Sidney Fawkes, 16, District 2 Male

At first glance, the nation of Panem looks like a strong, united country. A person can easily see that the districts are ruled well by the Capitol, the people are reasonably happy, and the Capitol is flourishing. Loyal districts are rewarded by the Capitol with extra supplies and better conditions, and the system goes on, both the Districts and the Capitol seeming to mutually help one another. But when you pulled away the covers, if you looked closely at the districts, you could see the resentment harbouring in the districts. People didn't like that the Capitol won the war against the districts. People wanted change, and they were still fighting for it. The Hunger Games quelled some of the resentment, but behind closed doors, people still murmur about overthrowing President Ember and taking back their freedom that they lost in the Dark Days. But the more vocal ones are made to be quiet; silenced by mysterious assassins that were rumoured to be loyal to the Capitol. Whenever one of their victims were found, they had the mark of light on their forehead. Some people believed that the assassins weren't real; that it was just a serial killer with a penchant for rebels, but they couldn't deny the mark of the light on each victim's forehead. They couldn't deny that when they died, it was making Panem a better place. By killing rebels, the Eternal Sun was helping purify Panem. That was why I was currently training to become one of them. When I joined at nineteen, I would finally be able to carry on my parent's work.

Until then, I still attended school and took side jobs to get extra sesterces. I acted just like a normal teenager, hiding my weapons skills, brushing aside the frequent 'business' trips of my parents, and just trying to fit in. But whenever my parents were notified of unrest in any of the districts, they would slip out of District Two and eliminate it under the cover of night. We never wanted the sun to shine upon the rebels. They were always killed at night.

Mother had taken me once with her. It was an older woman in District Three, a grandmother who had been revealed to be a leader of a rebel force. I had watched Mother break in quickly into the house, checking the bedroom before finding the woman in her kitchen. Mother had quickly shot her, and I had watched the blood stream down her face as she stared at me, saying a name that I couldn't hear. I had watched her die. I would do the same in only a few years. The Eternal Sun was counting on young recruits, and I was not going to let them down. I was a loyal agent.

Mother and Father were currently in their bedroom, quietly chatting about Clay Wolfe and his failure to have brought back another victor for Two. Although their loyalty lay to the Capitol, Mother and Father were very patriotic about District Two. In a sense, they viewed the Games as a necessary sport. It was something to distract them while they were at home. Most things in our home were just distractions for them while they were at home. Our leather furniture, made by the finest craftsmen in Panem, were never sat on. Mother's and Father's bed was almost never used. Even our kitchen had little food in it; Mother and Father felt little need to stock the cabinets if they only ate in our house every week or so. Only my room was really used in our house, only I ate at the table regularly, bought food, and slept in the house. I was alone more times than not.

I listened to Mother and Father quietly, ignoring my near-completed homework for a moment. The Eternal Sun taught all agents how to eavesdrop. Even though it was taught so that we could filter people's true allegiances, I still shamelessly used it to listen in on the conversations of my parents. They never told me much about their personal matters, so it was the only way I learned anything anymore.

"You don't have to be so judgmental, Lynessa!" My father's voice drifted to my ear, and I pressed it against the wall.

"And I shouldn't worry about that other woman of yours? What's her name, Elizabeth? You're in love with a wench, Alistair."

"And you haven't had your fair share of illicit romance? Duncan was good enough for you, even though he's a married man. Our relationship is strictly professional, Lynessa. We don't need to bring emotions into it. It's too messy."

"Agreed. I don't even know why the Sun even paired us up sometimes."

I jumped away from the wall and sat back down at my desk, furiously writing equations as my mother walked past my bedroom. She looked inside to see how I was, then walked down the hallway, her footsteps echoing through our silent house. My father fidgeted in his room for a bit longer, then walked down the hall. He stopped at my room. "How are you?"

"Good! I'm good!" I said, turning around to see my father. Mother always pointed out that I was his spitting image, that it was because of his suave dark hair and dazzling hazel eyes that she first fell in love with him. I hadn't known that she was such a good liar until now.

Dad smiled, turning to leave. "I've got to leave to District Three. Some idiot's been vandalizing the Justice Building, so duty calls. Have a good night, Sidney!"

"Thanks! You too… " I trailed off, watching Dad leave and out of the driveway. Mom did the same in the opposite direction, and a trail of dust followed both. I was alone again.

Hey all! I wrote this chapter to have a back-up, so now we're all good! What did you think of Sidney and his parents? I found him fun to write, and his skills will be pretty fun in the games. I still need a District 11 Female (sorry, but I don't accept review tributes. If you want to sub though, make an account and submit :D), but when I have one, we'll be prepared! We're over halfway into the intros, so it'll likely be going more slowly after today, but I'm still happy with how much I've done now. Until next time, TheAmazingJAJ