Copper Smitt POV

What is a youth? Impetuous fire. What is a maid? Ice and desire. The world wags on, a rose will bloom... It then will fade: so does a youth, so does the fairest maid. Comes a time when one sweet smile has a season for a while... Then love's in love with me. Some they think only to marry, others will tease and tarry. Mine is the very best parry. Cupid he rules us all. Caper the cape, but sing me the song, Death will come soon to hush us along. Sweeter than honey... and bitter as gall, Love is a task and it never will pall. Sweeter than honey and bitter as gall. Cupid rules us all...

I quietly hum the sweet tune, trying to calm my nerves about today. Today I must volunteer. I must. Today Redliam Finsterdam is volunteering, The boy who killed my older brother, the boy who murdered my only friend just because he stole a comb to give to me for my birthday. The boy that ruined the last tiny bit of happiness I had, only one year after my other brother died in the 154th hunger games. Today I must volunteer so I can kill Redliam and avenge Victoire. I've been watching Redliam for every waking moment for five whole years, learning his strategies, his ways, I know how he does everything. I know that I won't win, because I haven't trained for that; I've trained so that I can kill Redliam. Once that rotten monster of a boy is dead, I will take my death with dignity and let this sad excuse for a life end forever. I've given everything to learn how to kill Redliam: even my pride. Five years ago, when I was only thirteen years old, I met a boy at school who was very talented at training, and would do anything to see, well, a bit of skin. He would teach me, help me throw knives, help me learn how to counteract Redliams skills. Of course, after my lessons I had to pay the price. I'm not going to tell mother that I'm volunteering today, she's lost her will to live and doesn't kill herself ONLY because she wants to take care of me. She will lose it when her final child gets butchered on live television, I suppose. The thing is, I understand completely, that as why I'm going to volunteer for the games. I will get my bit of revenge, and then all this will end, and my personal hell will be over. I was there when Redliam murdered Victoire, standing in the shadows of the alley; I was too afraid to show myself, I didnt want to die too. How silly I was. Now I welcome death. I slowly brush out my short,matted black hair and wipe a tear from my grey eye. I used to be happy, joyful and kind. I used to live in a wondrous family, but one by one death has taken its toll. Now it's my turn to die, to leave this personal hell. I sigh as I put on a grey tee shirt and disturbingly short short shorts. Since I can't afford nice clothes, I'm going for the purposely slutty look, something that would've ashamed me five years ago, but not any more. What does it matter What people think of me? I'll die anyway. I walk out the "door" of our half rotten shack and walk to the town square. Time to accept my fate,to avenge my brothers, to murder Redliam. I stand in line and avoid the gazes of the other girls as I get my prick and walk to the 16 year old girls section. Utopia Alzz, our escort, trots on and gives her mind numbingly boring speech before reaching her greenish and into the girls bowl. "Ladies first! Our girl is V-"

"I volunteer as tribute." I say, loudly but dully. I walk up to the stage and look down at the audience, gaming at the volunteer. They're in for a surprise when they get two,that never happens here. Except now. Time to get my revenge.

Redliam Finsterdam POV

I lay in bed, grinning to myself. Today is the reapings I get to volunteer, and I get to murder kids! This is going to be so much fun, I get to kill then on live television, and then be a Victor afterwards, what a deal! I'm eighteen now, so this is the year I've been waiting for. You see,when I was young, up to eleven years old, my father would beat me and my brother, sometimes until we were unconscious, but when I turned twelve, we made a deal. If I volunteered when I was eighteen, he wouldn't beat us anymore. If I backed out, he would personally kill me. It's been nice, avoiding all that pain. I don't mind killing, its just normal. My father beat me, so it's okay, and so is murdering people. I killed some random kid five years ago for stealing my comb after all. The comb was about to be thrown away, but I felt like making him pay, and no one could've cared about that dirty little kid anyway. Ice been training for ages, waiting for this day of glory, this day when I can be the amazing from five. Five never gets volunteers, so they'll all adore me! I stretch my arm and comb out ginger hair, grinning in the mirror at my emerald eyes. I may not look it, but I'm bloodthirsty. I can't wait for thks! I pull on some dark blue trousers and a blue shirt. Its nothing special, But it suits me, and I like it. I walk outside and hurls knife at a tree, smiling as it lodges into the trunk. That will be a child. My dad might actually like me once I win. Honestly, though My little brother, Lace, looks up to me, I don't care if father beats him, as long as its not me. "Hey Red!" I turn around and see my friends Gerum, Fradin, Lokan and Rumpin standing outside the gate of our peacekeeper home.

"Hey! Are you excited to see me kill those little kiddies?! I can't wait! I'll slaughter them one by one..." they grin.

"Yeah, we know you will, but right now we just gotta get to the square on time, ya know? To avoid the peacekeepers? Of course, your dad's one, so we're okay..."

"My dad wouldn't hesitate to beat me. Now, come on, let's go." We walk to the Justice Building and wait in line to get our pricks. This is so exciting! We hurry to the18 year old boy section and I zone out as the escort drones on. C'Mon Utopia, no one cares. I don't really notice anything at all, actually, until the girls is reaped. And then another girl volunteers and walks up there. I can't believe this! District five never has volunteers, yet this slut just had to ruin my glory. She will pay, she'll be my first kill. This is horrible! She ruined my joy of being the only from five!

"And now for our boy... A-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" I scream at the top of my lungs. At least I sounded better than that girl, Copper.

"W...what? Two volunteers from district five?" Utopia looks truly astonished. "Well, this is a Panem first! Shake hands you two!" Copper snarls at me as she digs her fingernails into my hand, idiot. She will die for this. "Everyone, lets give a hand to our tributes for district five!"

Copper Smitt POV

I stand in ny waiting room, dreading my mother when she realizes that I've volunteered. Maybe she won't come at all. The door opens, no such luck. "Copper, why!" She screams, tears running down her face. "Why did you do this to me?! You're all I have left, You can't do this..." She trails of as she pulls a pill from her pocket. "You wanted to avenge them, didn't you. I can't watch ny last child die! She swallows the pill and sinks onto the ground.

"Mother, don't..." her eyes go blank and I reach down to feel her pulse. She's dead. She killed herself. I'm the last one, now I will gladly take my death. "I'm sorry mother." I whisper. "Tim- Oh God, what's happened here?" A peacekeeper looks at mother, then at me. "She couldn't take it." I say. He picks up her body and walks away, as I walk to the train. Happy Hunger Games to you too.

Redliam Finsterdam POV Father and Lace walk in and run over to me. Father actually smiles, maybe for the first time ever. "Good, you did it. Go kill thosk. ids, make them suffer. Definately kill the girl, the nerve..."

"They'll suffer. They'll all suffer." Lace frowns. He never ended up like me and father, he's gentle and kind, he hates death.

"Maybe you could just make it qui-"

"Don't be silly,they must die in agony and pain, their blood must stain the ground." He looks at the floor and father kicks him.

"Idiot! Your brother at least has a brain. Make it quick! What a stupid thing to say. Listen to Redliam."

"Sorry." He mumbles.

"Anyway, murder them, Then we'll have a nicer house, and I'll be the father of a Victor. Do it."

"TIMES UP!" Another peacekeeper walks in, pushes them out, and leads me to the train. Now I get to kill them, and make them all die. I can't wait.

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