Hi guys! Sorry this update took so long, I had it written but I was at my cottage where there is no internet, so I couldn't post it. Note to Batooo, you didn't include Bailey's age so I made it seventeen, as most training Careers are that age. I'll be happy to change it later if you review or message me with a different age.

Oh, and I'll warn you now that Bailey enjoys using profanity. What can I say? She's quite outspoken. XD

For Kael, I want you all to know the beginning is in italics as a flashback and then it goes back to normal to show the present day.

Please read and review! : )

(Bailey Gizer D5)

I'm whizzing through the fields, clutching my loaded and brilliantly crafted bow, until I finally spot my older brother Zero sneaking through the tall grass, the sun glinting down on his own silver bow, making it shimmer.

I shoot a volley of arrows ( fake, training ones of course) at his neck, but before they can reach him he ducks, and sends one of his arrows towards my stomach. I sidestep the attack, and race towards him, shooting with great aim. I'm moving with incredible speed now; repeating swift ducks and sidesteps, until I'm a few feet from Zero.

He smiles, and shoots the last arrow in his quiver. I snatch it before it can make contact with my skull, and break it in half. He knows now is when our father, Orion would tell us to start the hand to hand combat. Zero clenches his hands into fists and gets a good punch to my stomach, almost knocking me to the ground. I straighten myself up, and with all my force, bundle both my fists together and smash his nose. He falls to the ground, blood staining his white shirt.

"STOP!" My father's voice echoes through the field. It's not angry, but sure as hell Zero's going to be.

He gets up off the ground, daggers shooting from his eyes.

"Dumbass! I'm going to go to the reaping with a crooked nose!" He booms at me.

"You're the dumbass, your technique was horrible." I say indifferently, smirking.

Orion just shakes his head and orders Zero to go home and get ready. I expect he's going to give me the praise I certainly deserve.

"Listen to me, Bailey," he says sternly," you know the reason I train you and your brothers for the Games, and it's not for you to go and volunteer. It's to give you chances if you're picked. DO NOT VOLUNTEER."

The stupid old codger. I'm volunteering, and when I win and receive that gorgeous house and all that glory, he's going to be so fucking sorry.

When I reach home, I dress in a black party dress with a shimmering fitted bodice. I apply minimal makeup, because let's face it, I really don't need it.

When I reach the square, a stony smirk frozen onto my face, I'm actually beaming on the inside. I'm going to wipe all those bastards out this year.

My father, Zero and the rest of my brothers are eyeing me with anxiety. They're all worried I'm going to volunteer. Damn right I am. The sooner they accept that, the better, and if they can't…

Well they'll be missing out on all the riches in Victor's Village.

I push through the crowd in front of the reaping stage, until I reach the designated seventeen area.

Mayor Opal drones on and on in his monotone voice, reciting the same speech he does every year. About the Dark Days, and our unfailing devotion to the Capitol, yada yada yada. It's so effing boring.

Gypsy Listowel, a woman shimmering completely gold prances onto the stage, flipping her hair and smiling as if she's supposed to be attractive. Look at me, I don't even have to try and she's spray painting herself with all kinds of crap.

"It's a pleasure to be here in District Five today!" she pipes, eyes bulging from their sockets. Freak.

She continues to blabber on stupidly, and I steal glances around the crowd. We have little to none male Careers this year, and the only female Career besides myself is an eighteen, Zana Harman. She's the biggest bitch Panem has ever seen.

Finally, Gypsy stops rambling and begins to stride to the girl's reaping bowl. I can't help but spread a malicious smile across my face.

"Robin Kar-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" Zana and I say in unison.

Rage is fuelling through me, and before I know it, we're both running to the stage. Zana is getting further ahead, so without thinking I slip off my heel and chuck it straight to the back of her skull. She drops onto the uneven gravel in a heap, unconscious. Some amused whispers come from the crowd, and some horrified gasps. A few people, most likely her family pick her up, scowling at me. The Peacekeepers don't even acknowledge the girl. Of course they don't care too much about what happens around here. I smirk, and step onto the stage.

Gypsy looks very flustered at this point, as if she could pass out just like Zana. I grimace at her triumphantly, and she finally collects herself and, legs' shaking makes her way to the boy's bowl.

"Kael Storlie!"

A rugged looking sixteen is walking to the stage, his limbs clacking uncontrollably. His eyes are glazed with fear, and I stifle a harsh laugh. He'll be killed at the bloodbath, and I'll make sure it's by me.

Before he can reach his spot on the stage beside me, his eyeballs roll to the back of his head. He gives one more twitch, and hit's the stage with a thud.

How many damn people are going to pass out today?

Kael is hoisted over a Peacekeeper's shoulder, and when we reach the Justice Building I refuse visitors. I don't need a stupid ass lecture from five men who think they're better than me. I can't help but burst into laughter when Kael is thrown onto the couch like a rag doll. He wakes up a few minutes later, not doing anything significant.

Then it all hits me.

I'm in the Games. I'm in the Games! I, Bailey Gizer, will not bring mercy to anyone. I'm coming back more terrifying and beautiful than ever.

And if anyone has a problem with that, I hope they'll enjoy a good arrow to the neck.

(Kael Storlie D5)

The valley is sprouting with small, colourful flowers. A few cows stand in the field, ploughing through grass. A young calf putters around adventurously, being so bold as to nuzzle Garrett. I smile, breathing in the fresh air.

"Be sure to stay well away from the water. You can't swim yet, and it goes straight to the waterfall." I warn.

He nods half-heartedly, disappointment brimming in his eyes.

We spend an hour gathering roots and leaves for a salad, running along in the field, staring up at the clouds, and climbing the one of the few trees in the small valley. When Garrett announces that he's beginning to get hungry, I search for the backpack I had brought full of food.

"You stay here. I left the backpack just up a few hills over there." I point to an assortment of rock and grass a few hundred metres away.

"Okay, hurry back!" Garrett smiles.

I run to the hills, and climb them carefully. When I get to the final hill, a loud splash, followed by a bloodcurdling scream echoes in my ears.

"KAEL! HELP!"

Time seems to slow as I dash over the hills, rocks cutting searing pains through my legs. I just keep running, pushing myself forward with all the stamina I have.

Garrett's struggling to keep afloat in the churning water, his body frozen in terror. When I reach him, I want to dive in, or to even gain control of my limbs, but I can't. I'm frozen, just like Garrett.

His heads bobs under the water, and I try to scream for help, but nothing can come out. My throat is dry.

"Please…" Garrett croaks.

And before I black out, he's washed away down the waterfall, screaming my name.

(An Hour Later)

My father's foot connects with my stomach with powerful impact, making me plunge backwards into the wall.

"It's your fault, you bastardly, human scumbag. He wouldn't be dead if it weren't for YOU!" he roars, slamming the door as he storms out.

My body aches with an indescribable pain. Long sobs wrack my body, and I fixate my eyes to the ceiling.

"C-come b-back, Garrett. I n-need you. Everything's f-falling apart." I wail.

(Present Day)

I scratch Rascal's ears affectionately and he barks, tail wagging happily.

"I-I'll be back s-soon, Rascal. R-right a-after the reaping."

I walk down the streets, hanging my head. I don't want to deal with anyone who might notice me today. Shortly after I find my place among the sixteen's, Mayor Opal begins his speech. It's painstakingly long, but it finally comes to a close. His voice is then replaced by the loud chirp of a Capitol woman.

When the female's name is called, two girls volunteer, which arouses a large fight. One girl expertly throws her heel straight to the other's skull, and once the unconscious girl is taken away, things settle down. I'm staring ahead obliviously when the escort calls the boy's name.

"Kael Storlie!"

I'm frozen in a dream-like state now, walking up to the stage. When I'm standing in front of the crowd, it's all too much. Thousands of pairs of eyes bore into mine, and my limbs finally give way. I'm shaking uncontrollably, and I hit the cold ground, eyes flying closed.

(Later)

I wake up in the Justice Building with a pounding headache. It takes a second to regain my vision, and then I see her.

Bailey Gizer.

My interrogator since day one. I don't know how many times she's slurred insults at me in her harsh tone, abused me just like my father does.

When her bones are breaking under my hands, I bet she'll finally wipe that smirk from her face.