Sorry this chapter took so long, I have been busy for the past few days. I hope you enjoy it though. I have my final character now! So it's full steam ahead. Three more District left then the fun starts! They apologise for why it took so long. I wouldn't usually leave the spot open that long but they had personal reasons for it so I kept it open.

Enoki Smith POV:

Mr Nancy walked through the door, closing it behind himself. He ran his hand through his greasy, thinning black hair as he took off his coat and threw it on the counter a few feet away from me.

"Good morning, sir," I sighed, placing the worn out book I was reading, down and taking my feet off the kitchen table. The man swung around, reaching for the knife on the counter. Sadly, I had foreseen him making this move and was sure to move it out of reach. He looked at the empty counter where the clever used to be and turned around to face me slowly, fear in his grey eyes. I flashed him a smile as I clapped my hands together shifting on the chair so I was facing him.

"W-what do you want?" he stuttered, standing up to his full height, which wasn't that tall, and tried to seem innocent. I gave a shrug, my green eyes glinting with excitement.

"Not even a hello? I am hurt Mr Nancy," I sighed, leaning back in the chair and shaking my head in a fake disappointment. We sat in silence as he looked at the door, his foot turning to run. "I wouldn't do that if I was you...well, you can but I wouldn't advise it," he looked at me raising an eyebrow. "Aside from the humiliation that you ran from a thirteen-year-old, I could show your wife these...she gets off at three, am I correct?" I threw a set of polaroid photos of him and the mayor's wife in a very compromising situation.

"Where did you get a camera-"

"Peacekeeper, he was cheating on his wife too, amazing what people from different walks of life have in common, wouldn't you agree, sir?" I smiled, I pulled the photo's closer to me and crossed my arms. "So, what will it be-"

I was cut off when Mr Nancy jumped across the table at me, his hands going for my throat. I panicked and swung he knife at his chest but thankfully, he dodged it. Before he could get the upper hand again, I pinned him to the table and held the knife to his throat, leaving a small gash.

"Give me the money to silence myself and the mayor and you will be a free man, free to live your...wonderful life here with you wife," I growled, digging my nails into his wrist. "Otherwise, you won't be the first person I have killed," this seemed to hit home as he started to cry, begging for me to let him go and telling me he was a father. I pulled away from him, he gave me and I left him and his family alone.

I waited impatiently as the mayor counted the money I had taken for Mr Nancy, a big grin on his chubby face.

"It is all there-"

"Did you expect any different, from me?" I asked, a smirk creeping on my face. The mayor looked over and pulled out a note, passing it to me. My face lit up when I received it, just that alone was enough feed me and my older sister for months. After I had left his home and was making my way down the thin alleyways that lead to the orphanage, I counted the rest of the money I had stolen. I always asked for more than my client wanted. It always ensured me and my sister would eat, even if they went back on their promise and didn't pay me.

Kirelle McPhee POV:

I looked back at my sister, Vale, my body shaking as I held my finger out to be pricked. My hand jerked as the the needle pierced my skin and was pulled away from the wound. The Peacekeeper then forcefully twisted my hand and pressed my finger onto the book in front of her. I watched as my crimson blood stained the paper and she let go, pushing my away. She called for the next girl before I even started to move, tripping me up slightly. I watched as Vale was herded towards the audience of adults, not longer able to follow me and keep me company.

Children rushed past me, their eyes cast down to the ground in fear as they made their way towards their sections. I found mine, right at the back among children much taller than me. I gave them a fake smile but none of them paid attention to me, like always. I shrugged it off and turned to watch our escort prance onto the stage, her dress resembling a tattered old curtain. In her hand, she held two, small golden envelopes. I watched her drone on about how much of an honour it was to be here with us but she wasn't fooling anyone. We were District Nine, no one was happy to be here with us. She would throw us to the wolves for a chance to escort for District Two anyday. We were just some pathetic grain farmers to her. A group of people who never won. After the annual, boring video was completed, she proceeded to open the first envelope, the boys.

"Enoki Smith!" she called to the crowd, a few gasps breaking the silence. "It's okay, sweetheart," she called again as the thirteen-year-old section made way for the dark haired male. He was crying and shaking as he dragged his feet to the stage. Our escort took him by the small of his back and guided him towards the microphone. She tried to get him to say a few words about being volunteered but the boy couldn't even speak a word through his whimpers. She seemed to take pity in him and moved things along to the female. To everyone else in Panem, at this moment, Enoki seemed like a sweet, terrified little boy. But as a District, we knew what he was. He was a manipulative con man who spent his short life sticking his nose in other people's problems for a profit. He had screwed everyone but his older sister over at some point. The tears he cried were nothing but crocodile ones, he had a plan and he was going to do everything he could to get home.

"Kirelle McPhee!" the name shook me away as people parted for me, the area becoming silent. I turned away only to see every single camera pointed at me, catching every slight change in my facial expression. There was no denying it was my name they had called. I puffed out my cheeks in anger and stormed my way to the stage. When I came into view, I heard Vale screaming my name from behind. I wanted to turn and run into her arms but I couldn't, the Peacekeepers wouldn't allow me. I tried to block out her cries and focus on not crying as I climbed the steps to join my escort and Enoki. I shook hands with the little brat who was still putting on the water works, a snot bubble popping out of his nose. No matter what the little slimed had planned, he was right, there would be a District Nine victor this year but it was going to be me.