Renegade

Intro

Anastasia Kentwell was the very top of her training academy in district 2. She was a trained killer. Skilled in every weapon,especially her knifes.

She was destined to win her games when she voulnteered and the crowds loved her. She was confident and had the skills to back it up.

She was a typical carrer. Joined the alliance. Was a force to be reckoned with during the bloodbath. A feared tribute.

Maybe too feared.

The males of the carrer tributes. Seemed to think she was a situation that needed to be handled.

But Anastasia knew what to do in the games. Throwing knifes was as easy to her as breathing.

Nobody was suprised when she won her games that year.

But once Anastasia had won she didn't feel proud. She felt like a killer. Something she would never tell a soul about.

But maybe she should have.

When her younger sister Clove told her she might voulnteer her heart sunk. Sure Clove was strong but she was also fifteen and was last time somebody that age had won was a decade ago.

And as hard as Anastasia tried to train her she still ended up having to see Cloves cold dead eyes on the screen.

It broke Anastasia. Why couldn't she train her enough to win? She had died so close to the end.

And the worst part? The girl she died trying to kill had won the games. Along with her "star-crossed lover" it made Ana sick to her stomach.

She wanted nothing more then to scream in the face of everyone in the damn capitol and tell them to fuck themsleves.

But she still had people to protect.

But sparks were flying in the poorer districts and if they burned? Anastasia was going to burn with them.