User blog:PumPumPumpkin :3/The Rejuvination Games

Introduction
Welcome to the Rejuvenation Games, the 3rd and final installment of my Justice Games series.

Now, there is a reason these will be called the Rejuvenation Games. For these Games, past Tributes from The Abyss of Insanity, as well selected Tributes from across the Hunger Games Role-Playing Wiki will be revived and pitted against 30 Reaped (submitted by Users) Tributes, making the total count of competitors 60 in total.

Each week, I´ll be posting the Abyss of Insanity Tribute and the Selected Tribute for the spot to be in these Games, starting with the Capitol pair and all the way up to District 14.

Comment and tell me if you don´t want your Tribute in these Games, and I´ll take them off.

Rules

 * 2 Reaped Tributes per user. There is no restrain on how many Tributes a user can have in total however, when considering the Rejuvenated Tributes as well.
 * Reservations lasts for maximum a week. However, remember that the Games won´t acually start right off the bat, so it may be better to wait it out.
 * I will be doing Reapings, Chariots, Training and finally the Games themselves. These will probably take very long to finish once I start them, so please do not lose your patience.
 * Advice often and in-depth, or your Tributes will have a bigger and bigger chance to die the longer they go without any advice. Cheering is also important, as it lets me know whether you´re reading or not.
 * Please no hate in the comments.
 * Don´t get mad at me if your Tributes die, it may very well be your own fault for not advicing or cheering, so take that into consideration.
 * Please, this is the internet, not real life. If you get mad or sad because your Tributes died, remember this is just the internet and take and couple of deep breaths.

Real Life




Relationship Overboard
'''This concept and idea is credit to Wiressfan21. I was not the first to do this. Please credit Wiressfan21 if you too use this section in your Fan-Games.'''

Sponsoring
Every Tribute starts off with 2000$ in Sponsor Money for their Mentor to use, but they can recieve more money if they fulfill the requirements underneath the section "Earn Extra Sponsor Money". Please do notify me if you notice anything missing from the below list of Sponsor items.

Weaponry
Sword - 1250$

Hook Sword - 1500$

Knife - 500$

Throwing knives (6) - 1150$

Thowing knives (12) - 2300$

Matchete - 1100$

Sythe - 1000$

Sickle - 800$

Whip - 700$

Bow - 2000$

Arrows (12) - 1200$

Bow and Arrows (12) - 3200$

Crossbow - 2300$

Slingshot - 350$

Trident - 3500$

Spear - 1000$

Mace - 1700$

Axe - 2500$

Awl - 700$

Blowgun - 1000$

Darts (12) - 600$

Poisoned Darts (12) - 1200$

Hatchet - 1500$

Tomahawk - 1500$

Daggers (2) - 1100$

Hammer - 900$

Katana - 1200$

Survival
Canteen (Empty) - 50$

Canteen (Water) - 100$

Canteen (Soup) - 400$

Sleeping Bag - 500$

Rope - 200$

Bag - 700$

Small Backpack - 500$

Medium Backpack - 750$

Big Backpack - 1000$

Night-Vision Sunglasses - 2000$

Bag of Apples (15) - 1000$

Packet of Beef Strips (5) - 800$

Pack of Dried Fruit - 300$

Large Pack of Dried Fruit - 600$

Slap of Cheese - 1000$

Loaf of Bread - 1100$

Poison - 1200$

Tent - 3000$

Iodine - 500$

Matches - 700$

Burn Medicine - 1500$

Band-Aids - 500$

Anti-Infection - 2700$

Camouflage Paint - 2400$

Blanket - 400$

Misc.
Mentor Letter - 100$

Family Letter - 350$

Map Of Arena - 4000$

Tribute Sensor - 3500$

Earn Extra Sponsor Money
Best Chariot Outfits - 500$

Second Best Chariot Outfits - 400$

Third Best Chariot Outfits - 250$

Top Training Score - 500$

Second Highest Training Score - 400$

Third Highest Training Score - 250$

Top Betting Odds - 500$

Second Highest Betting Odds - 400$

Third Highest Betting Odds - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 1 to 4 - 250$

Kill a tribute with a training score 5 to 8 - 500$

Kill a tribute with a training score 9 to 12 - 750$

Survive 1 day - 250$

Survive 2 days - 250$

Survive 3 days - 500$

Survive 4 days - 500$

Survive 5 days - 500$

Survive 7 days - 750$

Survive 10 days - 1000$

Survive a Feast - 500$

Sponsor Table
RP: Reaped Tribute

RJ: Rejuvinated Tribute

The Arena
(The Arena will be revealed after the training scores have been released.)

Capitol Favoritism
'''This concept and idea is credit to Kaeghan-Is-a-Tribute. I was not the first to do this. Please credit Kaeghan-Is-a-Tribute if you too use this section in your Fan-Games.'''

The Reapings
(Written in 3rd Person perspective. From the Capitol and up to District Six.)

The Capitol (3rd Person)
The haunted, misty air of the Capitol swirled around the air, encasing each and every one of the city´s people in thick mist. Everywhere in the city, people were coming out of their houses, a grim and sullen air surrounding the extravagantly dressed people. Some had thick purple hair that went all the way down to the ground, like some extreme version of a bridal veil. Some people had deep tones of green, blue and magenta in their skin, making them look like twisted cartoon characters. The city itself was like a summer garden, in full bloom and alive with colors. Still, the people were as grim as ever, even though the surroundings were cheery and enticing. It doesn´t take too long to understand why they were all in such a mood. It was that time of the year, where blood was to be shed for their entertainment. But they weren´t entertained anymore, the Hunger Games did nothing but take their children and murder them brutally. Kids and teens walked together with their parents, crying into their shoulders, dreading the hour to come. Because what if? What if, against all of the odds, they were picked? What if they were picked to get slaugthered while their family and friends could do nothing but sit and watch in horror? Even though the chances for one induvidual to have the misfortune to get reaped, someone had to had their name get read out every year right? Just because the chances were small did not make them nonexcistent. The giant crowd of at least thirty thousand Capitol citizens were starting to file into the City Centre, the pride and joy of the Capitol and it´s grandest sight. But even that had been taken from the people of the Capitol, because they just couldn´t bring themselves to enjoy the sights of a place where children were sent to their deaths. Soon, the entire City Centre was filled up with people, and high above, on the tallest balcony, a figure graciously rose from it´s throne, looking down on all of the Capitol´s population. A dark, pale-skinned woman dressed in all black. This woman is Ariadna Blackwater, ancient decesdant from Pomona Blackwater.

"Welcome, people of the Capitol, welcome to the very start of the 475th Hunger Games of Panem! In two weeks from now, thirty children from each of the fifteen Districts will compete in the Hunger Games, a battle royale of survival, where the Victor stands with the ultimate prize of all; life. But this year will be a Quarter Quell, and not just any Quell too. These Games are the Rejuvination Games. In addition to the normal thirty Tributes, thirty additional Tributes will be rejuvinated from previous Hunger Games. That makes the total Tributes up to sixty. Sixty enters the Arena, but only two may come out alive. Yes, two Victors, seems fair enough that there will be double Victors since there is double Tributes. Now, let the Reaping of the Capitol´s representatives begin!"

Ariadna Blackwater finishes her speech, and sits down prompty back on her throne. Her words are starting to etch into the people´s heads, and not only the Capitol´s population. No, every single soul in Panem is watching from their television devices at home or at the despective Districts square, on a large screen. Every single man, woman and child are watching, and they are all horrified to their bones. Sixty Tributes. The prospect of two Victors seem like a disgustingly bad trade. The chances will be ever smaller for survival, and even some of the kids planning to volunteer in Districts like One, Two or Four seem uncertain about the odds. The President seem bored in her seat, and she quickly commands the Escort of the Capitol to start. The Escort seems more animal than human, with scaly, green skin and a split tongue. The snake theme is very popular in the Capitol at this time, every single person who means something is doing it. The snakewoman steps forward in her place besides Ariadna and speaks in a loud, clear voice.

"Let the Reaping begin! And as always, ladies first!"

She smiles at the crowd in the City Centre, her severed tongue hanging out loosely. She walks with small steps to the reaping bowl to her left, it´s filled to the brim with small white notes. She digs her arm deep into the bowl and finally selects one of the notes at the very bottom. The whole City Centre goes quiet as she unfolds the paper and finally speaks out the words sealing one poor souls fate.

"Kiesha Orval!"

Most of the people in the seats let out a consoled breath, exspecially the children standing in line, roped in. Many of the little girls had started drying, happy to had been spared for yet another year. But one of the older girls was not so lucky. Kiesha is in total shock, her pupils hardly visible and her whole body shaking. It was her final year. Why her? She had already planned to celebrate with her parents and her friends that she was safe, forever. But fate had it in for Kiesha. Still, she tried her hardest not to cry. Even though she knew she was not a contender just yet, she had already started fighting for survival. Her feet carry her promptly towards the grand staircase to the Escort, she was smiling and waving at her. Kiesha knew that this woman wasn´t even feeling a single bit of remorse at her, only excitement to see the first competitor in the Games up so close. Kiesha wasn´t able to see her parents anymore, they had dissapeared in the crowd by now. But she could still hear their cries of agony, even from here. Everyone else were completely silent. She climbed the stairs and the Escort quickly grasped her by the shoulder and shoved the microphone in her face.

"Congratulations Kiesha Orval! How do you feel?"

Kiesha however, kept her mouth shut and didn´t udder a single word. The Escort was first persistent on getting an answer out of her, but had to give up after a while. She quickly moved on to the next reaping bowl, the male´s bowl. As she digged her hand into the paper notes, the crowd yet again fell silent. The children looked even more nervous, though the girls looked relieved that they were not picked. The snakewoman finally decides upon one of the notes at the top and unfolds it quickly, and yet again sends a child to it´s death.

"Furcifer Soror!"

Once again a wave of relief stretches across the City Centre as dousins of boys, from the twelve year olds who were here for their first time, to the older, who had done this multible times. But just as when Kiesha´s name was reaped, one stood out from the crowd. Furficer looked around him, more frustrated than nervous, that of all the children to be reaped, it just had to be him. And it was his last year as well. He cursed his luck as he half-walked, half-stomped up the staircase. Ariadne was still not amused it seemed, she had a rather bored look at her and she was only watching the proceedings half-heartedly. Furcifer stooed besides the Escort, on her right side. When he also recieved a microphone and a question, he followed Kiesha´s example and didn´t say anything. Now the Escort seemed to be slightly offended at this behavior from kids from her District, she knew this made her look like a fool in front of the entire Panem. She quickly shifted the focus onto the Quell twist previously mentioned by Ariadne, the Rejuvinated Tributes.

"Now, aren´t you people excited to get to see who were the lucky two Tributes from the Capitol to be rejuvinated from the dead? Well, here they are!"

It did not seem like the people were excited at all, but the Escort pretended everyone had shouted and screamed with glee, it seemed. She waved her arms towards a door behind, and out walked two kids, a boy and a girl. The boy was very short and small, hardly even 5´1. He looked just as nervous as any child would be in this situation. He was wearing a hardsome black suit with a small bowler hat over his styled brown hair. The girl next to him looked like his polar opposite. She had dramatic, flowing pink and black hair in a complicated braid down her back. She was at least sixteen years old it looked. She was wearing a pure, shock pink ball dress that fell all the way down to her feet. She also looked very nervous, but managed to hide it a bit at least. Oddly enough, they both had strange, surgical wounds next to their ears, stitches that went all the way up into their scalps. The Escort took the word again, and directed the attention once again to herself.

"Ward Teel of the 44th Hunger Games!"

She poined to the young boy in the suit, who made a weird twitching motion, persumably a smile.

"Fairy Luck of the 310th Hunger Games!"

The pink-haired girl smiled nervously at her crowd as her name was said, her legs shaking.

Kiesha and Furcifer quickly scanned their more experienced competiton in the Games to come. Ward did not too impressive, neither of them could ever imagine him acually making it through the Bloodbath in the Games he was rejuvinated from. But the Gamemakers just have had a reason to rejuvinate him, instead of one of the other hundreds of dead male Tributes from the Capitol. Fairy was not too difficult to imagine coming relatively far, with her beauty and grace she must have had bucketfulls of sponsors in her Games. But why didnt´they rejuvinate the girl from the Games three years ago, the one who got Runner-up? There was something about Fairy that wasn´t quite right. Then Ariadne suddenly raised up from her seat, and Kiesha, Furcifer, Ward and Fairy all placed themselves in a line and stood rock still.

"Now that we have reaped our Tributes and presented our Rejuvinated, that concludes this Reaping. Congratulations to the Tributes for this great honor. Be sure to tune in for the next Reaping, taking place in District One. Good night, and may the odds be ever in your favor."

District One (3rd Person)
A humid breeze flies swiftly throughout the luxury District, District One. Just like in the Capitol, around noon, people are swarming out of the many villas and houses in the District. But unlike in the Capitol, the people are smiling, happy and at peace. Sure, some of the younger kids look a little worried, hiding behind their parents, biting their nails. But they know that even if they do get reaped, there is most likely someone out there who will volunteer for their place in the Games. And it´s not like they lack training, as kids from the ripe age of ten are enrolled in the Career Academy, located in the exact center of District One, it doubles as a school during day time. But after school is out, a lot of pupils return after dinner or so to train with professionals in the Hunger Games, and even a few of District One´s own Victors. They are some of the most prized people in District One, all of the people, from children to old men and woman are proud of their preformances in the Games. They are objects of idolizations from younger teens, who strive to become like them. These kids are usually refered to Careers, both from the mouths of the Capitol, the richer and the outlying Districts alike. They are called this because it´s their whole life purpose and goal to win the Hunger Games. Dying in the Games is part of the risk. You can easily spot the Career children out from the rest of the kids. They wear confident smirks and wink at eachother, to great contrast to the worried-looking kids who obviously have no training or do not want to become a Tribute.

One of these so-called Careers is eighteen year old Jade Seeku, who has already arrived at the District One square, before the other kids. She is eyeing the stage with a gleeful look. She wants dearly to climb those steps after she volunteered, and feel inside, that she is a Tribute. And not just a normal Tribute, no, she would be a Victor and a star in the Capitol. She had always wanted to be a stylist, from when she was five years old and playing dress-up with her dolls. She was known to have a keen eye for fashion and the latest trends. No wonder, Jade was very popular among the boys as well, who fell by her feet with only a glance. But once Jade started to train at the Careers Academy, her ambition shifted. At first she was reluctant, she didn´t want to get dirty or exausted and get her make-up destroyed by sweat. But her father was persistent and finally she had to give in to the pressure. The arugment that her mother would had wanted it stung the most, and she knew he was right. She wanted to make her proud, at least. When she started to train however, everything changed. She loved it, feeling her raw power grow with every day and getting to beat up the guys who told her she would never be as strong as they were. Oh boy were they wrong. Soon Jade was the star of the Career Academy, and her mentors, trainers and father urged her on to volunteer. Of course she had to. She had stayed patient until this day from when she was sixteen, this was her last reaping and her time to shine in front of all of Panem. Now Jade stood in the roped-off area of the girl potensial Tributes and waited it out until the rest of District One had filed in. She shouted at and waved to her father when he arrived, and he waved heartily back at her. When the Square was all filled up, the beautiful Escort mounted the stage and everyone went quiet and directed their attention towards her. "Welcome, District One, to this most glorious day! I am Evaine Mejai, your most glorious escort, here to bring you the Reaping of the 375th annual Hunger Games! Now, as you all know, this year will be special, as both the Tribute pool and the Victor pool is doubled! I hope you are all just as excited as I am, now let´s get the show on the road!"

Evaine certainly did know how to talk to the people, as mostly everyone shouted back at her to express how excited they were. Jade did too, of course. Evaine shone her bright white teeth at them all. She wore not very much, as it was very hot in District One in the middle of the summer and it wasn´t like her to not show off her body. She was wearing a deep purple dress which barely covered her in each area, and which gave her both style points in the Capitol´s eyes and lustful glances from the men in the crowd.

"Ladies first, as always!"

Evaine said as she strutted to the reaping bowl to her left, in which the names of hundreds of girls from all across District One were written on small paper notes. She grasped her hand into the bowl and trashed around for a great time, before pulling a single note up and showing it to the crowd. Everyone looked excited rather than nervous, to contrast with the Capitol and the outlying Districts. After everyone had gotten a look at the note, Evaine unfolded it and read the name scribbled down. Dousins of Career girls braced themselves to make to move to volunteer, uncluding Jade.

"Maiden Peak!"

"I VOLUNTEER!" "I VOLUNTEER!" "I VOLUNTEER!!"

From every single angle around Evaine, crazed and desperate-looking teenage girls screamed out to her, begging to become a Tribute and participate in the Games. But somehow, Jade Seeku stood out to the Capitolian Escort, and she grinned as she realized she had found her pick. She pointed directly at Jade and told her firmly to get up on the stage. The girl reaped, another Career girl, looked sullen and annoyed that she had been reaped, so that she couldn´t volunteer or stop anyone from volunteering from her. Jade however, was giddy with excitement, and walked confidently up to the stage and took her place next to Evaine Mejai, her heart a ticking bombshell of euphoria. She had done it, she had volunteered. She saw the proud face of her father in the back line of the Square, his face shiny with fresh tears. Jade waved at some of her trainers and friends, smiling her brightest smile. Evaine the Escort looked happy on Jade´s part as well, and congratulated her.

"Congratulations to District One´s newest Tribute! Now then, what is your name honey?"

"Jade Seeku!"

Jade answered back gladly, and the crowd cheered for her, except the dissapointed-looking girls at the front, who shot angry glares at Jade instead.

"Now it´s time for the boys! Are you ready?"

The crowd jeers to Evaine´s tune, and she swiftly makes her way to the bowl on her right side, where the notes for the boys in the District lies. She takes even more time on picking this time than with the girls, wanting to build up suspence among the audience and succeeding in that as well. The crowd is cheering and the many Career kids are itching to get their chance at volunteering. Finally Evaine pulls a paper slip out and reads it out to District One.

"Amano Yukiteru!"

Similar screams and shouts from volunteer follow, which soon turns into an absolute mess. The boys start yelling at eachother, claiming they were first to volunteer. The arguments soon blossom into small skirmishes and fights, which the adults urge them on. This is part of the show in some Career Districts every year, the battle to acually become a Tribute in the first place. But one of the boys stick out like a sore thumb, and that boy is Luigi Wilkins. He doesn´t scream or shout, but instead he walks right up on the stage, like he already won the reaping before all the other Career kids. When the crowd finally notices that Luigi already has mounted the stage, they all go quiet when they see who it is. Mostly everyone knows him. The loner, slightly creepy kid who lost his parents in that horrible accident, when he was only a little kid. He was never quite right afterwards, though still a feared student in the Career Academy. Evaine looks surprised at Luigi´s appearance, since she did not acually pick him out to be the volunteer for the Games. Instead of asking questions, she just smiles him and asks him politely what his name is, even though everyone knows it.

"Erm, what is your name sweetie?"

"Luigi Wilkins."

Evaine doesn´t ask more, and Luigi takes his place on her right side, waiting patiently for the other half of the show. The other Careers in the crowd are roaring with outrage that Luigi wasn´t even picked, he just walked up on the stage and got accepted as Tribute. Evaine looks a bit nervous, but Luigi himself doesn´t seem affected at all. Peacekeepers warn the kids to calm down, or there may be consequences, and they do, but grudgingly. Evaine tries to steer the attention back to the twist of the Games, the Rejuvinated Tributes from District One.

"Are you ready to see which Tributes from the past are coming back to have another shot at winning District 1 great honor?"

"YEAH!"

"Then I present them gladly to you all, here they are!"

Evaine waves her arms towards the door leading into the Justice Building. The great metal door opens and out walks two kids who the crowd instantly recognizes. The boy is Zaphire, who was famous for almost winning the 325th Hunger Games, coming in third place. He died so his ally and boyfriend in the Games, Kisagari Momo could win. Their love story touched the entire Panem, and it´s not too hard to understand why such a popular Tribute would be revived. The crowd is cheering and screaming his name, and Zaphire is waving and smiling back politely. The girl Tribute is also very iconic for the District One citizens. Glow Décor, a wildcard in the 222nd Hunger Games. She was one of the weakest Careers, with only an eight in training and bad odds compared to the others in her alliance. She got no kills in the Bloodbath or the days following after. But when there was about ten tributes left, she murdered all her allies and showed her true colors. Her brutalily made her the biggest contender in the Games, but she ended up in sixth place when the Tribute who later was crowned Victor lured her into a trap and killed her on the final day. "I present to you, Zaphire Beux of the 325th Hunger Games and Glow Décor of the 222nd Hunger Games! The reaping is now over, but be sure to tune in on the next one, set in the second Career District, the Masonry District Two! Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor!"

District Two (3rd Person)
The dust in the air settles around on the people slowly drawing out of the military bases, like metal to a magnet. Both woman and man, they are all dressed in the white armor of the Peacekeepers, either they are real Peacekeepers of the Capitol or currently in training. They are filing out of the military barracks in straight lines with stone faces. They march determinedly towards the very center of District Two. Children and teenagers do the same, except they slowly come out of the school or the Career Academy. There are mostly younger kids in the school, while the older children march out of the Career Academy, ready for the important time in store for them this day. Like in District One, you can already tell which kids are planning to volunteer, with their confident behavior and bulging muchles under their clothes. The rest of District Two are also looking greatly forward to the reaping. Maybe because their child, cousin of friend is planning to volunteer, and they dearly want them in the Games so they can show the whole Panem what they´re worth. And even if you don´t know anyone who´s gonna volunteer, there is still the Rejuvinated Tributes. Everyone is pretty certain who is gonna be Rejuvinated, at least one of them. It was leaked from the Capitol by accident that the girl Tribute to be revived would be Veronica Mordekaiser. And now District Two is waiting in suspence to see if the rumors are true or not. All of District Two want to see Veronica again, as she was so close to Victory last time and they feel like they were cheated for their glory when her "ally", the boy from District 4 betrayed her and killed her, before she could do the same to him.

While nearly all the other kids marching together in unison look either excited or scared of the looming presence of the reaping, Lace Larke looks neither. He already knows what is going to happen today. He is about to be reaped, and there is nothing he can do about it. From the moment when his sister Yuniare won her Hunger Games, his fate was sealed. Both of them enjoyed training for the Games together, and after Yuniare won her Games, the Capitol soon became interested in Jace. He was a promising Tribute, and one who the Gamemakers soon were determined to have them in their Games. He was loved by the Capitolians, and became a star simply for being Yuniare´s brother. If only he had understood where his life was going back then, maybe he could have stopped it. But now it was too late for regret. He had gotten comfirmation from Capitol informant that he was going to be reaped, even though he had the least possible amount of names in the bowl for an eighteen year old. If anyone tried to volunteered, they would not be allowed, the Capitol was too obsessed with Jace for him to not go into the Games. Jace curses the day when he was interviewed after Yuniare´s victory. Even though he is reluctant to the Games, he knows he will have a good shot at winning them. However, with the recently revealed twist of double Tributes, he is not too positive about his odds anymore. He sighs as his feet carry him to the Square and into the roped areas with the hundreds of other kids. The crowd is puzzled, and so is Jace, because the stage is empty.

"Wwwwelcome, District Two! This is your host with the most (of everything), Vaarg!!"

Suddenly a figure swoops down from the stage roof, with rope around his waist. The figure lands somewhat elegantly on the stage and gives a small bow. He is wearing nothing but a huge brown-greyish wolf pelt which covers his whole body and makes him seem at least hundred pounds. Vaarg the Escort then bows again to make the crowd applaud, but everyone merely stare at him in shock. District Two´s previous Escort retired last year, after 40 years in the service. They had heard rumors about the new Escort being slightly eccentric, and new Escort often try to impress the audience in their first year, but this was something new completely. Vaarg looks slightly embarrassed when nobody responds, instead he quickly starts the program.

"Now that everyone is here, let the reaping commence! Just like last year and the year before that and the year before that, the ladies are up first!"

He has a hard time walking with his ginormous wolf pelt, but he slowly makes his way to the girl´s bowl and quickly snags one of the white notes. The crowd stand in military firmness and waits patiently for the name to be called, even the Career kids are standing their ground, much difference from District One when everyone was fighting and cooing at eachother before. Vaarg takes a deep breath and udder two words, a name.

"Ayla Huntress!"

Just like in District One, dousins of girls shout out to take this Ayla girl´s place in the Games. But contrary to in District One, these girls are formal and they do not start to scream and kick at eachother. They simply stand their ground and wait for the Escort to give his blessing. Except one girl. Gypsy Xenon is not calm at all, instead she is gleaming with confidence and open hatred towards the other girls in the crowd. She is one of the younger Career girls, hardly even fifteen years old and still just as ready for the Games as any of the older girls. She has been training for as long as she can remember at the Career Academy, and her techniques with all kinds of blades is feared and respected. While all the other girls stand calmly and wait Vaarg´s decition, Gypsy is gritting her teeth and wait impatiently for his decition. Vaarg takes note of this, and therefore points her out amonst all the other Career kids.

"You there! Congratulations on becoming a represasentative for District Two in the 375th annual Hunger Games!! Come up on the stage to me, please."

Gypsy can feel her heart almost exploding inside her chest, and she tosses her arms in the air and screams of delight and happiness. The other girls in the crowd merely look oddly at her with not much feeling showing up in their face, except a bit of annoyance and dissapointment. Gypsy is extatic and runs up the stage to Vaarg´s microphone. She snags it away from him and announcher to all of District Two who she is.

"I am Gypsy Xenon, Panem! I have trained day and night through years and years for this moment, and now it´s finally here. Ladies and gents, feast your eyes on the future Victor of the 375th Hunger Games!"

District Two politely applauds Gypsy, even the other Career children do. Gypsy takes a deep bow before scooting off to Vaarg´s left side with a big grin on her face. As Vaarg moves up to the boy´s reaping bowl, Jace braces himself for all the attention soon to be called to him. Vaarg unfolds the note and reads Jace´s name in a clear voice, you can hear how unsurprised he is at it. Everyone in the Capitol know that Jace would be this years District 2 male in the Games, many months before this moment.

"Jace Larke!"

Jace sighs as he walks up to the stage, with a heavy heart. He can hear Yuniare crying in the back of the crowd. She knew this was coming though, and has already given Jace his token for the Games. His silver cross necklace which is dangeling from his neck, the very same Yuniare had in her Games. She just hopes that the lucky charm will be enough to save Jace, too. Vaarg gestures Jace to move faster, they are on a tight scedule, and Jace starts to half-way run, half-way walk up to the stage. He takes his place next to Vaarg and clutches his silver cross, tears bulding up in his eyes. Why did he have to be so stupid and egoistic? If only he could reinvent time, go back and save all of this from ever happening. He is broken out of his mind when Vaarg takes the word again, and the door to the Justice Building.

"May I present, the Rejuvinated Tributes of District Two! Shadow Nightshade and Shermaine Wilson!"

For a moment, the crowd freezes, surprised that the Veronica Morderkaiser rumor proved to be false. Then they regain conciounse and salutes Shadow and Shermaine. Even though Veronica was not revived, they are not dissapointed in what Tributes they got. Shadow Nightshade became runner-up in one of the first ever Hunger Games, the 4th Hunger Games. He was almost District Two´s first Victor, back in a time where Careers were non-excistent. Most Tributes back then averaged a four, as many had injuried and scrupels from the war. Shadow got the best score of all the Tributes, with a decent seven. He somewhat dominated the Games, if you could call it that. He finally died after multible stab wounds from the Victor in the finale. Shermaine is a different story. She became one of the most well-known non-Victor Tributes in the 100th Hunger Games all through the 200th Hunger Games. Her cold, and slightly mean-spirited nature made the Capitol love her, even though she didn´t like that they did. Her brother was also a Victor, which made people think she would siege the Victor´s crown for sure. It helped her a lot in her Games, granting her a lot of sponsors. Even the Gamemakers favored her a bit. She led the Careers with an even hand, but ultimately got betrayed by her two closest allies, who she thought was her friends. They tortured and killed her in the night, and this was a huge shock in the Capitol. It even caused the Gamemakers to kill Shermaine´s two old allies themselves, so neither of them won. Shermaine and Shadow takes their places next to Gypsy and Jace. While the four of them size eachother up, Vaarg addresses the crowd and concludes the reaping.

"Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor! Tune in next time, for the District Three reapings and Rejuvinated Tributes show off!"

District Three (3rd Person)
Once again, this time in the Technology District Three, around noon, the citizens of the District start to move out of their houses. District Three used to be a fairly rich District, and far back in the day it was even a Career District. But when they were still the Capitol´s puppets, and District Three was sadly way to confident in their chances of battling the Capitol. They got crushed when they tried to get control over the District and give District Three it´s own government. After that followed the Great Depression, when people lost their jobs due to heavy drinking after their loss of independence. The District got less support from the Capitol, until the point where nobody could afford the simplest thing as food or shelter. Therefore the population went down greatly, from maybe around twenty thousand all the way down to ten thousand. Even though they were greatly down, District Three managed to build itself up to what it is today. Not as rich and wealthy as it once was, but at least stable, where people don´t drop dead of starvation every minute in the streets like in other Districts. But they can´t avoid the reapings. Miserable-looking kids and worried-looking adults fill the dirty streets towards the Square, where the Escort is waiting patiently for them to come to her, ready to destroy two children´s futures and kill their families.

Two of these kids stick out in the blooming crowd. It´s a small girl, hardly even twelve, who is almost completely bald, with only a few tufts of hair sticking out at odd angles. And there is a boy, around the age of fourteen or fifteen, holding her hand and whispering under his breath. Both of these children have a very odd feeling about them. Their skin is as pale as the moon and they have big bags under their eyes, they look very shabby. The kids are Ikaika and Maala Mathilda, the two last survivors from their family. Maala and Ikaika´s family was riddled with disease and misery for as long as both of them can remember. Their father had AIDS and their mother vitiligo. Ikaika and Maala have AIDS and brest cancer, respectively. They always knew that their mom and dad would never make it. When Ikaika was eight and Maala six, their father passed away. He was struck with a cold, and because of his weak immune system thanks to his AIDS, he had zero chances of surviving. Their mother killed herself in the same suicide as Ikaika tried to kill himself as well, but he miraculously survived after heavy treatment in the hospital of District Three. And so Maala and Ikaika´s lives have been riddled with dread and death, and their fates are also a diagnosis, there is no way they can survive in the long run. But both of them have a plan, in which the other knows nothing about. They both plan to volunteer, win and get themselves and their sibling cured in the Capitol. As the reaping Square, come into sight, they tense up and dread what is about to happen. They will have to leave everything behind and gamle their own lives for salvation from the disease.

Nero Reeds is looking greatly dissapointed and sullen when she looks down at the crowd assempled reluctantly under her feet. She wanted to Escort for District Three, but instead she is given this lowly bunch of losers. She hates it, but she knows that if she makes a good impression and does her job right, she might get a promotion to District 4 next week. So she plasters her most winning smile onto her face and starts the show off.

"Helloooo District Three! Are you ready for the reaping of the 375th Hunger Games!? Well I sure am, so let´s get started!"

District Three slightly murmurs their agreement, even though they would rather drink bleach than be here right now. Nero takes that as a "YEAAAAH" and moves on with her program.

"As always, ladies first!"

While nearly everyone in the Square is holding their breaths, Maala isn´t even flinching. She is going to volunteer anyways, she won´t care if she gets reaped or not. She catches the eye of Ikaika in the boys section of the Square and wink at him. She smiles nervously at her for a second, before directing his attention to the stage once again. Nero struts to the ladies´ bowl, and quickly takes one of the notes and unfolds it in one fluid movement. The crowd is tensing up now, and the girls in danger are making whimpering noises. Maala wished they´d stop, because she´s gonna save their asses anyways.

"Rea Moon!"

Maala doesn´t hesitate one second.

"I volunteer!"

Everyone goes quiet as she utters the words confidently and starts walking up the stage without another word. The little girl Maala´s age called Rea is silently thanking Maala for saving her, but is unable to say anything. The rest of District Three watch as Maala mounts the stage dumbfunded. Ikaika is staring at his sister, internally screaming for help, but his opinion has only been stronger. How can be not volunteer now and let Maala die? He remembers another one of the twists for these Games, there can be two Victors. The two of them can win, together, and become cured of their illnesses. They can live normally in District Three again, and never have to go to that wretched orphanage ever again. The thougth of them living together, safe from their diseases and free to finally live life to it´s fullest almost brings Ikaika to tears. He hooks himself back to reality though, wipes his tears away and waits for the Escort to get to the boys´ bowl and his time to volunteer. Before the Escort takes the word, Maala catches Ikaika´s eye and winks smugly. He smiles slightly and returns the gesture.

"Wow a volunteer! What is your name dearly?"

Says Nero with disgustingly faked enthusiam to Maala. Maala keeps her poker face and doesn´t let anything show behind it.

"Maala Mathilda."

Nero congratulates her once more and then quickly finds another note with a name, this time in the boys reaping bowl. Once again the crowd goes completely silent, not knowing that whoever gets reaped won´t go into the Games anyways, as Ikaika clears his throath. He´s starting to get unsure on whether he should volunteer. But then he thinks about his loving, dear little sister who has always protected him and all the training he has put into this, and he is certain again. Nero reads the name on the paper with a high-pitched voice.

"Twix Juniper!"

And once again, one of the Mathilda siblings break the silence.

"I volunteer!"

The entire Square goes silent, even Nero. They are all staring down Ikaika, who is silently walking up the stage stairs. One volunteer from District Three hasn´t happened since they were a Career District, two volunteers have never ever happened in the history of the Games. Maala feels like screaming as she watches her brother mount the stage and take his place next to Nero, just a few metres away from Maala. She tries to catch his eye and ask why did he do it, but Ikaika seems very fixated by his shirt all of a sudden. Nero doesn´t look like she knows how she is even supposed to respond to this. In the end her shocked grimase turns into a sickeningly sweet smile, and she asks Ikaika the normal question.

"And what is your name shortstuff?"

"Ikaika Mathilda."

"Oh wow, is this your sister? How very brave of you, don´t want your sister to get all the attention now do you?"

Nero points at Maala and then bumps Ikaika jokingly in the shoulder. He doesn´t respond at all, and neither does Maala, so she moves onward with the reaping before things start to get awkward. Like in both District One and Two, the doors to the Justice Building starts to slowly open up as Nero yet again takes the word and directs the crowd´s attention to the two kids moving out of the building.

"And now, let me present you all the Rejuvinated Tributes of District Three!"

She waves her arms at the two figures now moving into the sunlight, so the District 3 citizens can have a proper look at them. As Maala and Ikaika recognizes them, they catch eachothers eyes in a reflex of fear. It can´t be... But it is, Amme Ilorenzo and Kronos Blade, one of the most legendary Tributes of Panem and the most well-known ones from District 3 by far. Amme was a top threath in the 45th annual Hunger Games, she was almost drowing in sponsors. Not only because the District Three Chariot won by at least a mile, but also because she got a whopping 10 in training, the highest from District Three in years. She proceeded to dominate the Games from the get-go, and by Day 10 she had at least 70 percent of the kills in the Games. However, the finale went horribly wrong with her. Unwittingly, she picked a fight with the other finalist, her previous ally and fellow female Tribute from District 2, in a swamp area. She ended up dying to the swamps currents and poison rather than her opponent, which was very dissapointing, as the other girl who ended up winning hadn´t gotten a single kill since the Bloodbath and she only had an 8. Kronos was another story completely. Everyone in District Three both know him and fear him, he is the subject for many citizen´s childrens nightmares, his legend lives on. God knows how many lives he had claimed, like he revealed in his interview. After his interview was over, a Peacekeeper squad raided his house to find a torture dungeon in the cellar, with body parts and torture instruments scattered around. They identified one of the bodies as his own father, who was believed to have run away. Some of the bodies were the corpses of teenage girls who had dissapeared mysteriously, but some of the bodies were too mangled or destroyed to identify. When the audience got whiff of this, it caused Kronos to be the biggest threath in his Games, not only because of his skills with killing but also because the sponsors were fighting over him. However, his preformance was dissapointing. He died at Day 3, when there still was a good fifteen Tributes left, because a large alliance of eight Tributes managed to trap him and kill him before he could get his hands on them. But now that he is back, one can expect Kronos to be careful of that. he is sure to be a threath.

Maala and Ikaika are staring at their more impressive oppoents, while Amme and Kronos and not even glancing at them. They know that once the Games start, their two puny District partners are free kills for them. As the crowd takes in the terrifying image of these illness-ridden kids being ripped to pieces by Amme and Kronos, Nero Reeds have already left without knowing. Probably to start on the bag of alcohol she brougth with her. Ikaika, Maala, Amme and Kronos stand awkwardly on the stage for a bit, before Peacekeepers shove them into the Justice Building and tell the crowd to clear out and go back to work.

District Four (3rd Person)
A storm was starting to build up out on the clear, blue ocean. Dramatic grey clouds were marching towards the coast and the docks of District Four, and waves were growing in size with every minute. Workers on the docks and fishermen who have just arrived back home after several days and night on the sea were trying to get the last bit of work done before the Reaping, and most importantly, before the storm hit the shoreline and made serious problems for them. It wasn´t often, but it still happened that people died in storms like these. Mostly drunken idiots who didn´t know what they were doing, but it was better to be safe than sorry. As the fishermen and sailors started to make their way towards the District Four Square, the wind became increasingly violent and they had to draw up their jackets to shield them from the wrath of nature. Heavy and hot rain poured down like a waterfall, this would be a long Reaping day. The rest of the District´s population, the elderly or the children, those who did not work, didn´t look too happy about the weather either. They were cloaked in rain-resistant jackets and coats, murmuring to eachother about what bad timing the monsoon had this year.

The increasingly bad weather didn´t have any effect one some of the kids though, they were still just as cheerful as they were when they woke up today. As expected, they were all wearing the standard District Four Career Academy uniform, which all the students wear when they are going to sermonial things at the Academy like the enrollment seremony. They had probably come straight from the Academy, putting in some last-minute training and getting some final advice from their trainers and teachers. Probably about seventy percent of these kids were itching to volunteer, and the rest were probably just excited to see their friends volunteer and test their luck and skill in the Games. However, there were of course exceptions. Like a boy called Caspian Lotuscloud. He wasn´t paticulary fond of the Games, but he still trained at the Academy like the other kids. He was kind of an outsider, as people often found him annoying and hard to deal with. Sometimes Caspian became a bit depressed from this, never having something you´d call a real friend, that was why he kept training, to keep his mind off his loneliness. The other Career kids often mocked him for being such a wuss, and not being interested in the Hunger Games for the most part. This had pushed Caspian into making a decicion he thougth he´d never ever even think of. He had made his minde up however, he was gonna volunteer for the Games and prove all the other guys wrong. When he think of their dissapointed faces when he is chosen Tribute and not them, he smiles with glee. He was a bit scared of the Games, but they were nothing he couldn´t handle. Caspian was capable of high-skilled weaponry and great strength, there wasn´t much the Games could prove to challenge him with.

Meanwhile, at the docks a very peculiar ship had just arrived. It was a very old ship, wooden and very, very big. It was easily the most impressive ship in the harbor, and people stopped and stared at it when they passed. Never in their life had they seen such a magnificent ship, maybe they wouldn´t even again, even. However, a sinister black flag was flickering in the wind at the top of the huge mast. A black flag with a white skull with a pair of entwined bones underneath. The international symbol of pirates. Just as all the people had huddled into the reaping Square, as on que, the doors down to the lower leves of the ship opened and out came a prominent and feared figure. Alvida Pearl, probably the only sixteen year old who could sport such fear in District Four´s hearts ever, even the older men who had toughened up durings decades out on the sea. She was an infamous pirate on the Panemian sea, who was accompanied by at least fifty pirates on her grand ship. It wasn´t completely known how Alvida became one of them, because not too long ago she was just a normal girl in District Four. However, her parents suddenly dissapeared one day, and so did she. Her parents have never been heard of since, but Alvida became the leader of the pirates of District Four. She was probably here to load up on supplies again, as she usually did about every two months. As Alvida jumped off the ship´s deck, a very grandeur pirate shouted at her.

"O Alvida, do you want any o´ us to come with yeh?"

"It´s ok Roderick, I´m fine on my own."

Then she walked off towards the Square, unknowing that it was reaping day, and none of the market stalls were open. Her very precense caused the crowd to bend off and allow her an easy way to the Square. She shot them evil looks when she could, and she barked with laugher as she watched them squrim and try to hide themselves away. Boy, did she love the pirate life.

Slowly, the muttering, sulky crowd buldt up into the entire population of District Four was huddled in raincoats, holding umbrellas, in the Square, watching as the Escort made her appearance. She looks positively grotesque, with skin pale as snow and eyes the sizes of dinner plates, with flowery tattoos that flows down from her eyes like some kind of permanent tear marks down her cheeks. She was wearing some sort of gown, but it was entirely transparent showing everything underneath it. The public wonders why even bother putting on a dress that just makes you naked anyways. She speaks in a dull, clear voice that doesn´t tell anything on what kind of person she is, or anything about her at all. It´s a wonder why she would have the Escort job for District Four when she had this little impact and charm on the crowds.

"Welcome, people of District Four. Today we celebrate the loss and gain of the great Panem War, where innocent people lost their lives because of the District´s sins. But the Capitol has mercy, and so they will accept your regret by letting two of your children become stars in the Capitol, of the Hunger Games. In two week´s time, the Games will start and you will all suffer for the pain you inflicted upon the Capitol and Panem itself."

And like this she continued, for at least five minutes, drooling on. The Career kids at the front row were starting to get more and more impatient about the Escorts speech that just wouldn´t end. The rest of the people in the Square were just staring at her, dumbfunded. Last year they had had just a normal Escort, albeit a bit too enthursiastic to the point of it being slightly annoying. But this was something different entirely, and most of District Four were already hoping that this new Escort would be fired so they could have someone normal (at least in Capitol means) next year. Now the Escort had continued on her speech for at least ten minutes, and the crowd was not very impatient, exspecially the children eligible for reaping, most of them just wanted it to be over with soon. One of the kids in the Square, a certain redheaded pirate girl to be exact, suddenly broke into a run and jumped up on the stage. Before the Escort could even take her eyes off her speech to see her, Alvida punched her clean in the face with enough force so she toppled to the stage floor. Everyone in District Four went silent instantaiously. Alvida was smiling confidently at all of them and shoved the escort off the stage to applause of the crowd. The Career children were looking at Alvida with fear and dissapointment, as the Capitol would surely make her be a Tribute now with that of an prefomance in front of the cameras. Surely enough, Alvida picked the microphone up from the floor and shouted into it.

"Yes, I´m Alvida Pearl, the Pirate Queen of the Panemian sea. And I´m also this years girl Tribute from District Four, pleased to have your attention!"

The Career kids and their parents were in an outrage, that some girl could just run up and punch the Escort in the face before someone had been reaped, and then announche herself Tribute without even volunteering. The rest of the crowd was also muttering about how unfair this was, that the other girls didn´t even get a shot at volunteering, but Alvida once again silenced them.

"And now, since our beloved Escort is a little busy at the moment, me, myself and I will announce my District Partner-to-be!"

Alvida struts towards the reaping bowl to her right, and swiftly picks out one of the many notes of potensial Tributes, written in tired handwriting. Then she reads it out loud for the entire District Four to hear.

"Caspian Lotuscloud!"

Everyone´s eyes lock onto Caspian as his skin turns pale as snow in winter. None of the Career kids show any sign of wanting to volunteer, possibly intimidated by Alvida, who would be their competition in the Games. Caspian certainly is a bit afraid of Alvida as well, but not the Games. He has trained for them after all, and he knows he can emerge victorious if he plays his cards right, Alvida is just a minor obstacle for him. He burshes his hair out of his eyes before walking confidently through the crowd, with everyone staring him down, including Alvida. Caspian suddenly wonders why no Peacekeeper has ran up and arrested Alvida for assault, maybe they were getting bored of the previous Escort, who was now lying on the dity, wet ground completely knocked out, as well. Nevertheless, Caspian shrugs it off and walks up to the stage and takes his place next to his new District partner. Then one of the doors to the Justice Building open and a teenage boy peeks his head out.

"Umm, where is Triana? Is this our queue?"

He adresses one of the Peacekeepers guarding the building, but the white armored man doesn´t answer. The boy shrugs his shoulders and apparently takes the Peacekeeper´s muteness as a yes and stands out. A girl follows him outside. For a while the crowd is stunned at their appearance, it takes a while for them to process that they must be the Rejuvinated Tributes of their District. Alvida and Caspian sizes up their newcoming competition with smirks on their faces. There´s Alexander Snapper of the 345th annual Hunger Games, it´s now exactly thirty years ago since he participated and perished in the Games. He was a big shot, like most of the Careers in most Games. He had a very... close relationship to his District partner at the time, Violet Pike. They became the most popular Tributes in the Games, however their love was just fabricated for the crowd to give them sponsors. And when the time was right, Violet killed Alexander after they had had sexual intercourse during the final night of the Games, making Violet the Victor and Alexander the loser. The girl, who was at least five inches shorter than Alexander, was Katarina Seacrest. She was very famous, or rather, infamous, as the very loved Victor Oceania Seacrest´s cousin. Katarina had been one of the permanent residents of the District Four´s Insane Aslym. She had been driven mad with jealousy at Oceania´s victory, and tried to kill her. When that failed, she instead volunteered, wishing to destroy her cousins honor and make herself even more famous than her. Her cracked and twisted look on the Games made her a threath in the Games, but she did not earn many sponsors. But even so, she managed on her own, pretending to be weak and sick to ward off her oponents. She had countlesss allies during her Games, but none of them lasted more than one night with her. In record time, thanks to her, the playing field was shrinking to only four Tributes when there had only been five days in the Arena. The Gamemakers had to do something to stop her from destroying the Games, and so executed Katarina by making the earth under her feet crumble and she died as she fell into the Arena catacombs.

Now that she was back, one could see the worry in Caspian´s eyes. He had only heard whispers and rumors of Katarina when he was growing up, but seeing her in the flesh was something different. He wanted nothing but to run and flee from the sight of her, however Alvida didn´t look as fazed as him. She looked interested, she had been presented by a real challenge. Alexander was instead of focusing on his District partners fully intent of winning the crowd on his side, waving and smiling and using all of his charm on them. He would have nothing to do with Caspian, Alvida or Katarina, he was only in for sponsors in the Games. The crowd loved him, and he was already sure at least someone of them would give him a whirl at the Games. The Peacekeepers started getting pushing, and ordered Alexander, Alvida, Caspian and Katarina into the Justice Building to start getting ready to travel to the Capitol.

District Five (3rd Person)
"And with that, the reaping of the Tributes and show-off of the Rejuvinated for District Five is concluded! Have a good day folks, and happy Hunger Games!"

The overzelious Escort Alice Scythe then turned away from the crowd and walked promptly into the Justice Building, with Crayolaya, Zoey, Day and Detria trailing behind her. Then the doors closed and they were all plunged into darkness. Alice swore and jumped for the light switch. None of the kids had been inside the Justice Building, but none of them could say they were very impressed either. Day even snorted as he saw the grimy, gloomy walls and broken-down furniture for the first time. Neither Crayolaya or Zoey looked impressed either, they were mostly just trying to relax their brains to keep themselves from freaking out. They had been reaped, Zoey could understand because she had taken tesserae for years by now and had buildt up a good load of notes in the reaping bowl. But Crayolaya thougth it was so unfair, he had only had the minimum of notyes yet still he was picked, despite District Five´s rather large population of twenty-one thousand. The Tributes were chatting on, mostly out of nervousity. Detria wasn´t however, she was completely silent and didn´t seem to even be present. She was touching her lips, where Koto had kissed her just before she had been ushered into the building by the Escort. When he saw she had been Rejuvinated, he had ran up the stage and pressed his lips to hers. Detria could still hear his screams from outside. She wasn´t quite sure what it meant, but she was sure that she wanted to see Koto again, her only friend. But to do that she would have to survive the Games, she couldn´t fail like last time. God had given her a second chance, how could she give it up?

Alice Scythe was leading the Tributes and the Rejuvinated throughout the grimy maze of the Justice Building, careful not to touch anything with her newly polished nails. There was nobody here at all, except the Escort and the new offering to the Capitol. After what seemed like at least a good half an hour, Alice suddenly turned a corner and wiffed them all into an empty office. It had certainly seen better days, the work desk was seeping with mold and the furniture which looked like it was once very fancy was attacked by termites. Day, Detria, Crayolaya and Zoey simply stood awkwardly and looked around, not sure what they were supposed to do.

"Now, you´ll wait here until it´s your turn to say goodbye to whoever has come to see you. When it´s your turn, I´ll wave you out of the door, and afterwards you will all be escorted to the train. Good luck!"

She winked at them and then slipped through the door, closing it was a firm snap. The Tributes looked nervously at eachother, put out to a beat for what to say to the others. It was finally Day who tried to strike up conversation.

"Sooo, lookin´ forward for the Games, hm?"

If the situation wasn´t awkward enough already. Now Crayolaya and Zoey were scared to look up from their own shoes. Day would slap himself if he could for saying something that tactless. The only one who did not seem too bothered by it was Detria, who was following a bug on the wall with her eyes, she looked like she either didn´t notice or didn´t care about anything wrong with Day´s words. Day was about to open his mouth again to apologize, but then Alice stuck her head inside the office and ordered him outside to say goodbye. His stomach twinged with dread. There wouldn´t be anything there anyways, he had died decades ago, in the 113th Hunger Games. He felt very sad, thinking about everyone he had ever loved, who were now long dead and gone, taken by Father Time´s greedy hands. What if he hadn´t been reaped all those years ago, and still loved them? He would be dead now as well, but at least he would have been there with them, through good or bad. He remembered at the reaping, how he was amazed at how nothing had changed in District Five for two hundred years. He wondered how his mother and father had taken the loss of his life. Had they cried when they realized that he would never ever come back home? How had his sisters ben doing without him, had they been able to live how they wanted to? But what does it matter anymore? Day sighed and walked to the doors out to the nobody who was gonna say goodbye to him. But then Zoey reached out her hand and placed it on his shoulder. Day is taken aback at this, and turned briefly towards her.

"I know you don´t have anyone anymore, but I just want you to know that I care abut you, even though we´re in the Games and we´re not supposed to."

Day is even more taken aback by her words of kindness. Zoey cares for him and feels sympathy for him even though she has never met him or even heard of him. Then he went through the doors and was greeted by Alice the Escort. She bluntly told him that there wasn´t any reason to delay since nobody was gonna show up to say goodbye anyways. She ushered him out through another door right away, where Peacekeepers escorted him into a car. He plumped in and looked around him, he had never sat in a car before, when he was reaped last time they had a horse cart like in the rest of the District. It was modern, probably constructed for the Capitol by District 6, the Transportation District. The seats were a lot smoother than any old, stinking horse cart. Day supposed he had to wait in the car for his fellow District partners to get done with their goodbyes. He wondered if Detria had anyone she loved who was alive, who would come to hug her and tell everything was ok. Day was ashamed to admit that he had no idea what Games Detria had been Tribute in, or anything about her at all. There was something funny and a bit off about her behavior, Day thougth, something in the way she responded to others and their moves.

Meanwhile, Crayolaya had already finished his final goodbyes with his lover, Trixie. She was crying and screaming for him, while Peacekeepers were forcing her out of the doors of the Justice Building. Crayolaya only looked sadly at her, with tears in his eyes, knowing there is nothing he can do for her. He damned the Capitol´s name for doing this to him, for doing this to Trixie as well. He wanted to destroy them, forever, but his memories of last time he had tried such an act still burned inside him. Literally. But this time it would be different. Crayolaya wasn´t at the complete mercy of the Capitol anymore, in the Games he had the choice to fight or die. Last time, he was to die without any chance, but he still survived miraculously. Even though Crayolaya was a survivor, he could still not save Trixie, he wanted her being dragged away by the Peacekeeper squad. Then Alice the Escort waved him out of the door and out into the blight sunlight. She carefully escorted him into the car, and Crayolaya plumps down on the seat next to Day. The two of them simply sit awkwardly, staring out of the windows and for the most part ignoring eachother, to the point where it seemed like they were alone in the car. The Peacekeeper driver at the wheel was watching them from his left hand mirror.

Just when Crayolaya had sat himself in the car, Alice took out Zoey, which left Detria alone in the Mayors office in the Justice building. She didn´t seem to mind though. Zoey went on reluctantly with Alice, but she tugged the readhead with her through the door anyways. Beyond the doors Zoey met what she already knew was going to get, silence and not a single soul except hers. The Escort looked around awkwardly, avoiding Zoey´s eyes, they were filled with tears. She knew her parents wouldn´t come, even before she had stepped through the doors. Neither Maria nor Anya never seemed to care for her, she was just a hurdle for them, a struggle. Even when she tried her hardest to make them love her, she couldn´t, there were too many other starving mouths to feed with her along. She hated them all for stealing her parents from them, all the children in the institution. They cried in the night for their mommy and daddy, there was never enough food for the kids who were always craving more. They wanted more and more of Maria and Anya´s attention, so Zoey never got any for herself. She wondered where her parents were now, what they were doing. They had not attended the reaping either. If only they had been there for her when she was reaped, maybe she could have the strength to hold back her tears. Zoey stood in the room, all alone except for the Escort, who was trying her hardest to be invisible for her. In that moment, Zoey wished that she could prove her parents wrong, that she did deserve attention, that she was more than just another one of their children. She had trained hard for years now, to prove that she was worth their attention, to prove that she wasn´t weak. She was udderly shocked when she was reaped, but she knows she can make it through this. Then she can leave Maria and Anya behind, wishing they had paid more attention to her, their own child. Alice announched that the time was up and guided Zoey through the building and out into the car, where she joined Day and Crayolaya in sitting mute, without saying anything. She caugth Day´s eyegaze at times through. The driver at the front was starting to get impatient. However, it was only Detria left for her final goodbyes anyways. They would soon be at the station, and then, at the train.

Detria watched the old, wrinkled man in front of her with a confused look on her face. The man was crying big, wet tears. Detria looked awkward and confused at the situation. It wasn´t until the old man moved closer that Detria recognized him, thanks to his eyes.

"Koto? Is that you?"

The old man hiccuped on his tears.

"Yes Detria, it really is me."

Detria suddenly looked distraugt and shifted her gaze away from the crying man. She looked down on her hands and flexed her fingers, as if seeing them for the very first time. She looked up again and tried to keep hersself from crying like Koto.

"It really is you... I never realized how much time has passed since that time..."

She remembers it like it was yesterday. Shouts and nervous laughter all around her. She caugth the glance of Koto from the male´s section of the reaping. He smiled at her. She merely nodded. A person jumped on-stage and announched the reaping of the 399th Annual Hunger Games for officially open. The crowd gives a minuscule fake applause, and the Escort bows to them. Then a boy who Detria can´t remember the face or name of gets called. He starts crying on stage, screaming for his parents. He´s maybe thirteen or fourteen years old. Then Detria´s own name is called. She gets called to the stage, and she of course adblidges. She remembers standing there, with the sniffeling boy next to her, and the crowd saying their silent goodbyes to them. Then the two of them gets ushered into the very same building she is in now. Then, in the same room as she and the old man Koto is in now, the younger Koto came through the door. He is crying like the boy on stage, but Detria keeps her cool. Until Koto kisses her.

The flashback is so strong Detria only realizes she is back to reality when Alice the Escort called her from the door, telling her that the five minutes were up and it was time to go. But she didn´t want to. Detria suddenly reached out and hugged Koto, the old man embraced her and cried into her shoulders, like he was the child. "Don´t worry, this time it´ll be different. I´ll come back for you"

Alice got annoyed with the time they were taking, and two stern Peacekeepers pulled Koto and Detria from eachother. Detria cried out for Koto as he was pushed out of the room and to somewhere unknown. From this point on, Detria was determined. Determined to come back from the Games, free from the Capitol´s clutches. She was gonna make Koto happy, her only friend who had waited all this time for her to come back to him. She was not gonna let him down after all this. The Games had nothing on her.

District Six (3rd Person)
The doors to the Justice building slowly creaked open, it seemed they had not been looked at since very long ago. The newly reaped Tributes, Luna and Star, had tears in their eyes as they went into the building. The old Tributes from previous Hunger Games, the Rejuvinated, were not as fazed as them. They had been through this before. Buck was smiling to himself, while Saadia´s only expression was silent determination. The whimsical stylist, a young man in his late twenties, was wearing a ridiculous fairy costume. He had told them that this was becuse he wanted to show his support to his favorite Tributes this year, Fairy Luck. Apparently this man was Fairy´s biggest fan, and throughout the reaping he had looked very sullen, like some mute riot that he wasn´t picked as her Escort. The unusual crowd made it´s way into the Mayor´s office, a room that was slightly more fancy than the others in the building. The other rooms and hallways stinked like rot and fungus, while this room was practically odor-free. The furniture was very outlandish and fancy for the Tributes, but it was nothing when it came to Capitol standards. The whimsical fairy Escort was laughing to himself at District Six´s mayors poor taste in housing. The Tributes, exspecially Star and Luna, were looking around the room with awe in their eyes. Even though Saadia and Buck had been here before, it was still a very long time ago for them.

Saadia had been Rejuvinated from the 66th Hunger Games, almost three hundred years ago from now. She had been a mayor underdog, but was still somehow one of the Capitol´s favorites. For the most part, it was because they felt very bad for her. Saadia´s distant father, in his fit of grief, had believed Saadia was the reason his wife left him without as much as an explaination. He hated Saadia, and in the end, decided to kill his own daugther. But she fought back, and instead of her dying, she killed her father. She was then, after being pleaded innocent by the Peacekeepers since she was acting in self-defence, moved to an orphanage. There she lived, until she was tragically reaped when she was only twelve years old. At her reaping, she had played this card very well, and started crying about her father and mother, causing her to get a lot of sponsors even then. She milked this for all it was worth in the interview as well, and when the Games finally started she had so much help with sponsors she didn´t even need to attend the Bloodbath or any Feasts. However, she was finally murdered, after having all her supplies taken away by a pack of mutt wolves. Her killer was a day later crowed Victor of the Games. Saadia´s preformance in her Games were nothing incredible when compared to other Tributes from other Districts, like Career districts, or District Seven, who often had very impressive Tributes, but Saadia stuck out since she did well to come from District Six. District Six didn´t usually have very high-ranking Tributes, so she stuck out in that regard.

Buck, however, was not just Rejuvinated because he had done well despite being a District Six Tribute. He had been a fearsome threath in his original games, and some even valued him to be one of the biggest contenders. He had participated in the 350th Hunger Games, the 14th Quarter Quell, where the Tributes did not get training scores or odds of winning. There was also no Bloodbath, instead they had to fight eachother in small one-on-one arenas until only six remained. These six were then to fight to the death in one last gladiator match. Buck became one of the final six as well, but at the final gladiator match, where everyone thougth he´d dominate, went horribly wrong for him. He was outnumbered and outsmarted by the Tribute pair from District Fourteen, and effectively killed before he could as much as scratch them. The pair from Fourteen were the last two remaining afterwards, and the boy ended up winning the Games overall. His death was very dissapointing in the Capitol´s eyes, as he was ranked 4th as best Tribute overall in the rankings, while the District Fourteen Tributes were only at 15th and 13th. Even Buck himself was dissapointed by his performance, now that he was back however, he was determined things would go differently this time. This time he wouldn´t let himself get outsmarted, and he had already, from the moment he had woken up in the Capitol´s labs, began plotting his victory plan for the Games. Sponsors were already valuing him as a hot pick for the Games to come, and he had gotten a lot of cover in the gossip-and games magazines. Buck knew this publicity was only positive, as the more sponsors he could salvage the better his odds would be.

"Now you! Girl with the red hair! You´ll get five minutes to say goodbye to your family, come with me."

The surrealistic Escort in the fairy costume lurched forward and grabbed Luna at the shoulders, and then whiskered her away. Star tried to reach out to her and hold her hand, but the Escort brushed him aside and pushed the crying and trashing Luna through a sidedoor. Luna already knew, just like Zoey, that there would be nobody on the other side of the door. Her parents had disowned them and kicked them out of the house a long time ago now, after the incident. Luna still couldn´t understand how it had happened, in one moment her and Star´s plan was going perfect, like in a movie scene. But in the next, their plan failed horribly, and Opalia was lying dead at the bottom of the stairs, her head smashed like a rotten tomato, blood everywhere. She remembers it very vaguely, maybe because her brain has tried to forget it out of shame and bitterness. As Luna looks around in the simple room she is in, she wonders whether Opalia would be here, saying goodbye to her, if things were different. Even though she was strict, Luna knew Opalia really cared for her and Star, and would do anything to protect them. The fluttering Escort behind her was looking around impatiently, like he was waiting for someone to appear. Maybe he thougth that Luna´s family only was a little late, but as the minutes dragged on, he understood that nobody would ever come. Luna was sobbing on the floor, as she tried to apologize to her parents under her breath. After the five minutes were up, the Escort grabbed Luna by the arm and half-way gestured, half-way pulled her out of the room and out in District Six´ streets. A car was waiting by the steps of the door. Luna dragged herself down them and fell into the back seat of the car. Not even a minute later, she had cried herself to sleep.

The Escort then re-entered the room, where Star, Saadia and Buck were in, they were all a good distance from eachother, tyring their best to ignore the rest. The fluttering Escort made a grab for Buck, but he quickly punched him in the face before he had even opened his mouth.

"I know where I´m supposed to go, you think I´m stupid? Dumb old cunt."

Buck then proceeded to kick away the Escort´s unconsious body and slant into the room, where he found a middle-aged woman sitting in silence at the table. The woman was Buck´s mother, but she was not saying a word to him at all, or achknowleding that her son had walked into the room, after being dead for 25 years. Buck simply stares at her. Finally she raises her head and locks her cold, grey eyes onto him, with a frown on her face.

"So, you´re back."

Buck simply nodded to her in response, before she continued.

"Don´t think even for a second I have forgiven you, for what you did to Joshua. You got what you deserved."

Buck grinned at her words and suddenly lunched out at the woman at the table, who didn´t seen fazed at all.

"Then why did you come here, you mouldy fraud?"

Buck´s mother didn´t say a word to response, only stared down her son with her cold, dead eyes. Inside her mind was years and years of dissaproval and hate, boiling inside her, ripping her to pieces every day of her life after that day. She remembered the neighbours talking, that was the worst part of it. Her Joshua was her favorite, he was always so kind to her and helped her whenether he could. Ever since her lover had left her and their two kids, Buck and Joshua, she had started to smoke heavily. It helped, really, to forget the pain after that bastard took the love she had given him and threw it back into her face. Buck always sided with his father, that she had been horrible to her lover. Maybe Buck was right, but she would never admit it, exspecially not to herself. So one day, Joshua comes home, in the arms of some of his friends who found him, beated up on the streets. They told her it was Buck´s doing, that the two brothers had had a fight. Joshua´s head injury had been so severe, he never became the same as he had been ever again. After that it was her who had to care for him, not the other way around. He became a vegetable, to put it short, someone who would never really understand anything. It was that day she disowned Buck, and put him in a foster home, she couldn´t bear the sight of him ever again. But now he was here again. She gulped down before answering Buck, whose face was only a few inches away from her face.

"I´m not here because of you, but because of Joshua."

All of a sudden, Buck´s confident facade dropped, and his look of surprised shined through. Why would his mother ever want to come see him off, for Josh´s sake?

"The other day, it was one of those rare moments when Joshua seemed like himself again. He was smiling, not just sleeping like he usually does. And then he suddenly started talking to me. About you. How he missed you Buck, how he loved you. He asked me where you were. I couldn´t even stand the thougth of telling him the truth, that you were dead... And now, that you are back, I want to say goodbye to you from Joshua."

And that exact moment, when Buck feels like breaking, is when the freakish Escort jumps into the room and drags Buck with him out. Just as the door closes, Buck catches the eye of his mother. They are filled with tears, and so are Buck´s. The Escort doesn´t seem to notice, and simply orders him into the car, where he sits next to the sleeping figure of Luna, whose face is pressed against the cold window. Buck stars to wipe off his tears, as he doesn´t want the cameras at the train station or his District partners to see them.

Meanwhile, Star was sitting alone in the room, where his loved ones were supposed to come to say goodbye to him. But Star isn´t stupid, he knows that Luna is the only one who loves him now, and that nobody could ever forgive them for what they did to Opalia. Exspecially not their parents. But he had hoped that at least some of the people they know on the streets would come, that someone in District Six at least cared for them that much. But that was only wishful thinking, and after only three minutes, Star couldn´t take sitting in silencing and waiting for someone who would never come. He asked the Escort to take him to the car, he said it would just be a waste of time to sit around here. Star tried to hold back tears, as gruesome flashes and images of what could happen to him and Luna in the Games soared through his mind. The Escort agreed and pulled him with him out through the door to the streets. Star smiled when he noticed Luna, sleeping against the window. There was a slight awkward moment when Star locked eyes with Buck, and he saw he was crying. That wasn´t expected, Buck was probably the last person Star thougth he would ever see cry. Buck slid a bit to the left, so Star could sit besides Luna. Star sat down on the soft cousion seats and leaded back, trying to forget everything about this day.

After a very brief moment, Saadia also entered the car and sat down next to Buck, not looking at anyone of them. She was focusing on a patch of air outside of the car, and ignoring them completely. Saadia didn´t want anyone to ever know who she had just met in that room. Someone she thougth she´d never see again.

Train Rides
(Written in PoV perspective. Two Rejuvinated males PoV, two Rejuvinated females PoV, two Reaped males PoV and two Reaped females PoV.)

District Seven (Viggo Flame´s PoV)
The train doors silently closes behind me, and the train instantly begins to move. I almost lose my balance, but I hold onto the door handle. My District partners have already boarded the train before me, so I´m guessing our Mentors are waiting for me now. I wave my hand in front of a peculiar steel door, like the Escort told me to do, and it slides open. I walk through it, and instantly get teleported into luxury like I have never seen before. When I was reaped for my original Games, the train didn´t look near as amazing as this one. Technology has really come a far way while I was dead. Futuristic chairs and tables with blue lights at the brims of them. The room is heavily lit with neon blue lights from lines in the walls and the ceiling. The room is very wide and sretches very far. My District partners, Mia, Max and Pandora are all sitting at an ornamate round table in the center of the room, with two women who I can only assume are my Mentors-to-be. I realize that the reason why there are two women and not a man, as they usually have one Mentor for the boys and one for the girls, is because there is no male Victors alive. The thougth makes me shudder. I´ll just have to hope that I can break that link. One of the Mentors, a middle-aged dark-skinned woman waves me over at the table, and I quickly walk up to it and sit down on one of the free chairs. Even though the chairs look awesome, they are hard to get comfortable in. The middle-aged woman nods at me, before her collegue speaks up.

"Alright boys and girls, you know why you are here. You are to fight to the death on TV for the amusement of some rich snotbags in the Capitol, there is no nice ways to put it. My name is Maiken, I am the Victor of the 471st Hunger Games of Panem, and I will be your Mentor."

Maiken takes a short break, before she gestures towards the middle-aged woman in the seat next to her, the other Mentor.

"This is my fellow District Seven Mentor, Thistel. She won the 442nd Hunger Games, back when she was only twelve years old."

Thistel doesn´t smile at all, it seems. I google her, I can´t even imagine her winning the Games when she was only twelve years old. Neither can my District partners it seemed, they all look at Thistel in surprise. Mia even whispers hastily to Max as they look at her in disbelief. Maiken looks pretty fit and strong, but Thistel doesn´t look anything out of the orginary. The only one at the table not eyeing Thistel as their new God is Maiken and Pandora. Pandora doesn´t seem fazed at all, it doesn´t look like she´s even paying any attention, like this tiny meeting is under her notice and it´s doesn´t matter. Her arrogance annoys me, she acts as me, Mia and Max are under her notice. I just hope that arrogance will get her kill sometime in the Games, because she doesn´t seem like one I would wanna mess with. Thistel brings me out of my thougth again when she takes the word.

"Mia and Max, you have both been Reaped this year, while Pandora and Viggo have already been in the Games at one point. I will take you freshly Reaped ones under my wing, while Maiken will take care of the veterans, alright?"

Both Mia and Max looks delighted that they get Thistel to Mentor them spesifically, and I feel envy inside of me. Why do they get the badass? Maiken looks cool and all, and I´m sure she won her Games fairly, but I want to learn more about Thistel. How could a mere twelve year old could win the Hunger Games, yet seem like a bloodthirsty, kill-crazy psycho? Anyways, Thistel speaks up again. Mia and Max eye her desperately and drinks in each and every one of her words with fire in their eyes.

"Mia, Max, would you both please come with me? We´ll chat privately in the lounge, and talk a bit on strategies for you two. Maiken will be here with Pandora and Viggo."

When Thistel rises form the table, so does Mia and Max instantaniously. It´s like they´re little toy soldier, the way they obey Thistel´s every word. Kind of cute, even.

"Yes! Of course!"

Max says, then the three of them, with Thistel in the front and Mia and Max trailing behind, marches out of the room, through a door I persume leads to the lounge. There was no lounge when I was Reaped, all that time ago. Maiken coughs to get me and Pandora´s attention, but I´m the only one who turns to her, Pandora is still not looking out way, just out of the window in a dramatic demeanour.

"Alright you two, we´ll be discussing strategies for now. But before we do that, we´ll look through the other Districts´ Reapings and you tell me which Tributes stick out from the rest to you. It might seem weird, but trust me, this is not as useless as it seems. The biggest threaths and contenders in the Games are usually unveiled at the Reapings."

Maiken then flicks a streamlined remote control at one of the walls, and a flatscreen television pops out of it. I´m amazed at how far techonology has come, even thougth it seems like only yesterday I got Reaped, and the train ran primarily on steam power. The screen goes black, before a shining seal appears on-screen. It´s the seal of the Capitol. How Pandora seems interested, even though I´m not even sure she knows whats going on. The seal dissapears and we get a good wiew from the camera men´s point of view of the Reaping ceremony in the Capitol. There is a female commentator who is very good at her job, she highlights the most important parts and make some quirky one-liners here and there. The Reaping begins when the President herself, Ariadna Blackwater, officially opens the 475th Hunger Games and announches the Reaping to start. First a girl with rainbow-dyed hair and sharp eyes get called out, and naturally nobody volunteers. Just like in outlying Districts most people in the Capitol value voluneering as suicide. Next up is a pale guy, maybe about my age, who gets Reaped. They show both of their faces, and flash their names under. The cameras make sure to get some good shots of their family crying in agony in the crowd, screaming for their children. I feel like vomiting. Then, after some dilly-dallying on the President´s balcony, they reveal the Rejuvinated. Nothing too special, a young, frail-looking boy and a pretty girl with shock-pink hair. The Reaping is concluded, and the seal reappears before it is gone again, this time replaced with a new seal, District One´s seal.

The Reaping continue like this at a steady pace, but I quickly grow bored of the procedure. I try to follow suit however, Pandora only watched half the Capitol Reaping and then stopped trying, it seems. She is busy with slicing up her arms with a knife she found. Maiken doesn´t seem to notice, I do, but I don´t really care if that bitch wants to hurt her chances even more by injuring herself. As I watch the reaing in a half-dozy, I have to agree with Maiken, some Tributes stand out to me, and if I should take my Mentors advice, those are the ones I should watch out.

A very pretty girl from District One naturally volunteers, she seems like the stereotypical Career slut to me. But the guy from her District is much more intriguing. He doesn´t engage in a brawl like the other Career teens his age for who is going to volunteer. He just calmly walks up on stage and takes his place. The Escort even accepts that as a volunteer. The guy seems more machiene than man, in his demeanour.

There´s a sibling pair from District Three who both volunteer, even though they´re painfully young. There´s also some kind of air of gloom around them, I can´t really explain it with words. They both look imcredibly weak and sick, I don´t get why they would volunteer.

The infamous serial killer Kronos Blade, who was believed to have tortured over thirty people in his own basement was Rejuvinated for District Three. His gruesome smile makes me shiver. I remember having nightmares of that guy when I was a kid, I would dream that he would track me down in my foster home and kidnap me.

There´s a redhead girl from District Four who acually punches the Escort off the stage and runs the Reaping herself, she proclaims herself as the female Tribute instead of volunteering. I´m impressed by this girls moxy, she is easily the Career who has stood out the most to me.

Just like in District Three, the District Six Reaped Tributes are siblings. But they didn´t volunteer like the ones from Three. If it wasn´t for the fact that they are siblings and that´s kinda tragic, I would never have noticed them in the flow of Reapings.

I watch my own Reaping, or rather, when Mia and Max get Reaped. They both cry and snivel, and they don´t stick out to me at all, so I don´t think any other Tributes will ever notice them. Then I watch as me and Pandora get revealed to the crowd. They show open disgust about me, they know all about my pyromanic tendencies and they think that I should have been hanged years ago. I don´t really care too much about District Seven, I´ve never had too strong of a connection to it or its people. I try to imagine myself as another Tributes watch my Reaping, and try to think how they would value me as. Would they not even notice me or remember me, or would I stick out in their minds as someone to remember? I don´t know.

The rest of the Reaping are nothing but a blur, and the only ones that latch onto my mind are a fierce-looking female from District Eight, a Rejuvinated, and sturdy-looking blonde girl from District Fourteen who volunteers. I recognize her last name, Steeltoe. It was the last name of a Tribute in the Games two years ago, Brock Steeltoe. He died on the fourth day, if I remember correctly. I´m guessing the girl is Brock´s brother.

After the District Fourteen Reaping has concluded, so has our video. The seal of Panem covers the screen as the last fanfare of the anthem rings out, before it goes black. Maiken clicks on the remote control again and the tv screen sinks into the wall, it is impossible to see that it was even there. Then she looks back at me and Pandora. I look back at her, while Pandora has already left the room a long time ago. Maiken sighs and sits down next to me.

"I know of the kind she is, I was very much like her when I was in your places. Hopefully she´ll start accepting my help soon, or I fear she won´t last too long out there. Now, why don´t you tell me about some of the Tributes you made notice of."

I nod and start to tell her about everything I could remember.

"Well, there´s the District Three pair, the young siblings. And the girl from one of the Career Districts, the one with the blonde hair. Kronos the serial killer from Three. The redhead Four girl. Another sibling pair, this time the Six ones. And the girls from Districts Eight and Fourteen."

As I say this, I suddenly remember the boy from District Two as well. He seemed like a classic Career in looks, but he was Reaped, but volunteered, and that´s unusua enough for me to remember him.

"Oh, and the guy from Two who was Reaped."

Maiken looks straight into my eyes, and then nods approvingly. Just then, the door into the lounge opens and Mia, Max and Thistel walks back into our room. Max and Mia both look extremely excited, while Thistel is just like normal, non-smiling, but still an aura of protection around her. I wonder who Mia and Max noticed exspecially in the Reapings, I wonder if they picked me out as a potensial threath? I bet they also noticed Kronos form Three just like me, he is probably the most famous Tribute to ever have been in the Games. I didn´t stop having nightmares about the guy until a few years back now. Mia sits down next to me, while Max sits down at the other side of the table. Pandora has still not returned, I can only assume she is in her room right now. Thistel and Maiken then looks sternly at the three of us, before Maiken surprisingly smiles at us. I really hope that´s a good sign.

"Now you´re free to do anything you´d like on the train. There´s buffés basicly everywhere you turn, there is a balcony on the second floor and the lounge is just up ahead, as Mia and Max already knows. Your rooms are in the hallway at the other end of the entrance to the train. If you want any kind of additional advice from us, just seek us out and ask us anything, we´re here to help you. Now, dismissed!"

District Eight (Ahri Transia´s PoV)
"Welcome to the District Eight train to the Capitol. Tributes, please do enjoy your trip onboard. Estimated travel time will be 20 hours. We will arrive in the Capitol tomorrow at 9 o´clock. Your rooms are down the left hallway, while the lounge and dining room is on your right. Have a good trip with District Six Transportation A/S!"

The announcher cuts off just as the doors leading to the platform slides shut behind us. One of my newly Reaped District Partners, Alissa, flinches and lets outs a small scream. I faceplam, while my other Reaped District Partner, Xavier tries to calm her down. I look around at this disorted gang of Tributes. Alissa isn´t a crybaby, I was surprised even to see that she didn´t cry a single tear at the Reaping. However, she seems to be a bit of a loose cannon, at least in the emotional department. She´s a bit too sentimental for my taste, she even tried to make friends with me after the Reaping. I just slapped her, that shut her up good. Xavier is very caring, and kind. Someone to easily manipulate for my own gain, I think. However, I don´t think he´ll be as easy to trick as he looks. That glint in his eyes... that´s the spark of someone who hasn´t given up to the Games just yet. Finally, there´s Banette. Creepy dude, he doesn´t say much at all. I don´t think he´ll be too dangerous in the Games, he might maybe make it out of the Bloodbath just because he looks like a weak target and most Tributes, including me, will go for the biggest contenders first. But other than that, he doesn´t seem to have much going for him. He´ll die on his own, if I don´t get to him first.

We stand around in the hallway awkwardly for a while, before a soft voice calls out from behind another one of those slide-doors. Judging by the announchement, that door leads to the lounge and dining area.

"Come here, Tributes. I would want to talk to you all."

Xavier is the first one to do as he´s told to. He walks up to the slide-door and starts by trying to find a doorhandle or lock on it, but to no avail. The he starts to try to force it open with his bare hands. grunting as he does so. I can´t help but laugh at this little comedy show. I can hear soft laugther from through the door as well, I guess our Mentor is having a laugh as well. Just as Xavier tries to force the door open one last time, the door slides open with ease and he trips and falls in his confusion. I step over him, careful to hit his face with my heels, and I prance into the room, Alissa and Banette trailing behind me. This room hasn´t changed much since my last visit here, it is still very glamourous, yet still has the futuristic style that is signature to the Capitol. There´s cakes and snacks on every surface except the floor, a large, beautifully carved dining table in the middle of the room and huge windows showing us an excellent view of the wilderness outside. I wonder how many District we have passed since the train left the platform. Just then, I spot something that almost looks like a city passing the train, and a large gate that reads "District 7". There are trees everywhere, and in the distance I see a large tree slowly falling down, and then a large crash. The lumberjack District, huh? I wonder how those guys will do in the Games. I can´t really remember any of the Tributes for Seven though, so I guess they won´t really matter.

"Um guys?"

I turn around in annoyance and see it´s Banette speaking in a low, monotone voice. This surprises me, I´ve never heard him speak before. I thougth he might be mute or something. Xavier, who had been staring down in his own lap, looks up. His smile looks very strained.

"Yeah Banette? What´s up?"

"Where is the guy who told us to come here? You know, in the hallway?"

An awkward silence follows. I realize there is nobody else in the room with us, yet I can remember for sure a voice calling us to come here. What is going on? Just as I´m about to shout at the mystery person to come forward, he does. The slide door opens and in the doorway there´s a thin, silken-haried man. Alissa, who was closest to the door, screams and jumps back towards me like she has been electrocuted. The man is wearing a patchy tux that had seen better days and a silly tophat. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closet and a cheshire grin on his face. I swear to God, if this is District Eight´s lame excuse for a Mentor, I´m gonna wring his neck right around his head!

"Who-who are you?"

Alissa asks while shaking. The man doesn´t answer, he just keeps smiling like a mad person. I just stare down him. My guess is that he´s either our Mentor or an uninvited guest on the train. Then the man kicks off against the wall and comes towards us with sharp steps. Alissa and Xavier back off further away from the man. I don´t, I stand and wait for him to come closer, until he is only about a meter away from me. Banette hasn´t backed off either. I decide to confront this oddball.

"You still haven´t answered Alissa´s question, Cheshire Cat. Who the fuck are you?"

The Cheshire Cat smiles even more broadly and then opens his eyes. There are none, only white eyeballs and no pupils. I hear Alissa scream behind me, I barely resist the temptation to turn and punch her in the face. I´m disgusted as well, but I won´t fucking scream. Xavier runs out of the door, into a the hallways. Banette is the only one who doesn´t seem fazed by the man´s bizarre "look", if you could call it that'''. '''Before anyone of us can say anthing, he finally answers the fucking question.

"I am Sylvester Velvet, your Mentor for these Games. I am sad to inform that my fellow collegue Hilda passed away a few months ago, so you´ll all have to do with me. I am the Victor of the 463rd Hunger Games. And if I hear one word about my appearance I will personally make sure that person is gutted and fed to the carps of my mansion pond. Got it?"

I snort as a response. No way this freak is gonna boss me around. I think I´ll have to get down and dirty with him to have him on my good side though, if I play this right I´ll get all the sponsor gifts in the Games! Xavier, Alissa and Banette will just have to starve out then, hah! I silkily make my way up to him, and make sure to pout my mouth and bat my eyes. Nobody can resist this one. I pull up my already short skirt a bit, so he can get a small sneak-peek. He looks befuddled at me with his white eyes, I can see sweat starting to build up on his forehead. Perfect. When I´ve come close enough, I lean in towards him and whisper in his ears sensually.

"Why don´t we skip the bullshit? Both of us know that you want to fuck me dry, so why don´t you just come and get it? I think we´ll say my room, don´t you agree, mr. Velvet?"

I then lead him away to the confused and disgusted looks of my District partners, while both me and Sylvester chuckling.

Shit. I look at the clock on the wall of my room. How long did I even sleep? It´s almost nine o´clock, the time when they said we´d be arriving in the Capitol. I look to my left and see Sylvester still sleeping soundly in my bed. I smile to myself, if I won´t be showered in sponsors in the Games then I´m gonna eat my hands. The sex with Sylvester was probably the worst I´ve ever had in my life, and I´ve had plenty of bad times in my days. He screwed me raw three times last night. I lick my lips and taste semen on them, I hastily brush it away with my hand.

I have to get ready, and fast, the train will reach the platform in a matter of minutes. Milking my Mentor is not garenteeing sponsors, this was only to assure I would be the only Tribute from District Eight to get gifts. I have to impress the audience itself with my... talents. If I dress sluttily enough, I bet even the poorest guy in the Big C will at least gift me a fucking tampon in the damned Games. I get up from the bed and open up the clothes cabinet, it´s the size of a door, at least on the outside. On the inside it looks like it´s even bigger than my whole room. I walk inside, and take some time to awe and wonder at all the different clothes and accessories. Hey, a girl´s got to have her girl time sometime, right? I start to pick out the most alluring outfit I can find, and soon I am left with a mini-mini skirt, black stockings with laces, blood-red high heels, a tigth, sexy v-top that shows as much cleavage as possible and some matching black gloves. It´s not perfect, but it´ll do in a pinch. Let´s see those horny Capitol guys resist this!

"Atttetion all passengers, we are now approaching the platform in the Capitol. Please make your way to the entrance hallway. I hope you all have had a pleasant travel with District Six transporation!"

When I get to where we boarded the train a day or so ago, I feel my District Partner´s disapproving looks at me. I just giggle softly and smile at them, but it turns into more of a leer than anything. Oh, let´s see you guys with your morals, they won´t get you far when I´ve stolen every sponsor in the Capitol from you! Sylvester jogs up to us, out of breath. He looks like a complete mess after last night. He notices me and he starts to gasp for air even more, I give him a little knowing giggle and wink at him. I can feel his heat from over here. He approaches me, and just as he´s about to reach out to grab my ass, the doors slide open. I shove him away and jump swiftly out of the train and straight onto the red carpet, literally. There are cameras everywhere, I feel the blitz burn into my eyes. But I keep myself smiling and waving at them, I know this is my moment to shine. In case my Chariot will be udder shit, I have to make a good impression here and now. Alissa, Banette and Xavier are following me hesitantly, I can see they are inexperienced in the spotlight. I laugh, smile and show off my curves to all of the crowd. I make sure to get a good look on the men around me, and I`m pleasant to see they look hungrier than a pack of starved wolves. I know I must be completely stealing the spotlight away from my District partners, but I don´t care, it´s their fucking problem they didn´t think ahead anyways. This is my moment.

After a long and tiresome walk down the carpet for all the cameras and eyes to soak me up, we get escorted into another car, just a lot more luxurious than the one in Eight. It´s completely white, very long so it takes up a whole street at once. I am giddy with excitement as I watch the Training Center building from a distance as we close in on it. This is going to be interesting.

District Nine (Laurel Cinders´ PoV)
I blink as my eyes adjust to the sudden light in my room. It´s painfully bright, all this high-tech lighting from the Capitol, I can´t stand it. Slowly my eyes adjust to my nightlamp and I get up from the very comfortable bed. I know I shouldn´t really do this, I´m gonna need some sleep for tomorrow when we´re gonna arrive in the Capitol. But one of the Mentors told me that there would be some videos of previous Games in the lounge for anyone to watch at their pleasure. I didn´t think of it much back then, but when I woke up just now I realized. All the recordings of the Rejuvinated Tributes, maybe my biggest threaths in the Games, will be in those videos. To know both the strengths and weaknesses for all of the All-Star Tributes is valuable information that could help me a lot when I´m in the Arena. So I´ve decided to sneak into the lounge now, because I don´t think I will have time to do it tomorrow morning, not if I´m gonna look through all of the Rejuvinated Tributes´ Games. But I´m not too sure whether it´s allowed to walk about the train at night, and in case it isn´t, I´m gonna make sure nobody will ever know I was up.

I drag on a basic white nightgown and some fuzzy slippers, then I open the slide-door out of my room and sneak out of it. I look both ways to make sure nobody´s around. I´m the only one in here, and I can hear the soft snores of the others in their rooms. Perfect. I walk on tip-toes to the end of the hallway and through the entrance part of the train. I then mke my way through the dining area and open the door to the lounge. Just like the last time I was here a few hours ago, there is a large red carpet over the floor, a cushion-like couch that´s circeling a table, a brilliant view of the widlerness as we zoom past it, and of course, a large flat-screen television embedded into the front windows. I sit down on the couch and start to flick through all the recording of the Games with my remote controller. These videos are dated all the way back to the first ever Hunger Games, over four hundred years ago. Each of the videos have a tag that shows the estimated run time of each of them. They are all over three hundred hours long, since these are the complete Games after all, and I can´f find a kind of run-down they have at the Victor´s interview every year. I look down on the notebook I brougth, here I have scribbled down all of the Games I want to check out. When me, Brandon, Savannah and Milo were watching the recap of the Reapings, I was careful to jot down all of the Rejuvinated´s original Games, so I know what to look for. I doubth I will have time to watch all of these Games, so I´ll have to choose what Tributes I want to find out more about.

I decide to start with Helena Krisp from District Ten. She was one of the few Tributes that caugth my eye when I watched the Reapings recap. Not only because her flaming red hair and that she seemed to only wear red. No, she seemed to draw a lot of respect from the crowds in Ten. I decided to see why. As the video is loading up, I see that Helena´s original Games were the 726nd Hunger Games, that´s about fifty years ago. When the video is completely loaded and buffered, Panem´s seal appears as well as the title of the video, "The 726th Annual Hunger Games of Panem". The first thing to be shown is the Reapings, but I mainly just skip all of them except Helena´s. The Reaping seemed at first to go normally, until the Escort called out the name "Helena Krisp!". At that, everyone fell silent, even the announchers seem at a loss of words. Then they start to blabber about how Helena died in an explosion just a day ago. The Escort is just about to call a different name when Helena stumbles up on the stage, scratched, bruised and dirty. The rest of the Reaping proceeds in total silence.

Next is the interviews, training scores and chariots. In the chariot department, Helena and her District Partner doesn´t do too hot. They both get put in ridiculous cowboy outfits to symbolize District Ten´s main industry, but it looks hideous. I flip through the rest of the chariots after they start to bore me. Next is the training scores to be displayed, and after skipping to Helena´s score I am surprised to find out she scored a 9. That´s impressive, since she is after all not from a Career District. In her interview she uses this to her advantage. As always she is dressed in full red, a blood-red ball gown and a pretty hairpiece shaped like a teardrop. Throughout the entire interview she boasts about her score and saying it is just the tip of her iceberg, that she could have done better if she had really tried. Finally, the part I´m really curious on, the Games themselves.

As the bloodbath starts, Helena remarks herself out of the ordinary at once. She has joined the Careers´ alliance, and makes no fewer than three kills in the Bloodbath. However, throughout Day Two and Three, all of her allies die off, either by the massive flood summoned by the Gamemakers on Day Two and other Tributes focusing the Careers heavily. Day Four, Five and Six are all very quiet, with only one death throughout all three. Then, everything goes haywire on Day Seven, when there´s a Feast, where special pendants are placed at the Cornucopia. What makes the Feast special is that if Tributes don´t get their pendants and put them on by sundown, they´re instantly electrocuted. Helena is able to steal half of the other Tributes´ pendants, while securing her own. Six out of twelve Tributes die of electrocution, while another two die at the boy from District Nine and Helena´s hands, which means there´s only four Tributes left. They are Helena, the boys from Nine and Seven, and the girl from District Three. At Day Eight, the girl from Three is the first to drop out of the final four, as she gets ambushed and stabbed by Helena while running away from the Nine boy. Next is the Seven male, who dies when another Gamemaker trap, this time acid rain, melts him in a matter of minutes while Helena and Nine had the wits to hide in water. Then there´s the finale, Helena versus the Nine boy. They dual in the treetops of the Arena, jumping back and forth, slashing at eachother. For a while, it seems Helena has the upper hand, she even manages to slice off her opponents left foot in the battle. But then he does a desperate but smart move, he throws his only sword at the branch Helena is standing on. It cuts straight through, and Helena falls to her death. The Nine kid is crowned Victor. I turn off, since I don´t have any interest in watching his Victor´s interview anyways. Then I turn on the 310th Games, Fairy Luck from the Capitol´s Games.

I continue to tick off Rejuvinated Tributes off my list as I finish watching their Games. It is a long and tiresome process, and watching all the kids and teens being murdered over and over again isn´t really pleasant. The death of Zaphire Beux from One even makes me vomit, watching him impale himself with a rusty sword makes me squirm, I´m not sure if I´m even gonna forget it. By the time I notice now late it is, I´ve ticked off Kronos Blade from District Three, Katarina Seacrest from Four, Viggo Flame from Seven and countless others. I see on the clocks on the walls around me it´s already almost morning. Outside I can see the first grey sunlight stratching over the horizon, chasing away the darkness all around.

Just then, I hear the light thud of naked feet walking across the floor and I quickly turn around in surprise. I let out a puff air of relief when I see it´s only Savannah. The little girl at first looks scared of me, but I quickly apologize for scaring her.

"Sorry about that, it just that I wasn´t expecting company at this hour."

"No, it´s ok. I couldn´t pretend to sleep anymore so I thougth I might as well get up."

I smile at her. She is a kind girl, I feel very remorseful for her ever being in the Games before, and now has to go through it once again. I just wonder what made her so special to the Capitol and the Gamemakers, since there has been a plentiful bunch of District Nine Tributes that have done good, some even winning, however that´s long ago. Yet she gets Rejuvinated instead, a weak-looking twelve year old who is as cute as a button, but I can´t imagine her being any impressive. I think Savannah´s Games were pretty ancient, somewhere around the 60th Games ever, about four hundred years ago now. It´s creepy having someone who allegedly died four decades right in front of you, as if nothing ever happened and time was just a myth.

"Can I sit with you? I see you´re watching old Games. I know they´re morbid, but I guess they can help us, so we know something about the other Rejuvinated?"

I´m caugth off by her sharp intuition, but I don´t let it show. Instead I just pat the part of the sofa next to me and gesture her over. She smiles broadly, a heart-melting smile, and sits down next to me. Then we continue to watch Games after Games, and she hides her face in my shoulder when things get scary or gory. Then, in the middle of Shermaine Wilson from District Two´s Games, I notice that Savannah has fallen asleep on the couch. I kiss her on the forehead and pull a very soft blanket over her, so she can rest comfortably. I frown at the screen in frustration, there is something wrong with it, the video has frozen completely at the very end, when she is dying on the ground. Some other Tributes are shown contructing something in the background while she is slowly bleeding out, but the footage has completely frozen, but then the sound is gone too. I feel a bit creeped out now, so I turn off Shermaine´s Games. The sound works for a few more seconds. Just enough for me to hear a whiss, a loud explosions and screams of pain. The clock shows it´s nearly five in the morning. Our Mentors told us that the train would arrive in the Capitol around nine o´clock. I know I should get some rest as well, but there is something else bothering me. Savannah´s Games. The puzzle of how she could ever be chosed by the Gamemakers and Hunger Games- fans intrigues me, and knowing myself, I won´t rest until I have an answer. Savannah´s Games were the 67th Hunger Games. I find it on the screen and then turn it on. I hesitate for a bit, maybe she doesn´t want me to watch her Games, maybe it´s too personal for her. What if I see something I don´t want to see? I brush the thougth away and start the video.

Her Games start just like all the others I´ve watched. First the Reapings, where Savannah obviously gets reaped to be the female representative for District Nine. She is crying, and the announchers go on and on about how this will decrease her odds, and they even make jokes about her being as good as dead already. They make me so angry, I want to throw something at the screen. I control it though, and continue to watch. A lot of the stuff is very uninteresting. I even skip all of the Chariots, since I don´t think they really show too much about the Games anyways. Finally, I skip to the part where the training scores are revealed. Most of the other Tributes, except the Careers, get an average five to six, or maybe even seven, as usual. But when Timothy Beckens, the main announcher and interviewer, reads off Savannah´s score, his eyebrows dissapear up his hat as he udders the simple word. Twelve. Savannah scored a twelve, and the announcher even has to take a break. Me too, I pause the video and look at Savannah in amazement. How the hell did she get a twelve, the highest possible score, a score that´s so rarely seen in Games it´s called nearly impossible? Suspencefully, I continue the video to find out what in the world Savannah did to earn herself a twelve.

However, at the Bloodbath, I instantly understand something is wrong with the video. The footage is distorted and it´s hard to see what´s going on. I can barely see the outline of the twentyfour Tributes, standing in the classic circle around the blurry grey mass that is the Cornucopia. The sound is off too, the announcher´s voice is slower and has a weird buzzing sound in the background. Just as the timer goes down to zero and the gong that signalizes the Games to start rings, the screen flickers off and goes black. Muffled screams and explosions can be heard in the background, then the seal of Panem appears. What the hell was that!? Did the Games just end, or is it the footage that has been destroyed somehow? I try multible times to restart the video, but with the same results. I scream as a hand shakes at my left arm, and I get relieved to see it´s only Savannah who has woken up. Then she looks me dead in the eye, with a scary look in her eyes, and a knowing smile on her lips.

"We don´t talk about the 67th Hunger Games."

District Ten (Kwartz Diodin´s PoV)
The train doors open, and a fresh breeze flows past my face. I smile, the air inside the train is so compressed and forced- at least, that´s how I feel it. It´s good to finally fill your lungs with proper, natural air. The train´s at a halt right now, since we need to refuel, so I´ve decided to take a small break from everything. I jump off the entrance and land on the soft, dirty ground. We´re right outside of some fields it seems, I think it´s a District even, but I don´t know which. My bet is either District Nine or Eleven, since we haven´t been traveling for too long yet and they have large fields of nothing there I´ve heard. I draw my hand through my hair and take another blessed gulp of fresh country air, just like what it´s like back in District Ten. It´s odd, even though it´s been so long since I ever lived a normal life, I can still remember everything vividly. The rolling plains of grass, the cattle´s noises throughout the day, long days of work in the mill and the barn. Laughing with my friends, playing soccer on hot summer days, and the warm bed that awaited me when I came home to mother and father. They are dead now, and so are my friends, everyone that was ever part of my life. Time has taken them, but spared me for one reason or another. Maybe it´s God´s will, or maybe some other higher power in life that made me a favorite in the Capitol´s eyes, so I was Rejuvinated and given a second chance at life. But it´ll be a hollow replacement, since everyone I knew will be buried deep under the ground already, and I can´t get them back.

I feel tears pressing on, and I let them flow for the first time since I woke up in the Capitol´s labratory. I´m finally alone for myself out here, where nobody can see my tears. Luckily there isn´t a single camera on board the train, and it´s long until we arrive in the Capitol´s train station. But I´m even more worried about my fellow District Ten Tributes´ seeing my tears. They are my competition already, and I don´t have plans to ally with any of them. The faster I face that we are rivals in the Games, the better it´ll be for everyone. Nobody will have to be backstabbed, nobody will be betrayed...

Even though I won´t ally with my District Partners, they are nice people I think. Henry can sometimes be a bit of a hardass, and he takes most things in life very seriously. He´s a boxer, and kinda violent for the most part. But I know he´s kind, deep down, but he has a lot of issues. Lexi is such a warm and nice person, to everyone, even Henry when he´s angry and sullen. She has a very special power with her, that she can make anyone feel better about themselves, she can make me even realize that all hope isn´t lost. When we boarded the train, I think she could see that I was holding back tears, so she hugged me, completely out of the blue. I never thougth too much about it, but I think that she really does care for me, even though she had never met me before today. And then there is Helena, my fellow Rejuvinated. From the moment I met her, I´ve made the decition to avoid her at all cost. When we were waiting to say goodbye to our family in the Justice Building, she pulled out a syringe while Lexi was out. Then she stuck it into her arm and started to leech blood. Then she started dripping the blood directly out of the syringe, into her mouth. I felt like throwing up my kidneys at that point. I also know for a fact that she was with the Careers in her original Games, so I wouldn´t dare myself to trust her farther than I can throw her. She´s just another psycho Career-wannabee, and I don´t want anything to do with her.

"Hello, Kwartz! What are you doin´ out here?"

I freeze. Just my luck. I turn around slowly, horrified, and Helena stands there, a big goofy grin on her face. My legs are shaking as I watch her walk closer to me, she has to be at least five inches taller than me. I remember, in my Games, there was one Tribute who died before the Games even started. She died on the train from her District to the Capitol, the Peacekeepers suspected her District partner, but it was never solved since the training started just afterwards, but everyone knew that he did it. He killed his District partner, even before the Games, to have a head start. As Helena comes closer to me, I scream and run away from her, away from the train as well. I turn around and see her chasing after me, she is a lot faster than me. Just then, I slips and my left foot gives away, and I crash into the hard ground. I yelp in pain when a sharp rock scratches up my side and left arm. I look up, and see Helena over me. This is it, this is the end. It´s gonna end even before I´m in the Arena. At least there is nobody I love who are alive, who´ll be saddened and grieve for me.

"Don´t worry pal, I´m not gonna hurt you."

I look in shock at Helena, she is smiling at me. And not like some psycho wondering how good their knife would look in their next victims throath, no, it´s a genuinely caring smile. She lends me my hand, but I hesitate. I still don´t trust her one bit, this could be a trick to make me trust her before she kills me.

"C´mon, the train is gonna leave without us if you don´t hurry."

I take her hand, and she lifts me up with surprising strength for a girl. Then she points at the train, it´s about to take off again. We run as fast as we can to it and barely manage to tumble into the entrance before it starts moving at it´s usual breakneck speed. We both lie on the floor for a while, trying to catch our breaths. There´s hair in my face, but I don´t know if it´s Helena´s or mine. Helena finally speaks after at least two minutes of heaving on the ground.

"Well, I guess you can say that was pretty derailing!"

She starts to laugh heartily of her own joke, which is probably the worst joke I´ve ever heard. Then I start laughing, too! We both laugh like madmen on the floor, and I have to hold my stomach because it hurts so much from laughing so hard. Then the slide door opens and Lexi stands there, half a smile on her face, looking puzzled. She pulls me and Helena up, one at a time.

"What were you two up to out there? You almost missed the train!"

She tries to sound serious and worried, but I can see her smiling. I wave my hand at her like it´s nothing.

"We were just getting some fresh air. Wasn´t we supposed to meet our Mentors for dinner about this time though?"

Helena and Lexi´s eyes widen in horror, and both of them drag me and hurry for the door into the dining room. There´s three people already sitting at the table, a man and a woman I don´t know, and the last is Henry. I wake at him, and he nods at me in return. The table is decked extravagant fashion, with food I´ve only seen in my wildest fantasies and memories. Rich, creamy soups. Colourful desserts that look like they´ve teleported here from some distant fairytale land. And meat in thin slices swimming in a sea of heavenly sauce. In my last games, I felt really sick at the train, so I didn´t eat anything. But now I can finally let go to my stomach´s desires. I half walk, half jog to the table, with Helena and Lexi behind me, and sit down next to Henry, oposite to the man and woman that I assume are our Mentors. The man is a middle-aged chubby man with a bald patch on his head and a kind look on his face. The woman couldn´t be anything but his polar opposite. She has short white hair, can´t be older than twenty years old, and looks more like a military officer than a Mentor. She stares all of us down with her sharp eyes. I avoid her gaze and concentrate on my food instead. It´s the starters, a burning red soup with delicate vegetables and soft bits of salmon. There´s also something that looks like seafood, but I can´t place the taste, I don´t think I´ve ever had it before. I look at my District Partners. Lexi is politely eating her soup, while Helena seems to be drinking it straight out of the bowl rather than eating it. Henry hasn´t touched his soup yet. A few moments of awkwardness, and then the stern-looking female Mentor takes the word.

"Alright, you four. My name is Ysolda, I am one of your two mentors. My collegue is Toer."

She gestures to the middle-aged man next to her.

"Kwarts, Helena, you know the drill. It is time to discuss strategies for the Games. First of all, I want to ask everyone if you have a wish to get coached seperate from the others?"

Her tone tells me she is not someone to mess with, ever, if you don´t want her to brutally stab you while you sleep. I am the first to speak and answer her question.

"No, Ysolda. I don´t have anything to hide."

"Me neither!"

"Ditto."

"Neither have I."

I´m halfway surprised that none of us want to hide something from the others, now my trust for them deepens even more. They really aren´t out to kill me, at least not right now. Ysolda doesn´t look too pleased by our answer, while Toer looks indifferent. He takes a huge gulp off his glass of red wine. Great, now we´ll have mrs. Military Govenor and a drunk. Ysolda then starts to laugh, surprisingly. I´m confused at first, but then her laughter ceases and she turns back to her bossy self.

"Oh well isn´t that all sweet and dandy? That you all want to be together in this, that you want to be friends in the Games, that you don´t wish for eachothers downfall? Well listen up little assholes, but that ain´t gonna last very long once you´re in there. The best we can hope for, is that two of you will make it and win the Games, and those odds are smaller than your brains. Even if one of you survive, which I highly doubt, the other three will die. I´ll be surprised to see even one of you little shits making it out of the Bloodbath, if that´s gonna be your attitude. You don´t win the Games by making friends and sticking together. No, you win by being the most skilled, the most ruthless, and the most cunning. Judging by that, I wouldn´t put my money on any of you, even if my life depended on it."

After her speech, I sit in silence with my District Partners around the table. Toer has emptied his bottle and has gone off to find stronger stuff. I can see tears in Lexi´s eyes, even from here, I´m sure Ysolda can see them as well. Helena looks taken aback, but she´s not crying. Both her and I already knew this, we were just too scared to face the facts. Henry has raised from the table and is walking out in the hallway, probably on his way to his room. I wonder if even he, the tough boxer guy, is going to cry after that. Ysolda looks pleasant with the impact she made, she lights herself a cigarette and leaves the table as well. When she´s at the door to the lounge, she turns around and looks me right in the eyes.

"Keep your eye on the prize, Kwarts. The most important thing isn´t to participate, it´s to survive."

Then she slams the slide door behind her, and me, Helena and Lexi are left in the silent room all by ourselves.

District Eleven (Nikhita Akshaya´s PoV)
The shower´s rain pours over my body, enveloping me in it´s currents. I can´t remember how long I´ve been in here, but all I know is that I don´t want to go back out there again to the others. I need time to think, away from all of them. My plan has gotten slightly flawed yeah, but my original goal still stands. To put an arrow into the dark, corrupted heart of Ariadna Blackwater. I think of all the lost souls of my people, all the men, woman and children slaugthered, I should have died with them. I was spared for my beauty alone, while they were all murdered. Even my foster parents weren´t able to see me as a real daugther, they lied to me, I don´t think parents should lie to their kids, no matter what the cost. Even though getting Reaped wasn´t something I saw coming, at least now I have an exclusive ticket straight into the heart of the enemy, the Capitol. My only fear is if the President knows what I´m planning. Her spies could have been anywhere in District 11, maybe she is plotting to get the Gamemakers to destroy me the second I´m in the Games at this very moment. While I´m lost, deep in my thougth and plans, I suddenly hear a few sharp knocks on the bathroom door. I sigh, before I get up form the floor and wrap a soft towel around my body and answer the door. When it slides open, I see it´s Crimson. He looks surprised and embarasseed at me, my guess he didn´t expect me to be naked.

"Uh, I just wanted to ask you if you could meet me at the lounge later tonight? There´s something I really have to talk to you about."

I try to pry under his skin, to see what his motives are. But I can´t get a good look in his eyes because he´s comstantly staring down at the floor.

"Are you hitting on me or something? Because if that´s so, then you should know I´m not a girly-girl like that, and I don´t have plans for romance or any of the sort."

He looks even more embarassed now, and quickly waves his hands at me while blushing like mad.

"No no no! Nothing like that! I just need to talk to you about something. About the President."

Then he bolts down the hallway and leaves me standing in the doorway puzzled. What did he mean? What does he know about the President or anything at all? A few seconds ago, I would never have turned up in the lounge to meet him, but now I have a strange feeling it might be worth something for me to go. I sigh, and turn heel the other way and slide the door shut again.

I quickly shift my eyes at the clock on the wall. It´s now eleven. Crimson didn´t say when he wanted to meet me, but I´ll have to go soon or I might miss him. Right now however, all I want to do is lie here in this bed, with nothing on my mind and no need to do anything. I could use some time to think about everything right now, because no matter how hard I prepared to do this, I´m extremely nervous. I´m nervous that something will go wrong, that some new element of the plan will catch me by surprise and ruin everything. I´m nervous for what Crimson knows, that it might put a stopped to my plan. Maybe this is a trap, that he´s a spy for the Capitol? He could lure me into the lounge and get me to tell him everything, and then a squad of Peacekeepers will run down the door and execute me on the spot. However, there was something about Crimson that seemed like he was genuinely scared about something, he seemed honest with me. And I always know when someone is lying, and unless he is some sort of snake-tongue God of lying, I don´t think he could even think about lying without me knowing. This makes me feel more confident with my meeting with him. If things go sour, I´ll have to make a run for it. But on this train there´s little room for escape.

I put on my normal-looking, wide grey dress and wash my face. I don´t bother on putting shoes on, the train´s floor adepts to our body temperature so it´s never cold anyways. Then I slide open the door to my bedroom and journey out in the hallway. I see that Crimson´s door is open, I peek inside and find it empty. He must already be in the lounge, waiting for me. I listen at the doors of the others, I don´t hear anything. That doesn´t surprise me, these doors are soundproof. I take small steps, careful to not land with my heel too hard on the floor, and go into the dining room. It´s strangely eerie at night. The buffet table is decked with fantastic food, dessert, dinner, snacks and lunch. The windows show a beautiful starry black night in the wilderness. I can see the borders of a closed-off District in the distance. I´m about to sneak further through the train to the lounge, when I hear a sound behind me and turn around. A shadowy figure is standing with it´s back against the door, a cigarette in mouth. When a beam of moonlight comes through one of the windows, I see it´s Shylock. He steps forward and looks sternly at me.

"What are you doing out here this late at night?"

I gulp my breath down, but I hold my breath. There has always been something scary about Shylock to me, but at the same time, something oddly charming. He´s got style, I can give him that.

"Just business. Why are you up so late though?"

He smiles at nobody in paticular, like I told him a joke or something. I regain some of my courage.

"What´s so funny?"

He turns and looks me right in the eyes again, a strange glint in his eyes. I back off slightly, but then I see I´ve backed straight into a low table and I tumble over it and collide with the floor. I yowl with pain and start to get up, but Shylock carefully picks me up and helps me regain my footing. I blush even though I don´t want to, and even though I don´t like him. But there is something about him that makes me nervous. Then he walks out of the room and into the hallways again, snickering to himself. I wonder what he really was doing this late at night.

When I sneak into the lounge, I see Crimson on the couch in front of the huge television. Only he´s asleep, so I quickly shake him awake. He certainly looks like he could need some sleep. I, however, am used to being up late at night, training for the day when my plan would come into motion.

"Wh-what is it? Who´s there!?"

"It´s Nikhita. You asked to talk to me at about this time earlier?"

He seems to recognize me, and he gulps and starts to blush once again. I wonder how much blood would come out if I cut up his cheeks.

"Oh yeah of course. By the way, I hope you don´t mind me taking Melly with me, right?"

I then notice another person, who was hiding behind Crimson on the couch. It is indeed little Melly, who was for some reason Rejuvinated for the Games. I´m not too sure that I trust her, since everyone knows that the Tributes who were Rejuvinated were the most famous, the best of the best. If a twelve year old would be that impressive, she either have to be a complete psycho or have some sort of hidden talent or secret. Maybe it was just her charm that made her so well liked, because she is a very likeable kid. But I have made a pact with myself to never trust anyone in the Games. My mission is more important than any of the other´s poor fates.

"I guess not. So, what was it you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Um, it´s about the President. I know what you´re planning on. You´re planning to murder her, for whatever reason."

Quickly, I rise up from my seat and press my hands against his windpipe and force him to the floor. He looks shocked at me and starts flailing to get free. Melly starts screaming and tries to force me off Crimson. How did me know? Is he really a spy, like I thougth? My plan can´t fail now, I´ve dedicaded by whole life to it. There´s no way I´ll let puny little Crimson destroy everything.

"What do you know!? Tell me, or I´ll rip out your throath and Melly´s as well!"

"I-I don´t know anything! Please! I just overheard you talking in your sleep! Please, don´t hurt me or Melly!"

Crimson has started crying, and so has Melly. She is begging me to let him go, and after a while of thinking I do. He harks and slumps onto the couch, massaging his throath. I suddenly feel bad for threathening them and hurting Crimson, but I still don´t trust his explaination. I was never the forgiving type anyways.

"You´ve been eavesdropping on me? Both of you?"

"Well, I didn´t want to hear, I just did when you took a nap when we first got on this train. I told Melly because she was curious about it."

That is true, I did take a quick nap when the train started it´s journey. That still doesn´t justify him scaring the shit out of me just for this. Melly still seems terrified of me, and keeps herself far away from me. I feel bad for scaring her now, she´s not the one sneaking around, listening onto other´s business. I turn my attention back again to Crimson. He´s still rubbing his throath, maybe glad to still have it intact.

"But what did you want to talk to me about my mission? Are you gonna tell on me or something?"

He looks scared at me with a desperate chime in his voice when he answers.

"No no! It was just... I think I agree on most of what you say and think. I, no, we want to help you with your plans. To k-kill the President."

I let myself glide into my own mind for a second at his words. This is something I´d never anticipated. Someone acually believe in me, someone acually have the same believes like me and want to be a part of the Revolution against the President. My words, althougth spoken while asleep, have inspired both Crimson and Melly here to want to rebel against the Capitol. I never thougth I could do something like that. Still, I´m not too sure if I want to accept their help just yet. To set two more people into the plan could set it all up in flames, more ways for the Capitol to destroy it, more ways for the President to set out spies. How can I know if these two kids acually already are spies? That they are wanting to get into the mission only to exploit it to the President and her men?

"Sorry, I don´t take requests. This is more important than any of our lives, this is for the freedom of the whole of Panem. I can´t put that in jeopardy."

"But we want to help miss!"

I´m surprised to see it´s Melly who is speaking. I don´t think I´ve heard a word from her, ever. She looks at me with a determined look, like her eyes are on fire. This girl really does care for my cause, and I know a spy´s eyes and motivation when I see it. This isn´t it. Melly is to be trusted. I smile at her for the first time, a genuine smile.

"Alright then. But you, and Crimson as well, have to promise me that this will be more important to you than anything else in the Games, ok? My motivation is sound, but I´ll be always doubting yours unless you dedicate everything to this cause!"

They both answer at the same time, which lures out another smile on my lips.

"Of course!"

"Yes miss!"

They both direct their hands at me, and I shake them. It´s officially a deal. They´re part of a rebellion now, there´s no taking that back anymore. They´ve commited to this now, I just hope they´re up for the task. But if it really must come to it, if they´re not completely in for the kill on the President, I won´t show them any mercy. Not even Melly.

District Twelve (Drago Fire´s PoV)
''The flames are growing in size with every second as I stand in awe and horror and watch from the steets. I never intended for this to happen. I don´t remember anything of my thougth process, or how I even got here. What is happening to me? I´m a monster, a fucking monster, this isn´t right! I turn and run away from the searing flames burning the building down, and every memory that was ever there. I can hear screams from inside the inferno as I run. Who have I killed? Tirana, the little neighbour girl who is always so nice to me? Her parents maybe, Cloud and Ica? Or anyone else, because I can´t identify anything familar around me. Every house is identical, but only one is seared up in flames. Oh god, what have I done!? Why does this keep happening? Why do I have to bear this curse? It´s not fair. As I run through the streets wildly in the night, I feel a sudden, gruesome pain in my leg. Flames, just like the ones I was responsible for, run through my legs and up my body. I scream, but nobody is around to hear me. The flames dissolve me in a horrible pain. Just then, I fall and my eyes open.''

I sigh out in relief when I realize I´ve woken up in my bedroom. There is a small window of calm with me, until I realize that this is a bedroom in one of the Capitol´s trains, and I realize where I am going. I start to feel anoxious again, like I´m trapped. Now I don´t even remember where my dream took place. But I remember the terror, and all the flames all around me. These dreams have been following me at night for as long as I can remember, ever since the first time this happened. I have tried to control it, tried to not let it control me, but my vision and judgement gets whiskered away every time it happens. I wonder sometimes if I´m sane, if I´m even human. The sunlight is bright and beautiful as it falls through the heavy curtains and into the room. Today is the day when we´ll be arriving in the Capitol, to get ready for slaugther. But for now, all I want to do is lie here and forget every single one of my problems, just for a little bit. I don´t even realize I´ve dozed off again until I feel someone shaking me awake.

"Dude, wake up! We´re about to arrive at the station, you´ve got to get up now!"

It´s Falk. He looks worried down at me as he tries his hardest to get me up. I push him away and smile at him, he´s a good kid. At first he looks serious, but then he smiles back at me and his playful nature comes back again. I prop myself up and sit on the side of the bed.

"Don´t worry mom, I´m up, geez..."

I toss away the bed sheets and stand up. Falk collapses laughing against the wall as I do. At first I don´t get why he´s so amused, until I realize I´m completely stark naked. I blush and cover myself up with the bed sheets again.

"Jesus, Drago, there are some things I don´t want to know about you! Get some clothes on, for fucks sake!"

He points me at the closet in my room, still trying hard not to fall over from laughing so hard. I grunt and push him aside, before I open the closet. I wrinkle my nose at all the weird clothes inside, it wouldn´t kill them to just have a normal white shirt and some jeans in here. The clothes look more like costumes than attire, but in the end I manage to dig up a somewhat normal azure-blue shirt and something that look like pants, but feel very weird. I´m relieved to see that they´re not transparent at the very least. Then I take a shower for a good four mintes. When I´m all dressed and cleaned up, Falk waves me out in the hallway and I follow him. We meet up with Burma in the hall, while Cleo is nowhere to be found. Burma is dressed in a light, pretty summer dress. She looks embarrassed and awkward at us, even when Falk tries to spark a conversation with her.

"So, you´re ready for the Capitol?"

She swallows hard and looks a bit green.

"I´m ok, I guess.."

After that we all just kinda stand around, waiting for our Mentor to come, she was supposed to accompany us, but we wait and wait for her. Finally, after the train has stopped completely, and we´re probably at the station, she stumbles into the room. She´s a total mess, there´s nothing else to it. Her hair is frizzy and stands up like a porcupine. I don´t think she has showered for at least a week, she stinks out the entire train. She also hasn´t changed clothes, she is still wearing the rags from yesterday. You would think she could at least have made an effort in looking decent for today, but I guess that´s not the case. Out of all the Victor´s in the recent Games´ history, I´m of course stuck with her. Joy Easterbrooks, Victor of the 454th Hunger Games, thirtyfive years old, notorious drunk and drug addict. She won her Games on mere luck I´ve heard, and she has never been quite right after her victory. Apparently she suffered heavy phycological trauma in her Games, which has caused her to try to drown it away with morphling and alcohol. I feel sympathy for her, but that still doesn´t excuse her ruining District Twelve´s Tributes´ chances every year, because of her own damn problems. Joy is drunk again, I can smell it, and she is rambling on like a lunatic.

"Alrighty children, it´s.. it´s time f-for the...uh, wait what is going on?"

Burma turns away from her, trying to ignore her it seems. I´m tempted to do the same, she is abandoning us already, so I don´t see any reason to try to get her on our good side. Falk however, pats her on her shoulder and speaks to her in a calm demeanour.

"It´s time for us to show ourself to the Capitol for the first time, Joy. Come on, let´s go outside and meet the crowd, alright?"

I nod in agreement, and grab Joy by her left arm, while Falk takes her left. We then escort her to the train door, with Burma behind us. I can already hear the roar of the crowd outside, nothing I´ve trained with in prison could prepare me for this. This is the Games´ first hurdle. Just as the doors start to open, Cleo appears next to us. She is wearing a wide, gothic black dress with her hair put up in a high bun. She looks elegant, yet fierce. The Capitol is gonna love her. She looks irritated over something, and pushed Burma out of her way and slowly acends the stairs and walks out to the platform. I carefully help Joy down the stairs with Falk helping me, Burma following us close behind. The intense flashes of the cameras all around me cause me to let go of Joy´s arm. My first reaction is to try to shield my eyes for the lights, but I know better than that. Instead I try to adopt a winning smile and wave at the crowd, they are cheering and chanting. It disgusts me, that these are the people who enjoy this gruesome competition, that they are part of the reason I´m here in the first place. But I have to get them on my side, or else I won´t last long. I look to my left and see Falk doing the same as I do, smiling and using all his charm and spunk to win them over. He´s doing a good job too. Burma is quiet and seems to pretend like the crowd even excists. Hopefully they´ll think it´s confidence and that means she´ll be a real contender. But I see terror, not moxy, in her eyes. Cleo is a whole different story. Her dark, sophisticated beauty is dragging all the attention off of the rest of us, we´re no match for her. The crowd loves her. I can´t see Joy anywhere, I wonder where she went off to. However, it´s better for me that she´s not in the spotlight with us anymore, so people´ll take District Twelve seriously.

In what seems like no time at all, we´ve completed our spotlight show in the train station and our ride to the Training Centre is waiting for us. It´s a slick, snow-white car that´s twice as long as any car I´ve ever seen. It oozes with luxury and elegance, and somewhat lacks the bizarre elements that the Capitol loves so much. The cameras are still following us, but when I climb into the car´s backseat, I´m finally relieved off their and the crowd´s pressing eyes. Cleo jumps in and sits next to me. She raises her eyebrows at me and snorts.

"How´s that for a first impression? Good luck getting anything in the Games with your weak-ass performance, some of the pebbles on the ground were more enticing than you!"

I blush and try to ignore her, and she laughs haughtily. Then Falk and Burma climbs into the car as well, and we´re off. It feels like the car is moving with the speed of light, it´s so fast that the city passing us outside of the window is just a blur of colors and people. It feels like I´m flying. Cleo isn´t saying anything, and neither is Burma, but Falk is hooting and laughing. I look a bit questioning at him, but he just throws his arms up and shouts out of the window.

"Woo! District Twelve coming through!"

I think some people on the streets shouted back or waved, but the car is moving so fast I have no idea. Cleo looks disgrunted at Falk.

"Please, we all know you´re a complete moron, no need to testify."

Falk doesn´t even seem fazed, he doesn´t hesitate to retrot at her.

"Shut up, goth girl. I guess you haven´t looked in a mirror this morning, but you look like something that got dragged out of the sewers!"

Surprisingly, that shuts her up. For the rest of the ride, she sits quietly with her eyes closed. Falk got her good this time, but I´m not too sure she is the person to mess with. I wouldn´t be surprised she´ll go for him first in the Games, just because of what he said. She doesn´t seem like the most stable person. I open the window to get some fresh air and a break of my District Partners for a bit. The air smells weird, it´s like it´s stained by something. It´s like I´m down in the coal mines back in Twelve. I really miss the fresh air in the woods outside my District, but I haven´t been there since before they locked me up. That´s one good thing with the Games at least, plenty of fresh air. Then I see a massive black building towering far over the rest of the city. It´s shaped like a giant T. I see lots of cars identical to ours outside of the building. I guess this must be the Training Centre, our stop. Sure enough, the driver parks our car besides another car, and we are ushered outside. There waits at least five Peacekeepers, who follow us in guard through the doors of the Training Centre. Everywhere, people are gathering. It takes a few seconds for me to realize that all of these people are my competition, the rest of the Tributes from all over Panem. I see everything from little twelve year old girls to buff, eighteen year old guys who look like they could rip off my whle arm with their left hand. Everyone are wearing identical black jumpsuits, with their District number on their chest. We are given the same jumpsuits and taken to a dressing room by the Peacekeepers. Burma and Cleo in one, me and Falk in another. The suits looks very uncomfortable, but in reality it´s very flexible and feels good on your body. Before me and Falk are allowed to leave, they attach on a metal board on our backs. Something in the suits have to be magnetic, since they stick to us no problem and they don´t fall off. When I turn in the mirror, I see the plate is a screen which showcases the letters "Reaped". Falk has the letters "Rejuvinated" on his back.

When we get back to the lobby, all the Tributes, including Burma and Cleo, have formed a circle around something or someone. Falk looks like he recognizes the strange ritual.

"Oh shit, the welcoming speech is about to start! Come on, Drago!"

He drags me by the hand up to the others, and we find a spot in the circle. I´m standing right next to a girl with freaky rainbow hair. Guess she´s from around here, a Capitol Tribute. Now I see what is calling everyone´s attention. It´s a woman in a red jumpsuit, tall and fierce, she reminds me of an amazon. She clears her throath to call everyone´s attention.

"Alright, Tributes. Welcome to what will be your home away from home while you´re in the Capitol, the Training Centre. You´ll be staying here for a week until the Games start, and this week will be very important. First, there will be three days where you will be training in the Gym in the basement. Down there you can find a training station for any kind of survival skill or weapon you could think of. On the third day of training, you will each be called in to a private session by the Gamemakers. They will evaluate your potensial and give you all a score depending on that from one to twelve. A high score is not a garantee for success, and a low one of not a garantee for failure. But it is a nice pointer for sponsors to find out who they want to put their faith in. The following evening, the scores will be published live on television in all of Panem. The day after that, you will have some time to practive for your interview. On your final night here, the interviews will be held. They are a seremony broadcasted live from the City Circle. They are important because they can help you show off your angle in the Games, let the audience know a bit more about you. A good interview can earn you just as much as a high score. Now, it´s time for you all to get to your apartments. There are fifteen floors in this Centre, excluding the Gym, each representing a District. It´s easy to get around, just click the button marked with your District in the elevator and it´ll take you straight there. Alright everyone, I´ll see you in training! Dismissed!"

District Thirteen (Radiant Tayz´ Pov)
The cameras are finally finished eating us all up, and I quickly step into the train doors. I am relieved to finally have all the cameras off my ass, they started when we drove up to the station and didn´t stop for one second until now. My District Partners quickly ascend the stairs as well, and then the sliding doors start to shut. The cameramen and reporters take as many blitzing pictures of us before the doors are completely closed. After that, things quickly get awkward. We stand in the slightly tight entrance hall of the train, waiting for something to happen. My fellow Rejuvinated Tribute, Tyra and I, have already started to formulate some sort of plan against the others. We both have agreed that the best thing to do is weed out the Reaped at first, as they are the weaker in compartison to the Rejuvinated. It´s nothing against Duanex and Allanah, but I think a Rejuvinated ally will be far more valuabe in the Games than them. Besides, Tyra is pretty similar to me. We were both so very close to our victories, and our Games were only a year apart. She was a Tribute in the 149th Hunger Games, while I am from the 150th. Or, if you would call it by it´s proper name, The Abyss of Insanity. The Games that changed the country of Panem as everyone knew it as.

The Games themselves were gruesome, each Tribute were given a special pendant that ticked down how much time they had left before deadly poison from their collar would suffocate them. The only way to extend the time was to collect special vials of liquid that was a temporary antidote to the poison. So many Tributes died in the first three days, it almost seemed like the Bloodbath hadn´t ended. I still remember the death of my long-lost brother Wire, at the Bloodbath. That´s something that still haunts me, even when it´s been so long since then. Anyways, by the time for the fifth day, there were only ten Tributes left out of the thirty-two originally in the Games. I had was allied with Kwarts from District Ten, and we had to deal with the damned Careers left, Shermaine and Vanity, as well as the Rebels, Day from District Five, Claire from Six and Piper from Fourteen. In addition, Alexander, the boy from Four, and Sash, the guy from Eleven, were also alive. It was the bloodiest finale in those times´ modern Games history. I barely managed to save Kwarts from Alexander before killing him, but I couldn´t save him from the Career girls. They took him away and made me watch as they drowned him. However, at that time the Rebels came to my rescue. Together we got both Shermaine and Vanity. I teamed up with them to hunt down Sash, but he was already attacking us. He tried to sneak up on us, but Claire punched him in the jaw, knocking him down a hill and into an acid lake. By that time, I wouldn´t be able to kill any of my new allies, even if I wanted to. We cooked up a plan together instead, to escape the Arena. But then, all I remember is a sudden and brutal attack, and that I died...

But the memory feels odd to me. It feels more like it was something that happened in a dream than an acual memory. And I think it´s weird how I can´t remember anything about our plan either. Fishy even. I´ve decided to try to get an alliance with my old allies, Day and Kwartz when I get to the Capitol. Maybe they can help me remember something, so we can restart our plan. I recall with sadness when I saw that Claire had not been Rejuvinated with me. When the scientists in the Capitol woke us up, I saw Day and Kwartz in the two wards next to me. Then I saw someone who looked a lot like Claire, but it was a different girl. I don´t know whether or not Piper was Rejuvinated. I think Tyra will be a great addition to the Rebels. I don´t know much about her though, so I will have to be careful around her in case her motives with allying with me is not completely honest. She is standing right next to me now, away from Duanex and Allanah. Her attitude and look is strong. I don´t know much about my other District Partners, the Reaped ones. Duanex is a real loner, the classic buff, silent Career boy. He looks very strong, and will be a great threath when the Games comes. Allanah doesn´t seem like she could ever hurt a fly. She is shy, an introvert. She has sort of a melancholic air about her. I don´t what her past looks like, but I´m betting that it can´t have been pleasant.

"Hey Radiant. Wanna come with me later to the lounge? I think we should try to get some free time to talk in privacy."

Tyra whipsers to me, while looking barefully behind her back to make sure nobody is listening in. Allanah is playing with her hair, but Duanex is looking at us from across the room. But I don´t know if he heard anything.

"Yeah, alright. After we´ve been introduced to the Mentors. I wonder who they are."

"I hope they´re better than the Mentors we had at least, we could have gotten more help out of a limbless fly than those thugs..."

I laugh, while Tyra gives a small humorous chuckle. I do remember the Mentors I had in my original Games, which were the same as Tyra, since her Games were only a year apart from mine. It was a frail, elderly woman well up in her eighties, with limited hearing and sight called Ava. She was little to no help, and she was mostly asleep both on the train and in the Capitol. The other was a fifteen year old boy who had just won the Games before Tyra. He had won his Games solely because all the other Tributes were wiped out by a easily transmittable disease, while he stayed alive by eating nutrient-rich mold and staying away from everyone else. I think I had more of a ring on what to do than he did, and he mostly stayed in his room and cried.

"Tributes, please assemple in the dining hall."

A cool woman´s voice speaks to us from the speaker system, I look at Tyra and nod. She nods back at me in silence. We´re a team now. I slide open the door I know leads to the dining hall. It looks somewhat the same as all those years ago, but different as well. Times really have changed. The look and feel of everything is somewhat... alien. I can´t really explain it, but it´s not hard to see that a lot of time has passed. The dining table is decked for dinner, even though it´s only three o´clock. Our Mentors are already seated by the table. I walk up to them and sit down next to a man who looks to be in his fourties or fifties. He has a certain twinkle in his eyes, and a playful smile, he looks warmly at me like he has known me all his life. Our other Mentor, a very young woman, probably not a day older than twenty, smiles weakly at me from across the table. Tyra sits next to me, while Duanex and Allanah sits down at the other end. The kind-looking man leans backwards on his chair and takes the word.

"Alright, everyone. My name is Gareth, and this lovely woman is Miane."

He points at his collegue, before continuing.

"You all know why you´re here, even though Duanex and Allanah are new to the business. You´re here for entertainment, and entertainment only. This isn´t some weird dream, this is a game of life and death. So if you don´t wish to die, I suggest you play by the rules. So, I ask you all, do you have any skills I should be noting for myself?"

He takes a drag off his cigar and looks at us with half-closed eyes. Miane seems to be scared to make eyecontact with any of us, I can tell she feels bad for us though. I raise my hand, and Gareth smiles at me.

"Ah, perfect! Radiant, what are your strong points?"

"I have a good throwing arm, with knives. And I´m pretty clever."

I make sure to stay confident, so he won´t think me as weak. I´m not too confident, so it´s hard for me to boast about myself like this. He nods approvingly at my direction, before turning to Tyra.

"And you, Tyra?"

"I´m fast, very fast. And I´m adept in both climbing and swimming, so I won´t have trouble getting used to the Arena´s envirement and hurdles."

She talks fast and with force, Gareth grins at her and gives her a thumbs up. Even Miane gives her a compelled look. It´s amazing how she can impress someone with only words. Gareth then turns his attention to Duanex. Duanex flips his black fringe out of his eyes and sighs.

"I´m strong...."

Gareth tries to pry him for more additional information, but either he doesn´t want to tell, he doesn´t want the others to know his strengths or "strong" is all he is. But somehow I doubt that, Duanex looks like a real Career Tribute, someone who has multible talents. Finally, there´s Allanah.

"Now, last man standing. What do you got for me Allanah?"

His tries at making her talk is futile, nothing seems to work on her. Neither humour, kindness or agressiveness. I wonder what she could be hiding, but there´s also a part of me that doesn´t want to know. Finally Gareth gives up, and sinks down into his seat again, throwing his outburned cigar on the floor. An Avox hurries over to pick it up, and then quickly leaves. Miane coughs to either clear her throath or remove the awkward air around the table.

"Alright guys, you must be very hungry by now. So, dig in!"

The night hours are ticking closer and closer, and so is my appointment with Tyra tonight. After dinner she requested that we would meet in the middle of the night, at three sharp, in the tribute lounge. I´m guessing what she wants to talk about is our alliance, and what our strategies should be in the Games. I´m still not completely sure on my choice to ally with her. She is a good tribute, someone to respect and take with grave seriousness, but also someone to be careful around. I´m a pretty good people-person, but parts of Tyra remain a mystery to me, and vagueness can be dangerous. The thougth of allies bring me towards thougths about Kwarts, Day, Piper and Claire, my old allies in the Abyss of Insanity. Flashes of horrible scenes of trauma and bloodshed swim through my brain, and one sticks out specifically. The moment I realized that Kwarts was dead, and that I could not be able to save him like he had done before to me, that I would never make it up to him, when Vanity forced his head under the water while I was sitting there, screaming for them to stop. Shermaine was holding me firmly, and I couldn´t do anything while they slowly drowned Kwarts. I remember the last time he caugth my eye, I could carely see with all my rage and tears clouding my vision. It was a look of regret, but also reassurance. Like he was telling me it was ok, that it wasn´t my fault that he was going to die. I think it was at that moment when I realized I didn´t just want to win, I wanted to do something other than that. I wanted to change everything, so that kids just like Kwarts and Wire wouldn´t have to suffer this misery.

That´s exactly why I have to be careful around Tyra. She seems like she´s ambitious, which is a problem. I´m not back to survive this shit, I´m back because I want to save Kwartz. It may be odd, but I think I even care more for him than I ever cared for Wire. Maybe because Wire was so quickly introduced to me, just to have him ripped away from me the moment we truly got to meet. I bonded with Kwartz, we formed an alliance, but more than that, we became friends. Like the kind of friends who would always have eachother´s backs, who would die to save the others. But I didn´t do that, I couldn´t save him, even though I promised him just that.

"Radiant, I´m not sure if you´ll understand this, but I´m scared ok? It´s so few of us left, what if we´re the only ones left? What if the Career girls attack us?"

"Don´t you worry, Kwartz. I promise, whatever comes in our future, I´ll always protect you. You don´t have to worry, just think about how dashing you´re gonna look in your suit when you´re being interviewed about your Victory!"

''Then he laughed, and we hugged, before we continued through the dense jungle Arena. ''

Suddenly, there´s a soft knock on the door. I quickly look at the clock, it´s ten minutes past three. Tyra, lounge. I get up from the bed in a half-asleep stasis and drag on my clothes from yesterday, a white-grey shirt and some pants. I don´t bother with socks. Then I answer the door. Yup, there she is, standing outside of my door. Tyra looks nervous, something I didn´t think she could even be, and she is constantly looking over her back.

"Let´s just talk here, I can see you´re tired."

My eyes slowly adjust to the bright light outside, so I can see her more clearly. Then I answer in a slow, groggy voice, like syrup.

"What´s up Tyra? What did you want to talk about?"

"The Abyss of Insanity."

I´m surprised, but I keep myself from looking the part as well. Right now I just want to go back to bed, and get ready for tomorrow.

"Get to the point. What about it?"

"I´ve just been to the lounge, and confirned my suspiciouns. The Abyss of Insanity has completely dissapeared from all records, and there are no 150th Hunger Games. All of the Tributes in them, including you, were Rejuvinated from other Games throughout the history. Your ones were the 16th Hunger Games. I don´t know what is going on, but I need to know something, it might be vital for both of us surviving. What did happen in those Games?"

New Games? Abyss of Insanity gone? What is happening? Even though I´m confused, I can´t help but link this to my loss of memory. My mouth falls open of horror. Tyra looks at me kinda scared.

"What is it Radiant?"

"I don´t remember."

Tyra looks annoyed at me, and starts to tap her left foot on the floor.

"Don´t try to be cheeky, I know you got a sudden realization right now. What is it?"

"That´s exactly it. I don´t remember anything about the Abyss of Insanity. But.. but that´s impossible! I totally remembered after we arrived here!"

"Radiant... You know what this means?"

I know the answer even before she tells me. My ears aren´t coresponding well with the rest of my body, but I can still hear her shaky voice as the truth escapes her mouth.

"The Capitol is trying to delete all evidence the Abyss of Insanity ever excisted. Even the Tributes´ memories."

District Fourteen (Piper Quinn´s PoV)
"Tributes, dismissed! Go back to your living quarters!"

Our Mentor, Azalea, waves us away and walks off, through a door that leads to the Mentors´ bedrooms I think. We´re left in the dining hall, I, Parasto, Trey and Amelia. It´s kind of awkward between us, really. I don´t know what to do right now, and neither does the others. Amelia seems to have put it in her own head to not even look anyone else in the eyes, before the Games. But in the Games, eyecontact with Amelia might be my last sensation. Parasto isn´t very friendly either. He seems like someone I´d like to know at first, at the Reaping he was accompanied with two birds whom he seemed to be familar with. He certainly charmed the crowd, and maybe even the Capitol. But towards his District partners he´s cold as stone. Trey is the youngest between us, only thirteen years old. For some reason, he reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago, from before I got Rejuvinated. But that person was calm, and warm, while Trey is often mean-spirited and cross with everyone, I don´t think I like him too much. Not enough to kill him though, he´s still only a kid. I want some allies for the upcoming Games, but I don´t think it´ll be Amelia, Parasto or Trey. Then, I flinch as a sharp voice rings in my ears.

"Translation: GET THE FUCK TO YOUR ROOMS!"

I gulp and start to run/walk out of the room, with my District partners wavering behind, but soon following afterwards. When I go into the hallways with the rooms, I see the room with the sign saying "Rejuvinated Female: Piper Quinn". I slide the door open and fling myself down the bed. The door automatically closes behind me. I´m not sure whether that´s consoling or creepy. The bed is soft, I feel like I´m quite literally melting into it, slowly but surely. I don´t even notice how tired I am after this day before my eyelids shut and I drift away.

''The wind is settling around me, like a cold, bitter cloak protecting me from harm. My scream is stuck in my throath as I keep up the pace I´ve held for far too long. The undergrowth rips past me. Thorns all around me puncture my skin and blood drips down my face and into my eyes, but my legs keep on running. Excited voices and sharp footsteps thundering after me right behind me, almost so close I can feel their ragged breath on my neck. Then I suddenly fall forward and tumble down a hill, screaming as stones and plants rips my legs up and create scars that will never leave''. I hear laugther and excited yells, just as my body breaks down at the end of the hill. ''There´s water right next to me, a lake or something, with crystal-clear almost see-through blue water. I caress it´s surface gently as the voices come closer and closer. I´ve given up.''

"Hey Shermaine, what should we do to her?"

"The same we did to her pathetic little friends,Vanity, the girls from Zero and Thirteen. Make her pay for what she´s done."

There´s a scary pint of pure hatred and malice in that voice, I don´t like it at all. ''And if I should judge by what they say, then I should be afraid. They want to see me punished. Someone grabs my sore hands and pull them up to my back, and something that feels like rope is being tangled around them. Now I´m stuck. I don´t have the energy to scream, and if I did, who would save me? Nobody would, everyone who has ever cared for me in this Hell of a place are dead. Maia, with her sweet laugther and resourcefulness, Reyna, who was always so sure I could win and who I promised I would get home. But now I´m here, bundled on the ground and ready for slaugther. What happened to that promise I made? ''

''Just when I feel a cool blade against my ear, screams and scuffling bring me back to reality. I wiggle around and see someone standing over the two girls on the ground, panting. He looks like a god where he stands, like he is the King of the world and everything it contains. Then he looks directly at me. I can practically feel his brain thinking from over here. Then he uses his short sword to cut away my ropes and he lifts me up. I now recognize him. He´s the boy with the strange golden eyes, Day Whisper. He drags me with him, and I use all my tapped strength to follow him. I hear a cannon, and I hope it was from either the blonde or vicious girl, but I don´t think that was true. I hear a triumphant roar from behind me, and I know they are both still well alive. I look up at Day, who seems to be shining in the moonlight piercing through the bushes. I must be seeing things, my brain is still confused and traumatized after the events of today. Day catches my eyes and smiles at me, then quite suddenly, I feel like I´m falling. ''

"Aaaaah!"

I scream and hit the floor hard with my head first. I quickly look around, and try to see through the mist of confusion the blow to my head created. I´m quickly relieved when I see I´m still in my bedroom in the Capitol´s train, and not in the freaky jungle in my dream. These horrible dreams have been following me at night ever since I was Rejuvinated, and I don´t understand why. They are horribly vivid, like I am aually right there. It felt like I was acually being roped and tossed to the ground by those girls, and my ears are still tingeling from all the loud noises. The dreams are just dreams though, that I have to constantly keep reminding myself every time I fall asleep. Because somehow, they feel more like memories, and unlike other dreams, they don´t dissapear from my head after a few minutes. No, I can remember everything I saw in the dream and everything I thougth. And the two girls I mentioned, I have met them from dreams previously. Maia and Reyna. I know nothing about them, except that Maia loves to read fiction, and Reyna is a very good cook. How do I know these things about people I´ve only met in dreams? Am I going insane? Was the trauma from my last Games so mad, that I have turned completely crazy? Because in turn of being able to remember memories of my past that never happened, I also can´t remember anything about my past anymore. It´s like I opened my eyes for the first time when I woke up in that Capitol lab, but when I talked to the other people there, I found out that we´ve all been revived from the dead after dying in the Hunger Games. But I don´t remember anything...TBA

The Chariots
(All stylists will have to send in how their District´s Chariot will look like and how the Tributes will be dressed. The rankings will be based on what I think the Capitol would find attractive. Only the Districts in the top three spots get extra sponsor money, while a bad Chariot may acually decrease the amount of sponsor money of a Tribute! However, as long as you send in your entry, you shouldn´t be in danger.)

Stylists
The Capitol - Smilingtribute (Philip)

District Two - Yoonie (Amina)

District Three - Tehblakdeath (Blake)

District Four - Kaeghan-Is-a-Tribute (Kaeghan)

District Five - Blue Ribbonz (Rebekah)

District Seven - Xbilliex (Billie)

District Eight - TheDeadlyOne (Adrian)

Training
(Three days of training for the Tributes. Written in PoV perspective. There will be three PoV´s on day one and two, and only two on the final day.)

Training Scores and Odds
(They range from scores one up to twelve. One being unrepairably bad, and twelve being impossibly good. Odds are calculated by looking at a Tributes´ training score, alliance, likeabilty in the Capitol, District, competition and overall potensial.)

Death Chart
(The death chart won´t be updated before each new Day in the Arena has ended. This is a precausionary measure to avoid people simply looking at the death chart to see if their Tribute survived/killed someone, rather than reading the Games.)

Status Chart
(This shows where all the Tributes are, who they are with, what supplies they have and what state they are in (injured, poisoned ect. This will also show if they have gotten the flag. I will remove Tributes from the chart when they die.)

The Rejuvination Games Part I - Nowhere To Run
(Day One to Three.)

The Rejuvination Games Part II - Out Of Range
(Day Four to Five.)

The Rejuvination Games Part III - Silver Lining
(Day Six.)

The Rejuvination Games Part IIII - Switcheroo
(Day Seven to Nine.)

The Rejuvination Games Part X - Intertwined Futures
(Day Ten and Epilogue.)