If we weren't formally introduced, my name is Emilia Darst. I used live with my little sister and older brother on the outskirts of our Capitol, London. Our Capitol was peaceful, and very happy. Until a rising Capitol fought against ours, in the battle for only one, on July 14, 2113. In pure desperation, the rising Capitol Whitham, had taken many people living around London, back to their city and was placed in holding camps. I, as well as my family, were part of those people. The camps were almost like small communities, and we were put to labour from dawn till dusk. Although, most weren't harmful, the soldiers never feared to show you your place if you were defiant. The ones on guard here didn't ever seem too fond of us. They saw us as something much less of their kind. Except for one. He gave me hope, and will. And maybe even a little more than compassion. This soldiers name is, Harry Styles.
My name's Alicia Kingsley. I am 15 years old. I never had parents. I grew up in an orphanage. I ran away from there when I was 11. The people were horrible there, you had to fight for everything. That's how I ended up the way I am. I've no home. Usually, I sleep on the doorstep of a shop until Tom, the police officer on patrol comes and wakes me up. It's become such a habit, he doesn't even try to tell me not to do it again. He's the one person who doesn't judge me, dressed like a hobo, even though I practically am one. Not in the least bit attractive if you ask me. In the streets, they call me Tiger. Even though I'm 15, I am feared, fearless and ruthless when it comes to fights and ... killing.
Getting lonely of being just Mason and herself, she recruits a few more people, starting her own gang. There, they fight, kill and they love it.