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Keith Weedon POV:

I walked behind the Peacekeeper as he made way for me. The children moved to the side, shaking as I walked past. There was one little girl who stuck her tongue out me so I lunged at her, and tugged at the chains around my wrists. She screamed and ran behind her older brother, trying not to cry. I smiled slightly as the Peacekeeper behind me nudged me forward. I turned to see the registration Peacekeeper in view her hand held out and the jabby needle thing in her other hand. I sauntered over to her and held my hand out. She pulled it towards her and stabbed into my finger. She was then sure to press my finger into the paper as hard as she could.

"Ooo, that tickles, sweetheart," I said, offering a wink. She scowled up at me but I just flashed her my golden tooth as I was moved along. I was the only prisoner of reaping age so I was getting all the attention. Most people my age either did petty crimes and were allowed to go free or just shot on the spot. Not me, the whole District feared me and it had taken them four years to get to the point of hanging me. It was tomorrow but I didn't care. I had no doubt that I would be chosen to enter the Games this year. The joke was on them, a week of living in luxury with the chance I might come home? It was the best thing that could happen to me in this situation. Even If I died in the bloodbath, which I wouldn't, I would still win because I lived longer than I would have if they just left me alone.

You are most likely reading this and wondering, how on earth did I get into a situation where the whole District hated me? Well, it's simple. My mother was a whore who couldn't keep her legs shut when it came to money and got pregnant with a man she didn't even know. She was as terrible of a mother as she was a person to the point the underground fighting and crime rings raised me more than she did. If she wasn't locking me in a closet while she had sex, she was making me fight for money. It was only natural that a kid would come out with a damaged personality from that, the only thing more damaged was my face.

As I walked to my row, I passed a dark skinned girl who recoiled at the site of me. At first, I took no noticed until I saw what was tattooed on her face. Used. I gave her my classic toothy grin as I walked past. She started to cry and I felt like I had done my job well. She was the reason I was in chains. I raped her one night when she was walking home then dragged her back to my friend tattoo shop and told everyone how solid she was. Sadly, they were able to track down the ink I used back to the shop. Leading to my arrest. The one time Peacekeepers gave a fuck.

"I paid my friends to kill you if I am reaped," I whispered to her, quickly being pulled away by the Peacekeepers. I smiled as I was forced into the eighteen-year-old section. I watched as the girl started to shake, the girl next to her, holding her hand. It might seem like a waste of money but I was most likely dead either way.

I waited patiently until our escort chose the male name, leading from a mix of happy and fearful faces as my name was called. The girl who had put me in this position dropped to her knees and started to cry. I gave a laugh as I ran towards the stage a smile on my face. I felt pride as I looked down on all the people who had put me here. The people in the arena wouldn't even know what hit them. It was show time.

Trill Poyze POV:

My friend, Peach, watched with boredom as me and Don, the class geek stumbled out of the empty classroom. I giggled as I regained my composure, flattening my sleek black hair. Don cleared his throat as he looked around the empty halls, fixing his wire frame glasses.

"Will you have my homework done for me then?" I almost sang as I brushed down my short white dress that was dangerously high above my knee. He ran his hand through his messy blonde hair and looked past me to his classroom.

"I don't know, I really need to get back to class-" I pushed him against the wall and roughly kissed him. He struggled until I grabbed his crotch. He melted into it, grabbing my ass. I wanted to slap him but I kept at it for my own benefit more than his. Just when he was starting to enjoy it, I pulled away.

"Do my homework and you can have whatever part of me you want," I whispered into his ear, biting it slightly. The blushing boy nodded as he ran off towards class. I expected my homework first thing in the morning.

I looked over to Peach and gave a toothy grin but she just scowled, walking towards me with her arms crossed. I raised an eyebrow at the red headed girl who just rolled her eyes.

"You know, people are going to start calling you a slut-"

"They already do," I said with a shrug, picking my backpack up off the floor. "I am used to it by now," I said it with a bit more sadness in my voice. I never slept with the guys for small things like this and Don was no different. Despite what people thought, I didn't give my body for something as simple as homework. I used that for much bigger things. In terrible situations, I needed my body to be special.

"I know you can do the homework, you ain't as dumb as you make out," she sighed, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I don't-"

"You don't want to, I get it but don't use your skills on such small things like this otherwise it will stop working," she groaned, taking her glasses off and cleaning the jam jar sized lenses and on her jumper. I bit my lip as I looked at her then, towards the ground, seeing her point and regretting my make out session with Don. I should save myself for homework I don't understand.

The truth was, I didn't really know how to interact with anyone if it wasn't flirting or using my charm. Peach was the first person I felt I could be myself around and even that was only because she could read me like a book. I knew how to wrap every guy around my finger. No man would ever get the better of me.

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"Trill Poyze!" the escort called. I looked next to me were Peach stood, her mouth open as she looked at the ground in shock. Everyone turned to look at me, my name well known. A Peacekeeper took me by my arm and pulled me into the walkway. I wriggled out of his embrace and walked myself to the stage, my head held high. Along the way, I overheard some people chattering, asking if any of them voted me. Even I wasn't sure. I was classed as a slut but I wasn't hated and nowhere near enough to be thrown into a death Game.

I was slowly walking up the steps when I noticed Keith giving me a toothy grin. He was built like an ox, his head shaved clean with a battered face and a body covered in scars. I had heard what he had done to the woman around where I lived. He was like a twisted fairy tale, something that the brave prince kills. Yet here he was, the rapist that every woman felt used and frightened of even if he had never even laid a hand on you. And I would have to share a floor with him for a week, our rooms might even be next to each other.

I stumbled backward but the peacekeepers pushed me back onto the stage. I refused to show fear but I was terrified. Men never really bother me but Keith, well, I was more frightened of him than the Games.