I'm the fire in your heart mother******{Kire}

I woke up to the sound of small claws scraping on the ground, and water dripping dripping from the streets just barely missing my face. This was my home though, this was the sewers, and I loved it down here. Why shouldn't I though, this place was pretty much free of the jurisdiction of everything, it was my own little home base. I had seriously planned things down here that could be considered downright rebellious. That didn't bother me though, I was that kind of person that didn't give a shit about authority figures. In my mind I was the only authority figure that needed to be recognized. I was the ruler of my own life and no one could take that form me no matter how hard they tried...even if I did end up in the Games.

I like to play by their rules sometimes though, just to make sure I can get off their radar, then just wait for the perfect time to start a fire or blow some shit up. Plus the prospect of getting into the Games to cause mayhem was something I strove to accomplish. Cause a little mayhem, kill a few motherfuckers and damn, wouldn't that be a a hell of a show for those plastic bitches and bastards that line the streets of the Capitol. I would be their reckoning, they would love me and hate me at the same time, and the best part is...I wouldn't give a shit motherfuckers. I'm here for me to do me, if somehow you get accepted into my small circle of friends consider yourself lucky, because I don't do that a lot.

Stretching and looking around me, I let my eyes adjust to the light coming in through the entrance to my little cave. I took in my home, a few belongings that were scattered around me, and my stock of food...this was home. Oh and did I forget to mention the homemade bombs and matches I had collected? Yeah, I'm pretty much a little she-devil and I like it that way, I'm the reckoning of the whole of Panem to be honest, forget about the damn Capitol. Continuing to look around my eyes settled on the armor that sat across the room from me, a Peacekeeper's training uniform that had previously been my dad's and then bestowed upon me as a gift. It was my pride and joy, I wore it almost every day, and today would be no different.

Quickly I padded my way across the tunnel and grabbed my armor, strapping it on with speed that only showed how much and how long I had been wearing it. It fit perfectly with the black cargo pants, boots, and tank top I was wearing, a perfect fit and a perfect match. With a satisfied look I pulled the small amount of my hair back into a manbun, grabbed my backpack filled with my training uniform and daggers, and scrambled out of the sewer into the fresh air. With a huge intake of breath I started making my way towards the training center while looking for perfect places to start fires or a few things to do with my bombs. Yes, I'm a motherfucking bitch people, I get it, and I just don't give a shit.

It didn't take me long to reach the facility as it was only a block or two away from the sewer tunnels I was staying in at the moment, and throwing open the doors I walked in. The stares were a common thing when I went in, especially since my name had gathered quite a reputation out on the streets. It was my small stature and body armor that nobody seemed to quite get over, which of course was annoying, but oh well. Walking into the locker room I took off my armor and set it carefully in my locker, and with a quick hand I slipped into my training uniform, a black sports bra and black shorts. I snapped on my collar and spiked arm bands and made my way back out into the training area looking for a new victim, a wicked gleam in my eyes as I surveyed my prey.