Decimus {Capitol} Finished

    I was born to two wealthy Capitol Club owners about nine years ago. My life was simple yet filled with the finest of things. I was spoiled and got whatever I wanted. I lived in a massive pent house with my parents and I got to play as many sports like dancing that I wanted. I always enjoyed dancing in my parents club, they said they liked it too since it brought in a lot of extra business. I'm not entirely sure what that meant but I don't really care, I enjoyed helping my parents out.

    Also by helping my parents out they would reward me with many lovely things. Such as a new hair design, which currently I have aqua blue spiked hair. They also allow me to get new tatoos whenever I do really good jobs for them. For example, I recently got two golden waves underneath each of my eyes. It's amazing the things you can get in the Capitol without any questions asked. All that mattered in this land was money, luxury, and power. My family luckily had the first two so we are quite well known.

    Well that was the case before the event. Everyone use to see me and say "Oh Demicus right?" or "Hey look its Demicus." Yet I would often shy away since I hate being judged by other people. I feel as though people only live to bring others down so I feel like everyone is always talking about me when I walk around town, well city. I feel like every word they say is a silent dagger. So I often shy away from everyone.

    However it is this shyness that drives me to want to be braver. Everyone always thinks I am too shy and timid to do anything but they never give me the chances to prove that I am brave. So I began trying to make my own moments. I would to reckless things just for the attention and to have everyone understand I don't shy away from everything. That I am stronger than they all think. Yet this made me so stupid, it brought my guard down, it was what got me stolen. Stripped away from the world I knew.

    It happened a few weeks ago, I sitting on a fountain in a park while my parents were in a shop just across the street. That was when a nice looking lady walked up to me. She looked so sad and when she told him that her cat had run off into a nearby alley I couldn't resist telling her I would go get it. She seemed so happy when I went running down the alley, but something was wrong. As much as I called and searched there was no cat in sight all that was there was the woman. She came up behind me so quickly, I didn't realize what was going on until she smashed my head with her cane. That was when I knew that I was being taken. I was being stolen away, in the Capitol of all places.

    When I happened to wake up next I was lying in a small bed. There were six other children looking at me. I tried to ask them all where I was but they said they didn't know either. We were all taken away by the same women. However, at first it wasn't all that bad. She brought us food and practically took care of us. Then every week or so a new kid would join us, at least they did. However, one week the kid never came and when she came back to us she was different, she was brutal. She said we all had to try to survive like in the Hunger Games while someone hunted us down. Why was she doing this? I still don't know, all I know is that I have to survive.

    Also since we all were stripped away from the city completely so were our clothes. I lost everything except my hair and tatoos that connected me to my old life. All my multi-colored suits I would always wear along with my fancy black shoes. Now I am forced to wear the same black shirt, tan shorts, and some sort of running shoes. It is all so inhumane. How could a Capitolite like me do this to us. We were suppose to enjoy the games not participate in them!

    Yet in this new dire situation of do or die I have also discovered one more thing about myself, I am far too curious. Even though I am shy, my constant urge to prove myself to the other kids often has me partaking in scouting missions. Or to check out you know, any scary sounds. It's not like I don't want to do it, I do. I really want to know what we are up against... I think. Oh it doesn't matter, one way or another I will live, I have to live, my parents are probably worried sick about me. As for the others, well I guess I will just have to see what will happen to them, no, to us.