This is a repost, redoing the first few chapters. I've been thinking about this story for quit some time now because I was reluctant to give up on it anyways. After seeing the movie in an IMAX theater with my mom and friend Amanda last night I've decided to debut this again.

Enjoy; and may the odds be ever in your favor!

Disclaimer: I do not own BTR or the Hunger Games.

"May the odds be ever in your favor"

-Effie Trinket, The Hunger Games

I feel like an experiment; a human lab rat. Why me? Why us? They say it'll be groundbreaking and everyone will love us if it worked. If. What happens if it doesn't work? What will happen when we get there? We won't have any instruction on how to get back…if we ever get back. Did they ever think of the fact they could possibly loose four lives in this one test run? I wonder if there is still a chance to back down.

Looking around I find no place to escape. Well, what can I expect? We are underground. I try to find a hatch like the one we climbed through upon arriving here, but there are none. Everywhere I look there are men and women in white lab coats working on computers or various experiments. They all look up expectantly when we walk by. I take in deep breaths to calm my nerves. Not that it's much help; the air is so choking down here.

We are led out of the lab room, and through a hallway. As we continue on, I try to catch the eyes of my three best friends. Their expressions are unreadable, and I wonder if they feel the same as I do. I want to tell them this will work out, assure them we have nothing to fear; but think better of it. How could I give them what could end up being false hope? Besides, we never spoke when the scientists were around, and we were being led by four of them; two flanked us on both sides, another was in front, and the last trailed behind us.

Thinking of it now, we never really spoke during our time here; not even when we were alone in our dorms. Still, I hope we'll still have each other when we reach the 'final destination'. We reach the main control room, which is also the place where we'll be sent off. Professor Roberts was waiting by the wall lined with computers and security cameras. She was with a few other scientists I didn't recognize. Professor Roberts signals for the men who brought us to leave. I listen to their synced footsteps followed by the sound of a door sliding open and then closed.

"Are you all ready," Professor Roberts asks us seriously. We exchange glances. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Good, follow me please," she instructs. Professor Roberts showed us to a huge metal vault door at the far back of the control room. She entered something into the decoder and the vault slid open with a rumbling creak. We followed her in. Many more scientists waited, gathered around a glowing pale blue vortex conjured by electric wiring that sent the occasional bolt of light inside. I'm not sure if I should marvel it, or fear it.

"We will count down from ten, and you'll all step in at the same time," Professor Roberts says. "You'll only have a second before the portal closes; understand?" Hesitant, we nod in response.

"W-what will we do when we get where you're sending us?" I finally manage to choke out.

"Just leave it all to us," One of the scientists answers. Not what I was looking for, but I don't ask any more.

Instead, we all get as close to the vortex as possible without getting sucked in, and stand shoulder to shoulder. The countdown begins.

"Ten, nine, eight..." they begin. I close my eyes as tightly as possible and let out one last breath. Next to me, Logan slips his hand into mine. I open my eyes and glance at him. He gives me a small, reassuring smile. Then, Logan grabs James' hand and I decide to follow the action by slipping my free hand into Carlos'. "Seven, six, five, four, three, two..." Then I stare straight ahead. "One, zero..."

We step forward.

Into a new place.

A new time.

Into the future.

I groaned and rolled onto my side. My head spun as I attempted to make sense of everything around me. I blink down at my hands and find them both torn and bloody. My arms and legs are the same way. We must have had a hard landing or something. I glance around. They are no where in sight, but I note that where ever we are it was devastated a long time ago. This is a desolate wasteland. The sky is a sickly greenish-gray shade and all around is the ruins of what seemed to once be a great city.

What was this place? California? Minnesota? Or...was it not North America?

I'm about to venture out more, when I hear someone coughing. Veering around I examine the rubble from a distant. My heart stops when I catch sight of someone trapped beneath some of it. He is struggling to get out.

"Logan!" I call, stumbling over.

He stops struggling for a moment, relief washing over his slightly scratched up face. "Kendall, I thought I was the only one who made it-" he broke off, coughing- "Where do you think we are? Have you seen James or Carlos?"

I shook my head. "No, we'll find them though," I say, shoving aside the debris. "I don't honestly have the slightest idea where we are; I'd assume we're still in Los Angeles."

Logan slides out from the last of his trap, and wobbles to his feet. "If it is...then what happened here?"

"We'll find out soon enough," I say. I breathe in and have to stop myself from gagging. The air here is worse than in the laboratory we were in. A slicing blast of cold wind wisps past. I shivered and point out, "Right now what's important is to find James and Carlos; I don't understand how we all landed so far apart."

"Maybe we can track them with are watch coms?" Logan suggests. We all received watch coms when we first arrived at the laboratory. They would allow us to track each other in the case of ever being separated. There was more to them of course, but we never got that far in our training before it was time.

"It's worth a try," I agreed. I just hoped it wasn't broken. The scientists built it with special equipment, so I didn't think they would be. I set my watch com to track James and Carlos. It took a moment or two for it to lock on to them; but when it did, Logan and I started our search. I couldn't get over the feeling that there was something horrible about this place...about this time.

The beeping of the watch coms stopped when we were at a heap of what looked like it was once a building of some sort. I nodded, and we were about to round the corner, and then froze. James and Carlos were there alright. But they weren't alone. Men whose faces I couldn't see were surrounding them. A helicopter hovered overhead, its motor roaring loudly as it neared. A strange symbol was imprinted on the helicopter. It looked like it could have been a dark version of the American eagle. This wasn't good. I knew it wasn't. I couldn't just watch my friends be taken away.

I leapt out from my hiding place; ignoring Logan's calls, and slammed into one of the men. Never had I let anything happen to them before, I wasn't going to start now. I caught sight of James and Carlos watching wide-eyed, and Logan darting out and trying to shove them into safety. But he was too late. The helicopter landed a few yards away, the wind it created nearly blowing everyone off their feet. I spun around and elbowed the man who was currently trapping me, in the stomach. He cried out and backed away. I caught sight of his eyes, blazing with strained satisfaction. For a moment I couldn't understand. Until someone wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away. I struggled to break the guy's grasp, but it wasn't working.

Then I felt a needle plunge into the back of my neck. My breaths and heart beat slowed. My gaze grew blurry as a looked desperately for friends. I caught sight of James being shot with the same needle. Carlos was being cornered, and Logan was unconscious as he was dragged into the helicopter with the strange symbol. I wanted to scream. But I couldn't anymore. I wanted to fight back. But it was no use. Instead, I let the venom drag me into the darkness...

I'm pretty eager to get into this, so please review; I've got plenty of ideas for our BTR guys =)