A/N - Chapter Two! Hope you enjoy! :)

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The peacekeepers whisk me away to the Justice Hall in the heart of the town. You know that feeling, where everything feels like a dream? Yeah, I have that feeling right now.

They show me to a very lavish, rich looking room. I sit on a red velvet couch, and wait for the arrival of the visitors.

My mom must be beside herself. Dad is probably trying to calm her down, and Lucy is probably just rejoicing at the fact that I'm going to be gone.

I wonder who else will visit besides my family. Before I am given too much time to wonder, the door bursts open.

My mom, dad, and sister all rush into the room. My mom's face is wet with tears, my dad looks shocked, and even Lucy looks sad.

"Oh, Finn!" My mom says, rushing towards me, her arms outstretched. "My darling son! Oh, Finn!"

She hugs me, and I allow her to plant kisses on my cheeks.

"I'm so sorry I yelled at you!" She says, still crying, "I love you, Finnick! You know I love you so much!"

"I know, Ma," I say, patting her back as she continues to hug me. "I know you do. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine."

"Oh, Finn!" She wails again, "I hope for the life of me you're right!"

"Finnick," I hear Lucy say weakly. "I'm sorry. Just come home, okay? I take it back! I never wanted you to get reaped!"

Tears are streaming down her face, and she looks truly remorseful. I get on my knees, so I'm level with her.

"It's okay, Lou," I say, wiping away some of her tears. "It wasn't your fault. And, I'll be okay!"

I keep a smile planted on my face, to keep my family from panicking even more than they already are. I'm probably going to die, but I want to give them peace of mind, for at least a little while.

"Son, I'm proud of you," My dad says, pulling me into a hug after I'm done comforting Lucy. "No matter what happens in the arena, I am proud of you."

"Thanks, dad," I say, trying to hold back tears, I have to be strong, but it's so hard. "I'll try my best to come back."

And, with that, the Peacekeepers drag my family away from me. I might never see them again. Never.

After my family is gone for a minute, the door bursts open again.

"Oh, Finny!" Oh, God. That voice. Didn't I just break up with her? "Oh, Finny! I feel absolutely AWFUL!"

Val has tear stains all over her eyes, and she does look like she feels awful. I groan inwardly. Doesn't she understand that I don't want to see her?

"Val," I say, gently, "You know we aren't still together, right? I mean, thanks for coming to see me and all, but I don't want a girlfriend. Especially now that I'm going into the Games."

"I'll wait for you to come home, Finny!" She says, still not grasping what I'm trying to tell her. "I will support you in the Games, then we can be together when you come home!"

"Val, I-" I begin to say, before the Peacekeeper cuts me off by telling us our time is up.

Val kisses me on the lips, although I protest, and calls out dramatically that she'll love me until the end of time as the Peacekeeper drags her away.

I groan out loud now. Great, that's just what I need.

Liam is next to come visit me. We don't say much. Although he's been my best friend for many year now, it's still slightly awkward when you're supposed to say your final goodbyes.

"Dude, you can win, you know," he says, right before he leaves. "I've seen what you can do with a trident. You've got a chance."

I thank him, and tell him I'll be seeing him soon as the Peacekeeper escorts him out.

I have a few more visitors. Mainly friends, and girls who came to confess their love for me before I'm sent into the Games.

After the last thirteen year old girl with pigtails and braces leaves after awkwardly explaining her undying love for me, the Peacekeepers finally tell me it's time to get on the train.

They lead me and Crystal to the train, we are surrounded by cheering crowds as we enter the train.

Our escort, Frenchie, is waiting in the train along with our mentors, Mags and Zeeta. There are fifteen victors from the Games that are still alive from our district. Mags is about 60 years old, but she's still very smart and has a knack for getting sponsors, seeing as she is the oldest victor still alive.

Zeeta is the youngest in the group of victors, she is 21 and won 4 years ago. She is a good fighter, and she will give us some good advice, but I hope that Mags will be the mentor assigned to me.

"Hello Finnick, Crystal!" Frenchie says with delight. "Here are your mentors for this year, Mags and Zeeta! Mags will be handling you, Finnick, and Zeeta will be in charge of Crystal! Now, your mentors will show you to your rooms, so you can get cleaned up and ready for dinner!"

"Hello there, boy!" Mags says in a friendly tone. She has a grandmother feel to her. "How are you holdin' up?"

"I'm alright," I say truthfully, I am not really doing that bad. "I'm a little nervous, but not bad, overall."

"Well, that's good to hear," she says, giving a toothy grin. "How old are ya, boy?"

"I'm fourteen," I say. Fourteen is pretty young, at least half of my competitors will be older than I am.

"Fourteen, eh?" She says, looking solemn. "Too young, if you ask me."

She says the last part in a whisper, for showing any sort of dislike for the Games could result in horrible consequences.

"Well, here's your room," She says, opening a sliding door to a huge, fancy bedroom. "Take your time and get settled, dinner isn't until six."

I get into the room, and collapse on the bed. I lay there for a few minutes, taking in what had happened this morning. How could I be in the Hunger Games? I'm only fourteen. We usually always had volunteers in District 4!

I'm not really emotional about it, it more seems just like a big annoyance to me now. But, it really hasn't sunk in yet that I am going into the arena, and I am going to fight other kids until there is one person left alive.

Will that person be me? I don't know. There are lots of people older than me. Probably a lot of them are more skilled than me, too.

I groan and decided to sit up on my bed. I look out the window as the scenery zooming by. Will this be the last glimpse I have of my home?

I lay down again, still looking out the window and think.

I think about my life, and what will become if it.

It only feels like I've been sitting there a few minutes, but I look at my clock and see that it is quarter to six, and I still need to change.

I lazily get up and look in the drawers. I pick out a white button down shirt and a pair of khakis and I change into them and slowly make my way to the food compartment of the train.

When I get there, Frenchie, Mags, Zeeta, and Crystal are all already sitting there, eating their food.

"Hello, Finnick!" Frenchie says enthusiastically, "Just in time for dinner! Sit, sit! We've got some questions to ask you!"

I sit down at the remaining seat next to Crystal. She looks at me and gives a forced smile.

"Well, now that we're all here," Zeeta says, as a plate of food is served to me, "We need to discuss strengths and weaknesses."

"We can do this separately, if you want," Mags says, "It's your choice."

Zeeta rolls her eyes.

"There is no point in doing it separately, you two are both going to ally with the careers, correct?" She asks, giving us a look that clearly said 'you better ally with the careers.'

"Oh, duh!" Crystal says, like it was the most obvious thing it the world. I wasn't so sure, though. Would the careers even want me? I'm young.

"Uh, I guess," I say, taking a bite of my food. It's delicious, but my mind is somewhere else right now.

"There is no guessing about it," Zeeta says harshly, "You two will join the careers, because it's your best chance to win. Now, what are your strengths, Crystal?"

Crystal smiles as she recites the list of weapons she can use skillfully. Daggers, swords, bow and arrows.

"Good," Zeeta says in response to her list of weapons. "And you, Finnick? What can you do?"

I hesitate for a moment. I know I'm good with tridents, but I have never seen a trident in the arena before.

"Well, I'm good with tridents. And with tying knots, and fishing, too," Zeeta doesn't seem as pleased with me as she did with Crystal.

"That's good, Finnick," Mags says, grinning. I'm glad she's my mentor, not Zeeta. "There probably wont be a trident in the arena, but you can do the same thing with spears, and let's hope there's water in the arena, so you can fish."

Zeeta still seems thoroughly unimpressed. You can tell that she's certain Crystal will make it further than me.

We finish eating and we talk with our mentors and Frenchie until nine o'clock.

"Well, we have a big day tomorrow!" Frenchie says, "Tributes to bed! You want to be nice are rested for tomorrow! Opening Ceremonies!"

And with that, we are sent back to out bedroom compartments. I'm not tired at all, but I lay in bed until I fall asleep, at about three in the morning.

I wake up to the sound of Frenchie's chipper voice at 7 the next morning.

"Wake up, darling Finnick!" She says, "We've just arrived in the Capitol! Wake up!"

I roll out of bed and get dressed. I walk out of my compartment and see Mags waiting for me.

"Come on, Finnick," She says sweetly. "I'll show you your room in the training building, then we'll go to meet your stylist.

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