And I am back with another chapter. Happy how fast I got this out. The parts were these two are children are dark, I will warn you of that. I hope this gives you a different a view on Pallas. Not to change your views but just so you understand him more. He is a very interesting character I hope I am doing justice.

Also, be sure to keep your eye on who you want to be paired with who for the Capitol party. You can vote whenever you want but I suggest waiting until District Twelve.

Fun Fact: Belinda's childhood section was based loosely on what happened to my grandfather and his rabbit as a kid. Sounds cute, read that part, it's not.

Anyway, enjoy Pallas and Belinda from District Ten!

Pallas Narciso, District Ten Male

"Pallas Narciso!" the escort cheered, followed by a pained shriek from the boy's mother. She grabbed onto her son's worn out coat, the fabric tearing as her husband pulled him away. Pallas started to cry as he watched his father claw at his mother's fingers until she lost her grip, allowing him to pull the blonde seven-year old from her.

His mother had been against his involvement in the program since he was signed up but his father longed for the money that his son being a warrior would bring. Pallas only performed so well because he knew at home was a belt waiting for him if he was rejected.

Pallas was handed over to the confused escort who placed a hand on his shoulder. However, just as he was about to announce the two Warriors, the woman shrieked once more as she broke through her husband's grip and charged towards the escort, a knife in hand. She scooped her son up in her hands but as she was about to slash the knife at the colorfully dressed man, the sound of a gun rattled the District.

The gloved hand that was over Pallas' mouth fell, along with the headless body his mother, dropping by the boy's feet. The District was full of screams, the female Warrior, Belinda Herd throwing up on the stage. However, Pallas did not make a sound as he stood there, drenched in his mother's blood, brain matter and skull caught in his hair.

"F-father?" he stuttered, turning to the shaken man who quickly ran to his side, pulling his son close so he could smell the beer on his breath.

"Everyone you love will die in that arena, you will never have a happy life...don't let anyone get close to you and if you love them, kill them before they kill you," he shouted to his son, the gunshots still ringing in his ears.

10 Years Later...

"And remember, you can not be a Warrior without Warrior branded sportswear," Pallas said to the camera, a large smile on his face and his finger pointed towards the lense. The director of the advert told the cameraman to cut and the normal lighting returned. Pallas quickly pulled the cheaply made, uncomfortable top he was advertising off and passed it to an attendant. He brushed his hand through his hair as he looked around the room until his eyes met Loretta, stood with Romulus and Veyran who did not share her cheerful appearance.

"You did amazing, didn't he?" Loretta cheered as she turned to the rest of the Warriors who gave a dull cheer in response.

"Sure, if you class selling overpriced tat to the masses as amazing," Grover mumbled, his arm around Belinda as he leaned against the wall. Loretta frowned at the male before turning back to Pallas.

"Well I think you did perfect, even if what you are marketing is overpriced tat," she giggled as Pallas pulled her in for a hug. Despite his lack of popularity with the other Warriors, Pallas was deeply liked by the public. Just his face plastered on a cereal box could sell it. That matched with his bone shaking skill in hand to hand combat and survival and his close relationship with Loretta, it seemed to anyone on the outside that his life was perfect.

Pallas pushed Loretta away, holding his finger up for her to wait as he dug around in his jogging bottom pockets for a small box. Nero let out a small whimper when he saw it, making the rest of the Warriors become weary of what was inside.

"I have been wanting to do this for a while but the past few days I have felt a bit down, I am happy today so I thought now would be the best time," he said shakily as he pushed himself down onto one knee, a large smile on his face. "Loretta, would you marry me and spend the rest of your life with me?" he asked a frightened looking Loretta, the rest of the Warriors equally shocked.

Before Loretta could answer, the director, who was packing up a camera, started to laugh. "That will be a short time, you might have to kill her in a few weeks," he sighed, a few crew members chuckling in agreement.

"Why would I ever hurt her?" Pallas asked, slightly offended.

"Oh my," Grover said through stifled laughter, Ares hushing him.

"Because you will be in the arena in a few days, you know the place where twenty-three of you kids die and only one makes it out, everyone you love might die-" the director was cut off by a flying Nero who knocked him to the ground, placing his hand over his mouth.

Meanwhile, the happy expression on Pallas' face dropped, along with the ring in the box. "Pallas?" Loretta said nervously as the boy started to shake, tears spilling from his eyes.

"You are right...I am going to die, everyone I love is going to die-" he was cut off when the image of his mother being gunned down in front of him flashed into his mind, playing over and over again, clawing at the inside of his brain and reminding him about the truth he refused to admit. That he was not going to grow old with the Warriors, have children and marry Loretta, that in a few weeks he could be dead, along with everyone he cares about.

He fell to the floor, whimpering that he did not want to die, his hands over his ears as he rocked back and forth. Loretta knelt down next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder when he quickly lashed out at her, his hands going for her neck as he begged for her not to kill him. Just as they were about to grip around his neck, Grover aimed a kick at Pallas' face, missing but allowing Romilda to pull Loretta away.

"Come on, fight me if you think you are all big a macho," Grover seethed, a crazed looking in his eyes and a smile on his lips. Pallas continued to whimper, calm until Grover ran towards him, making the boy pounce at him. However, when he was just about to push Grover to the floor, Loretta pushed the dark haired boy out of the way, allowing Nero and Ares to pin Pallas down. Two strong men no match for him.

"Go get the cloth," Ares said through gritted teeth to Sunbeam who gave a quick nod and ran off down the hall.

"I could have taken him!" Grover snapped, kicking Loretta off himself.

"No, you can't-"

"You want to fight me and find out?" Grover growled back.

"You will have to fight me first," Romilda said nobly, pushing Loretta aside.

"Oh, stop trying to get in her pants just because her lad is a fruit cake-"

"Fuck sake, most of us will be dead in a couple of weeks, can it not wait until then?" Clarissa screamed, just as Sunbeam rushed back, holding a small cloth and passed it to Ares. The man then pressed it tightly onto a struggling Pallas' face until the man passed out. The Warriors then turning stare at the director in silence.

"Wow, it will be easier for you kids to kill each other than I thought."

Belinda Herd, District Ten Female

Belinda sat on the stool by the back door, watching her father clean and load his shotgun. He walked over to the mirror, placing his flat cap on his head, his eyes moving to his saddened daughter.

"Why do you have to kill them?" Belinda asked, clearly trying to hold back tears. Her father sighed, walking over to his daughter and kneeling next to her.

"We don't have the funds to feed them anymore, their only use is meat," Orford Herd said, regarding the cattle ranches bulls. Times were tough for the Herds, they were at risk of losing their milking cattle as well so they had to make cuts.

Belinda gave a deep sigh. "Can you leave Midnight, please? I promise I will get a job to provide for him-"

"Which one is Midnight?" her father asked, tucking a small lock of her hair behind her ear.

"The small black calf born yesterday, you said I could keep him and I love feeding him," the girl whimpered, holding up a drawing of Midnight she had created that morning.

"Okay, I will let you keep him," her father said with a shaky voice as he stood up to exiting the house. Once he was gone, Belinda grabbed the drawing and darted under the table of the kitchen. Once hidden, she placed her hands over her ears in an attempt to block out the gunshots.

That was the day Belinda started to become untrustworthy of people, the same day her parents served Midnight up for dinner.

10 Years Later...

Belinda watched in boredom as Grover poked at the food in front of him, lodging a sliver of pickle on his fork. He grimaced at the food before him and flung it across the room, wincing when it landed on a Capitolites hat. Belinda was not sure what to do, she had never been on a date before and by the looks of it, neither had Grover. The dude was used to getting girls in bed first time. However, Belinda was not going to be that easy.

"I am guessing you do not like the food," Belinda giggled, leaning her head on her right hand.

Grover sighed as he pushed his plate away from him. "Whatever happened to just a simple stake?"

"Whatever happened to kids being kids and not being forced to kill each other?" Belinda muttered, Grover, nodding in agreement as he gave an angered groan. At that moment Grover's arm lit up, his Arm Watch, the latest in Capitol technology projecting a text message in front of him.

I am assuming tonight is called off then?-Laurel

"What's that?" Belinda asked, shakier than she intended. Without missing a beat, Grover closed the message and gave a shrug.

"Just my mentor, Laurel Zetta, we were meant to have some extra training sessions, I forgot to tell her." He said it so cool, most people would have believed him and moved on but Belinda couldn't. She had been let down a number of times and she was not going to allow herself to be made a fool of again. Trust was a thing that had to be earned with Belinda so she pressed on.

"I thought Gerhard was you mentor-"

"He is but he is always drunk, at least Laurel teaches me stuff, everything I have learned is from her." Grover sighed, pulling out the menu, ready to pick something else to eat.

"How do you pay her-"

"Crying out loud, Bel, I ain't sleeping with her!" Grover snapped, making some of the restaurant guests look around in disgust. Grover straightened his tie and leaned in closer. "She is with Gerhard, just don't tell anyone, I was told in confidence...plus, I am not that type of guy, I would not have asked you here if I was a taken man." he said softly, a kind smile playing on his lips.

Belinda thought it over then gave a small nod, a guilty look on her face. "I am sorry for assuming, not the best history with trust...you should still reply, though, tell her you can't make it." she said, a trusting shimmer in her eyes as Grover pulled the screen back up and began to type.

Sorry, something came up, g2g, speak soon-Grover.

"Right, not that is out of the way, how was your day?" Grover asked, turning off his Arm Watch and scanning the menu.

"You was with me all day-"

"Okay, what did you think of the whole proposal?" He asked, slightly irritated.

"I thought it was sweet, has Loretta given an answer?" Belinda asked, picking an olive off her plate and placing it tenderly in her mouth.

"Nope, I still think Pallas is asleep from his meltdown, creep," Grover grumbled, nursing his injured pride due to Loretta assuming he could not take Pallas. "I think I will try the chicken soup, can't go wrong with that...hopefully-"

"Pallas is not a creep, he is a kind man who is scarred from his past, you would be the same if your mother was shot in front of you-"

"I would fucking bathe in my mother's blood, I hate the bitch," Grover growled, waving the waiter over. Belinda waited as the Grover made the order before she continued.

"I think that is a slight overreaction, I and my mother don't get on well but I would never wish death upon her," she said softly, causing Grover grab her hand and look into her eyes.

"You are right, we all hate our parents but deep down, yeah, we love 'em...but you know, if you keep being this kind, you will never win." Belinda thought about his words for a second, pulling away and straightening her back.

"I will be a different person in that Arena, I will be who I need to be to survive but for now, I just want to be me."

District 10:

Pallas Narciso-17

Belinda Herd-16

So yeah, my grandfather had a pet rabbit that got cooked into a pie, lovely.