A/N: This was hard to write. Nyso is a complicated character and I lost Hesoidia's form, so yeah. Also, neither of them are all that likable.

Nyso Torrent, District 5 Male, 15 Years Old

Hungry. So hungry.

I sulk in the dark, drifting in and out of consciousness.

I tried to stand up for myself.. and this is what it got me.. a hollow stomach and a halo of blood on my pillow.

The pain from the ordeal is so intense that I can't remember half of the torment.

Bullies.. Parroting, Capitol-loving bullies.

I live in a community home, where I'm incessantly tormented for my twitching nose, (earning me the nickname "Rabbit,") my small size, and my beady eyes. My parents are gone, dead, stolen from me. By the Capitol. Nobody says it, but I know it's true. The Capitol takes away the lives of twenty-three publicly, and the lives of many, many more in the dark. Who's to say the death of my parents was an accident? I know without it having to be said that the lives of my parents were smothered in the shadows.

And now I'm here bleeding and starving. A victim of my own anger. But really, who can blame me? Stupid pro-capitol idiots. Nobody has business being pro-capitol in a non-career district.

I'm scrawny. I'm a wimp, a weak kid with twisted limbs. But I'm a bomb. I'm destructive and angry and caused Jared Pullo to momentarily make an expression other then sadistic happiness. Which is a pretty big feat, as Jared is currently growing a beard and I'm barely five feet. But then again, he did make me cry like a baby. And stole my rations, which is why my stomach is burning and tears are rolling down me face.

The reapings are tomorrow. I'll face the Capitol with a bloody, bruised face and a concave stomach.

That thought terrifies me more than anything. I won't let the capitol win, I can't let the capitol win. I would be breaking the unspoken promise to my parents. They will see me, my chapped lips and hollow eyes and blood-stained cheeks and think "Another point for the Capitol. Another beaten child." And if I were to be reaped- then they would look at me and think "Another doomed boy. He's already dead, isn't he?" A hot flush of anger races down my neck at the thought. But even the ferocity of my hatred towards the capitol is muffled by the pain. Everywhere.

Hungry. Hungry in the dark.

The light of the morning burns my eyes when it comes. I fling myself out of bed, ignoring the screaming of my muscles. If I'm quick enough, they won't wake up in time. I can hang around the market in a few hours before the Reapings.

The reapings..

I suppress a shudder and dart down the stairs, my worn shoes slapping the ground. I don't bother to muffle my footsteps. I doubt a bulldozer would wake those guys up before noon.

I shoot out into the blazing sunlight, and wince as the hot air assaults me. The colorful stripes of market tents dance in front of my eyes. Yells slice the air as greasy, sweat-stained bodies wander amongst the stalls. Finally. Refuge. I can go anywhere, do anything..

With my limited funds, of course.

Hesiodia Trince, District 5 Female, 16 Years Old

Pepper's incessant bouncing was getting on my nerves fifteen minutes ago. Now it's infuriating. I swat her aside and she falls off the bed with an indignant squeak. She scampers up quickly, eyes spitting fire and might. "HES!"

"You were asking for it." I mutter, casting her a glare. "I'm just EXCITED!" She squeals. "How cool would it be if they picked me?" "Why would the pick you? Your nickname is line-flubber." Pepper pouts. "Spoilsport," she mumbles churlishly. I stick out my tongue and she responds as such. "And you call me the child!" She screeches angrily, flouncing out of the room with an irritated huff. I fall backwards, eyes slitted against the bright light of the bulb. The Reapings are soon. I don't act like a fraidy-cat 'round Pepper and Cleo- the little stuffed-up pricks won't get any satisfaction from me, that's for sure. But I am terrified. I'm known as being rude, blustery, and generally unpleasant. Not scared. Never scared.

I won't let the stupid brats win.

Hours later, Pepper and Cleo are smiling and spinning in my dresses. Sure, they're undersized and they fit the twins better, but they're mine. Pale blue dyed wool in all it's glory. Ma is clapping as they twirl, seemingly oblivious to the fact that one of her precious twins may be heading to her death. Finally, she snaps out of her daze. "Let's not be late, girls!" Pepper and Cleo nod assent, faces bright. Ma herds us out and into the cluttered streets, filled with terror-filled people walking to the Reapings. Some are terrified for their lives, some for the lives of those they love. My feet hit the cobblestones, but I don't really register the impact. We reach the square and file into our sections. Ma leaves us behind, a worried, strained grin on her face. Perhaps she's finally caught up.

Our mayor, Elia Leming, reads out the speech in a pinched, uncomfortable fashion. We watch the video, numb. And finally, finally, Togo Sharler is preparing to grab the slips. He reaches for a male slip, pulling it out with an expert swoop.

"Nyso Torrent!"

There's a screech of terror from the 15-year-old Male section, and a scrawny boy with curly hair is shoved forwards, wobbling on unsteady feet. Peacekeepers pull him up to the stage, where he collapses into a disbelieving heap. Togo reaches for a slip, a girl's slip this time.

"Hesiodia Trince!"

A string of expletives erupts from me mouth as I march up to the stage. Fury envelops me. I swing a fist towards Sharler who screams and dives.

Peacekeepers rush in to restrain me. I catch Cleo and Pepper's eyes, and there they are.. just staring. Just staring.

"YOU COWARDS! YOU COWARDS!"

A/N: Yes, that was a Gone reference. Can't stop me, won't stop me. Writing this was crap. I rewrote Nyso's chapter so many times omg