Warning: Colourful language.

District Ten

Perla Freuff's POV

"What the fuck is this?" The dealer snarled at me as he looked at the products in his hand. "Is this all there fucking is?"

I nodded my head to tell him that that was all that I had to offer him. It wasn't as much as I normally gave him, but he was at least getting something to sell. "You little bitch, you took some of it for yourself didn't you." He growled angrily, his eyes shooting daggers at me. "I can see if in your eyes, in your movements."

Yeah, well, it doesn't matter that I took some for myself, they were mine and I was just sharing it with you so that I could get some easy cash. "Your little fix is getting in the way of my sales. Either give me what you have in your pockets or give me your clothes to sell if you have no money on you that you can give me, or pay up in some other way."

I shook my head to tell him that I wasn't going to pay him anything more then what I had already gave him. I didn't care about his business, I only cared about my business. If he ran dry then I could always move to someone else, the only reason I was dealing with him was because he was the easiest one to sell to, the closest one to my house, nothing more.

The look on his face changed the instant I shook my head, he wasn't liking it at all. "Listen here you little cunt," He growled before he reached over to me and grabbed the top of my head and pulled my hair towards him. "Your going to pay me what I'm here for or-" He didn't get to finish, I knew a threat when I heard one, and this was most definitely one, and I didn't take shit from no one. Especially not some low life dealer.

I reached my arms up, grabbed the arm that was holding my hair, pushed inside his elbow, leaned in towards him, before I bit into his bicep. Hard. Drawing blood. Nobody does that to me and gets away with it.

I heard him scream in pain a second before I ripped the skin out of his upper arm, making him scream even louder.

I felt him let go of my hair as he grabbed his injured arm upon reflex. Bad mistake.

I slammed a right fist into his face, causing him to stagger back a step before I slammed a left fist across his face. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. The dealer fell onto one knee before I kicked him in the face, causing him to fall onto his back.

I took the opportunity to do some real damage to him.

I jumped onto his chest before I leaned down and bit his nose before pulling back, hearing his flesh tear from his face before a spray of blood splashed onto me.

The dealer shouted out in agony before I spat out his nose, leaned in again, and bit him in the neck. I felt the warm liquid seep into my mouth before I ripped his neck open and watched the hole fill up with blood like an over flooded well.

The man started to twitch violently as blood started to lightly come out of his mouth and nose hole.

That's what happens to people that mess with me, to people that make me angry, they pay the price.

I got off the dealer before grabbing his black jacket before it got too ruined with blood. It was a nice jacket, and I wanted it. I then took everything in his pockets. Coins, lighters, drugs, crack pipes, I took it all, and he couldn't do a damn thing to stop me.

I walked away from him, feeling the narcotics inside of me working even stronger due to the little adrenaline rush that I was experiencing.

Dad wanted me to sell the drugs, well it seems that I didn't even need to get rid of them to make some money. I could keep these drugs for myself, keep this jacket for myself, keep most of this money for myself and only give what dad expected. I could sell the lighters and crack pipes to other junkies since I already had a lighter and crack pipe of my own.

Dad wouldn't know that I killed the dealer, those kinds of people drop dead nearly everyday, just like a lot of the people in this District. And besides, there was always someone else that I could sell to.

Tanner Hart's POV

"Stop you god damn little bastard cunt fuckface jerkoff motherfucker!" I shouted as I chased that damn sheep around the field again. Yet again, someone let open the gate and let them run loose. Probably that Ilia who thinks that she can get away with anything just because she's our owner's niece.

I'm admire her for being so careless and fearless, but she's a fucking nutjob who's fucking crazy as shit. She likes to be in control and is a major buzz kill on the job. And now was probably one of those moments when she just happened to be one. Not that I don't hate her, I just don't like her a lot of times.

My friends and I were supposed to go see our owner, Merope Greenlaw, but because of the sheep getting loose, we were running late, and Greenlaw was probably going to give us half rations for not showing up in time.

"Somebody help Tanner with that sheep!" I heard a female voice shout out.

"Why don't you help me instead of shouting for help!" I roared at her, keeping my eyes of the sheep that continued to run away from me.

"Don't worry Tanner!" A male voice shouted, getting rapidly closer to me. "I'm coming!"

Suddenly, I felt the force of a sack of rocks land on me, sending me to the ground.

"God damn it!" I shouted as I saw that lone animal get farther away from me. I looked around to see that D'ardaigh was on my back. "Ahh!" I shouted out in frustration. He let the stupid animal get away! Not that it was completely his fault. "You faggot ass son of a bitch! You let that stupid animal get away! Did you fall over your own stupidness you donkey butt licking bastard!"

"Sorry that I tried to jump on it." D'ardaigh told me as his body got off of me.

"Next time jump on the thing that needs to be stopped. Ass." I shot at him as the white coated beast ran into the fenced area that it was supposed to go into fifteen minutes ago. The place we'd been trying to get it into.

Oh, so now it decides to go in! After all this time wasted chasing after it, it now decides to get into it's pen! "Stupid animal!" I shout at it. "Stupid mother fucking animal! Do you like jerking us around? Huh! Do you?" All the sheep did was stare at me, like it was too stupid to understand, but I knew better. They were smart, smarter then they let on. "Fuck you!" I shouted as Tarbh, D'ardaigh's sister, shut the fenced area around the sheep closed. "I'll rip your head off and boil you alive!"

"Shouldn't it be that you'll boil it alive, then rip it's head off?" Tarbh asked as she locked the gate.

Yeah, it should, your right.

"Shut up Tarbh." I told her.

Well, at least we got that damn animal inside it's cage and we can go get ready for the reapings. A short break from working on the fields all day long, and a chance to go into the town. We hardly got to go into town due to our owner telling us to work on the farm. The only times were got to go into town was when she, or her niece, needed something, or on reaping day.

I liked going to town and seeing all the district had to offer, even if it wasn't very much. But at least it was a change of scenery from the same old boring farm, even if nearly all this district is is farms.

"Hey you lazy folks!" A high pitched female voice shouted out behind me. I knew that voice the second the first letter was sounded, it was Ilia Greenlaw, our owner's niece. What did she want? "You were supposed to be in the house ten minutes ago to get ready for the reapings!" Like he needed to be reminded, but thanks for thinking about us. "Now come on, let's go! Chop chop! Hurry hurry!"

I didn't need to be told to hurry, I knew that Merope Greenlaw didn't like us being late for anything for any reason. She liked things neat and professional. And of course, I didn't want to get shot for not going to the reapings.

"Your not in charge!" I shouted at Ilia. "So shop acting like you are ass for a face!" I said that even though I knew that she had our best interests in mind and that she was actually quite pretty.

"Don't worry Ilia," D'ardaigh shouted sweetly at her. "You've got a nice ass so you've got a good face!"

Oh D'ardaigh, trying to pick up chicks again, you just can't resist can you? Even if it's our owner's niece you can't resist. You and your flirting have the funniest results sometimes.

"You really need to work on your flirts, perv!" Ilia shouted at him, not in the least bit amused. "Now you, Tarbh, and Tanner get into the house, I've picked out some reaping clothes for all three of you. Now come on, get inside so I can finally leave."

*Little time skip*

"Hi Tanner." A smiling, black haired girl wearing a black and white checkered blouse said cheerfully as she ran up to me and my friends before she stopped just short of us. "You look, uh, nice in that shirt of yours."

I looked down at what used to be a clean, white dress shirt that was now dirty in several places. I told Ilia that it would get dirty, but did she belive me, nope, she commanded me to wear this shirt. It was nice, but it had gotten stained before we even left the farm. It wasn't her fault though, everything tends to get dirty around the farm.

"It's dirty," I told her. "It's stupid, and it irritates the shit out of me."

"Oh, well, sorry to hear that." She kind of did sound sorry, and her smile disappeared, so she did kind of look it as well. Did I deserve this?

"Say something nice to her." D'ardaigh whispered to me. Uh, say something nice. Okay, I could do that. Think Tanner, what can you say that could make her feel good?

"Well," I said looking at her. "You look very, um," I saw her mouth move a little, so I guess I was on the right track. "Whoreable."

"Horrible?" The girl said with a bit of shock in her voice and on her face.

"Yeah," I told her, not getting what was so bad about it. "Whoreable." Maybe if I explained it she'd get it. "Like those girls out on the street that ask people if they want a good time."

The girl then looked a little uncomfortable before she turned around and started to walk away from us. Did I say something wrong?

"Dude that was lame." D'ardaigh said in a sing song voice before he started laughing.

"Yeah, like you could do any better shit brain. I did what you said and said something nice to her."

"Being called a whore is not a compliment." Tarbh told me. It wasn't? But those girls on the street with the short clothes liked being called that. And that's what they were called.

"Then what is skin peeler?" I asked.

"Not that either." She answered.

"But that's what you are." I told her as I looked at her body. Short and stocky with light brown wavy hair and skin that kept on sunburning and peeling. I don't understand why that keeps on happening to her, and I kind of worry about that. After all, her brother never got anything as bad as her. I mean, Tarbh was peeling on the face, and that was quite disgusting at times. It also looked like it hurt.

And Ilia and Tarbh were the same age, fifteen, and only Tarbh was experiencing that kind of skin problem. So was something wrong with my friend? Was it something to worry about?

"It would be like me calling you grease ball." She explained to me. "Your skin is oily, which makes you have a load of freckles on your body. You also have greasy black hair, greasy hair on your body, and I think this is the first time you've changed your clothes in a week. Or better yet, I think this is the first time you've bathed in a week."

That was true as well, I had a lot of freckles around my beige coloured skin along with my greasy shoulder length black hair, which I did keep tied back with a piece of twine, and today was the first time I've washed myself or changed clothes. And it did make me feel down, so I got what she was saying, but I tried not to show it. "Look Tanner, I know that it's hard for you, because of, whatever your problem is, but I'm sure you can get better."

"Yeah, just follow my lead and you'll get better in no time." D'ardaigh boasted. I looked over to him to see that he had a giant smile on his face.

"Dear brother, you may be bad with flirting, but Tanner is bad with talking in general. We need to get him some practice. Practice on someone who he won't be seeing too often and won't mind being practiced on by someone that has a diarrhea mouth."

I then started laughing at that. Diarrhea mouth. "Practice on that Capital sign in lady over there," Tarbh told me, pointing to a pale skinned, blue haired women behind a desk. "We'll be right behind you for support."

All right. This shouldn't be too hard.

I walked into the line of kids, stood behind them, and waited for my turn behind the herd of kids that were signing in.

"What's your name?" I heard the Capital lady at the sign in booth ask the black and purple haired girl in front of me.

"Paherla flureuppph." The girl in front of me answered. Wow, sounded like she had a hard time speaking, and was she trying to spit at the Capital lady? It sure sounded like it. Was she okay?

"Age?"

"Eithgutehehn." Could the Capital lady even understand a word she was saying?

"Tesserae?"

"Thhuree."

"Three. All right. Go over to the cage marked eighteen in the girl's section." The Capitol lady instructed her before she left without saying another word. From the tone of her voice, she wanted that girl away from her.

"Remember Tanner," Tarbh said as we walked forward to the sign in desk. "No swearing, no insults, and just answer the questions."

"Yeah yeah, I know." I told her.

This shouldn't be too hard, all I'd need to do is answer three questions, and that was all. If a girl with speech problems could do it, so could I.

"Next!" The Capital lady shouted, before she looked up and saw that I was already in front of her. "Oh, your here."

"Oh course I'm-" I started, but Tarbh hit my right shoulder, telling me to stop. So I did.

"Name." The Capital lady asked, now looking down at her papers.

"Tanner Hart." I told her.

"Age?"

"Eighteen."

"Tesserae?"

"I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?" The Capital lady asked, looking up at me.

"I don't know if I should." I told her.

"You either do your you don't, it's not that hard kid." The way she said those words with irritation in her voice, it just made me want to say something. But I held it in, I was supposed to be good.

"What should I do Tarbh?" I asked, looking to my friend for support.

"Just take some out, God knows we need the food."

"So how many then?" The Capital lady asked. I could tell from her voice that she was running low on patients, she was using the same tone of voice that used when she was in the same mood.

"Well there's me, Tarbh, D'ardaigh, Ilia-" I told her, counting the people that were at the ranch that I could use for Tesserae.

"Just tell me how many people your taking it out for kid." The Capitol lady interjected roughly. "I don't have all damn day."

"I was, fat ass." I felt a hard hit to the right shoulder as the Capitol lady glared up at me. Opps.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." I lied as D'ardaigh held in laughter.

"Get to your cage." She growled, pointing to the black steel cages with surrounded by clear hard plastic that could be seen a mile away. I wondered what they were for, and I was about to find out.

I walked away from the signing booth and started mockingly mimicking her voice without even trying.

"Get to your cage, get to your cage." I heard some laughter behind me for some reason.

Perla Freuff's POV

I can't belive that I managed to talk to that Capital women, I hate speaking out loud. Because of my speech problem, I got made fun of a lot in this district and got hated because of the drugs that I both took and sold. It just seemed that I was destined to be hated, because of a birth defect, because I was different. And to the few who would talk to me, all I had to do was open my mouth and speak maybe two or three words and they'd either hate me or make fun of me because of my speech problem. And if I somehow managed to not talk to them, they'd quickly find out about my drug problem.

There was only one person who truly understood me. Sonny, a guy who helps me with my drugs. He understands that drugs are good, it's a mental and physical boaster that helps you. It makes you have more energy, it helps you not care so much. Without the narcotics that I inhaled, I'd never of been able to talk to that Capital women and sign in. Never would have in all these six years of signing in.

I felt the narcotics in my new jacket pocket and felt comforted by them as I entered the cage marked: 18.

As soon as I got into the cage with all the other girls, they all started talking among themselves, looking at me and pointing. Not that I cared, I was beyond caring now a days. Everyone in the district, it seemed, knew who and what I was. Yeah, I used drugs. Yeah I sold them to anyone with the money, even little eight year old kids who wanted a little boast of energy. Yes, I was a freak that spoke like a retard and wore red colour contacts because it burned my eyes and gave me an adrenaline rush. We all know, you don't have to keep talking about it.

"What the fuck are you looking at." I snarled at the girls inside the cage with me. "You want something? Need something."

They turned away, but continued talking in hush like voices. I could still hear them though, they were right next to me. It pissed me off that they thought that I couldn't hear them, and I wanted to do something to them, and I would of if there wasn't every peacekeeper in the district surrounding us.

I didn't take too much of the drug, I knew that I was going to be here today, so I wasn't going to go crazy of these bitches.

"Hello District Ten to the tenth quarter quell!" Our escort, Correpa Decipio, shouted into the microphone. She spook quickly, so if you happened to even yawn you'd miss the whole speech. "I'll just have you all know that the cages your all in is because of the special twist this year." She was also a nervous person who couldn't seem to stand still, she always had to twiddle with her fingers or something. Maybe that's why she spoke quickly, she just hated talking. Like me. "President Blizzard's reading of the card plus Panem's sky rocketing population calls for such an event in which you'll soon find out."

A special reaping for a quarter quell. That must be the reason behind the cages. But what could they possibly use these cages for? Why did they need these cages that were more suited for animals then humans? And why did they place hard plastic around the cages as well?

Correpa suddenly ran towards the near empty reaping bowls and quickly picked out a piece of paper, then ran back to the microphone before unfolding the piece of paper and read out what was written on it. "Thirteen."

Thirteen? What the hell kind of name is that?

I looked around to see who was called, only to see that some girls in the cage marked thirteen were getting ripped apart by huge grey dogs, the very ones that the peacekeepers patrolled the area with. I hated those dogs, they were used to sniff out things, to track people, to control loose farm animals, and to kill. They were doing the later, they were ripped huge, bloody chunks of human flesh out with their teeth, their muzzles covered with red, and dead bodies everywhere in that cage.

What the fuck was going on here? Was this what the special reapings were? This was bad. This was really bad.

I heard the other girls around me act just as shocked and confused as I was, they had no idea what was going on either.

I watched the grey dogs exit the thirteen year old cage when I heard our escort speak again. "Any volunteers?"

I looked at everyone in the square. The kids around me, the adults, the peacekeepers, the Capital folk. They all had different reactions. The Peacekeepers were as calm as could be. The Capital folks were either disgusted or calm, not even looking as us anymore, except our escort. The kids and adults were completely shocked, some were crying.

I looked at the adults, and some of them were crying, and I knew why they were crying, they had just lost their kids. Why did that remind me of my mother? Why did I was to volunteer for them?

"I fhhtoulunther!" I shouted. Thinking of the mothers that would go into deep depression because of their dead kids. They didn't deserve to be depressed. There were too many depressed mothers here already, there didn't need to be more. "Ifhhtoulunter!"

As a peacekeeper unlocks the cage door and escorts me up the stage, I tell myself that I volunteered to save myself, not for anyone else in this damn district, because why would I want to save a district that hates me?

But at the moment, all I can think about is my mom.

"What's your name?" Correpa asks me in his quick talking voice.

"Paherla flureuppph." I quickly tell her, not wanting to speak more then I want to.

Correpa didn't even say anything else to me when she runs to the next reaping bowl.

Tanner Hart's POV

Whatwhatwhatwhatwhat, fuck shit goddamn, what? What the high fucking world is going on?

The peacekeeper's dogs were murdering people! And easily at that! I didn't think too much of the peacekeepers and their dogs when I first saw them entering the square, I thought that the cages were to keep us all separated from each other so that they could find us easier and that the dogs were to chase the chosen one down if he or she ran away. But fuck, I didn't think that the cages were to trap us and the dogs were to eat us alive!

God fuck me in the ass if I'm wrong, but I think I'm watching a god damn mass execution that's taking place on live T.V. What the fuck kind of reaping is this? Thirteen year olds were given a cruel fate, and their parents an even worse one at the same time.

"Sixteen." Correpa announced.

Knowing what to expect now, I watched the peacekeepers take their bloody muzzled hell hounds to the sixteen year old male cage. One peacekeeper grabbed the door, unlocked the lock, and although I couldn't hear him through this hard plastic wall, I saw him mouth the word: Kill, before swinging open the door, letting the attack dogs inside.

I looked away from the cage, I didn't need to see those kids get ripped to pieces to know that they were getting torn apart.

I knew kids in there, even though I didn't know them well I recognized their faces. Might of seen them in town, might of seen them buy some stuff from the ranch, I can't remember, but I know that I recognize them.

This was god damn sick. Fucking Hunger Games! "Any volunteers?" Correpa asked.

Volunteers? Nobody in their right mind was going to volunteer! And that meant that I was going to die sooner or later. Sooner rather then later. Fuck! What should I do Tarbh? No! I can't depend on Tarbh forever. I have to become self sufficient on my own to make up for my lack of effective functioning in society.

"I volunteer!" I hear myself say. What the hell did I just say?

I hear the sound of a steel door opening before I get ripped out of the cage by a peacekeeper.

"Don't just stand their faggot!" The peacekeeper barked at me before she pointed at finger towards the stage while looking at her dog that was taller then her knee. "Move your soiled ass before I have my friend here rip your face off and take a shit in your skull!"

I couldn't help but laugh at that. Shit down my skull. "Shut the fuck up." She coarsely swore as she shoved me forward.

Damn, why'd I volunteer, I'm not a hero, not even close. I have no idea why that purple and black haired ghost skinned, red contacts girl volunteered, but I have a feeling that drugs helped her feel brave.

As I walked up the stage, I shouted to the district kids.

"District Ten! Remember me! For I saved all of your pathetic lives and you're all in my dept forever! And don't think that I did it for you, I did it for me! Me! I don't feel a thing! So ha to all of you!" I could feel the death stares of the citizens of District Ten shoot me head on, and it made me feel kind of bad that I did say that, I just wanted them to know that I saved all of them. To distract them from all the death around them, even if just temporarily.

"And what's your name?" Correpa asked me as the peacekeeper shoved me towards her.

I looked at her for a second before thinking of everything she had just done with little remorse for everyone that had just died and lost something.

"Go shove a branding iron up your ass you horse fucker!"

I lifted a fist up to hit her in the face, only to feel the weight of a hundred bricks hit my back as loud, animalistic snarling occurred beside my left ear before I hit my face on the stage floor. Hard. With four legs on my back. A dog was on my back, and it's hot breath was spraying across the back of my neck.

"You should really watch who you mouth off cunt." The peacekeeper who pulled me out of the cage said before I felt something hard hit me across the back of the head before pain radiated in the same spot I had been hit.

"Fuck off!"

A/N: You know, when I first got Tanner, I didn't think that there would be so much swearing, but it just sort of happened. I hope I got Tanner's personality right, it was kind of hard, despite your vivid explanation.

Anyway, I've only got one spot left, the D9 male.

I'm three quarters of the way done the reapings! Who hoo!