Games are for kids.

Rachel wondered into the abandoned barn. She was wearing an old torn jean dress that someone from her new foster home gave her. She didn’t have any socks on and her shoes were falling apart. She hadn’t combed her hair in a few of days. She didn’t see why she had to look nice, who did she have to look nice for? Even her foster family is scared of her, she was nearly certain that everyone in District 10 was scared of her. Well, she supposed when your pycho mother use to run around the District waving a butcher knife people had a right to be scared. It didn’t help that every day she spends out in the fields throwing knives at trees unless she is out on a neighbor’s farm helping with the sheep. Her family had been one of the best shepherds in the District but that still wasn’t enough to save them from Peacekeepers.

She sat down on a bale of hay and started sharpening one of the knives she carries around. She suddenly threw the knife into a one of the old wooden columns holding up the barn. Every time she even thinks about Peacekeepers, her family and the other people in the District she got to angry. Peacekeepers weren’t human’s in her eyes but monsters. Her family was victims. The other people of the District were like cows that know they are on the way to the butchers.

Insane, that’s what they all call her. Maybe she is, maybe she isn’t. She wouldn’t be surprised if she is insane. It’s something that runs in families but given that she saw her parents be killed right in front of her who could blame her. At least if she went into the Games now they couldn’t take anything away from her thirteen year old self. She had nothing left. Not even her sanity.

Rachel looked up and saw a girl with dark reddish brown hair not much shorter then herself. She didn’t know the girl’s name but what else is new. She isn’t sure if this girl is obvious or reckless. Either way what was the point of being friendly?

“Open your eyes; there is always someone to hate enough to kill them,” she said coldly. “The whole world is filled of them. Monsters and cowards,” she added. She didn’t have just one target but many. There is a lot of hate in her and one day it will explode. She knows if she goes into the Hunger Games now she will last much longer, it’s rather hard to kill someone who is insane. There is no rational strategy, no signature move and their strength is stronger than an average person.

She laughed. She could see in the girl’s amber eyes that the chances are she doesn’t know what it is like to see people die in front of her or what it is like to hate someone so much that all you see is blood. No one understands, no one ever does.