I realized that when Nina was checking in, She said "Katniss Everdeen" instead of her name. I fixed it, hopefully there wasn't too much confusion.

Katniss POV

I woke up the day after the victor's tour. At first I was confused, since I was in a huge bed with a silky bedspread. Then I remembered. Oh yeah, I won the Hunger Games. 22 other people are dead, and I have to love Peeta for the rest of my life. I shrugged it off and stretched my arms out, yawning. I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I walked downstairs to be greeted by Haymitch, Peeta, Prim, and Mom.

"Hey, what are you two doing here?" I asked Peeta and Haymitch.

"Talking about the quarter Quell," Haymitch replied.

"Already?" I asked, surprised. "Didn't we just win the 74th Hunger Games like... a week ago?"

"No, it was half a year ago, but since you two are going to be mentors, there is a lot to talk about," Haymitch replied, catching me off guard. Mentors? I have to help kids kill others and survive? I stormed out of the room back upstairs. I sat on my bed and screamed into my pillow. I did NOT want to be a mentor in the quarter Quell, I did NOT. I felt a hand on my back. I turned my head around and Peeta was standing right there.

"We're going to be OK," Peeta said.

"We are. The tributes aren't," I reminded him. Peeta pet my back and sat down next to me.

"I guess there is a lot going on in our lives," Peeta said. "With the arranged marriage and all." Then it hit me. I was engaged to Peeta and I didn't have a choice. I looked at my left hand and examined the beautiful diamond ring on my fourth finger.

"I wonder who the tributes are going to be..." I wondered out loud.

9 months later

Nina's POV

I shot out of bed, sweat lines on my forehead. Today was the day of the reaping. My name was in there 25 times. What can I say, District 12 is a poor district. What doesn't help is that this is no ordinary reaping. It is the reaping for the Quarter Quell, which always has a twist to it. First, you voted on who would be sent in. Then, twice the amount of tributes are in. Who knows what the category is going to be this year. I checked the small little clock by my bed. I had 2 hours before the reaping. I sighed and immediately took a bath. After that, my gran brushed my hair, releasing every last tangle. She showed me the outfit I was going to wear. It was light grey and went down to almost my knees. It had short sleeves, and a v-neck. It had fake buttons going down my chest, and a bow around my waist. After I was dressed, I had 30 minutes before we were called to the reaping. I said my good-byes to my Gran, and headed out to my boyfriends house. I knocked on his door, and we hugged.

"Are you nervous?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Very. Stupid Quarter Quell," I said. He looked me in the eye and told me not to be afraid. Neither of us were going to be picked. We walked down to the reaping area, where I saw Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark. They won last year, together. It was amazing. I kissed my boyfriend before getting in line.

"Next," The Peacekeeper called. "Name,"

"Nina Martin," I told her. The next question caught my off-guard.

"Relationship Status?"

"In a relationship," I slowly answered. I didn't get the questions. Usually they just prick your finger and analyze the blood. After they finished, I rushed over to my boyfriend and gave him one more kiss before finding my spot in the ropes. After a few minutes, Effie Trinket walked onto the stage. She was wearing the exact same thing as last year.

"Welcome, welcome," Effie welcomed. "Before we start, I would like to introduce the victors of last year's games, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!" Effie began to clap, and this time around so did everyone else. Katniss waved awkwardly, and Peeta had the situation under control. Then again, when didn't he? Effie showed us the video that was shown each year, before the mayor began to talk.

"Welcome to the Quarter Quell. As you know, every 25 years the Capitol likes to mix things up. First, people voted for who they wanted to go in the Quell. Then, 48 people were sent in the arena, which is twice the amount of tributes. This year, the category only concerns a few of you. You were asked a series of questions about your personal life. Some of you may have noticed that there is only one bowl full of paper slips. No, we are not only sending one person into the arena this year. This year, the Capitol was inspired by last year's victors," Everyone turned to look at Katniss and Peeta, who blushed. "The only people who have their names on here, are those who are currently in a relationship," Everyone gasped. Some of the 12 year old's looked relieved. I was terrified. I was in a relationship. "And, there are two names on each piece of paper. Effie?" Then it hit me. They were sending couples into the arena. And only one came out. Effie stepped back onto the podium, and reached her hand into the glass bowl. She opened up the slip of paper, and read the names out loud.

"Nina Martin and Fabian Rutter," She announced. That's when my world came crashing down. One of us would come out, the other would die. Either that or we both would die. I hesitantly walked up to the podium, Fabian clutching my hand. I was trying so hard not to cry. Effie dismissed everyone as we were shoved into the building. We walked up some stairs, then the Peacekeepers tried to separate us into different rooms.

"NO!" I screamed at them, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. Fabian grabbed me in a hug.

"Look at me," He guided my head to look at his. "We are going to be fine. I'll see you in a few minutes. Calm down, OK?" I nodded and let myself get pushed into a room. Katniss followed me, and I assumed that Peeta followed Fabian.

"It's scary, huh?" Katniss asked me.

"My whole world is crashing down," I said, trying not to cry in front of my mentor and the only one who could help me.

"I remember when I was here last year," Katniss laughed softly. "I was too shocked to have any emotions. I was devastated." I nodded. Then, the doors flew open and my gran rushed in. She hugged me and we both began to cry. We sat there, for what felt like hours, crying.

"I'm going to be OK," I told her, not wanting her to worry.

"Me too," Peacekeepers started to shove Gran out of the room. "I'll see you in a few months! Fabian, too!" The doors slammed close, and I knew that she would never be able to complete that promise. I sat there with wide eyes and my mouth open until I heard Katniss' voice.

"C'mon, we have to go. Everything is going to be alright," She promised me. I nodded and followed her outside, hen out front into a car where I was reunited with Fabian. Fabian never let go of my hand. In the car, Effie would not stop talking. Katniss and Peeta were also in the car, but they stayed silent too. I'm guessing they were reminiscing about last year. Soon, we were being ushered into a train, people surrounding us asking questions. Mainly friends, who told us it was going to be alright. I didn't believe them for a second. The inside of the train was amazing. Blue carpets and seats, delicacy's that I had never seen before in my life, a huge crystal chandelier, a huge table for 6 people, it was amazing. I immediately sat in a chair, Fabian sitting next to me. Katniss and Peeta took seats across from us.

"A year ago, we sat right there," Peeta said, probably to Katniss.

"Well this isn't a year ago!" I yelled, letting all the anger out. "This is right now, and right now I'm scared out of my mind of what's going to happen. I'm probably going to die! And there is nothing I can do about it!" I shot up and into a different car. There were two doors. One had my name, the other had Fabians. I went into my room, and it was my bedroom. It was more like a hotel room, a single queen bed, a TV, a white bathroom, and some flowers. There was also a single pair of PJ's for tonight. I sat down on my bed, and turned on the TV. They were showing all the reapings.

District 1 just came on. The names called were "Mick Campbell and Mara Jaffray". Mick was tall, blonde, and handsome. He seemed athletic and I could tell he was a career. Mara was a few inches shorter than Mick. She has dark brown, straight hair, dark eyes, and looked like a career, too. Most people in that district are, whether they look it or not.

District 2: Kara Matthews and Jordan Toll. Kara was absolutely gorgeous. She reminded me of Glimmer in last years games, although tanner. Jordan was no different. He was definitely the Cato of this round, strong, athletic, and looked like he could break a rock with his bare hands.

District 3: Alfie Lewis and Amber Millington. Amber was pale, tall, and had pin-straight hair. I could tell she was rich, which makes me wonder why she isn't in the Capitol or even district 1. Alfie had dark skin and dark curly, short hair. He didn't look Amber's type, but I could tell they cared for each other a lot.

District 4: Jerome Clarke and Joy Mercer. They both looked sneaky, and wanted to win. They didn't look like the dating type, but I had a feeling they knew what was going on before the games even started. Jerome was handsome, tall, and definitely deadly. He seemed like he would have no mercy for anyone. Joy looked no different personality-wise. She has tan skin, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and was very thin. She looked proud to be a tribute, almost like she wanted to.

District 5/6: These had no significance to me. District 5 was a pair of 12 year olds, which I'm sure won't be around for long. District 6 had a pair of 14 year olds who looked terrified, so I'm sure they won't be long either.

District 7: Patricia Williamson and Eddie Kruger. If looks could kill, Patricia would be charged with murder. She has a mean expression on at the reaping, that I'm sure will only get worse. She had dark, long hair with purple streaks. Eddie had dirty blonde, spiky hair. He looked brave, but was probably only covering the terror.

District 8/9/10/11: Also had no appeal to me. They looked normal, as I'm sure I will. They all looked my age.

District 12: Me and Fabian. I want to turn it off, but I can't. I watch my shocked expression which is never wiped off my face. Then I notice Fabian. He turns from shocked to concern. I notice how sad he looks when he looks at me. That's when I turn it off. By now it's dark out, and I change into my PJ's and let my hair out of a braid. I curl up in bed and go to sleep.

LINE BREAK

I woke up the next morning and put on my dress again, seeing as it was the only thing I had. I tie my hair back into a ponytail and step into the dining car. Fabian is sitting at the table, talking with Peeta. Katniss seemed to be expecting me, as she was watching the door as I stepped in. I sat down next to Fabian, and joined in the conversation.

"The thing that saved my life was probably sponsors, besides Katniss of course. Sponsors will send you things you need. Food, medicine, anything. Make an impression," Peeta explained.

"When you are training, learn the survival skills first. Learn to climb trees if you want to survive," Katniss told us. Fabian shot out of his seat and looked out the window.

"That's the capitol!" He exclaimed. I joined him at the window and we watched the crowds of people who were cheering for us. We laughed and waved at them. When we finally got off the train, we were split up and assigned stylists. They got right to work, removing hair, washing us down, and making sure there was not a single germ on us. It was awkward, but at least I had 3 girls as stylists. I was then lead to a room where I was to wait for my designer. When he walked in, I immediately recognized him.

"Cinna?" It was Cinna. He was Katniss' designer.

"That's me. Are you nervous?" He asked me. I nodded.

"Of course," I replied.

"Well, That's normal. Just breath, relax, and don't think about the Quell right now. Now, onto your costume. I've improved on last year, and I think you are going to love it."

LINE BREAK

Cinna was right. I loved it. The dress had one strap, and went to the middle of my thighs. It had orange and red curly patterns on it, making it look like it was on fire. It had an orange cape. Cinna told me that the whole outfit would 'glow', whatever that meant. Fabian was wearing the same kind of thing as me, but with a shirt and pants instead.

"Ready?" Peeta asked us, gesturing towards the chariot. We both nodded, stepping onto the black cart. One by one, the tributes left on the chariots. Finally, it was our turn. As soon as we started moving, I realized that Cinna wasn't kidding when he said that the outfit would glow. It glowed brighter and brighter, causing 'whoa's from the audience. Almost as if magic, the glowing stopped, revealing a now sparkling white dress. I looked at Fabian, who's outfit transformed to white, also. The horses grew faster and faster, and I grasped onto the side of the chariot for dear life. Fabian put his arm around my waist, supporting me. The audience loved it. The chariots were each brought to a stop. Snow made a boring speech that I honestly didn't listen to at all. After the parade, we were both congratulated then ushered to bed. We started training tomorrow. Tomorrow, I would learn to kill my boyfriend. Hopefully, it wouldn't come down to us.

Katniss POV

The parade was amazing. Cinna's designs blew away the crowd. We quickly got Nina and Fabian to sleep, they would need it. Training was the hardest preparation part. Long hours, and showing the enemies how either you are the threat, or you aren't the threat and you can be over-passed until later. That night, I remembered my time here last year. I woke up with a start, sweat lining at my forehead. I could see Rue's face, both human and mutt form, in all my dreams. I should have saved her. But I didn't.

Nina's POV

I woke up the next morning, a little confused. Then I remembered where I was. I went out to breakfast and ate in silence. Afterwords, I changed into my training outfit. I braided my hair off to the side, like Katniss did last year. I'm not copying, I have been doing this for years. Me and Fabian went down to the training room hand-in-hand. We were the last couple to arrive. The trainer went over the rules with us, then we were let go to do what we wanted to. I went to archery first. I've never shot a bow and arrow in my life. I hit the target, just it was an inch from going off the edge. After a few more shots, I wasn't improving. I rolled my eyes and set the bow and arrow back up. When I turned back around, the blonde girl from district 3. She had a training suit just like mine, and her hair was braided down her back.

"I'm Amber," She said happily. No no no. I do NOT want to make friends.

"I'm Nina," I replied nicely.

"Your the twelvie?" Amber asked, making more of a statement. Twelvie? I've never heard that before.

"Yeah and your the three?"

"Yeah. Are you as nervous as I am?"

"Of course. It's the Hunger Games, after all," We both laughed out of nervousness. We continued to hang out at the stations as we improved our skills. Everyone seemed so much better than me. Mick could chop your body in half with a sword, Mara could chuck knives 50 feet and hit accurately, Patricia could build a perfect snare and climb a tree in 3 seconds. Even Amber could shoot a bow and arrow 50 feet and get a bulls-eye. Me on the other hand, I could do nothing. The only thing I could do was run really fast, which was good for trying to get away. It wasn't going to help me much when someone is pinning me down and trying to cut an eye out or something. My mind immediately flickers to Clove from the games last year. I push away the thoughts and continue trying to shoot a bow and arrow, not doing a lot better. After training, I skipped dinner and went straight to bed. I knew I should be building my strength while I can, so after everyone left I smuggled some leftover meat to my room, devouring it. The next morning was the same as the last. The day after was the last day of training before the private sessions. I had gotten considerably better at everything, but when push comes to shove, I'm dead. I was dreading the private sessions. I knew I was going to get a 5 at most. Fabian and I were nervously waiting in the room, not saying a word.

"Nina, Martin" The robotic name called out. I took a deep breath and walked into the room. I grabbed a bow and arrow. I aimed at the dummy. I closed my eyes as I let go, waiting for the laughter. It never came. I had hit dead on. Right in the heart. Instant kill. There were a few words of approval. I grabbed a knife and chucked it, hitting a few inches from a bulls-eye. I did a few more random things before I was angered at the gamemakers. They were totally ignoring me. I took a spear and chucked it up at the balcony. It seemed to stick in thin air for a few seconds before exploding. Eyes wide with fear, I sprinted out of the room after smirking at the gamemakers. I hadn't even waited for Fabian. I regretted it. Who knows how much longer I would be able to see him? One of us isn't coming out. I know that he is going to make sure that I stay. I could tell he was upset with me at dinner, although he tried to hide it.

"It's quiet in here," Effie noted. Gee, thanks for that. The TV flickered onto the wall.

"Oh, the scores are going to be shown. Let's go," Katniss said, pulling Peeta over to the couch. I followed her with Fabian and Effie trailing not too far behind me. Caesar Flickerman came on the screen. He had orange hair this time. He started to rant out the scores.

"From District one, Mick: 10. Mara Jaffray: 9.

From District 2, Jordan Tolls: 10. Kara Matthews: 10.

District 3, Alfie Lewis: 7. Amber Millington: 8

District 4, Jerome Clarke: 10. Joy Mercer, 9

District 5, Luke Asher: 6. Sienna Mark: 5

District 6, Jake Smith: 7. Haley Devonshire: 7

District 7, Eddie Kruger: 10. Patricia Williamson: 9 (Everyone gaped. Non-career districts never got that good usually)

District 8, Arron Grants: 4. Sarah Jones: 5

District 9, Robert Smithe: 6. Delaney Levens: 5

District 10, Daniel Pines: 6. Johanna Stevens: 6

District 11: Michael Payne: 4. Katrina Wince: 3"

Everyone leaned forward as we prepared for our scored.

"And Finally, District 12. First we have Fabian Rutter with a score of: 10." Everyone cheered. My heart was about to burst out of my chest. I felt myself getting light-headed. My vision started to get cloudy. I couldn't hear a sound. I almost missed my score flashing up onto the screen. I just managed to catch it before I blacked out. 12.

/

I blinked my eyes open, confused as to where I was. I realized that I was laying on my bed in the penthouse. I looked at the clock. It read 7 am. It was then that I realized that today was the day of the interviews. The last day before I had to fight for my life. Probably the last full day of my life. I pulled myself out of bed and to breakfast, where I was the last one there. I was quietly greeted. Breakfast was silent. After breakfast I got changed and met with Katniss, where she helped me prepare for the games for the last time. She went over everything there was to go over. Effie went over proper interview etiquette. It. Was. KILLING ME. Finally, I met with Cinna. He presented to me the most gorgeous dress I had ever seen for an interview. I swear my heart skipped a beat.

"You like it?" He asked me. I nodded slowly, not daring to tear my gaze apart for the dress might disappear. He dressed me then styled my hair in an elegant up-do. He put on my accessories, then finally the shoes. The shoes were simple, sparkling red 4 inch heels that I had to practice in to not trip. He told me that this year the tributes would go up to the stage separately, waiting in the changing room for their turn. There was a TV in the room. I watched as Mara stepped onto the stage. Her dress was gorgeous on her. Her straightened hair, diamond earrings, and white high-heels all contributed to the perfect outfit. Mick came on next. He was wearing a simple black tuxedo, with a red bow tie. Next, Kara came on. Her dress was breathtaking. It fit her petite frame perfectly, her usually long dark hair styled to perfection in a large bun type thing. She simply charmed the audience. Jordan took hot arrogance as his approach. The audience loved it. Amber stepped onto the stage, looking amazing in her floral dress. She took the weak but confident approach. I can't tell if it's real or fake. Alfie took the prankster approach, joking around. Joy's long dress complimented her, but when asked about her relationship, she looked confused at first. She swept it off and acted like nothing happened. Jerome also took the arrogance roll, but mixed it with humor. I spaced out until District 7. Patricia traded in her Gothic dark clothes and attitude for a gorgeous dress and a sweet personality. Eddie simply charmed the audience. I took deep breaths as I prepared for my interview.

"And now, from district twelve, Nina Martin!" Caesar announced. I faked a smile and slowly stepped onto the stage. The audience gaped at my dress.

"Hello!" I greeted lightly.

"Nina, may I say you look fantabulous!" Caesar told me. I giggled and took a seat.

"Thank you!" I replied.

"Now," Caesar got serious. "Tell me about how you felt at the reaping." I held back sobs and tears, the smile on my face a million times harder to fake.

"I was heartbroken. It isn't easy knowing that at least one of us won't come out," I explained to Caesar, who nodded.

"Who do you hope comes out of this, if you could choose one of you?"

"I would hope that he came out, because he has a larger family to support. I know that he would never let that happen though. I wish I could show him how much more he is needed at home than I am," I said thoughtfully, smiling and shrugging. We chatted a bit about the games and my strategy, which I made up of the top of my head. It was 'Stay Alive', which I heard Haymitch say on TV multiple times. The audience roared in laughter, all recognizing the famous catchphrase of last year's games. Finally, the buzzer went off. I bid my fare-wells to Caesar, and stepped off the stage. I went back into my dressing room where Cinna hugged me tightly and told me how amazing I was. I turned to the screen where Fabian was talking to Caesar about hilarious things that the audience fell in love with.

"So, Fabian. Tell me about Nina," Caesar asked. Well, stated.

"She's the most amazing girl I've ever met. I've liked her since we were 5, and we only started going out a year ago. I really wish we could have been together more, especially recently. But I think that the pressures of the game are tearing us apart, which I really don't like. She's my other half. I'm ready to die for her," Fabian said. I felt tears forming in my eyes. I tried so hard not to cry in front of Cinna, but also I knew that there were cameras set up in the rooms and I didn't want to appear weak when all the sponsors were watching.

"Is there anything that you would like to say to your family?" Caesar asked him. Fabian turned to the center camera.

"Take care of Katya," He said plain and sweetly. Katya? Who's Katya?

"Who's Katya?" Caesar read my mind. Fabian turned a light pink and took a huge breath.

"Katya is... our daughter,"

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