the evil among us . event one

Eugene Hades Riot

He had thought they were joking when they told him that he was going to be locked away, transported to district Nine to carry out his time. He was a career, a boy who had played a prank that had gone too far, and now he had been sentenced to frolic with the termites: the peasants of district Nine. He hadn't meant to burn down the school, for the flames to eat away at the building until nothing but burning rubble remained. Apparently flirting the the judge didn't lower your sentence, but increased it. Not only was he to rot in Nine, but he was to participate in a new initiative, one ran by a Miss Catya Vasin.

Train door slammed shut, he sits on the plain bed in the corner, listening to the muted down of the nine as it takes off, the view of the ocean, of his home, causing his heart to squeeze. Burying his face into his hands he holds back the tears. He hadn't cried since that night, since the fire. He should explain, that the fire was more than it seemed, that he had not known about the two kids who had stayed back to study, locked away in a quiet class room as he lite the match, gleeful smile as he soaked the edge of the building with gasoline. His friends had dared him, to make a small ember that set off the alarm, the disturbed the district.

They had not expected the flame to grow into an inferno, one that spread at an alarming rate, that destroyed everything- and everyone- in its path.

They reach their destination too soon, the door to his compartment ripped open as two peacekeepers enter, commanding him to get up, to move, silently without a word. But Hades wasn't known for being silent. "So this is it then," he sighs to them, ignoring the glare and commas for him to shut his mouth. "This is district Nine, I've heard the rumours y'know, about the shit hole it really is. I'm not used to the smell of- ugh," he groans as they exit the train, and he gets his first look and smell of his new home. "Man, that smell is truly something else! Smell, kinda like, they just shit in the streets and move on," he looks around them, searching the ground beneath his feet for any stray shit.

"Shut up, before I shut you up," the man in the white uniform growls, angrily grabbing his elbow before shoving him into a new building. "Be gentle!" He complains, shooting a glare at the man, "I am Eugene Riot, Descendant to the tribute Daphne Riot, I will not be treated like-" He is cut off as a fist collides with his face, causing a burst of pain to rush through him, stars dancing in his vision. "Y- You hit me!" Offended her balls his fist, ready to strike back.

"I wouldn't if I were you," the peacekeeper growls, grabbing his thick arm. "Shut up, they are waiting for you in here."

*

”This is your new home for the next…” In the room for less than ten minutes and a tall boney woman enters, Catya he assumed, watching her with beady eyes as she speaks. He wasn't quite sure what it was about her, but he was pretty sure she had a stick stuck so far up he ass, that if you removed it her body would slump over, unsure what move to make next.

"This is your room allocations..." As she spoke his mind drifted, looking at the crowd around him. It was odd to be surrounded by those from different districts. Even though they had been forced to change into different uniforms he could tell from simple details such as hair or skin those who came from the more privileged district to those who smelt like a the bathroom after my mother used it after a meal of beans. "... I’ll be back tonight.”

Then she makes her exit, leaving us to our own. People begin moving and he looks around in confusion. His stomach growls loudly, "Hey, did the boney lady mention what time dinner was being served at?"