Payto Anabar {Wanderer} (Finished)

Payto tends to stick out from the wanderer crowd. Standing about 5'10'', she is taller than the average wandering woman. Lanky and lean, she weighs no more than 120 pounds and has a rather toned body. Her complexion is a dark one, tattered and soiled by the cruelties of Panem's wilds. She wears a bullet scar on her lower stomach, serving as a cruel reminder of her past. Her facial features are rather feminine; From her dark-brown eyes to her most prominent feature, her full lips, typical for a woman of color.

She wears her hair short, almost buzzed in order to prevent any advantage an opponent could have over her in a battle. She can't take risks anymore. How else would she have survived for so long, had she not been cautious?

The difference is night and day between the woman you may see wandering the forests of Panem, and the woman who used to work in the fields of district 11. Before her life took a turn for the worse, Payto was always the one smiling. Her cheerful optimism was what kept her going through good and bad. She had always been willing to help those in need, and understanding of people's circumstances. But what happened to this girl?

After she was forced to leave her home, and the loss of her family, Payto finally experienced how cruel the world of Panem was. As her life began to crumble, so did her heart. Her exuberant optimism was finally extinguished and replaced with fear and loathing; just what the Capital would want.

The Capital had finally done it. They had finally broken her, but she wont let this deter her from surviving. Every day she reflects on the day her life turned to hell, and uses this sorrow to fuel her hatred for the Capital. It is her goal to bring down the Capital, and she will die doing it.

Born and raised in district eleven, Payto lived the life of a common field worker. Her parents raised her well, always trying their hardest to protect her from the evils of the Capital, all the while struggling to provide for her. Even though every day was a struggle, her parents managed to teach her to always look on the brighter side of life.

Being an only child, Payto's family didn't struggle too hard to put food on the table. Both of her parents worked hard to provide for her. She didn't get her first job until she finished school, just what her parents wanted. Education was important to them, and they tried their hardest to help her.

Working the fields was frustrating, but Payto tried her hardest to remain optimistic. Atleast she had a job, right? And after all it was in these fields that Payto met the love of her life, Romero. Romero was one of the crate carriers who worked in the same field she did. They met on her eight-teenth birthday, after her work shift was over. He had won her heart the first time he said "Hello".

After a year and a half of dating, Romero finally proposed to Payto. They married in the same area her parents did, a small field located just outside of town. He had been clad in the best clothes he had, and she in the same dress her mother had worn to her wedding. It was a beautiful day, one that will stay in her memories forever.

After her wedding, her life seemed almost perfect. Romero and Payto had been married for about three years, relishing every minute they spent together. After the celebration of their third anniversary, Payto discovered she was pregnant. They were ecstatic. A child would be the cherry atop their perfect lives.. It wasn't until that one fateful day that their serene lives took a sharp turn for the worse.

It was a quiet, peaceful night in district eleven. Most of it's residents were sleeping in their small homes. Payto was quietly cleaning the small flat she shared with Romero, while he rested in their bedroom after a long day of work. She didn't go to work that day due to her pregnancy. She had been pregnant for about 5 months, and her belly was beginning to grow. Romero decided to take both of their work shifts in order to provide for the family, So needless to say, Romero was always exhausted. Payto was up late for she was not tired. Maybe it was just her pregnancy, but lately she hadn't been sleeping well. So in order to kill some time, she would go outside and just enjoy the small beauties her district could provide. She had been quietly staring at the stars from her front porch, when from down the street she heard yelling.

Naturally she leaned forward and craned her neck to inspect what was going on. She discovered the hysteric shouts were coming from a man running down the streets. "Help!" He shouted. "Somebody please!" Running forward, she instinctively beckoned the man towards her house. He raced over to her home as she opened and slammed the door behind her. He was bloodied and beaten, the sweat glistened on his face. He was out of breath, and frantically speaking. All she could hear were bits and peaces of his sentences. "Peacekeepers... Chasing... Need to hide!" It was enough for her to get the hint that this man was in trouble. Her husband rushed into their living area. At the sight of the stranger he rushed to her side, questioning who this man was. "He's in trouble," Payto tried to explain. "We must help him!"

She knew that harboring someone who was wanted by authorities was a crime punishable by death, but she couldn't just hand this man over and watch as he was tortured or even executed in front of the entire district. She and her husband argued for a bit, but finally he nodded, telling the man to hide under the small bed they had in their bedroom. The Peacekeepers would soon be knocking on doors, looking for any witnesses able to point the direction in which the fugitive had gone.

Part of her felt good for helping this man, but another part of her was horrified. Shaking her head she tried to remain calm. She had to remain calm and pretend nothing happened. She hugged her husband, and tried not to burst into tears. He told her to have a seat at the dining table, and to try to calm down. It wasn't long until she heard the knocking on her door. Standing up, she breathed deeply and trudged over to the door with her husband. Every step she could feel her heart beat faster and faster. As Romero lay his trembling hand on the door knob, she could feel the knot form in the back of her throat. 'Relax Payto' She said to herself. 'Maybe it wont be so bad...'

It was a male and a female, both with stern looks on their faces. "Good evening," The male said to them. 'Stay calm..' Payto repeated to herself. "We have received word that you were seen allowing a fugitive into your home. Is this true?" He spoke in a very matter-of-fact tone, that for some reason struck fear into Payto's very core. "That isn't true. I assure you that no fugitive is in my home," Her husband spoke, In a calm, gentle tone. This somewhat put her at ease. "Sir," The woman Peacekeeper started. "We're going to need to search your home."

Payto's stomach dropped. She clenched at her midsection, feeling as if she was going to be sick. She grabbed her husband's arm in order to prevent from fainting. They couldn't deny them. Because either way they were going to enter their home. "Of course," he chocked out. The Peacekeepers entered the small flat and began rummaging. Standing by the door, she tried her hardest to choke back her tears. Her fear began to amplify as they got closer and closer to her bedroom. 'It will be ok, Payto,' She reminded herself. 'They wont find him...'

She stood there by the front entrance clenching her husband's arm. The peacekeepers had finally gotten to the door of her bedroom. Looking at her husband, she could feel a tear roll down her cheek. "Stay here," Her husband said, tenderly placing a kiss atop her head. Without another word he walked over toward their bedroom. The last thing she remembered from this nightmare was the voice of her husband. "Payto! Run!" He screeched before a gunshot ended his words abruptly.

Her feet seemed to carry her away down the street before her mind could even process what had happened. Tears streamed down her face at the thought of her husband's death. More gunshots rang out from behind her. She rounded a corner and sprinted into a small ally. Her heart was racing, and her breath was short. Where was she to go? What was she to do? Looking down she saw her night gown was damp on the lower part of her abdomen. Placing a hand on the soiled part of her night gown, she realized it was blood. Panic began to raise in her as the realization began to set in. She had been shot. Her adrenaline had been so intense she couldn't even feel it. "She went this way!" She could hear the shouts in the distance. Looking around she decided to continue down the ally.

She had to leave. What else was she to do? She already lost her husband, she didn't want to endanger the rest of her family. She had to leave. She had to leave district eleven. But how? The fences were guarded and patrolled, and she couldn't fight off all the Peacekeepers. She had to get away.

An idea came to her as she stumbled across a pile of bricks behind an abandoned building. Picking one up, she continued running, stopping as she rounded the next corner. With her back to the wall, she knew there was only one way to get out of this hell. She had to fight. The thought of harming another individual was sickening, but it had to be done.

As she waited behind the corner, she could hear footsteps approaching. From what she could hear, it seemed like there was only one person. Clenching the brick close to her bosom, she waited. The footsteps got closer and closer. As soon as she could identify the figure, she acted. As she jumped out from behind the corner she raised the brick high in the air. Her eyes were wild, filled with the rage and anguish of losing her husband. Before she could bring the brick down to end the life of her pursuer, the figure spoke. "Wait!" it said. "I'm here to help you!"

Her mind began to race. She felt her arm fall to her side, the weight of the brick escaping her clutches. She felt dizzy, and her head was light. Before she knew it, everything was black, and the sounds of the nightmare she was in drifted away as she slipped into a deep sleep.

Her fate was sealed. Payto had been saved by a very small group of rebels who had been working to start rebellions in the lower districts of Panem. After awaking in the distant forests of district eleven, Payton was told that she would be safe. They had preformed emergency surgery and manage to save her life, but unfortunately they couldn't save her baby. It was baffling to Payto. How could such a perfect life, go to hell in a matter of hours? To this day she thinks about what happened that night. The last words she heard from her husband, the loss of her baby, and the loss of her life in district eleven. What would her parents tell her now? Were they even still alive? How can one keep hope in such a cruel world?

It's been about two years since Payto has become a wanderer. She may be seen roaming the woods of Panem with the small group of wanderers that saved her that awful night. They have showed her how to hunt, and how to defend herself in case of any form of assault. After all, a wanted woman should know how to survive. Sometimes she thinks back of all the good memories she had in district eleven. Would she ever return to her former home? And if she did, would anyone be there to welcome her back? These questions remain unanswered, but one thing is for sure. Payto will exact her revenge on the Capital. She will make them pay for destroying not only her life, but her own identity.

ALL DONE!! I hope this is alright!