Here's District 9, this is easy. I really want to the reviews I gotten before I rewritten. I am back so bring in the reviews! I really like how Sunny turned out in this chapter.

Thank you LadyCordeliaStuart, Sky, Norbus95, Nightcat, and my dear friend, let's name him Henry for Jeff.

Sunny Ackerman (15,9)

I grabbed the ladle from the counter and stirred the steamy chilly. I could hear Cassius' laughter from nearby in another room with his wife and two children. I turned off the stove and poured the chilly in bowls for the peacekeeper and family. I knew my shift was probably almost over but I didn't care. I love this job and hope I won't get fired one day. I opened the cupboard for some crackers to add some flavor and located the crackers hidden behind a box of noodles. I grabbed a handful of crackers and crushed them in my hand, crumbs fell from my hand but I ignored it and poured the crush crackers into the bowls full of chilly. I obtained some spoons and brought the steamy bowls to them. His wife looked at me with hatred but quickly changed the look into something else. "Sunny, can you get me a whiskey from the fridge?" Cassius asked, hoarsely.

I obeyed and grabbed a cold whiskey and an iced tea for Fiona, even though she didn't asked for the iced tea yet but she'll soon asked for one. I handed them their drinks. Cassius took a huge gulp of whiskey and grabbed his wallet from the table. He opened it up and handed me a five dollar bill. It wasn't much but at least it's a stipend. "Anything else?" I asked.

"Nope, you're free to go back home," Cassius responded. Even though, this is home but I wanted to see my family. I shrugged and gone back home shivering in the autumn weather. I untied my sweater from my waist and put it on. It started getting chilly a few days ago and the weather seems to be a steady decline from the last week. I wondered what Mom and Dad will buy with the five dollars.

I opened the door to the shack and walked in. "Sunny, you're home, I thought you'd be at your house," Mom greeted from the kitchen.

"Cassius told me to go and I wanted to come here. He doesn't need me tonight so I thought I'd help out with the potluck dinner," I told her.

"Can you take over making the food, Sunny?" Mom asked, stirring whatever's in the pot.

"Sure," I said, taking off the lid and stirring the noodles. I grab the stirring spoon and picked up some noodles, I tasted it. The noodles were too plain, I added a few spices and vegetables from the counter.

"Hey, Sunny," A voice startled me as I sat down on top of the counter. Amira stood in the doorway of the kitchen. She was our next door neighbor. "I have devastating news."

"What is it?" I asked.

"Barrick Stene died today, his family is devastated," Amira said.

"First, his youngest daughter and now him," Dad tutted nearby.

"That sucks," I muttered, chopping some green peppers and put them in the pot.

"I'll see you in twenty minutes." Amira turned and left the house. She probably left to get ready for the potluck.

I grabbed the mittens and poured the water out of the pot. The steam seemed to turn the kitchen into a foggy jungle. I carried the pot outside and put it on the table. A few families helped carried the dishes onto the picnic table, while others helped put the dishes, silverware on the table. I helped carried the dishes, served the little ones first and got my plate filled with delicious meals that families' prepped to make. Amira and Sunbul sat down next to me and waited until everyone was seated and done getting their foods they wanted to eat.

"Before we begin, I would want a minute of silence for the late Barrick Stene," Barrick's wife, Zenna said, tapping her glass full of water with a spoon. Everyone looked down and didn't spoke for one minute to a tribute of his memory. After a minute passed, everyone chatted to their neighbors they were sitting by.

"So, Sunny, how is work going?" Sunbul asked, holding a fork full of meat in midair.

"It's going fine," I told her, taking another bite of noodles.

"No inappropriate remarks from him?" Sunbul inquired.

"Sun, Sunny is very beautiful. She has dusky skin, dirty-blonde hair and chocolate eyes that some of us would kill for especially me. I think her boss finds her attractive," Amira told her.

Eventually, the potluck dinner ended and everyone pitched in to help. I stayed behind and looked at the horizon, where the sun was sitting on the hill and turned the sky multiple colors like a rainbow. "Oh, you're still here. I'd thought you left like everyone else did," somebody interrupted. By the sound of the voice I'd thought it would be Ashlyn.

"I thought I'd be alone and ponder on my late father," She continued on to nobody in particular.

"Sorry for loss," I muttered.

"It's alright. Anyways, good night." She walked off in the opposite direction and I stood there looking at the beautiful sunset.

Sande Ze (17,9)

I grabbed the last bit of wheat that was still in the fields. I pulled and pulled until the last bit of wheat got released from the bare fields. I carried it to the truck and watched the truck drive away off to the factory to make bread then it's shipped to the Capitol. "Alright team, plant the fields again," the supervisor, Burack called out, sitting on top of the fence doing nothing like everyone is doing the hard work.

I bit my tongue from lashing out at him. I'm the only one who seems to be doing all the work today, I hated it. I grabbed a bag full of seeds and dug a small hole in the ground to put the grain seeds in and watered the hole. I didn't really like the job that much but hey, it's money and it keeps Mom home with the triplets.

I continued with my work for a long a few hours until my shift was over. Burack handed me this week's paycheck, I looked at the total and the amount of money I made this week went down but I had to take a few days off since I had the fever which I'm still getting over. I coughed and felt like I just cracked my ribs.

I headed out of the fields making sure my jacket was secured enough so that the breeze doesn't get me cold and I get sick once more. I absolutely love when I'm sick. I headed towards the bank first so I could cash in my check and buy some sandwiches for lunch and supper. I cashed in my paycheck and headed to the market.

"Hey, Sande," Caya greeted.

"Hi, Caya," I said to her as I picked up wrapped sandwiches from the basket.

"How are you doing today?" Caya asked, taking the cash from the customer and handed him back his change.

"Just grand," I told her using sarcasm.

"Hilarious," Caya commented.

I paid her the cash and she handed me the groceries and my change. "See you later."

I walked back home alone. I didn't have anyone really and my family doesn't really count. I only had my best friend Caya still with me. I nearly crashed into children playing exactly at the corner to where I had to turn to get back home from town. The country side, a perfect District for one. I loved walking here to town everyday but it gets lonely.

I headed inside and put the sandwiches on the table and took off my buddy boots. I washed my hands and broke apart the sandwiches for us. "Zale, Hailey, Lea, lunch is ready!" I cried out.

The triplets ran with happy expressions plastered on their faces. I sat down on the couch and Mom putted her hand on my forehead and told me to lay down and take it easy for the rest of the day. I sighed I didn't want to but I knew I didn't want to get sicker than I already was. Mom handed me some medicine and told me to take a nap and I happily complied. I was dead exhausted today.

When I woke up, the sky already was dark and their wasn't no one running around the house. I assumed the triplets are asleep. I coughed and laid back down and closed my eyes for a little bit.

Aluma Blue (12,9)

I ran excitedly through the orphanage. I was excited that Daddy is coming to visit Akiko, Rowan and I. After two months being in the orphanage since Daddy had failed to take care of us. I really missed Mommy and wished she was still here with us. Mommy had died during childbirth after giving birth to dear Rowan. I told stories of Mommy's great adventures to Akiko, she loved them.

I held Rowan in my arms as Daddy stepped into the room. I was disappointed that he didn't bring his new wife or he still hasn't found one yet. I missed being in Daddy's arms has he held me tight at night whenever I had a nightmare. He was always there for me but as Akiko and Rowan grew older I'm afraid Daddy will never take us home. I missed having a full belly at night, the soft singing and stuff.

"Aluma," Daddy greeted and hugged me being careful about Rowan. "You didn't age much," he joked.

"Daddy, I'm only eleven almost twelve." I let out a small cry when I said the word twelve. I didn't want my childhood to end at all. I wanted to be safe, be protected forever. I knew that there was a chance I would get picked to participate in the Hunger Games with how many tesserae I would take out once I turned twelve. In a few months, I would be twelve and eligible to participate in the Hunger Games. I watched the Hunger Games oh wait forced to watch the Hunger Games by the cruel caretaker, Mr. Zinkens. He forced everyone to watch the games on the little television set we have, making cold remarks like "Someday that will be you" or "Watch and learn, you will all die there". I was terrified of getting chosen, I knew that volunteers were extinct in the District.

"I know, Aluma," He whispered to me and took Rowan away from me. Akiko sat down on the chair and grinned up at him.

"When will you get a new wife?" I blurted out.

"Whenever I get a girl friend girlfriend," he sighed. "Listen, Aluma. You'll have to stay strong. Do not worry about me, take care of Rowan and Akiko. I love you." With that, he left after setting down Rowan. How can I stay strong now? I hated him being apart from him. It as always a five minute visit then he just abruptly leaves without saying a goodbye to any of us.

"I see you're Dad left," My friend, Elana said, nervously. I grabbed Rowan and Akiko trailed behind me.

"He doesn't stay long. I wished he was around more," I told her.

"You're lucky that you actually have a parent that loved you dearly. Mine just decided to leave me on the streets," Elana spat.

I waited in line for lunch and talked to Asyrilla, an older girl. I didn't know her much but loved her imagination and her ideas and advice on love. She claimed that she just knew but she probably spied on everyone. I gotten my noodles and sat by Asyrilla who chatted with her friends.

"Did your father found a new wife?" Someone asked, rather coldly.

"Er... Nope," I said.

"That's a shame," she commented.

I trashed my launch and went back to my room to do my homework. I was confused about it. I didn't want to ask for help and I already knew I would get yelled at. I buried it under my bed and ignored it completely.

I knew I shouldn't have none it but I hated it.

Jeff (13,9)

Annoying people is what I was known for. I provoked everyone day and night. I didn't had no parents to take care of me so I was left all alone on the streets. I growled at people who dared to come near me or tried to touch me. Soon after, everyone just ignored me and I wanted new meat to pick on.

"Hey, kid. You know what!" I nearly shouted at him.

"What?" The kid said.

"Guess what!"

"What."

I did that for a few more times and the kid left. I was left alone, standing in the middle of the road. I didn't mind having no rules, no one can tell me. Eventually, I decided to become a hermit and lived in an empty warehouse.

The warehouse was dusty and had plenty of vermin in it. I ate off the rats and the mice that seem to come in a pair. I didn't leave the warehouse until one day, somebody found me and told me I had to go to the 'Reaping'. I growled at the man and hid. He chased me into a corner and I was cornered. I

He grabbed me by the collar and dragged me away, scrunching up as he breathed in my smell.

I stood alone in the pen where other people was standing at. The man told the people dressed in white armor that my name was Jeff. It was a name that I hadn't heard in years. I was nicknamed the Annoying kid. I was an orphan since I was like a year old. I didn't know who my parents were since they died when I was younger.

The announcer told me his name was Trinchen and he was the escort for these kids.

"Sande Ze."

Whoever she was walked up on stage.

"Sunny Ackerman."

"Aluma Blue."

"Cyrus Tormius."

"Jeff."

I didn't react at up but I saw the guy's face scrunched me in bewilderment, wondering why I didn't had a last name. I knew I had to walk up there and I did. Everyone smelled and started to look green.

"And last but not least Trish Granger."

Cyrus Tormius (17,9)

Blood pooled around me as I stab another innocent pretty girl for pure enjoyment. I drank her blood, making her moan. I was like a vampire drinking the victim's blood. I loved the taste of blood so sweet and so succulent. I remember tasting the first blood I ever tasted back when I was five years old so innocent. I accidentally killed a peacekeeper with his gun. A crowd gathered around the dead peacekeeper forcing me to move out of the crime scene but I stayed, fascinating with the pool of blood on the blood. I took a few fingers and got the blood on the my fingers and tasted it, so sweet. I could do this to anyone as long as I don't get caught. I would love to get the Capital dead, with blood pooling around their corpse of their bodies.

The girl shrieked in delight as I stabbed her repeatedly at her breasts, not deep enough to kill her but enough to have scars. It took over two hours just to enjoy what I'm doing to her. She hated being tied up with ropes around her pale wrists. Her clothes had been gone a long time ago with being under my dark enchantment.

I eventually grew bored out of her so I untied the ropes and she put her clothes back on and ran never looking back. My sister grew boring and I tortured her yesterday so did my mom. That only left Jessaline. I met her, she's very beautiful and is around my age. I lured her into my charm and remember her stunned face when I brought her home. My mom and sister were on the ground waiting for instructions. I embraced her and with one arm, I grab a knife on the table and cut my arm and Jessaline's cheek. I licked the blood off her cheek, with every sallow enjoying the rich blood that's so delicious. I asked her to drink my blood and she reluctantly agrees. We French kissed for what it seems to be a long time but only for five minutes.

I snapped out of my thoughts when Jessaline showed up, looking sexy. She seemed very eager as we kissed. "Do you want to have fun?" I asked her. Fun was pure enjoyment with her being naked, tied up with ropes and me torturing her delightfully with daggers.

I tied her down, and begin creating multiple wounds with dark blood flowing out. She moaned loudly as I drank the dark blood. So succulent... And rich... And yet so bitter. My favorite. Yum...

It was late when I finally got done with Jessaline. I estimated about midnight, since the sky is dark with a few clouds somewhat covering the bright, full moon. A few peacekeepers on night watch walk sleepily around the streets hoping to catch people walking around late at night. Its not like anyone stupid would walk around, late at night. The night before the reaping.

I yawned and laid down next to Jessaline, trying to sleep peacefully without wincing at the fresh cuts I created. The wounds that stopped bleeding.

Mom walked in, silently. Any normal parent would scream seeing their son sleeping with a girl especially a naked one but not her. She became his slave after torturing them for countless hours enjoying their screams and drinking their blood. His sister and his mom practically became his personal slaves for his enjoyment.

She ordered Veronica to bring a two nice outfits for Jessaline and Cyrus to wear to the reaping. She came back bringing some outfits for them and the first aid kit to clean Jessaline's fresh wounds and possibly to stitch any deep wounds just in case if I got a little bit carried away of having fun on Jessaline's body. It has happen before if I got carried away of stabbing my victims little too deep and has to have stitches.

Jessaline opened her warm chocolate brown eyes and winced as she moved. She stared at the cuts on her arms and all over her naked body. I saw many wounds that hasn't scabbed over yet. I got carried away, and it has caused her to get stitches.

I grab the knife from the table and continuously stabbed the knife real hard into my flesh. I do that to ease the pain. I've been told that if I do it too hard I'll die due to bloodloss and I didn't want that. If I can't torture pretty tributes then I'll go insane. Second thought I'm already insane.

I went to where Jessaline was at, looking at her flesh that's getting stitch in case of any infections and so it could heal properly. It might leave a scar but I don't really care nor does she.

She stared at me, when the last deep wound was sewed together shut. "Hey, beautiful."

"Hi," Jessaline muttered.

"The clothes are for you two for the reaping," Mom said, softly. "Lunch will be on the table in twenty minutes."

Jessaline stared at the dress she picked up. The dress is a pink champagne dress that barely covered her small breasts and her thighs. It had spaghetti straps.

Jessaline grabbed her bra off the floor and put it on. I stared at her while she got dress. She looked even more gorgeous with the dress on. It hid the scars on her breasts, and no one will see them.

I grabbed the shirt and khaki shorts and put them on. We went to the kitchen and ate lunch silently. Everyone walked together to the reaping and signed in.

The escort looked ugly is th outfis t Hiface was caked in Capital makeup, and she looked ugly with it. "May the odds be ever in your favor... Sande Ze."

A seventeen year old looked heartbroken.

"Sunny Ackerman."

A fifteen year old walked without the peacekeepers.

"Aluma Blue."

A tiny twelve year old walk on staged and I wouldn't mind torturing her for multiple hours, to hear her screams, and to drink her blood, and maybe stabbing her at her breasts lightly till she enjoys the torture.

"Cyrus Tormious."

It looks like I got my wish. I'll release my personality in the arena and torture gorgeous tributes. How fun...

Trish Granger (16,9)

Darkness spread over me, another sign of night. Another day of pure hell. I don't know why my parents didn't disown me in the first place. I'm sorry Kennedy and Teresa, my two favorite siblings that saved my life, something I could never pay back. Kennedy saved my life at the factory where grain is processed, but an accident had happen and Ken didn't make it. However, Teresa made it but she's in a coma.

"Tess, I hope you could hear me, I love you and miss your presence at home. Your laugh, and sarcasm. Dad and Mom has been fighting once again...they got so angry that Dad got drunk, and abused me. I hope you wake up soon," I whispered to her, brushing her hair out of her stiff face.

I could've sworn that Teresa's eyes kinda flutter open a little bit but didn't. The doctor's words echoing in my head, "She could wake up today or tomorrow. We aren't really sure when she'll wake up. The good news she hasn't suffered brain damage." Hell, that was six months ago, but who knows now. When we first brought her in, Mom, Dad, Nelly came to visit her, but now it's just me. I visit her before and after school and work. But now that there is no more school nor work makes it hard on us.

I stare at her for a few minutes before I got up. "Trish?" Teresa murmur, softly.

"Tess, are you really there?" I breath.

"Of course... How long was I out?" Tess ask, sitting up stiffly.

"Six months."

"Oh good you're awake. Do you want some food?" The kind nurse ask.

Tess nodded, her stomach rumbling loudly. "Where's Mom, Dad and Kennedy?"

"Ken is dead. Mom and Dad is at home arguing. Grandma is taking care of us now."

The nurse brought back a hot, steamy bowl of noodles and Teresa picked at it slowly, trying to figure out her muscles.

"Excuse me young man, visiting hours are long over," someone said, snotty.

"I'm visiting my sister," I told him.

"Tess, I'm going to go back home and come back tomorrow morning before the reaping starts. Nurse can you turn on the TV for her?"

I left the hospital, hoping that Dad and Mom are still arguing and they won't notice me sneaking back inside, quietly.

I unlock the door with my keys, hearing harsh voices inside. Well at least they are still arguing, so they won't notice me. Nelly is probably at a bar, drinking Bloody Mary, hooking up with some random guy then abandoning him late at night or outside right next to her truck smoking a cigarette like some random loser she is. Smoking cigarettes, hooking up with some random guy or drinking multiple Bloody Mary's or whiskey for a few hours is not a good Grandma. I thought family is suppose to take care of their family members but I guess I'm wrong especially in this family.

I slam the door shut, hoping I wouldn't have to hear the stupid arguing but alas no such luck. I could still hear the angry words like "It's your fault!" follow by "I wish I never met you!" and the hurtful one yet, "You're such a lazy bitch including Trish. Fuck everyone in this family!" Mom scream at him. Gosh, I wish they could get fucking divorce already followed by "I'm leaving, bitch have a nice life including with your spoiled Trish and dead Teresa..."

No one insults Teresa like that. I grab my medication debating if I should take my life or not but decided not too especially for Teresa's sake.

"Hey son." Dad storm in, tears escaping his eyes. "I guess you heard that... Not surprised I guess. Jeanie and I just don't get along anymore, not since... Well, you don't have a mother anymore." He raise his hand and put it on my shoulder, hoping to receive reassurance that everything is going to be okay just going to be a little bit different from now on.

"I don't need your pity, old man. You guys make me sick to my stomach, especially you, drunk bastard, who abused me earlier."

I hope I'm going to get reaped tomorrow...

How was it? I hoped I did okay.

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Appearance:

Sande- brown thick hair with chocolate brown hair. She is average height.

Aluma- dark brown hair and brown eyes

Jeff- Black hair and green eyes

Cyrus- shaggy like hair with dark brown eyes that look like black.

Trish- blonde hair and blue eyes

Allies:

Jeff and Cyrus ally

Sande, Sunny and someone else