"Why do they call her Jack the Ripper?"
Serabella Chambers, seventeen years old in the seventieth hunger games. When she volunteered for her little sister, Annabella Cresta. Running through the crowd to save her life desperately.
"Well she murdered...
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Five years earlier...
July 9th.
I'm awake, I can feel the bright burning sensation of the scorching sun painting my windows a milky yellow. There is no light in the room apart from the sun, the derelict shadows of the once people who lived in my house still sleuth the bedroom in which I sleep in, their faces sometimes smeared in the corners of my bedroom. my head propped up against a rock-hard pillow and my narrow body slept over the canvas of the pure white bedsheets.
I can hear the sound of someone moving around in the early morning light beneath me, their trudging boots, stomping filth around the house alongside their gruff voice in the early morning meaning that someone in my family (definitely Lincoln or Markus, Annie and Vera do not sound like that) must be up and moving around in the kitchen, which is directly below the thin floorboards that cover my room. It's one of my brothers.
I prop myself up in bed, feeling the thin yet comfortable duvet curled around my body, I'm cold. Although that, for some reason is completely perplexing, as it is expected to be scorching hot in the morning of July 9th.Today is the reaping. I scan the room, looking for the cat that inhabits my room.
My mother found him on the streets one day, covered in fleas and all kinds of conditions, he was starving, his brightly painted white fur was cracked and lessening. My mother, being the woman that she was, scooped him up in her arms and brought him back to the house. She brought him home and nursed him back to health, I loved animals, especially as a child. I don't think I can think about many animals the same again. Gained it's trust and now me and him are thick as thieves. He might be one of the only animals I wouldn't kill. I called him Cap, his pure as snow white fur and his little button nose made me fall in love with him. he purrs when I stroke his fur, he lets me hold him in my arms and doesn't scratch anymore.
He lies at the end of my bed, purring as I stroke his fur ever so gently. We have gathered together to trust one another and he helps me out a lot on the docks, he loves eating fish. I think that is one of the reason he loves me, besides he catches rats in the house that I do not want to touch (alive at least), to stop them from eating our food. and when I finally decide to go swimming and leap into the cold ashes that are the water, Cap will follow me in blindly, he catches a fish or two sometimes when I take him.
Water. that's our talent, District 4. We are the most talented when it comes to the thing we cannot hold. The water covers most of our district. The cold ice of water where we train, no one else has access to water like we do. so we swim so much our feet hurt, the freezing cold water, the fish that bite our feet, but I love the water that surrounds my body once I am in the ocean. I love the fresh feeling of the salt water and the sand beneath my cold feet.
Nevertheless, I open up the blinds to the street that is before me. the sun beats down, hard and cold onto the street. I am not surprised at the sight I see. it'll be bustling in a few days, but not right now. Usually, at this time of the morning, due to us being one of the stronger districts and much more wealthy, it would be bustling with school children playing in the street, their laughter filling up their rib cages as people would be running down to the water, parents shouting to be careful.
