Crimson gave a smile to a passerby, who gratefully returned it back.

'Pathetic' Her mind echoed as she waved to yet another dull minded person. They were all her friends, or at least they thought so. She didn't exactly use them, yet she didn't exactly not. They were there to make her look good, make her look likeable. And all the district did just that.

All of District Six knew Crimson. They knew her by her mesmerizing beauty and enigmatic personality. She babysit for them and always had the right thing to say. Everybody loved her. Nearly to the point of people thinking about her constantly. Which is just creepy.

Crimson said hi to yet another person as she continued walking. She felt the urge to run, to feel the wind beneath her legs. Though she couldn't, the peacekeepers might think she was running away from something.

No matter how ridiculous it might have sounded, it was true. It had happened before and the kid was mistakenly shot in the leg. After he had told them he was just out for a jog, the peacekeepers let him go.. for the time being. Later that day the boy was publically whipped for wasting a precious bullet. A legend is that his skin grew over the bullet and he imploded after a week or so. There were several other stories, but it didn't matter all that much.

So she continued to walk. Walk, Wave, Smile. A repeating patteren that manifested itself over the years. She would always put on a happy face, no matter how much her insides ached. No matter how twisted and gnarled up her lonely mind was she'd always smile.

She stopped suddenly, turning around after senseing a presence.

"Hey Aero!" she says, gazing to the shy looking boy.

"H-hey Crimson! Um.. Yeah."

Crimson gave a charsmatic chuckle, scratching her leg quickly. She really hated tight pants, they really itched.

Aero noticed this and decided to make a comment. "Wow, gotta hate them skinny jeans!"

Crimson smiled. "Yes, they really are. So, what's up?" she asks.

"Well.. I was wondering if... If you wanna... Go ou- baby sit this weekend!" he blurts.

Crimson gave him a quizzical look, yet nodded. "Sure! Trolley is so cute!" she comments.

"Yep." Aero says, scratching his head, face etched with the look of dissapointment.

'Nice one, Aero!' He thought.

"What's wrong?" Crimson asks, 'geninuely' concerned.

"N-nothing." he gulps quickly, looking the other way.

"Hey, we should hang out sometime. Oh.. By the way.. You look really nice today." she says, smiling. "Well, ta-ta! See you around Casanova!"

And with that she left, scratching her leg every now and then.

It was a normal day for Zerox. He had tended his hunger with a sip of molasses, and ate a bit of bread. His siter did the same as did his parents. They lied in a small shack and Zerox was a rather sickly boy. Pale skin with his bones petruding through his hollow flesh.

Zerox sighed as his sister rubbed her empty belly.

"We outta go. Ma, Pa.." he says, standing up. His weak frame wavered a bit as he held an extended hand to his sister. She grabbed it and walked with him. He looked to his parents as they got up.

He looked around one last time before he continued to town square.

A plump man with a face full of possible literal craters stood on the stage, peering upon the crowd with his yellow eyes. As soon as the last kids arrived, he tapped the microphone like it was some tradtion.

"Welcome! Ladies and Gentlemen! To the 2000th annual HUNGER GAMES! Today... one lucky young man and woman will be chosen to participate in this event, are you all excited?"

Cheers with no meaning sounded throughout the square. It was madantory, or at least the mayor made it so.

The escort smiled upon the crowd of sullen children and finally allowed his raspy voice to enter the microphone.

"Ladies first!" he says, walking over to a overflowing bowl. He gingerly placed to stubby fingers into the clear glass and plucked a name.

He looked at the paper and then walked back over to his rightful place. "CRIMSON SKYES!" he shouts.

A look of shock traveled its way across her features, her eyes widened, tears moistioning her corneas. Her eyes had a saddening gist to them as she slowly started walking. She looked at the people around as her feet clacked against the cobblestone.

"Wait!" a voice shouts. "I volunteer!"

"No." Crimson says a little to quickly. "I'll b-be fine. I don't need my friends in danger."

The female who had said that nodded, smiling.

"How brave." a voice murmurs.

"This isn't right!" a somebody shouts.

"It's alright! I can do it." her voice started as a yell but descended into a whisper.

"But, Crimson!" another person said.

Crimson gave them a sad smile and continued.

But inside, Crimson couldn't stop laughing! As soon as her colored name rung through everyone's ears, a giggle nearly escaped her parted lips. Her giggles turned into laughs as her feet continued to shuffle on the cobbled ground. The wind had lightly blown her beach blonde hair, and her shoes had made a barely audible squeak. Her heart was thundering with excitment as her palms seemed to welcome persperation.

Her eyes started to water slightly, a practice she had finally mastered. People all around her admired her strength even more and several others tried to volunteer for her, or speak out. All she needed was to get to the stage. Finally, she was getting revenge on humanity for what they had done to her family.

What humanity had done was un-impeccable. Disgusting even. They had gotten rid of her parents and she was going to get them back. In the arena.

When her feet had ascended the metal stairs, another name was called out. Zerox something-or-another.

She shook the escort's hand solemnly and looked at the ground. Yet not before eyeing her new prey. A sickly looking boy was being carried up since he had collapsed. You could see his ribs through his tight shirt and Crimson guessed the shirt was squeezing him. His skin looked yellowed and there was very noticable bags under his weary eyes.

Without even noticing it she had been dragged to inside a building.

Crimson's goodbyes:

As soon as she had entered the room she had dryed her meaningless tears. She had quickly taken a seat at the nearest chair.

The first person who entered was her grandparents.

"Honey, are you okay?" a frail voice asks.

Crimson wills her eyes to water again and meets her grandparents gaze. "I-I'm fine." she chokes.

Both of her elders exchange a look and approach the angelic beauty. "Listen, honey... I. I mean we- know you can win. Alright?"

Crimson nodded, and craned her head toward the door.

"How many people are out there?" she asks.

"Ohh.. more than I can count!" her grandpa says, his eyes glistening with salt water.

'Looks like I"m not going to be alone anytime soon...'

"Soo... where's Issac?" she asks.

"Oh, he should be coming in anytime now." her grandpa says.

"Oh! We love you so much Crimson!" her grandma cries, rushing over to her and enveloping her in an awkward hug.

Crimson hesitantly returns it back before the door opens.

"Times up!" barks a peacekeeper.

"What? No! We only had two minutes!"

"Well, theres too many people outside. Let's go!"

Her grandfather plants a wet one on Crimson's cheek and exits reluctantly with his wife.

Crimson wipes her eyes and lays down as some of her friends come in. She speaks with them and they leave. Next came in was her brother.

"Crimson.." her brother regards, his previous confidence shrinking away.

He had planned on laying it all on the table, telling her his thoughts. Yet he couldn't, she was just laying there like there wasn't a care in the world. Which there was.

"Hey, bro!" she says, giving an acknowledgeing nod.

"Well... good luck!" he says awkardly, hand on the door knob.

She nodded.

Isaac looked at her. "Wait.. why aren't you crying anymore? You might die?"

Crimson resisted givin g a scoff. "Well, alot of people visited me. They helped me accept my fate."

"Only seven people visited.. so far. Oh yeah! Shouldn't you be like.. anxious or something?"

"I am." her voice quivers slightly, as if for effect.

Isaac finally releases his grip on the knob and inches a bit closer."Oh.. well you are acting a bit apathetic mayb-"

"Are you trying to get at something Isaac?" she asks quickly.

"No, you are just acting oddly..." Isaac says cautiously. An overwhelming feeling of hatred he had tried to get rid of returned at her nonchalant attitude.

You weren't supposed to hate your own flesh and blood! They were the only ones you ever truly had...

He had tried and tried again to dissolve the hate he held for her. The deep, lasting hatred. He was nearly positive hating was a sin, yet he wasn't sure.

Within a moment's notice, Crimson had gotten up and looked him in the eye.

"Oddly how, brother?" she asks snidely.

Isaac looked into her eyes and saw horrible things in her blue irises.

"Hunger games." he says quickly.

Her eye light up at the word, in an almost hungry fashion as he continues to looke at her.

"What?" she asks in a sickly sweet voice.

A great sense of fear set of an alarm in his head and he had the sudden urge to run. His hand grabbed for the lovely knob his hand had peroccupied earlier, but he only found air.

He gulped and looked away quickly before looking back. Her eyes were still the same. A devilish mix of shocking blue with flecks of gray. In the moment, his idiotic conclusion had come true. He had finally pieced together the facts and possiblites and it was printed firmly in her eyes.

"Times up!" a hoarse voice calls, yanking his arm.

"Evil.." he mutters. "I know what you did! It was wrong you stupid sad-" the door closed abruptly after that and another friend came in.

Crimson wet her eyes again and wondered what Isaac had meant. She gave a few sniffles here and there as person after person filed in, and filed away the thought for a later time..

Zerox's goodbyes:

Zerox had laid on the couch, crying his eyes out. He felt sicker than usual and was pretty sure he would die on the spot. He looked to his yellowish skin and let out a strangled sob.

His family came in and they swapped hollowed words. Hugging one another with their bony arms, and slowed heart. They spouted 'I love you's' with no mercy and planted endless kisses.

Nobody told him he could win because they all knew it was useless. His days were numbered and his illness would claim his life at any moment. For all they knew he would keel over now.

Even though the words would bring slight hope to his poor soul.

Done! I hope you enjoyed it and we are almost done with the reapings! Can't wait! Please review! Have a nice day! :)