Wow, we're getting through the reapings quicker now; Yes, they go on for ages but I want you to get a real feel for each of the tributes and become accustomed to their mentors etc. :D If it bothers you… Sorry!

Well, this will be the first part… :D

So the Thanks for making our fabulous tributes go to:

Amo-scribere for Dariela 'Dari' Malasky

Freakzoid 123 for Iian Trescott

Iian Trescott, District 6.

I resent this day every year, I may not be the worlds biggest 'people person' but that doesn't make me heartless; This is reaping day, a fitting title seeing as it alludes to the archaic legend of the Grim Reaper; some being sent to escort people to their deaths. That is what our district's escort truly is: a glorified Grim Reaper and it is almost certain that the two tributes of District 6 perish in the early stages of the Hunger Games. So yeah, this escort literally comes every year to 'escort' two helpless children to the Capitol and consequently their death.

I suppose a reason for my self inflicted isolation is that at any point my friends could be taken and then brutally murdered, solely for the entertainment of Panem's government and the other Capitol citizens. If I said it repulsed me I wouldn't be lying, but I also feel that the government does need some aspect of control over the districts, I just wish said 'aspect' wasn't so brutal. There must be some other way of enforcing control because in the end what does killing 23 young children achieve? Reduced population, grief?

Technically the Hunger Games do fulfil their purpose: the fear that grips the populace of Panem ensures that there is no plan of rebellion; thanks to the oppressive hand with which the Capitol rules we are guaranteed that the brief period of rebellion called the 'Dark Days' will never return; they guarantee that hope will never be allowed to blossom throughout Panem.

I turn towards a sound I hear; It is early morning so I doubt that anyone is walking throughout the streets, but then again it is reaping day and so many people have to wake early. For the people of the Capitol they can afford a 'day off', the same cannot be said for those of us in District 6. We must wake and go to our tedious work to ensure that all of the days work is finished in preparation for the reaping ceremony. The sound seems to be coming closer and now I am able to distinguish the sound: tears. I turn and jog down a side street; tears are all too familiar and I don't want to face them, hence the whole 'lone wolf' façade I maintain.

I am not heartless, I am simply aware that by getting close to people I am enabling them or the Capitol to hurt me; I do care for people, and would willingly lay down my life for those I do care for. Its just the people I do care for are in and far between to come by. I drag my feet along the pavement, rejoicing in the silence; they say you are alone in the world and I agree with that philosophy for in the end, you face whatever is coming alone. The thought does depress me but it is true, I stare into the sky; the sun is beginning to rise and conventionally it is beautiful; but utterly deceptive: the dawn of a new day promises hope and new life, when in reality it is just signalling a new day which brings death and a reminder that another day is dawning of people living beneath the tyranny of the Capitol: How ironic is it that today is the day truly bringing death and despair.

Although I am trying to avoid it, I'll have to go home soon; I'd left hours earlier to escape the tension that seems omnipresent within my home. The cause is that my younger sister Marilyn was asking for my mother's whereabouts and the thing is I am unable to answer that question; she could be dead, she could be living just around the corner.

When I was 8 years of age she disappeared, I went to bed one night and when I awoke she had gone. I asked my father what had happened and he remained silent. I've asked that same question on an almost daily basis and it still remains unanswered; I love my father but we have come to loggerheads a plethora of times on the topic of my mother, and now it seems my curiosity has passed onto Marilyn.

I arrive at the end of my street, sill reluctant to go home; to face the problems, I want to escape it all, I want to be free and to do as I please but that wish is one that will never come to fruition.

'Well where were you this morning Mister Trescott?' I turn to the voice, its Tate; the only 'friend' I have although our relationship is one of convenience; we both like to escape the mundane reality which is our lives in District 6 and if we weren't trapped beneath the Capitol, she would be the girl who won my heart with her laidback attitude and sharp wit; although she is also a beauty with her silver blonde hair, full lips and cerulean blue eyes.

'Out, and why were you looking for me?' She smiles at what she would call a 'smart ass come back' and rolls here eyes at my attitude, she realises that my isolation is a protective mechanism.

'Because I wanted to know if you wanted to grab some lunch? I know you don't really wanna go home so I thought I'd step in and save you. Seeing you're the damsel in distress and all that' she winks at me but I hold back my laugh; I need to keep her at arms distance, but she has a knack for getting under my skin.

'I don't feel like it. I have chores and other things to attend to' In all honesty, my name is in that bowl quite a few times and there is a good chance that I'll be picked, if I were to go with Tate I would be able to avoid going home. But if I didn't and my name was drawn at the reaping, I may never see my family ever again.

'Oh, well I'll see you afterwards. Unless you decide to go wandering off again.' She looks dejected but quickly covers it with a smile and disappearing into the adjacent street. I nod and then walk over to my house, realising this may be one of the last times I pass through the threshold of the place that has been my home for the last 16 years.

Dariela 'Dari' Malasky, District 6.

'Dariela Malasky' that's my name, as in I've just been chosen to enter the Hunger Games. No, this cannot be happening; it's simply an auditory hallucination, there is no conceivable way that our districts escort, Ramona Sorreson just called my name. I look up towards the stage and I see her with her bone white skin and candyfloss pink hair worn in a side braid that reaches her hip; It really is happening, I am being called to my certain death and there is absolutely nothing that I can do.

People in the crowd are beginning to turn to look at me but I cannot move, my limbs feel incredibly heavy and I feel the tears that threaten to spill over; I cannot move but I sure won't cry. God has chosen this fate for me, sacrificed me in order to save another's life but this doesn't scare me; my path has been laid for me and I will not turn from it, I will not go against the wishes of Our Lord.

This epiphany infuses me with strength and I move towards the stage, every step is a step closer to death but I no longer fear it; I embrace the wishes of God and in no time I am standing upon the stage. I am now resigned to my fate but I am shaking, however much I am prepared for death I am unable to suppress the chemical reactions associated with gut wrenching fear; the raised heart rate, the rush of adrenaline into my bloodstream. I close my eyes and take deep breaths in a vain attempt to calm myself, but my fear spikes again when I hear Ramona move back towards the microphone, ready to declare the other person unfortunate enough to join me on my journey into the afterlife, into the warm embrace of Our Lord.

'Iian Trescott' a boy emerges from the section designated for 16 year olds and however childish it sounds he is scary; I'd say he was at least 6' and would easily dwarf my frail figure of 4'7''. He has muscle too and sun kissed skin, with shaggy brown hair that fall into his eyes. His eyes are what scare me the most, so dark they appear black and more frighteningly they are dark tunnels, hiding secrets and an insight into his very soul. Just from the fleeting look into his eyes tell me everything I need to know: this boy is alone in the world but there is something in his eyes, a determination of sorts; to return home and the willingness to kill in order to do so.

'Happy Hunger Games, May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour. And wish your tributes the best of luck' Ramona Sorrenson wraps up the whole ceremony and at that point we shake hands, my tiny hand engulfed in his broad hands; potentially the hands which could be responsible for extinguishing my life. I repeat the Lord's Prayer in my head to try and maintain some sense of composure and stare into his eyes but he is staring avidly at the ground, determined not to look into my eyes.

The population of the crowd begins to thin and I am directed towards the Justice Building, where I will say my final goodbyes to my loved ones; from there my fate is in the hands of God. I find myself in a spacious room, littered with a number of luxurious items one would never find anywhere in District 6 but they don't appeal to me; these objects are symbols of our rulers gluttony, one of the seven deadly sins. I am content with what I've had, I survive and that's all that matters; the question from here is how long I have left to survive?

My Aunt Mikaylia rushes into the room, although she has been my mother for as long as I can remember; feeding me, tutoring me and nurturing my faith in God. Tears are falling down her face, her lips are pinched and her warm brown eyes are red and swollen. It is devastating; I do not want her to cry, my fate may be gruesome but there is still so much adversity plaguing Panem, it would be in her best interest to concentrate her efforts on helping those in need.

'All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness' My words are to tell her that God has put me in this position and not to worry for we have no control over it now, and that God gave her a purpose too: to heal the world and that she shouldn't mourn me.

'This shouldn't be happening Dari, you are such a sweet girl; these games aren't for you. However are you meant to win?' Her voice is quivering with fear, she knows I will die and there is nothing I can do; there is nothing I will do. I respect human life too much to ever harm another of God's creation; to kill someone is out of the question.

'Human beings are made in God's own image' I see the recognition flicker in her gaze; and then acceptance, she knows I will not negotiate my moral principals in order to survive. I will die, I accept that but I will die knowing I never compromised my beliefs. I will die as myself, not as some puppet of the Capitol. Aunt Mikaylia pulls me into her warm embrace; she recites the Lords Prayer to me and then pulls something from around her neck and hands it to me. It is her crucifix, and she has given it to me as my token; tears slide down my face and I am unable to express the overwhelming sense of gratitude that saturates my being, but my Aunt understands.

'Stand for what you believe in my Darling Dari, there is nothing more that anybody can expect from you. May the Lord stand with you now. I am so proud and I cannot tell you how much I love you; the daughter I was never blessed with' at that point the peacekeepers arrive to escort my Aunt away. It appears my designated time has passed, I have no more visitors; my only ever friend Aria was killed in the 59th Hunger Games but soon I will join her in Our Lord's Paradise.

Before I am escorted to the Capitol train I catch my reflection in a pane of glass. What I see sends shivers down my spine; my pale skin tinged with mud and dried blood, my gentle brown eyes narrowed in a fierce leer and my lips curled into an animalistic snarl: Is this what the Capitol expects of me? To become a monster which haunts my nightmares? No, I will not become this monster before me. My name is Dariela Malsky and I will die pure and innocent, I will die myself and I will die knowing I never questioned my beliefs.

Okay, two uploads in one night. It's 4.45 am here in Britain :'( and I couldn't sleep so here you go… The second part should be up soon!

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