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District 1 Male: Flame Pheonix Pirkas

  Flame was extremely uncomfortable with what was happening right now. This wasn't anything like what he's had expected the tributes interview to be. He had been dressed in a god awful brown suit that the people said did something for his hair and eyes but he wasn't quite sure that was true, for hours his stylist scrubbed him tell he shined, and he was prepped until it hurt for this stupid interview.

Now though he is walking behind a peacekeeper that's "leading" him to where the interview is going to take place. He was first up and slightly excited to show his stuff for the Capitol.

He waited impatiently like the other tributes feeling the room abuzz with excitement and anticipation. He was chatting quietly with Ruby as we waited for them to start the show.

"So Ruby you ready for this?" He asked giving her a slight smile.

"Hmm I guess as ready as I'll ever be. You wanna prep a little before we go on?" She asked quietly almost in a whisper. Ruby seemed very shy and quiet. Flame had to be the one to talk to her first and, even when she talked it was always in a hushed almost scared tone. He could see the faint color of a bruise on her cheek and he couldn't help wondering why it was there. He didn't know much about his tribute partner even though they lived in the same district.

He had heard that her father Quatz Fabersom was a previous Hunger games winner but besides that she was a mystery to him.

"Ok sure!" He said feeling slightly wired sounding so cheerful around someone else. He hadn't done that in years.

"Ok, so Prikas tell us, why are you always so reserved and angry?" She asked making a fake microphone with her hand.

He had been prepped for this question, he knew he would be asked it and that he must answer it, but he still felt the memories flood back and he couldn't do much else besides whimper. "I wasn't always like this," He managed to breathe out. His thoughts flooded back to his young life, a specific moment though was glued to his memory. "Flame! Flame!" Yelled a young girl as they tackled him to the ground one spring afternoon. "Hey Am!" The little boy version of Flame laughed switching positions with her so I was on top. "Always the fighter Flame!" She giggled poking his cheek.

Him and Amber, Amber and him. They were the best of friends since He was a baby. Their families lived near each other and the families we're close friends. She was a cute girl 4 years his senior, she had beautiful black hair, with deep dark brown eyes that proved beautiful against her olive skin. Not that the 8-year-old version of him even understand what beauty was. They were just friends, nothing less nothing more.

He loved her though, she was the only friend He had in the whole world. She didn't care about the younger boy's crazy exterior or the hardened violent interior he possessed. She saw past his violent ways, his manipulativeness even if it wasn't as developed yet, and his rudeness. He would do anything for her and He opened up everything to her, she was the only person He would let my guard down around.

"So Am what are we gonna do today?" He asked one spring day laying on her. "I don't know what do you wanna do?" He shrugged. She hugged the boy fondly and He smiled sheepishly.

"How bout we go to the lake?" She asked staring down at him with her big brown eyes. He smiled matching her expression with his red ones, "Sure! Just don't let the water my hair!" He said pouting at the fiery red blob of locks He calls his hair. She smirks at him ruffling it, " I think you'll be fine Flame!" She said before He felt a shove to the ground and the sound of little feet racing off in the direction of the Lake.

He raced after her and they both soon found our way to the lake. "Wanna swim Flame?" She asked walking toward it slightly out of breath. He nodded even though He didn't really feel like it but, he would do anything for his Am no matter how big or small it was.

As they were stripping down to our underwear to get in two idiot teenagers came by. Grabbing Amber the older teenager kissed her softly. "What the fuck are you doing!" He screamed at the older boy without fully taking into consideration of the consequences of his actions. "I'm having some fun, now get the hell out of here you wimp!" Sneered the boy as Amber tried to struggle her way free.

But the tall strong, older teenager held his grip firm on her. He wanted to help her, get her free from these brutes. Flame ran up to the one holding her and punching him as hard as He could. "You little!" Flame received a punch glancing his chin.

He noticed too late that this was a feint, though, when the second punch sent him tumbling backward to the soft grass lining the lake.

It was a heck of a shock. The wind got mocked out of me, which from the tens of fights I had at up to that pint I didn't enjoy, He noticed a fair amount of pain with that gutshot, which was something He wasn't used to. He had experienced multiple fight wounds, but never his much discomfort. He had always fought with kids his age, who had strength that matched his strength. This teenager was older, and apparently much stronger because Flame couldn't stand up. He just laid there cradling his stomach.

"Weak!" Screamed the older teen spitting on a teary eyed Flame. The boy looked at his companion who unbeknown to Flame had grabbed Amber and was holding her with her arms around her back, "I think little brat really just want to protect this little girl, how bout we go have some fun with her." The other boy nodded forcing Amber to follow him. "Flame!!!" She screamed resisting with all her might. He looked at her, deep pain evident in his eyes. He wanted to help her so bad but his body couldn't move. "Don't worry we'll bring her back when we're done with her!" The attacker said to Flame kicking him the gut again before walking away.

They found Amber dead in the woods three days later, her throat had been cut. Flame changed that day, he lost the only person in the world that brought out in him happiness or softness. All that was left was anger and a desire to cause chaos...

"Flame Phoenix Prikas!!" A peacekeeper bellowed through the air shaking Flame from his flashback. He looked at Ruby Grace and waved before slowly striding to the peacekeeper waiting for him at the door that led to what he had then assumed was the interview area.

Though, after about 15 minutes of walking he was beginning to doubt that idea. The tile ground had changed from a fancy white and black tile to a mess of mismatched wood flooring. The walls changed dramatically from white as fresh as linen to a color so close to blood He began to wonder whether the walls were actually smeared with the blood of previous fallen tribute or something gory like that.

The sulkin peacekeeper finally stopped landing In front of 2 fancifully decorated double doors. He opened them slowly revealing to Flames eyes a gigantic library full of a enormous collection of the greatest written works. Insanely high shelf hold these books and Flame can all but stare in awe at the amazing spectacle.

As soon as he regains his composer though he looks back to find the peacekeeper guide had vanished. He try walks to the door looking to see if there was anyway possible for him to escape. But then he hears something that almost nocks him a big one. "FLAME!" Voices scream from behind him. He looks back but sees no voices. Running his hands through his hair he looks around frantically for where the voice was coming from before his eyes land on the books and they heard the voice again bellowing from the bookcase, "FLAME!"