Thread:The Targaryen of District 4/@comment-24037865-20150806162859

So I've started to make Fait, and I want her to be indirectly related to Celeste (well of course, they're both Verdanis XD) but in a closer sense.

Even before Taiga Verdani, Aedus had a love who he did not marry and one thing led to another and his lover got pregnant. She died giving birth, and even more unfortunate for Aedus, it was a girl. Without knowing what to do, he named the child Fait and kept her with him for half a year until he met Taiga. He hired people to 'kidnap' Fait so that he wouldn't get bad reputation for abandoning his child, and people would rather sympathise with him. So then he married Taiga and lived happily... for a while.

But, enough about Aedus. Fait was kidnapped by an organisation called The Underground, who, instead of kidnapping people for a ransom, were hired by other people to kidnap them and not hold a ransom. They would then, depending on the age, either keep them locked up until they're old enough, and then force them to work to get the organisation money. Any disobedience would get them penalised or killed.

Despite the sound of that, they weren't that cruel. They were strict and had bad intentions, but they were not cruel. In fact, they gave Fait a better upbringing than Aedus would ever have given her.

So it was, at only the age of one, that Fait was taken away to District 8 headquarters of The Underground. Because of such a young age, Fait didn't know what was happening. She was locked up in a surprisingly good room with grey walls and a large, steel door. Her caretaker, May, would come in at random times of the day to feed her or make her stop crying. "Fait Verdani, you better not grow up to be a troublesome one," she grumbled to herself.

At the age of four, May would only come in, hand her a plate of food and leave. From this age, the kidnapped children would be taught simple knowledge they needed to know by a computer screen.

Fait never conversed with May until she was eight years old, which was usually the age the younger kidnapped children were let out to start simple work. Fait was just sitting on her grey bed when the steel door opened at a random time.

"Come out," said May with her monotone voice. At first, Fait was confused, as she had never been let out before this, so she didn't move. May rolled her eyes. "Here. Come out here." Fait slowly and cautiously came out to the door.

"Follow me." May started walking, and Fait tried to keep up with her fast pace.

"Wh-Where are we going?" asked the confused eight-year-old.

"Just come with me," said May, and led her into a large room full of other kidnappees doing work. There was a sixteen-year-old boy carrying lumber to the other side of a room. A girl sewing fancy, Capitolian clothes. Two people fixing electronics. It was usually work intended for people from other Districts.

May clipped a nametag onto Fait. "Today, you will be starting work. We'll be starting with something simple—writing letters. You'd be surprised how much some people would pay to have handwritten letters written and sent to others because they don't want to write it. You, Fait, will be given a pen and a copy of the letter to write two hundred times. Finish this within five hours and return to me afterwards. Disobedience will result in disciplinary actions."

So, Fait started work, that kept getting harder each year. At the age of eleven, where she now had to leave The Underground headquarters and be driven all the way to District 7 to gather a special type of leaves, she met Elliot Pines, who was kidnapped at the age of eight, but the two didn't have any interaction until now. They both had a job to gather the leaves with Underground supervision. These two started conversing one day, and, within a year, they became best friends. Fortunately, they worked in the same fields for the next few years.

During these years, Fait learned important skills that unbeknowingly would help her in the Hunger Games. She constructed poisons and their antidotes for two years with Elliott.

"Say, do poisons have an expiration date?" Fait jokingly asked Elliott.

"Poison is expired. That's why it's deadly," answered May, who was walking closeby. "How much have you two done? There's only an hour left before we need to get these poisons and antidotes to their respective buyers."

Fait had a sudden sense of panic. Elliott and she had been slacking off slightly and were only done with half of the bottles.

"Umm," started Fait, nervousness already picked up in her tone, "we're halfway done."

"And will you be able to finish it within an hour?" asked May?

After a moment of silence, Fait and Elliot hung their heads and replied in unison, "No."

May sighed. "If, most probably, you fail to finish it in time, break privileges will be taken from both of you for a month. Fait, you of all people should know better than to slack off."

"Yes, May."

"At least finish as much as you can during this time."

"Yes, May."

As May left, the two started concocting more poisons and antidotes and talking about their unfair lives.

"I'm pretty sure some bastards hired them to take me because they had a grudge against my parents," said Elliott. "I mean, there's no better explanation for it."

"I've heard rumours that my own father hired these guys to kidnap me," replied Fait. "Well, being here is definitely better than living with him, in that case. From hearing the news, he has a billion children with different people. At least I got dibs for being the first child," she joked. Elliott laughed.

As an hour went by, they were only short of fifty concoctions out of five hundred. Because of this, their break privileges were only swiped away for two weeks and then returned.

It wasn't until the age of sixteen when things became complicated. It was the time of the year where Fait was to be bumped up to a new job. She went to the room where she was usually assigned her work.

"So, what plans do you have for me, May?" asked Fait.

"You are going to be an assassin."

Fait blinked. "Either I went temporarily deaf, or you said I was going to be an assassin." May nonchalantly nodded. "What if I run off?"

"Is that what you're planning?" asked May with disinterest.

"No! Not at all," replied Fait quickly and honestly, "but what if I did?"

May closed the book she was writing in and finally looked at Fait. "Then I couldn't care less. We get new people everyday and we still get tons of cash without them. You and Elliott can run away for all I care. I wouldn't suggest it, but you can do what you want."

"What about weapons?"

"I'm pretty sure you learnt how to fire a blowgun with poisonous darts. Elliott was armed with a dagger when we snatched him off and he left a nasty scratch on one of our members."

"Fair enough," replied Fait.

Within a week, the duo were sent off to District 3 to kill an electrician called Darcy Blue. The Underground never asked for reasons for the assassination and just took the money and got Fait and Elliott to kill them.

"You nervous?" asked Fait.

"A bit," answered Elliott, "but not about the assassination. What if we just escaped from The Underground this way?"

"Honestly, sticking with The Underground is better than ending up in a terrible, starving situation," opinionated Fait. "If that's what you're planning, I'd have half a mind to come with you, but I'd suggest not."

"Point taken," said Elliott, and soon, they were at the area where the crime would take place. Darcy Blue was about to return home, and Fait was to shoot a poison dart before she could open her front door. If that failed, Elliott was to jump in and finish the job with his dagger.

"Found her." Elliot pointed at Darcy, and Fait prepared her blowgun.

But before she could shoot, a needle with some sort of sedative sprouted from Fait's neck. Paralysed, Fait dropped her blowgun and was able to catch a glimpse of her attacker's devillish grin before blacking out.

Fait woke up bound tightly to a chair in a dark room. The ropes were nearly cutting into her skin and she couldn't see much. "Is anyone there?" she shouted.

"Fait?" said Elliott's voice. "Fait, I'm right behind you!"

Fait couldn't turn around because of the ropes, but she was relieved to be with someone she knows. However, she was not relieved sitting in a pile of ropes in who-know-where.

"Are our guests awake?" a female voice called out sarcastically.

Fait started to struggle against the ropes. "Why are we here?"

"We've been tracking down this undefined group of kidnappers for a while now," she said, as she walked into the light and Fait recognised her as the one who stabbed her with a needle. "And it looks like we've found two of their members. Funny, I didn't think it'd be two petty sixteen-year-olds."

"Let us go," growled Elliott.

A new male voice laughed. "Not until you tell us who you work for."

"It's not worth it," Fait whispered to Elliott. "They're gonna kill us anyway. Don't give them the satisfaction." Truth be told, Fait actually had a liking towards The Underground.

"So," said the man, "who are you working for?"

"Oh, no one," said Fait sarcastically, "we're just troubled teenage individuals killing people for money."

"I don't appreciate sarcasm," he spat.

"You must be fun at parties," muttered Fait.

"Tase her," he ordered the other girl who brought out a taser rod and stuck it against Fait. Fait started screaming wildly until she let go, and Elliott shouted her name in the background. Fait breathed heavily. That was the most pain she had ever felt in her entire life.

"How many more times do we have to do this until you give in?" said the man.

"How about," said the girl, "we interrogate one of you and everytime you don't give us the answer we want, we hit the other."

Fait gritted her teeth.

"Boy," said the girl and turned to Elliot. "Do you want to see your friend hammered?"

"No," said Elliott.

"Then tell us who you're working for."

"Elliott," started Fait, "don't—"

Fait's head was dunked into a tub of ice while Elliott couldn't bear to see the pain of his friend.

"I think it's best if you don't talk," growled the girl, Fait's head still underwater.

"Stop it," started Elliott, "Stop it!"

Fait was already starting to drown in the icewater.

"Oh, screw it," said the man, "these teens only care for themselves." He then ushered the girl to pull Fait's head out of the water, which she did. Fait was nearly falling unconscious.

The man started towards Elliott, and started brutally pummeling his face. "Who are you working for? Who is it?"

Elliott wouldn't speak up, and this time, it was Fait who was shouting for her friend.

Another blow landed on Elliott's already bleeding face. "If you're not gonna speak up—" The man cocked his gun and shot Elliott right between the eyes. The only sound heard after that was Fait's shrieking voice.

"As for you," said the man as he held the same gun on Fait's forehead, "your fate will be... a little different." He said something to his partner in crime, and she stuffed a gag in Fait's mouth. The two of them left her in darkness as she was forced to sit by her dead friend.

The next morning, the same two people came back and took the gag out of her mouth, and started to untie her.

"You are going to be volunteering at the Reaping," said the girl, "and if you don't, we'll personally get rid of you afterwards."

With no more tricks up her sleeve, Fait reluctantly agreed. Before the female name could be called out, her unconfident voice shouted, "I volunteer!"

After she introduced herself, and the male tribute was picked, they were shoved into the Justice Building. Now, Fait landed herself in the Hunger Games. 