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Denim McAllister

District 8, Male, 18

Denim had been restless all night, turning and twisting, throwing his blanket off his bed just to put it back over him 2 minutes later. The point was, he couldn't sleep. It was unusual for Denim to not sleep, in fact, sleeping was one of his favorite times of the day. Being able to lay down, relax, and let his mind take him wherever it wanted to but the past 2 weeks had been different. He had lost the comfort he had always found in sleeping.

Eventually, he decided he wasn't going to be able to get any more sleep, and like all the nights of the past 2 weeks, he crept downstairs - careful not to awake his parents who lay asleep in the room opposite of his- and ran his hand along a wire until he felt a switch and turned the dim lamp on. It wasn't bright, which was good for not awakening his parents, but it provided light for him to find the remote and turn the TV on.

As usual, at this time of year, The Hunger Games came on immediately. Normally he would switch to another channel but this year was so much different. The night was still in the beach arena of the Games. Nothing had really happened today, excluding the mass amount of waves the gamemakers had sent to the careers in the early afternoon. A lot of their supplies had been washed away but they had enough for another week and with how the games were going at 8 people left, it wasn't going to take much longer.

The careers were mostly still intact, besides the 4 Girl, giving them the advantage of the majority of 5 people to 3. The 3 outer-district careers left were the 5 Girl, the 9 Boy, and the 8 Girl. The 5 Girl and 9 Boy had formed some kind of duo and the 8 Girl was alone after her 2 allies, the pair from 7, had been slaughtered by the careers at first-sight. Denim thinks back to the very scene, he had been at school eating lunch and was watching from the large screen set-up there. He remembered screaming as he saw the 8 Girl, all he could think was "run!", without his knowing, he wasn't only thinking it but he was screaming it too.

Soon the girl was running through the palm trees, darting left and right, not looking back to see her allies obliterated. Denim had watched her eyes, he saw the fear, the loneliness. He saw how she felt so lost but he urged her to keep going if she had died, Denim would've felt the same feeling of lost and alone. The tears had quickly come to his eyes as he thought of this and he almost missed the 1 Boy, Abrelium, stand up and announce he was going hunting, alone, in the dead of night.

This was odd but Denim didn't have the mind of a career, the constant feeling to want to hunt someone down, see their fear, blood rushing with the feeling of their pain. He didn't second-guess it and assumed the boy would have no luck. He watched, nerves running wild, as the boy's feet lightly jogged across the floor, carefully dodging fallen sticks and not making a sound. Denim thought about the many years the boy had practiced this, how he'd perfected everything to ensure he would bring it back.

Denim found it hard to walk away from the scene of the boy searching the arena up and down but nature was calling to him. He rushed to the bathroom and let out a sigh of relief, maybe watching the games wasn't good for him. All it caused him was anxiety. He knew this was true but he couldn't watch it, the guilt would overflow him. He thought about it a little while longer but his train of thought came to a sudden halt as he heard screaming from the TV, he barely pulled his trousers up as he ran back into the TV room. He had feared the worst and his fear had become a reality as he heard the cannon and watched the District One Boy pull a javelin from the District 8 girl's head.

His sister's head.

A/N: HEY Y'ALL, I'M BACK! Anywho, thought I'd come and give you a surprise chapter, hoped you liked Denim. We have 3 more intros until we move onto pre-games and take a look at the 3 train ride POVs! See you arounddd.

-James