A/N Sorry for the brief language in this chapter and yes this is another one of my characters. Let me know what you think about Ace. Review! Oh yeah, sorry for the really really really really long wait. ): makes me sad to disappoint. REVIEW! (: I love ya'll guys, you're so awesome!

-Ren

District three: Ace Hughes

Ace Davis was almost basically your average career, except he hated the capitol. But then again, who didn't? Ace consisted of a tall built frame, with rough calloused hands, and sturdy legs. He stood at 6"1, broad-chested with wide arching shoulders, and a light golden brown complexion. His bleach blonde white hair (although it really was natural) was cropped neatly with a few swift pieces falling towards his left eyebrow. Lastly, his eyes were the deepest brown, almost entirely black, not unlike those of a raven.

Ace got his name from his skill. Hand him a dagger and it will make a clean, precise, cut straight through his target. He never misses. If he did, it would be his downfall. No one is quite sure if Ace is his real name, but no one actually argues. His mother was a single parent raising three boys, Ace being the oldest at sixteen. His father left after his younger brother, Conner, was born. Ace didn't exactly think highly of him.

Therefore, Ace is the father figure of his family, who were pretty poor for a district three family. Ace didn't ever plan to train; in fact no one even wanted him to any way. However, when they saw Ace in action, they knew he could be a champion. They worked him to death training. He only went along with so he could be prepared for the games, he wasn't sick and twisted like the other kids there. Is the point of the games to love killing the other twenty three children?

Ace carefully brushed through his fine white hair and buttoned up his navy blue plaid dress shirt, his hands slightly trembling at the thought of this being his last day at his home. The chances were slim, but it still got his heart racing every year. There were volunteers for people like him, right?

He slid on black dress pants and shoes and walked to the kitchen. Oat meal. As usual. Coming from district three everyone was quite intelligent when it came to technology; therefore Ace had made it a priority to observe all the old games and try to figure out the devices, especially the mines. Oh yes, he had plans with the mines, he was ready to shake up the hunger games.

When he got to the town center he stood quietly, swaying in the chilly wind with the other possible tributes. The average reaping proceeded until president snow appeared, god he was old. Ace tuned it out until he heard president snow announce proudly, "This years quarter quell, there will be no volunteers, for the capitol shows no mercy!" where they popping mental pills down there in the capitol? Or should he be worried about the water?

"Ladies first! And the tribute is….Topaz Clearwater!" she was extremely creepy, and did she even go to school, she also looked a little mental. OH my god, the psycho just beat a girl to death. Fuck. Holy shit! She's still smiling. What a fucking psycho!

"And now for the boys," the announcer looked a little green, "Ace Hughes!" ace thought she was considering retiring. Wait…what? FML, Ace though to himself. (Hahaha I say that way too much)

"Ace Ace Ace!" they were…cheering for him?

He walked slowly but surely to the stage and made a promise right there, he wasn't going down without a fight. Oh yeah, this year things were going to change.