District 5 female - Carmilla Wilkes, 16

I couldn't control the malicious smile that was tugging in the edges of my lips as I led the kids towards the warehouse. There were ten of them, but they were all younger than me by enough years for me to be able to take on them all.

I snickered as they began chanting, "PARTY! PARTY! PARTY! PARTY!" They didn't have a single clue in the world of what they were in for.

We arrived at the warehouse and I opened the door and let them all rush in, giggling and stomping.

"You guys want some lemonade?" I said, closing and locking the door of the warehouse once we were in in there. The kids let out a cheer and I grabbed out plastic cups and a bottle that I'd stashed into a fridge before I got the kids to come. I poured half the contents of the bottle into ten little plastic cups and handed it out to them all.

"It tastes weird," one of the girls said after taking a sip.

"Really?" I said, my tone suggesting that I had no idea that I'd just poured them straight vodka, not at all lemonade. "Well, it may be a little flat, but you wouldn't turn down free sugar, now, would you?"

The kids all cautiously continued to sip their drink, but soon enough they'd all downed an entire cup and I refilled their cups, using the rest of the drink that I'd stolen. After they'd finished two cups of vodka, they were all tipsy enough to not have a clue what was going on. Perfect.

"Alright, guys, does anybody want to play a game?" I said, projecting my voice so they could all hear me. Giggling, they all let out a cheer. "Alright, so for this one, I'm going to switch the lights off alright?"

They were still all cheering and laughing, some of them not able to stand straight. Funny how when you were so young you couldn't handle even the tiniest bit of alcohol.

I walked to the side of the warehouse where the massive light switch handle was, and pulled it down. The warehouse was engulfed in complete darkness.

"OK guys, are you ready?" I cried out, and my cry was met with excited cheers and giggles. "Alright, I'm going to count down from ten. Ten... nine... eight..."

I opened the fridge where I'd stored everything for this party, and pulled out the gun I'd stolen and smuggled in, grinning to myself.

"Seven... six... five... four..."

I aimed the gun at where I knew they'd all been standing.

"Three... two... one!"

I pulled the trigger, and did a rapid fire, cackling as I heard multiple thuds on the ground, only stopping my shooting and laughing when the lights were turned back on.

Once I could see again, I looked around at the scene. Eight kids lying on the floor, bleeding from the gun shot and slowly dying from the wound. One girl standing by the light switch, who'd just turned the light back on, and a small boy standing in the corner, twitching and trembling. I laughed under my breath at how pathetic he was.

However impressed I was in myself at the amount of kids I'd killed in my rapid fire, I had partly wished I would have more than two to have fun with. Despite that, I went after the girl first, starting to move towards her slowly. She began to back away, until I was close to her and she began to run. I chased right after her.

I caught up to her easily enough, and began to punch her, over and over, laughing to myself the whole time, until her face was all swelled up and bleeding. I dropped her to the floor, then turned to the boy, who was already running around manically, screaming.

I caught up to him even more easily than I'd caught up to the girl who'd switched the lights back on. I beat him up as well, and he cried the whole time until he was so injured that he couldn't cry anymore.

"Awww, poor baby," I mocked, then cackled again. I then gripped his collar with one hand, and with my other, pulled a match out of my pocket and lit it. I cocked my head, smiled sweetly, and said, "Happy dying", then threw the lit match into his mouth, along with a small grenade. I threw him away from me, stepped back a bit, and he exploded.

As the stupid kid burst into flames and a million pieces, I laughed hysterically and clapped my hands as I watched it. Once he was completely gone, I walked over to the girl, who was lying on the floor, her breathing shallow. I gripped her hair and dragged her over to the fridge where I'd kept everything.

I opened it aggressively and pulled out the final thing I'd stolen and brought in: a dagger. I lifted the girl's head up so she was facing me, and pressed the dagger against her throat.

"Please..." she begged, her voice hoarse.

"Please kill you?" I said sweetly. "Not a problem."

She was dead before she could respond.

After she hit the floor, I heard sirens and yelling from outside. I sucked in a deep breath and swore softly to myself as the door to the warehouse was broken off, and several peacekeepers swarmed into the warehouse.

I tried to make a run for it, but there was so many of them, and they caught me straight away. I kicked and screamed as they dragged me out of the warehouse, and back into town.

"You are under arrest," one of them said roughly. "You can remain silent and still unless you want to endure a public whipping?"

I stilled immediately, and he said, "That's what I thought."

They took me all the way to the town prison, and threw me into a cell, locking me in without another word.

Well, what a wonderful way to spend a Friday night, am I right?

District 5 male – Ezekiel Cunningham, 17

"You're a stupid loser that has the mentality of a 5-year-old!"

That's what the kid who was coming past me right now had said to me two years ago. I clenched my fists at the sight of him. He'd caused me so much anger that I'd beat the shit out of him, and I'd gone to prison for a few months.

He'd also suffered from the incident. He was in a wheelchair for life, so now, he wheeled past me, and I laughed at the sight of how stupid he looked, struggling to move the wheels over the rocky ground.

"It's not funny," he grumbled at me.

"Yeah, it is, you pathetic loser," I cackled. Tears came to his eyes and I laughed even harder.

"Stop laughing at me," he begged.

"Alright," I said, finally stopping my laughter. "I'm sorry for laughing at you. Here, let me help you get out of the rubble."

I walked over to his wheelchair, and gripped the handles of it, then tipped it over so he fell out of the chair.

"Oops," I said sarcastically as he let out another cry when he hit the floor. "Here, let me help you out."

I knelt down to help him up, but laughed before I helped him up, then stood up straight and kicked his head.

"God, good luck getting back into your wheelchair," I sneered, then walked away from him, where he lie there, twitching in pain. That kid was getting what he deserved.

I got home at ten o'clock that night, and my younger brother, Isaac was curled up in the living room on our mother's armchair.

I walked past him and went to my mother's bedroom and switched on the light. She wasn't there.

"Mum?" I called out, but there was no response. I walked back to the living room. "Isaac. Isaac, wake up."

"What?" Isaac said groggily. "Oh, look who's finally come home to look after me."

"Where's Mum?" I asked him.

"She went to the hospital around seven. She said you'd be back soon to keep an eye on me, but here we are, over three hours later," said Isaac, crossing his arms. "She told you to never stay out later than seven-thirty!"

"Why is she in the hospital?" I asked.

"She's sick again," said Isaac, crossing his arms. "You'd know that if you didn't spend all your time away from home bullying innocent people."

"God, Isaac," I said, then sat down and put my shoes back on.

"Where are you going now!?" Isaac cried.

"To see Mum," I said.

"I'll come with you!" Isaac said, rushing to grab his own shoes.

"No," I said. "You're not coming with me. I'm going on my own."

"Are you not really going to see Mum then?" Isaac asked. I groaned. I was actually intending on going to see my mother, because she was the only person in Panem I actually cared about. But I didn't want Isaac trailing behind me, talking about all the stupid things goody two-shoes eleven-year-olds were into these days.

But of course, he followed me out of the house and to the hospital. The woman at the front desk of the hospital looked really tired and bored, so my guess was that she was nearing the end of her shift.

"I want to visit my mother," I said to her. "Her name is Casey Cunningham, she'd be in here for cancer treatment. She came in just tonight."

"It's past visiting hours," the woman mumbled.

"Well, my mother is sick, and I want to see her," I said.

"You can see her tomorrow morning," she said.

"Come on, Ezekiel," said Isaac, tugging on my jacket. "We'll come back in the morning."

"I want to see her now," I said, hitting my hand on the desk, which caused the woman to jump.

"As I said, you can see her in the morning," said the woman.

"Fuck this," I said, then I smacked her across the face.

"Ezekiel!" Isaac screamed out.

"Tell me which room my mother is in," I snapped.

"I... OK," said the woman, clutching her cheek, which had a red handprint from where I'd hit her. She brought up her hologram screen, then said, "She's on the third floor. Eighth room to the left."

"Thank you," said Isaac. "And I'm so sorry about my brother, he..."

I didn't hear the rest of what Isaac was saying because I'd already reached the elevator, and the door had closed.

Isaac and I spent the night in the Hospital room with our mother, who slept the whole time. The next morning, we were woken up by the television in the hospital room turning on suddenly.

I looked up at it, angry that it had disturbed my sleep. The screen showed the face of the President of Panem, whose name I didn't care to remember.

"Turn it off, Isaac," I grumbled. "It's seven in the bloody morning."

"We can't turn it off," said Isaac. "Plus, it's about the Hunger Games. I thought you liked watching people suffer?"

I looked at the president on the screen, who was talking about how it had been twenty-five years since the treaty of treason, blah blah blah. And then he finally got on to talking about the Quarter Quell, and how there would be a twist to the games.

When he said that the twist would be that the tributes would be voted in by their own district instead of being chosen at random.

I felt myself grin. This was great. Another way to make the stupid kid in the wheelchair suffer. How hilarious would it be to watch him struggle to even get off the pedestal during the bloodbath?

So, the male I'd vote for would be an easy decision. But which girl could I vote for? It didn't take me long to decide, though. I'd vote for Amber.

Amber was my girlfriend, up until a few months ago when she had said something along the lines of, 'Ezekiel, I don't like the person you're becoming, I've tried to help you, but I can't do this anymore', then broke up with me. She deserved to suffer as well, so I'd vote for her tomorrow morning when the voting opened.

"That's such a horrible twist!" Isaac cried.

"No, it's wonderful," I said, smiling widely as my goody-goody brother looked up at the screen in horror.

Thank you to Victoria the Bipolar Tribute for Carmilla and wilifan2002 for Ezekiel. What did you all think of these two? See you in the next district!