, Hermes Stallion! I will show them what you really are!"

That night, he thanked her sister and assistant Mercury for throwing the rock for him.

And now, here they were, the two of them, both going to the hunger. One by fate, one by decision.

Bexley hadn´t been looking at before he started looking at her, trying to recognize something he didn´t know he had to recognize. But now, she was staring straight at him now.

"What are you looking at, Hermes?"

"Yeah." He said. "What am I looking at?"

Bex´s face turned into one of anger now. "How dare you say that?!"

"What?" He tried to speak more but then Bexley kicked him in the stomach and he was rendered him useless. "Why?"

"Because of what happened in your stand." She smirked. "You are lucky that Carla didn´t want to volunteer anymore."

Since Yarvis Amazalen´s victory in the 98th, District Six had gained his own training center. Yarvis was an avid athlete and also a hunger games victor, and wanted to keep all the citizens possible safe from the games. Sadly, for the Capitol, no one who had used it went to the games till the 105th, where a brave girl called Melisa Menrique volunteered to bring money and food for their poor family. Since her victory, a lot of kids had taken the chance to volunteer and win, but only three people were able to come back home alive doing so. Holland Masters, Gavriel Asterion and Santos Rodriguez.

"And why I am lucky now?" Hermes said, trying to recover for the deed.

"Oh nothing." Bexley said putting her hands on her hips. "Only that I will sure that when you die by my hands, it´s softly and painless." Hermes´s internal fear began running around his head, but he didn´t let himself show that. "Oh, you know, because I am great gal and all"

"Did your parents turn into this?" Bexley´s fear was showing. "I bet they didn´t raise you well. I bet I have better biological parents better than you, even though mine are dead. I bet-"

"Shut up!" Bex throw him to the wall, and in the process broke some glasses. "You don´t know me, you don´t know my past, so fuck the hell off"

Bexley stormed off. Hermes smiled. He had hit a nerve without thinking he would.