HG & 1D (Ziam/Niam & Larry)

Zayn

He smiled as he looked down into the eyes of the boy, pinned below him. The fear swimming around in the young boys eyes made him hungry for more. "So, where do I start with you?" he asked, a wicked tone in his whispering voice.

"Please. Please don't kill me." the boy begged. And he laughed a taunting laugh as he lightly ran the blade of his knife across the pathetic boys skin, not pushing hard enough to form a wound.

Although he was only thirteen, he loved to do this. He loved to kill. He loved to hold that kind of power over people. He liked how when he looked at others, they quickly turned away, fearing eye contact with him. He loved that other people seen him just as he was, a cold blooded killer. A monster.

"I'm sorry." he said, faking sincerity, "But one of us has to win this, and," he huffed, "Obviously its not going to be you." The boy whined from under him, and he pressed the knife against his neck, causing him to shout in pain. The boy looked at him with pleading eyes, "Oh you want me to make it quick do you?" he asked, and suddenly a small pool of hope flashed into the scrawny boys eyes, but it quickly disappeared when he began chuckling, "Well, your lucky that I don't have time to deal with you right now." He said looking down, and then suddenly, all in one quick motion, he sliced, right through the boys neck.

Zayn huffed as the scrawny girl took her place on the stage, wishing that he could be the one to volunteer this year. But unfortunately, he had to wait one more year. It was a rule that if you were in the Training Center, you had to wait till you were eighteen to volunteer. But, luckily it was also a rule, that if a member of the training centers name was reaped, no others could volunteer, unless he/she was below the age of fifteen. So if by any chance, his name was reaped, he could gladly take his place on stage, without any interruptions.

But unluckily, the chances of him getting reaped were extremely slim, compared to some of the kids in District One.

"And your male tribute for the 72nd annual hunger games is.." Zayn crossed his fingers as the colorful man, opened the slip of paper, "Zayn Malik!" the man shouted into the microphone. Zayn looked to the girl who stood next to the man on stage and watched as the color drained from her face.

And while she drowned in fear, he proudly, and excitedly took his place on stage. And Zayn silently thanked god, for his chances turning on him this year, and making him tribute. Because at the age of seventeen, Zayn Malik, was going to be the winner of the 72nd Hunger Games.