Thread: A Mockingjay Fettered (HeavenSundered & Randomname)

Life in Panem was not that great for anyone unless he or she lived in District One or Two. Even then, some people still struggled and were oppressed in those districts. Growing up in school, Troy Smith was taught to love his nation and to love his President and the necessary evils that take place. They often described the Districts as supplying the Capitol with materials and in turn, the Capitol protected them. That couldnt be further from the truth. Troy is one of many whom realized how wrong all this was but no one had the nerve to stand up about it. His parents raised him better and raised him to treat everyone equally, thats why he had gotten so many floggings, beatings, and whippings at the hands of peacekeepers, trying to protect the innocent ones. Little did the just turned seventeen year old know that his knack of trying to save other people would come up later that day once again. Early in the morning, he got up and worked his shift at his parents shop, the shop that he would probably take over when he got out of school in the next year. Being from District Twelve, he was in the poorest of the Districts, however, his parents ran something called a Trading Market. Unlike other illegal markets, this was legal and sanctioned by the Capitol. Miners from the mine would bring coal to their shop and in turn, the workers would package them up to be shipped out to the Capitol while they worked with other Districts trading with them. This way, Troy got to know a lot of people and his family also made a good amount of money, considering the situation. He was a very charitable person, giving all that he can, whenever he can. He really was a rare breed but he embraced his kindness even though it could get him killed. Troys shift ended early in the afternoon as another middle-aged male that his father went to school with took over. The clouds were making the whole area seem so dark and grey and eerie that it made him shiver visibly, tugging his jacket over his body. Along with being so kind and respectful, Troy also had the body of a god, or so he was told but never really accepted it because he was modest. Although their district was underfed, lugging around hundred pounds of timber, coal, and whatever else came through their store for his entire life had definitely helped him build and maintain a muscular physique. The blonde haired, blue eyed boy was also staggeringly tall at nearly six feet and three inches. His voice seemed gruff and cold though he was usually quiet unless he needed to speak or someone needed to speak in general. His gruff voice also had a soothing tune to it that a few people heard if they were hurt or sad, Troy was truly one of a kind. Thats why he was very popular around school, everyone loved being around him and he reciprocated that love. In District Twelve, the district is separated into two main sections. On one side is the richer side although not rich at all, is the Town side, where he is from. They are often referred to as Townies. They tend to be snot-nosed and arrogant towards people from the other section of the district, the Seam. However, as one may assume, Troy didnt fit that stereotype either. Some of his best friends were from the Seam and no matter how often he was ridiculed for freely walking around in the Seam, associating with the disgusting coal dust people, he still did it anyways. They were humans too, why treat them differently? Today he was going on a walk and for no particular reason found himself wandering around in the Seam. It was cold outside so he had on a long sleeved, black t-shirt and a jacket that was made of wool and was of the same color. He was also wearing a new pair of blue jeans that he had purchased earlier that week. He wore just some regular old tennis shoes that he wore on long walks so he didnt wear out the comfortable ones so soon. He liked to maintain his shape so soon his walk turned into a light jog around the district. He gave some greetings to the people and even stopped to help an older woman bring some stew inside her home as she couldnt even pick up the large pot. The Seams situation was just pitiful and it broke Troys heart, but theres only so much a teenager can do. Before long, Troy was taking a rest near the fence that separated his district from the rest of the world and what was assumed to be District 13 before the war seventy-four years ago. He always heard that the fence was to keep away dangers from the outside, but Troy wasnt stupid. He knew much better than that. It was too keep the district citizens inside the fence and under the control. He always heard that the fence was electrified but hed checked a few times and heard no buzzing and could tell that it wasnt. He was about to head back on his way home until he heard something off in the distance, in the woods, past the fence. He raised his eyebrow and listened closer and he could tell that it was screaming. A girl screaming, and it didnt sound like she was having fun. Knowing the consequences of being outside the fence, he left all logic and reason behind him and bolted through the fence. The barbed wire cut a small spot on the left thigh of his jeans and drew just a smidgen of blood but of course he wasnt occupied with that at all, now. As he got closer to the noise, he heard voices and scuffling and arguing and more screaming. Soon, getting into view, he saw four mean and one girl. He had seen her at school before, Katniss Everdeen, he had a class with her last semester. Then he saw that her pants were pulled down and the men tried to grab her. Hey, stop moving you bitch! You should have just let us take the deer! The man that she kicked in the groin scowled at her, attempting to grab her arms. Troy could see that the girl was putting up a decent fight but it was still too much. At some point, one of the men had taken her bow and one of her arrows and taunted her with it, aiming at her. The men hadnt seen Troy yet and the one holding the bow aimed at Katniss as the other men tried to hold her down and steady her so he could shoot. However, right before the man shot, Troy swooped in like a super hero and sent a sickening, loud thud of a kick to the mans chest, sending him flying a few feet away and the bow and arrow crashing to the ground. Troy stood tall above all the men, despite them having a few years on him. He looked more muscular and manly than them all and his stare was cold and gruff and relentless. Let her go. Troy demanded coldly to the other three men as the leader still lay on the ground, groaning from the pain of the kick that clearly took away his breath at the least.