Katniss felt like hyperventilating when Effie Trinket began rapping on her door telling her to get up because it was, as Effie put it, 'A big, big, big day'. Katniss groaned and rolled over shoving her head into the pillow. Today was the day she was going into the arena and was most likely the day she died. Katniss dragged herself out of bed and walked into her bathroom quickly washing her face. As she looked at her wide-eyed reflection the conversation she had with Peeta the night before came back into her mind. She clenched her jaw hard and shoved away from the bathroom sink and back into her room quickly pulling on the tribute uniform that had been laid out for her. She looked at herself in the mirror as she did her hair in a French braid, that began at the side of her right temple travelling down past her left ear, floating gently past her waist, it was tighter than how she normally did her hair but she left it like that, knowing it wouldn't unravel anytime soon unlike her normal braid. She looked in the mirror taking in the girl reflected. Long dark hair in a flawless braid, pale skin, stormy gray eyes, and her body dressed in a tight forest green shirt that gave her curves she was sure she didn't have, her legs were covered in a pair of black trousers that made her legs look long and slim. She blinked and smiled as she suddenly recognised herself. She was Katniss Everdeen, and as everyone has guessed she doesn't go down without a fight.

Katniss tore her eyes away from the mirror as someone knocked on the door she grabbed the black jacket and shrugged it on as she walked out barely glancing at Cinna only stopping to smile at him. She walked straight to the elevator. She pushed the button, crossed her arms and waited. As she waited she felt four people stand beside her.

"You both need to get out of there as soon as the gong goes" Haymitch said scratching his grey stubble and taking a swig from a flask of dark red liquid in his hand.

"So much for sobriety" Katniss hissed quietly as the elevator door opened. Haymitch ignored her.

"Do not under any circumstances initiate in the blood bath" Haymitch said taking another swig. Peeta nodded as they all stepped in and went up to the roof.

"Did you hear me sweetheart?" Haymitch snorted grabbing Katniss by her shoulder. Big mistake on his part. As soon as his hand made contact she spun and her fist connected with his gut with speed and a surprisingly large amount of strength that caused him to fall to his knees, his arms wrapped around his stomach as he doubled over wheezing slightly.

"I heard you, I just didn't want to waste my energy acknowledge an old drunk" Katniss said coolly stepping out of the elevator and walking towards the hovercraft, ignoring the shocked look on Cinna, Peeta and Portia's faces. She grabbed the ladder and stiffened as she felt the electric current go through her freezing her in place. She was pulled into the craft and patiently waited for the current to dissipate. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a capitol attendant walking over to her with a needle in hand.

"Now don't worry sweetie this is just your tracker" The Capitol attendant said in an annoyingly high pitched voice, "Now stay still and it will be over quick". Katniss rolled her eyes and turned her head slightly ignoring the sharp jab in her arm as she watched Peeta get his. She felt herself unfreeze and stood up walking over and taking her seat next to Cinna directly across from the little District 11 tribute, Rue, who reminded her of her sister so much, it was almost painful. Rue smiled at her and waved slightly. Katniss couldn't help it as she smiled back warmly to the little girl.

"You'll be fine girl on fire" Cinna whispered in her ear as he sat down next to her. Katniss nodded and looked around at all the other tributes. Rue was in a quiet conversation with the big burly boy from her District, Thresh, who was looking at her in a very protective way. She then saw the District 5 tribute girl, Foxface as Katniss called her, was staring intently at the wall above her fellow tribute, her head tilted to the side slightly and her eyes focused as if she was thinking about something intently. Katniss' gaze then drifted to the careers, whom she could see were talking animatedly. Suddenly the boy from District 2 looked up and made eye contact with her. She didn't drop her eye contact but instead continued to stare at him. She only dropped her gaze when his female counterpart looked at her.

Katniss closed her eyes and laid her head back, quickly finding sleep.

Katniss yelped as she was woken from her sleep as the hovercraft suddenly gave a sharp jolt. Everyone gasped as the craft suddenly swerved repeatedly.

"What the hell is happening?" The District 1 tribute, Glimmer, yelled. Everyone screamed as there was a crash and suddenly the section on the left side of the hovercraft, containing the tributes and stylists for 3, 6, 7 and 8 gave way and they flew from the hovercraft plummeting to their death. The craft again swerved dangerously.

"I'm slipping" Rue yelled as the momentum dragged her out from under her belt. Thresh tried to grab her but he couldn't reach her as her little physique slipped out from under her belt. Rue screamed as she flew from her seat towards the hole in the side of the craft. She suddenly felt someone grab her ankle and looked back to see Katniss out of her seat gripping onto the side of the hole. Katniss gritted her teeth, gave an almighty tug and pulled them both back into the hovercraft as it swerved to the left, causing them to fly into the wall adjacent. Katniss quickly grabbed the net from the wall and clipped it in front of them as the craft shook.

"May day, may day" Everyone heard the pilot yell, "We have been attacked by the rebels, and we're crashing". As soon as the words escaped his mouth everyone felt the impact of the craft as it hit the ground, and tumbled. Everyone screamed as an electric shock ran through the craft.

Katniss slumped back and felt a sharp pain in the back of her head and the last thing she remembered before blacking out was a small river off blood running across the floor of the craft.