Sienna Hunter (Avox/Wanderer)

Bright green eyes are reflected back from the large blade, shining, glistening, against the sunrays. The handle was much too large for the youngster’s grip, and the weight felt as if her own size. “Let it fly baby girl.” Ms. Hunter orders to her unsecure daughter. The Hunter family consists of a large number of children, all with different fathers; most of which are unknown. And now they all hold different talents as well. For the longest time Ms. Hunter refused to give off her secrets to her children, with fear of punishment retaliating on them all. But when baby Sienna cam into the picture, without a decent muscle in her body, Ms. Hunter knew weapon training was going to mandatory.

At the young age of seven, Sienna was allowed to join her mother outside of the district. With lack of strength in the little one, her Mother knew her best option would be from a distances, meaning knifes. The youngster was always tiny and petite compared to the majority; even with years away all of the Hunters knew she’d have no chance of surviving if ever reaped into the Hunger Games. If only they knew even more horrible events could occur, ones none of them could survive.



A routine is not to be broken, but there are some with enough power to do so. “Happy birthday my big nine year old!” Ms. Hunter scoops up her youngest for a giant hug, and gives a kiss on her forehead. Even with growing age Sienna still holds that innocent squeak and giggle. Each Hunter kid’s birthday is a special day with only their mother, outside of the fence and training. This quality time was common, practiced more then just on birthdays, but for some reason that one-day a year always turns out amazing… usually.

Mother & Daughter held hands, the least suspicious ones in the districts with their common look. All of the Hunter children resemble there mother greatly, with her beautiful brunette locks, and capturing light eyes. As for Sienna though, they say she may be a spitting image of her mother. Both are well below average height, and as scrawny as they come. Still much strength wasn’t needed in order to perform dangerous tasks. If anything the small disposition allows them to easily slip through anything: the town, someone’s vision, or even the fence.

“Top of the tree.” Ms. Hunter directs, and two seconds later a small knife sticks in it. “Left tree to that one.” The little girl throws another knife from her hiding spot within a tree. Just as Mother directed, this would be her only way of survival. Not only if reaped, but for anything. A small girl needs to know how to protect herself. “Back, and low.” She returns back to the same tree and delivers a knife a few feet away from the ground. “Good job sweetie!” That proud voice was probably the biggest goal for all of her children. Ms. Hunter’s encouragement and love was like nothing else.

“But trees don’t move.” Sienna giggles with a bit of disappointment. By this point all of her siblings killed at least one game…. though she was just at the age of nine, and all of them were already at reaping age.

Her mother playfully pulls her from the tree, catching the tiny youngster in her arms. “Baby, you’re only nine.” Ms. Hunter explains, snuggling her daughter. “You’ll get there.” She places Sienna back down so they can begin training once more.

As dusk arrives they finally begin their travel back inside the district. During the practice Ms. Hunter managed to kill two rabbits in the process, a perfect birthday dinner. Without a kill of her own, Sienna still gains a pit of guilt in her heart over the taken lives. Her skin had yet to grow thick, though her knife skills were improving. What was the use of throwing knifes without being able to kill? It’ll all be in time, just as her Mother explained.

“Freeze!” A peacekeeper yells from behind the mother and daughter. Before they have a chance to react two more peacekeepers are in front of them. The little one peers behind her to see even more of them. Her heart begins racing with fear as she clutches onto her Mother’s hand for deer life. “On the ground now!” He orders loudly, but before they have a chance to comply they’re already being forced.

“It’s okay baby, just keep calm.” Ms. Hunter’s voice is somehow collective and hushed during all of this. The peacekeepers are rough with the handcuff restraints, strict and stern as if the two females have murdered someone.

“You’re both in violation of trespassing past the district boarders, harvesting weapons, and hunting game.” A list of treason is given, and with such a collection the punishment was going to be far from simple. They might as well of murdered someone, the outcome may not of been so horrible. “Delilah Hunter will be transported to the Detention Center. Sienna Hunter is to be delivered to the Capitol and avoxed.”

“No!” For the first time Sienna witnessed her Mother’s voice change, her attitude and defense becoming desperate. “She’s only a child! She has nothing to do with this!” Sienna on the other hand is unable to speak; if only she knew she should use her voice while she still had it. One of the peacekeepers brings a firm whip across Ms. Hunter’s face to quiet her.

“Mommy!” Sienna screams with no intentions or knowledge of it being her last word.

“Sienna! It’ll be okay…” Her mother’s words are actually filled with fear. “I love you.” Was the last bit of words she could hear from the distance. The detention center and the capitol were in two completely separate locations.



“After all this time you don’t know how to make a fire Nine?” Isabella scolds her youngest Avox, who stares back helplessly. It wasn’t as if they had anyone teach Sienna, simply expected her to pick it up on her own. “No response?” She gives off that evil laugh, and it grows louder as the young girl hits the floor from only a hard slap across her cheek. “Teach her Sixteen.” They named their avoxes after their age; causing great confusion when they don’t inform a birthday has past.

The older Avox named Sixteen scuffles over to Nine, bends down and brings a soft touch to the youngster’s red mark. It’s okay. “I said to teach her! Not help her!” Isabella’s voice is angry. Both of the girls have been there for at least a year and know the warning tones. Quickly they exit the home for the search of firewood.

Only a light jacket protects them from the freezing cold; snow covering the floor, and clouds filling in every breath. Sixteen takes hold of Sienna’s hand, leading her to a large tree. The thinnest layer of snow she can find she sweeps away. Only damp branches lie beneath, but when she pushes those aside as well, dry ones rest below. She points as that’s her only way of communicating, and Nine nods her head in understanding. They collect the dry sticks and branches of all different sizes and head back in.

“It’s about time you learn that.” Isabella mumbles as Nine’s finally able to successfully warm her owner’s fireplace.



Being woken up in the middle of the night always meant trouble for Eleven, but she learned there was no point in attempting to scream anymore. Tonight though, instead of Isabella’s husband staring at her, it’s Eighteen. A small smile comes across the chubby cheeks with relieve, and she quickly goes for a hug. Only at night did they ever get to embrace. If their owners ever witnessed it, it was a good beating for them both. But instead of Eighteen hugging back as she always does, she pulls the tiny girl away from her.

A single finger is gestured in front of her mouth as she indicates to Eleven not to make a beep. A nod is returned to show she understands. There were two bags hanging on each of Eighteen’s shoulders. What was going on? Still, there was no one the little girl trusted more then the older Avox that was always watching her back. She follows her every step through the house, both staying as quiet as possible.

Once outside they clasp hands and journey through the thick threes located in the backyard. The hour was unknown, but certainly very late. From the corner of the young blue eyes, two other shadows are gaining from the side. Scared she taps Eighteen, and the grip on her hand grows tight. The older avox nods with a weak smile to do her best to say, they’re not enemies. Two other avoxes around Eighteen’s age come into view. They wave, and continue on, not stopping for a second.

A spot light glides across the large fence, completing the rotation every two minutes. They wait among the trees, scooping out the dangers. Sienna didn’t understand why, but Eighteen was the leader. Once she moves the rest follow, and Sienna and hers hands never unlock. Why was there a part of the fence that was loose? Giving all of the females just enough room to get past the chains. Was this planned?

Just as they’re all about to reach the outside tree lines, sirens blare on. Immediately they run off, with fear and adrenalin controlling there every move. They all split off, with only Eighteen and Eleven sticking together. She picks up the tiny girl for a faster pace, but still the peacekeepers are growing faster on their trail. She goes off into a fast sprint, nothing someone could keep at a steady pace for a while.

With the peacekeepers a distance away she stops, and without even a notice holds Sienna up to spiral up a tree. Just as always the young girl does as she’s told. With curiosity she looks back to see if Eighteen was going to follow. She only holds up one of the bags though, and the youngster takes hold of the strap. By the time she gets to a high enough branch, gets her bag settled so it won’t fall, and looks back down, Eighteen’s gone.

The group of peacekeepers runs by, following a trail that doesn’t lead upwards. Not one looks up with predictions of a tiny avox also being a part of this. After a few minutes a scream of defeat, though not one of death, fills the air… Eighteen. Sienna bites down on her wobbling lip, forcing herself to not make a sound. The rest of her night is spent in that tree, and the rest of her years are spent traveling in these woods.



Only a container was packed, along with some knifes, and a lighter. It was clear that Eighteen's intentions were to hunt and gather, things that only Sienna was taught, but never actually tested on. Discovering the right and healthy foods to pick she can figure out, and if ever unsure she places down a bundle and awaits for a rabbit to snack. She knows animals are as intelligent as humans, and to only eat what they do. But just as they may be compared to people, Sienna also treats them as ones to. Killing is not in her nature, and living off of plants is not nearly enough.

It toke an entire two months of starving herself on whatever was growing wildly, but the desire for meat finally kicks in. "Trees don't move." And certainly they do not. It takes Sienna another week to finally get in her first kill, a small rabbit that limped on a broken foot. Another hour before the little one's able to pull herself together from crying, and still tears flow as her shaky hands attempt to carve out the edible meat. A small quick fire, one over-cooked piece of meat, and she's finding a small hole to fall asleep in. No blanket was packed, or maybe it was in Nineteen's bag, but at least a large jacket sort of warms the small girl. Another lonely night.

Before Sienna was filled with light, and a smile never left her innocent baby-face. The departure from her mother, and surgery to become an avox, brought nothing but fear and rage into her... though the anger she stores. Being around others was all she could ask for, but now the sound of any movement has her hiding for her own life. All she could ever ask for was the reunion of her family, something she could never achieve. Now everyday is unpredictable and much to lonely.