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Ramone Hallert, 17

"Fang, Acid, get your butts over here!" I bark.

Fang lumbers towards me whilst Acid continues to rummage through a giant dumpster.

"I said get over here!" I roar.

Fang strides over to acid and grabs him by Acids ginger hair.

"Get off me!" Acid cried. His ginger hair is decorated in layers of filth and grime and he narrows his blue eyes. He stands up and his uncovered chest gleams in the shining sun. A bead of sweat traces its way across his muscular body and I attempt to cover a smirk.

"Hey Ramone. You like this?" He teases and shoots an extremely unattractive pose done by all the skanky girls around District 5. I burst out laughing and he ambles towards me, a bag of food in his hand.

"We did well." Fang announces. We all have filled our hessian sacks and congratulate each other.

"My god, I'm starving for a good bread loaf." Acid whines. I search through my sack and reveal a warm, wholegrain loaf. I chuck it at Acid and he gleams in response.

"Hey! Thats my bread!" Someone shouts from behind us. We all turn and see the baker sprinting towards us.

"Run!" Bellows Fang.

We all turn on our heels and sprint for the old, abandoned warehouse. My liquorice black hair whips my face and I lock my ebony eyes on a set of barrels. I slow down a bit to give Fang and Acid time to run ahead. Once they've leapt over the barrels I run over to the barrels and jump over them before knocking them down and rolling them towards the enraged baker.

"What the-"

The first barrel plows into the baker and he's thrown off his feet. I use this to my advantage and run off to catch Acid and Fang.

Eventually I reach the warehouse panting and Acid and Fang are cracking up.

"The look on his face!" Chortles Fang

Acid clasps his hands to his cheeks and opens his mouth in surprise. This earns another round of laughs from Fang.

"Ok guys, that went well," I begin.

"Well? Well!? That went great! One of the best so far!" Corrects Fang gleefully.

We all pool our winnings and call the rest of our gang over.

Livvy saunters in and plops herself down in a rotting sofa. The sofa creaks under her muscular frame and she grins cockily.

"Did you actually get something half decent?" Snickers Livvy.

"See for yourself." Contends Acid.

He dumps his loot on an old table and food spills out of the sack. Livvys eyes lighten up and she motions for Wreck and Rubble to witness our winnings.

Livvy and I chose to stick with our original names while the men decided to mix things up a bit. Acid's real name is Tex whilst Rubbles is Polark.

"You managed to get all this?" Asks Wreck in disbelief.

Acid, Fang and I stand smugly before everyone and we are given a warm round of applause.

"Ok enough everyone! Get some breakfast then prepare for the reaping. Once it's over, meet back here. Any questions?" I bark. I earn no responses.

I swagger towards the food and pick what I want first. Being the leader means I have first privileges on pretty much everything! Once I've collected my food I sit down and enjoy the warm bread rolls and apple.

Then I stand up, empty my plate walk into our giant, conjoined room. A row of worn mattress' and cardboard boxes greet me and I scuttle towards the one with RAMONE written in permanent marker. I pull out a white shirt and a mahogany, worn shirt to wear for the reaping.

"Has anyone filled up the bath?" I shout to my allies.

"Yeah, I did. Although it's probably gone cold by now!" Responds Rubble.

Instead of refilling the bath with semi-warm water I just decide to use the used water. I enter our 'bathroom' and throw my clothes on the old wardrobe we managed to find a few month back. I pull my clothes off and place them into the laundry box and lower myself into the brisk, cold water.

I scrub the grime off my body and soak aimlessly in it for a few minutes before pulling myself out and draping a towel over my wet shoulders. I throw on my clothes and swagger out into the wreck room and wait for everyone to get ready. Acid and Fang take the longest seeing they came on the hunt with me so I'm not surprised when they enter last.

"All right then. Let's get on moving." I advise.

We all prowl silently throughout the alleyways and scare off any citizens whom we happen to cross. We are the most notorious gang in District 5 and have expectations to live up to; eluding the peacekeepers being one of them.

"We're here." Announces Fang. The white Justice Building enters my line of sight and we file into the line to get marked off. People part at the sight of us and we slip smugly into the row.

When the capitol lady asks for my finger I give her my middle finger; my own act of rebellion. She doesn't seem to either notice or mind and I snicker silently to myself. In the background I hear our escort rattle on to the District about how 'happy and excited' he is to be escorting our District.

Livvy and I have just entered our roped off area when she cries out the name of our female tribute. I don't hear it and stand there silently.

Livvy nudges me with her elbow and I stare at her.

"What?" I ask annoyed.

"You." She responds.

"Me what?" I argue.

"Ramone Hallert? Are you here?" Asks our escort.

This time I hear him. I parade up the aisle, emitting an air of cockiness. I have expectations to live up to, this being one of them.

Tobius Karuna, 15

The first blow comes at me like a bullet, silently and painfully. Blood gushes from my nose and I don't give him the satisfaction of hearing me scream. He yanks my black hair and slams my head against the wall, this blow earns another round of blood. I squeeze my sea-green eyes shut to block out the blood that stream from my head.. A sharp pain erupts from my sides and I know I've just been kneed in the ribs. Eventually the pain stops and I curl into a ball.

"Ow!" Shrieks Jazzy. Her cries pierce me like a dagger. I cover my ears but that doesn't block out the crying and screaming that envelops our small house.

"You! It was all you two! You killed your mother!" Shouts an enraged dad. Eventually I black out from the pain and blood loss and my last memories are of Jazzy screaming.

Memories of yesterday flood back from yesterday as I wait silently in my roped off area. By morning the blood had clot and the bruises had made an appearance. I examine the bruises and scars and wince with every touch.

Dad came home drunk and that only meant one thing for my twin Jazzy and I. We tried hiding but it was no use. He found us and the comments and pain was shortly delivered after. Our mother died whilst giving birth to us and dad has forever blamed us.

I get sympathetic looks from the other kids my age but nobody does anything. Everyone knows my dad beats Jazzy and I; except for the peacekeepers. We try to hide the bruises and scars but it doesn't work. We also can't tell the peacekeepers or otherwise dad will 'track us down and beat us so hard we'll be begging for death to come.'

Quinton Bobbofield bounces on stage and addresses District 5.

"Hey District 5! Are we all excited? I sure know I am. I'm so happy and honoured to be representing such an amazing District that always has some fierce competitors." Bubbles Quinton.

I guess that last part is true. We usually have some tributes that make it pretty far. For example last year, the male tribute made it to the final 4.

"Let's not bother with the 'boring' stuff, let's get on to picking our female tribute!" Cheers Quinton.

I'm pretty sure skipping the 'essentials' will earn Quinton a spot on President Wolf's 'hit list' as I like to call it.

He struts towards the giant glass ball and delicately sticks his pale brown hand in and pulls out a piece of paper.

He clears his throat before announcing our female tribute.

"Ramone Hallert!"

The name is known by everyone in District 5. Ramone Hallert, leader of the notorious gang 'The Night Riders'. Everyone breathes a sigh of relief because maybe, just maybe, the Night Riders will split up and let u rest in peace.

He waits a few seconds before asking again

"Ramone Hallert? Are you here?"

Ramone emerges out of hiding and saunters towards the stage. She smiles cockily and walks to the stage with ease. She snatches the microphone away from Quinton and address' us.

"Here I am, your new victor."

We all boo her and she flips us off in return before directing her finger at the cameras. She couldn't possibly be directing her finger at the capitol.

"My, my. Looks like we have a fighter." Declares our escort.

"Just shut up and pick the guy." Sasses Ramone.

Everyone catches their breath and stare in disbelief at Ramone. She stands on stage annoyingly and picks at her nails. Quinton looks like he's about to cry and shuffles towards the glass bowl containing the guys names.

"Tobius Karuna!" He announces. His voice is shaky from his experience with Ramone but my legs are shaky because of what I just heard.

My name bounces off the walls of the Town Square and I take a few shaky steps into the row. Rocks and gravel decorate the path floor and I step aimlessly on them.

"There you are." Quinton says happily.

Tears threaten to spill from my green eyes but I fight them down. The tears aren't for me, but for Jazzy. She'll have to endure a few weeks alone with dad, most likely forever. I won't be there to comfort and protect her when dads fists slam into her.

I plod up the steps and stand next to Quinton and Ramone. Ramone stares bullets at me and I dare not to look.

"Give a warm round of applause for your tributes. Tobius Karuna and Ramone Hallert." Says Quinton unsurely.

The tiniest of applause is heard and I can't help but choke on a sob. I turn and walk through the doors leading into the Justice Building to say goodbye. My only visitors will be Jazzy and possibly dad. I never bothered to make friends.

As soon as I seat myself down the oak doors open and Jazzy pushes through, followed by dad. Jazzy leaps into my arms whilst dad smiles sadistically.

"Try to win. Please." Sobs Jazzy. Her eyes are puffy and red and will most likely be bruised by the end of the night.

"I promise." I whisper.

We continue to hug and only stop when dad 'clears' his throat.

"My turn now." He hisses.

He stalks towards me, like a mutt hunting a tribute.

"I hope you come home, we can't let Jazzy have all the fun." He snarls.

Then what he does is so sudden and unlike him I almost shout; he hugs me. He reeks of vodka and tobacco and I feel his hand dig into my neck. He squeezes hard and I feel skin tear.

"One for good luck." He sneers and grabs Jazzy's arm and pulls her out the door.

I rub my neck gingerly and blood smears my hand. This is tiny compared to the pain that's been inflicted before, and the pain that's sure to come.

I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Thanks to imawin4u and tiger happy tiger for submitting these tributes :) I hope you like how I wrote them.