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Luna Mortem

17

~Why should I help you? Well, I mean other than the fact you're pretty, cause boy that's the only thing going for you.~

Hewwo. My name is Luna. I wanna be your best friend!

I swear, because I'm short, thin and pale people think I'm going to be a pushover. I gladly take the stereotype of course, if I'm underestimated it's easier to strike.

Like a baby animal full of deadly poison.

Cute.

Maybe it's ironic that my weapon is a dagger dipped in deadly poison. A small cut, then they're dead.

Maybe I should feel remorse, and I haven't killed often, or for no reason.

3 times.

The first time, I was 14. I had began to walk home without any friends, with just my dagger to keep me company. I haven't talked it with anyone but an old guy, around 40, came up to me obviously drunk. He tried to make something happen, I somehow managed to get a cut in and within seconds he was gone.

The second time was less of an accident. I had overheard a few boys talking about what they were going to do to Floria, my trainer, one of the only people I respect.

They weren't joking.

I spent a whole night learning how to bake until finally I had a perfect batch of cupcakes. I made icing and slipped in the juice of a flavourless but deadly berry, virtually unnoticeable.

The doctor announced him dead an hour later.

The final time was pure anger. I have a cat called Nova. Maybe the only thing alive I actually love, not just respect. I found a girl, about 20 torturing her, a sickly grin on her face. I saw red and strangled her to death. I'm normally extremely physically weak, especially for a career, but something completely snapped in that moment.

For weeks after Nova was jumpy and terrified of everything except me.

No one has ever caught me and no one ever will. I have a good facade, helpful and kind, always being gentle with the newbies. It's a mask and I'll never take it off until the day I die.

With the games coming up, and me volunteering, that's a possibility. I'm not cocky like a lot of my district, I get that I could die in the games. I just want an adventure. God people to know my name.

Whilst I of course prefers poison, my physical weapon is a dagger. I prove this as I chug it at the targets. Bullseyes every time.

Just as well because I'm useless with a sword.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and start walking home.

Once there, after saying hello to Nova, I get into the shower and wash the grime away. I stay under more than longer, wanting to look nice on the stage. I don't normally care about how I look but I need to make a good impression.

I don't know on who. Sponsers don't exist in this twist. Maybe the other tributes?

I hate wearing dresses normally but I put on my short, sparkly grey dress, pairing it with black sneakers. I run a brush through my shoulder length hair and put it in two plaits.

I don't want to say goodbye to Nova and I have a crazy idea. I shove her into a cat safe bag, the one I use when transporting. I don't want to take her onto the island but my family hates cats so I know she'll be safer in the Capitol, if I can get to her there.

If I die my family will kill her.

Nova trusts me, do there is no yowling from the bag. If anyone else comes even close to her, she'll claw them.

Like me I guess.

Jonas Hertz

18

~You may have history with him but you have chemistry with me.~

"Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven?"

The girl I'm talking to smiles at me, maybe she isn't taking me seriously but I first hand know how nice it is to be flirted with. Unless the person flirting with you is a creepy older guy who can't take no for an answer.

I've had to protect my female friends from some of those before.

Me and the girl, Venus, talk for a bit more but then I wave goodbye and go back to the axes. I'm not a violent person particularly, not like a lot of people my age, but I love the feeling of axes in my hand.

I guess, going into this games I should hide that. With the voting, I'm already going to be a major voting target, the worst thing I could do is seem violent to my tribe mates.

I finish up my training and go home for lunch. My family makes it a point to sit down and enjoy family meals. When I was younger, in my rebellious teen phase, I found it slightly stifling but it's a routine. Of course with the likelyhood I will die, I want to see my parents as much as possible.

I don't want to volunteer but my trainers have made it known that I'd I don't I will be known as an embarrassment and I'll never be able to get a job anywhere. Although my family isn't poor, we aren't well off and I need to get a job once I turn 19.

We eat lunch, talking about everything. We are all aware this could be our last family lunch but we don't want to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

After our meal is finished I walk upstairs and shove on the nearest things I see, A blouse and jeans. There's no real point to looking neat so I don't brush my hair or anything.

I hug my parents goodbye and run my hand against the smooth wall. I walk slowly to the square, memorising what I may never see again.

Luna Mortem

I stand at the front of the girls section, a hand on Nova, keeping her calm. At 12 I listened to the speech intensely, but now I couldn't care less. Finally it's over.

I barely register the face to the name called out. "I volunteer as the tribute for district 2!"

I say this loud and proud. For a second I feel more alive than ever before. Adrenaline pumps through me as I walk up to the stage, careful not to jog Nova. I feel free from anything I ever did wrong.

I feel free from all expectations.

I am Luna and I am free.

Jonas Hertz

I stand, moving slightly from foot to foot, waiting for the escort to finish her speech. Finally it is over and I start twitching slightly.

"Felia Kane!"

I don't recognise the name but I guess it doesn't matter. A second later a girl volunteers. She has a too big bag and her hair is in braids, despite looking the same age as me.

She doesn't look like she belongs. I think I've seen her in training and she's too sweet for the games.

Normally this would be good, less competition, but it means I have to be twice as likeable as I am naturally.

Soon our escort chooses a random name. How does the person picked feel right now.

"I volunteer!"

I step onto the stage and look out at the crowd. Right now they are cheering but how long will it take for them to forget me?

Luna Mortem

I sit in the room with a permanent smile on my face. The 12 year olds that think I care about them are saying goodbye to me. My parents have already said goodbye, neither of them noticing Nova.

Observant.

I smile and wave them off, breathing a sigh of relief when they leave.

Time for the trains.

Jonas Hertz

I hate the fact that I had to volunteer. I think the idea of the Capitol is bullshit. It's not fair that I had no choice in the matter.

People think careers are bloodthirsty but we aren't.

Well most of us aren't.

We just want to protect 12-15 year olds from being killed.

It's a shame we have to sacrifice ourselves to do that.

Favourite?

Will they die early or thrive on the island?

I forgot to mention but the favourite will get the train ride POV.

(so if say Bob got 6788 people saying he was the favourite from District 77 and Gilbert got 1, Bob would get the district 77 train ride.)

Fun fact: You can get Chlamydia from a koala.