District 9 Male

Tamzin - District 9

I wander around town, looking for trouble. It's Reaping day. Day of doom for everyone else. To me, it's havoc day. The day I cause as much mayhem as I can to whichever peacekeeper I can.

A smile spreads across my face as I spot a peacekeeper wandering down a side street. I turn down and take the burnt bread from last night. I take aim and throw it, hard.

The rock hard bread flies through the air and hits the young peacekeeper squarely on the back of his bright red hair. He is knocked forward and falls flat on his face.

Getting up, he turns around and spots me doubled over, laughing last nights tea out.

"Tamzin! When I get a old off you..." he shouts, starting to run, unsteadily towards me. I sober up my laughing and turn around.

Barely out of breath from the half mile run home, I enter to see my 6 month old half sister Just stirring from her slumbers.

"Hey,  Amber. You going to get up now?" I ask her, a smile sneaking its way onto my face.

"Za" She mumbles as she comes fuller into consciousness. As she is unable to speak properly yet, it is her way of saying my name.

"You want food? Yum yum?" I ask her. She looks at me with my dads bright green eyes and then rolls over to pick up a wooden horse a neighbour made her a while ago. She opens up her hand and releases the toy, squealing in delight as it bounces on the mattress. She picks it up and repeats again.

I laugh as I head over to the door of our house as a knock sounds from the other side. With a smile on my face, I open it up to see a familiar red head.

Oops. I think as he glares at me.

"Yes? You want something?" I ask him bluntly, my smile disappearing and transforming into a scowl.

"You are under arrest-" He begins.

"For? What proof have you? I have been home with my sister all morning. Since you guys sent my mother of to the games and my dad and step mum into an explosion. All she has left is me. So you going to take me away? Leave someone else with an extra mouth to feed?" I ask him, my voice turning venomous as I remember the day my dad and his fiancée died.

"You are-" He tries, again to announce.

"How many times have you people attempted to arrest me?" I ask him, grinning at his shocked look. "About 20 times. How many times have you succeeded? Zilch. So go bother someone else. No one tells me what to do." I slam the door in the mans face.

With a groan, I slide down on the back of the door. Thinking of my mum. She was sixteen when she had me. Was brought into the games two years later. At two years old, I watched my mother be drawn and quartered on live tv for the entertainment of the sadistict Capitol people.

My dad, full of grief, had re married in an attempt to bring normality to my life. I suppose it worked. She had Amber. Two weeks later, her and my dad were in an explosion when a cooker exploded.

I feel a stinging sensation in my eyes and, before I could even figure out what it meant, I felt a tear slide down my left cheek. Then another down my right. In seconds, my face was soaked with tears. My sister, sitting in her crib, started to cry, seeing me doing so. I quickly told myself off. I can not cry. I am strong. I don't get upset. I get angry.<\p> The flow stops immediately and I run over to my sister, picking her up and mumbling in her ear to calm her.

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Giving my sister to one of my neighbors, I head into town, not towards the town square where everyone else is going, but to the peacekeepers homes.

Last year I had raided the town mayors house so I know what few peacekeepers aren't at the reaping, will be there. Leaving their houses free and open.

I reach the square where their large houses are stationed. Not a sole. I head to the first house on my right and step in, they never lock their doors. Not thinking any one would be stupid enough to do this.

I find myself in a living room. A tv is switched on. Playing back the tributes from the other districts. From one, I see two under thirteen year olds get picked.

Before I know what happened, I find my fist bleeding with bits of glass sticking in it. What...? I think, speechless until I see the hole in the tv. A grin appears on my face.

I run upstairs, looking for something of value but find nothing. Disappointed, I decide to go back to the square to see who is being picked.

Standing in an upstairs building next to the square, I see the stupid little Capitol woman is just finishing off her usual speech. I get an image in my head, imagining me with one of the peacekeepers guns and shooting her. I give the messy bedroom a quick glance but find nothing. And anyway, all it would do is knock her unconscious. Those stupid guns only have those things that make you drowsy and fall asleep (coming from a lot of experience).

She goes over to the girl bowl as I turn to leave the room. I recognise the girls name that is called and turn back to the window. My suspicions confirmed, I run down the stairs, around to the front of the building to see her fiancee screaming at the peacekeepers. Another girl shouts out that she her hand up and volunteers.

A sigh of relief comes out of me. I didn't want Demeter getting picked. The only girl I have feelings for, even if she is engaged to another. I see the volenteerer is Rye. A mean, cold, heartless girl who is only friends to Demeter. She walks past her, saying something which receives a grin from the two of them.

I feel my anger build up, higher and higher, making my blood pound in my body. Fists clenched, I run down the centre of the kids, grabbing the nearest, unsuspecting peackeeper by the throat. He quickly pushes me off as another two grab both my arms, holding them out to the side.

  I feel them trying to pick me up my muscles tense, refusing them to do that. Then I freeze.

"Tamzin Sherwood" The Capitol woman says. I buck, hard, the two peacekeepers release me in shock as I fling them off. I had been picked. They must of rigged the bowl to make sure I got picked. They hate me. All of the Capitol. I am going to die.

All other thoughts put aside, I see red all around me, in my rage, I find my self up on the stage, a fist raised to the woman who is staring at me in shock and fear.

"Grab him!" The shout comes from several directions. I ignore the woman and turn. A flung fist knocks the nearest peacekeeper down the steps. He knocks another three down with him. Too late, I see the sleep arrow making its way into my bare arm.

The familiar fuzziness quickly over rides my system as I collapse to the ground. The last thing I see before it takes over me, is my sister reaching her arms out to me, her green eyes tearing up. What in earth did I just do? I condemned her to death! My little sister!
The End

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