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They call her the Red Devil (or the executioner when they're feeling less polite), to them, she's the unstable victor from District 7, who burned tributes alive and decapitated any that stumbled upon her. Even among victors she's a rarity: a violent, bloodthirsty outcast with some of the most brutal kills under her belt. She's a pariah in almost every sense, with anger that burns as bright red as her hair.

The day that Casey is reaped, she doesn't cry. Her father has always taught her never to give a goddamn inch, to always tough it out. Her brothers scream out for her in the background, but she forces herself to walk calmly towards the podium, setting her jaw. Besides, she has a chance doesn't she? She's from District 7, her father taught her to throw axes and she knows how to scavenge – she's not a lost cause. Mary Clarke, one of the few female victors, stares at her sharply and she has to remind herself to look away. Chester Lake's name is read out shortly after and she tries not to swallow; she knows Lake and he's a good person, a friend even. Red hair, green eyes and slightly on the scrawny side, who would ever bet on a fourteen year old to survive, when they could get a stronger and more intimidating seventeen year old like him. Could she ever bring herself to kill him? Probably not. Suddenly, she starts to feel dread build up in the pit of her stomach as the peacekeepers usher her in – she's not getting out of this alive. Though she still stares at everyone defiantly because fuck everyone who got her here and dammit she wants to live, which means forcing herself to kill innocent kids (because they're all kids dying needlessly), this happens every year so why is she so bothered by it…?

The table is filled with foods that make her eyes water, yet she touches none of it, while Chester munches on multiple sweet pastries. It's a test it has to be. She must have passed because Clarke, smirking openly now, corners her and asks her if she has the will to survive.

"Please," she begs (she doesn't even know what she's begging for). "The boy doesn't have it in him, but you do…" Clarke answers her shortly.

Later, she will regret ever asking for help. Later, she wishes she'd have died in that arena.

They talk strategies, Lake she discovers wants her to survive and would rather die protecting her than killing another person, so they set him up as a dashing hero, while she plays the innocent, unsuspecting maiden and damsel in distress (only she's not innocent is she?). District 7 is often overlooked, Clarke tells her, they might not be careers but with a weapon they can be just as lethal. She'll have to be overlooked.

It isn't hard. With beaming, golden haired twin volunteers from District 1, and stocky, well-built volunteers from 2, she's not exactly the favourite to win. She keeps her head down, quietly works at her station leaning more about setting traps and picking up a few skills with a knife, and lets Chester take away all the attention from her (after all, he's bigger and in the eyes of careers a larger threat). Even the stupid tree costumes manage to make her forgettable. She plans to make herself an unassuming opponent and outsmart her fellow tributes just like Alexandra Cabot, her favourite victor from District 5 a few years ago. She scores a six (Chester scores an eight).

Caesar, with his freaky, bright grin and even freakier blue hair, barely manages to get a short few sentences from her and she fades into the background as a chatty tribute from District 8 easily charms the audience. Her mentor on the other hand grips her shoulder a little harder and smiles.

"Now we've got them right where we want them kiddo…"

The countdown into the arena starts and she concentrates on getting herself a backpack with some supplies and hopefully, avoiding the bloodbath.

'3'.

'2'.

'1'.

The claxon sounds and she bolts. She just manages to grab the nearest backpack, an old, slightly rusted axe and sprints toward the forest, ducking as a knife flies from the District 2 male and into the chest of the male tribute from District 9. Later, she'll wonder why she survived…later, she'll wished she'd have taken the knife to the heart instead. But now…now, she's climbing up a tree using branches to shield herself from view. Cannons sound almost every minute, but she stays still doesn't give away her position. She waits until the careers pass, laughing and crudely slashing at branches (the laughter will haunt her later).

The next few days go by in a blur. She slowly sets traps, finds a stream and tries to kill the rodents that scurry behind the trees. She stumbles upon Chester almost by accident, who is slightly wounded in the arm with the male tribute from 8 ("Call me Jason,") slowly trudging behind him. Together they try to survive. But she should have known…she's never that lucky.

It's midday when the careers find them, thanks to a nearby tribute from District 6 who accidentally lights a log leading the pack of bloodthirsty volunteers towards them. Jason is quickly cut down with a dagger, while Chester throws himself in front of her and…

Blood sprays everywhere, she can't BREATHE…SHE'S CHOCKING… WHY IS EVERYTHING A RED HAZE?

She grabs the burning log…and…and…she lights them on fire.

They tell her later that she easily cut down the biggest career from District 4, using her axe to slice his head clean off. She's strangely calm as she watches the replay of her time in the arena. She's brutal (and when the last cannon goes off she's covered in the blood of over half a dozen tributes) and she has the highest kill count of any recent victor. Mary Clarke tells her that she should be proud, that she survived when no one expected her to. But how can she be when everything she opens her eyes all she can see is blood? She's a murderer and no matter how many times she tries to wash herself she will never get rid of the stench.

So, she becomes a recluse. The parade quickly passes by without much incident although she can barely look Chester and Jason's families. The districts fade together, her voice becoming monotone as she forces out Mary Clarke's words even though they feel like sandpaper down her throat. She dreams of fire: hot, bright flames that burn the ice from her veins. She didn't survive.

In District 7, people - even her brothers - avoid her and the four years she mentors she barely says a couple of words knowing most, if not all, of her tributes will die. Her fiancé Charlie dies in an 'accident', and she becomes even more unstable flying into a rage so much so that her mentor Mary Clarke and John Munch become the only ones able to stand her presence. She tries to be pleasant, but people only ever see the death around her, so she becomes even colder and plans. She barely pays any attention to the dual victors from District 12 (Elliott and Olivia), and when her name is drawn for a second time…she smiles. She feels the red hot anger burn through her veins; she can finally get revenge for Chester and Charlie. She's finally alive again...

A/N: Hi guys I'm back and this is the prequel to a new series that I will be writing in which there will be SVU characters in a Hunger Games Setting. There are very little of these AUs, and even less that include Casey (she's my favourite character). The next story will be another prequel that sets up Alex, Munch and Fin along with a few other characters you may remember. After which I will be writing a O/E story that imagines Olivia and Elliott as Katniss and Peeta. Please remember to review!

-Leah out!