The Hunger Games has always been a way to make people see red, for friends to see rivals in eachother, for lovers to realize that they can't team up.

You've always been alone, or just never had proper friends, being from the seam had always made you seem weak. District 12 also had their rich, like Maysilee and her parents' candy store, you had seen her in her beautiful jewelry and clothing while you were sewing your fourth-hand dress for the 10th time because it had ripped when you bumped against wall with a hook in it.

Maysilee and you weren't strangers, but also not friends to eachother. You had met Merrilee, the nicer twin, she had given you some leftovers from time to time when nobody was around.

And then you and Maysilee got reaped, Merrilee was crying. The other rich people, your bullies, were almost laughing despite the horrors the hunger games could cause, calling you maid and a little bug. Unknown to you, while you were looking at the ground and trying to hold your rage in, Maysilee was quietly watching you and Merrilee.

You were crawling between the trees, leaving Haymitch's side because he had told you that. Readying your hand-made bow and arrows and shooting at any tributes who were coming your way, shooting them straight in the chest or even the head. Your kindness towards them had long gone the moment they turned towards you.

However, your ears had caught the unnormal sound of geese. Looking in the direction of the sound and seeing the sillhoute of Maysilee's struggling form against them. Already noticing that something was wrong because they only bit her, instead of the others. Remembering Merrilee's sobbing voice as she told you something.

"Please, take care of her. I know that the two of you aren't friends, but I don't want her to die, I would lose myself if she lost her life."

Quickly sneaking towards the situation, readying your bow and putting the tip of your arrows in a fire that another tribute had made and then abondened, before shooting it at the geese. One by one flying away because of the fire. Running up to her and pushing the remaining one away from her, kneeling besides her to check her wounds. They're luckily not deep, you're at the point of ripping a piece of your hand-made trousers.

"Y-you saved me, why? I-I haven't done anything kind to you," Maysilee's voice was shocked, but rightfully so. Why would a seam girl would help someone from the rich team, a person who had many advantages in life before the games?

You looked at her, pocketing your bow in the sack against your back, "I made a promise to Merrilee, I would keep you safe, your twin wouldn't you dead and I don't want my best friend to be alone. So, I will keep you safe until I have given my last breath," you state, your words almost cold due to the amount of bodies and harm you have already seen.

Maysilee sat up straighter, wincing when a few little branches had touched her wounds, "Merrilee actually told you that? Why would you follow her words?" She continued to ask, trying to understand the kindness she now got.