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Fang POV

It was so stupid, that it was almost cliché.

The moment I stepped on the train, I was held at gun point. My back stiffened, and my eyes flicked over toward where Angel also had a gun pressed to her head. A small whimper escaped her lips and made its way to my ears.

Someone else behind me grabbed my wrists and began to pull them behind my back. My body quickly moved on its own, the years of training taking over on instinct. My right foot lifted and kicked back, popping whoevers kneecap it was that I connected with. Moving quickly, as the person fell toward his busted knee, I spun, grabbed his wrist, and twisted it behind his back until a crack resounded, telling me I'd dislocated his shoulder.

He groaned. The handcuffs he had just tried to put on me were laying on the floor a few inches from his nose.

I jumped back and sneered at the peace keeper on the ground, or as Gale and I had nicknamed them for their hideous outfits, the whitecoat ('cuz everyone knows we've got the best style and fashion sense - everything in black). A corner of my mouth twitched upward triumphantly, but the smirk faded as soon as the cool metal of a gun barrel was pressed to my temple.

Shit.

How could I already have forgotten about the guy with the gun?

"Don't move!" The he hissed.

My eyes flicked back over to his face as he tried to piece together what to do next. My fight hadn't been a conscious thing. My father had been teaching me some old style of fighting that a place called China used to use. Kong fu sounded like a fairy tale when he told me about it, but the moves worked, and when you were a rich kid walking home through a poor district a daily basis, the walk home from school could get pretty dangerous.

Despite what the whitecoat said, I slowly lifted a hand to push the gun away. No need to have him freak out and blow my brains across the wall.

"I said don't move." He yelled and pushed the gun in harder, obviously feeling threatened by me. A grin was pulling at my lips. This guy should be scared, he didn't know what I was capable of.

"What's so funny?!" His voice was going up an octave as my hand grasped his wrist.

I pushed his hand away from my head and finally let the sly smile spread across my face. "The fact that you can't do anything to me. If you shoot a tribute, the guy in white is gonna end up dead. Erased without a trace." I held my hands out, to make myself purposely vulnerable. I then pointed threateningly to the man holding a gun at Angel, "I suggest you put that away." He looked scared a moment, and seemed to debate it, but then his eyes hardened and his teeth showed through his malicious grin.

I didn't have time to question his actions before another whitecoat came up and jabbed me with a needle from behind. I whirled around to deck him, but as soon as my fist made impact my knees gave way, and my senses dulled quickly. The sedative was already making me loosing consciousness when the hand cuffs made their way onto my wrists.

"Don't worry," The one with the gun whispered into my ear, "we'll try to make this as painful as possible."

I went to spit in defiance, but the drug had made my body numb, and I'm pretty sure I only managed to drool. Oh, well. It's the thought that counts. I just hope he managed to slip in my spit and face plant or something.

And then, there was no more light.

Stupid needles.

Angel POV

I swallowed hard and didn't resist when they pulled my arms behind me. With my wrists cuffed, I stared down at Fang. It was actually quite amazing the way he moved with cool, calm stuborness. But now, he just looked kind of pathetic, passed out on the floor with his tongue hanging out. One peacekeeper gave him few hard kicks to the ribs. No one would question the bruises because of the District we came from.

Katniss and Peeta entered the room just after Fang was picked up and dragged away.

"What's going on?" Peeta asked, dumbfounded.

"The Quarter Quell's requirement. They are getting their DNA spliced now." And with that answer, they shoved me forward toward the direction Fang had been dragged.

When I made it through the door, they picked me up and laid me on a metal table face down, stapping my limbs and securing me so I couldn't move. Their roughness hurt, but a complaint never escaped my mouth. Hunger was the worst kind of pain, so this was nothing compared to it.

A lady's voice entered in among the men, and she patted my arm. The touch was comforting among the confusion, like something my mother would do. "My name is Anne Walker. Rest easy little Angel. We'll make you a true angel soon enough."

And the sharp pinch of a syringe sent me to sleep, also.

Max POV

I was easily bored, so I was having a hard time concentrating on the small talk being exchanged at our dinner table. Our stylists, Juvia and Grey, tried to ignore the way Iggy was eating - digging his hands around on the plate and eating without silverware. I was used to it, though. Iggy had told me that forks didn't help him know where food was, and he was tired of getting mouthfuls of nothing. So, he just started using his hands.

Iggy belched and grinned, showing off the corn cob pieces stuck between his teeth. I took advantage of the disgusted attention he was getting and slid the steak knife I was using up my sleeve.

"Nice one, Ig." I commented casually. Juvia turned her head toward me with a deadpanned expression. I just shrugged and smiled, turning my attention back to Iggy. "Belch boy, come with me to my room. We have to talk."

He laughed and pointed a mashed potato coated finger at me. "To your room?" He left the question in the air, and I wondered if there was a double meaning to it. I figured there was, so I kicked him in the shin. Hard.

"Yes." I answered, leaving no room for him to twist my words. Imperceptibly, I adjusted the knife in my sleeve, stood up, and walked around the table to grab him by his thick blonde hair. I hauled him toward the door with him protesting. "Come on, we are leaving now."

Once we left the room, I let go of his head. He grunted his disapproval of not getting to finish his meal, but he continued with me, his fingers bushing my shirt sleeve to keep up and follow.

I opened my door and walked across the room to sit on my bed. I felt the fluffy velvet of my sheet, letting my hand run across its unnaturally soft surface.

"So, why am I here?" Iggy asked from the doorway.

"I wanted to leave before they knew this was missing off my plate." I quickly slipped the knife from my sleeve and flung it. It embedded itself in the door frame an inch from his hand. He didn't even flinch, but instead picked it up and ran his thumb over the sharp edge.

He smiled. "You know that they don't want us with weapons outside of the training arena." It was a statement, not a question.

I shrugged innocently, which was pointless since the person I was talking to was blind.

"Is this the only reason you brought me here?" He asked handing the knife back and leaning against the wall.

"No." I answered immediately, and tucked my hair behind my ear in concentration. "You're here to discuss possible allies with me."

"This far in advance?" He sounded disappointed, probably just wanting to go back and eat dessert.

"Of course." I said, twirling the knife subconsciously between my fingers. "A good leader starts looking for her pride of cats before anyone else begins to think about it." I tapped my chin thoughtfully, letting my genetically modified fingers splay out the claws that grew on my command. I felt my vision sharpen and my senses heighten.

Iggy stayed silent, waiting for me to go on.

"You would be first on the list, obviously." I paused and counted through the people I had approved of earlier today while watching the Reapings. "Both from District 1 and the boy from District 4."

Ig nodded and smiled. "What about that boy from 12?" He teased, and I felt my tail twitch beneath my pant leg.

Stupid tail. It was the only permanent mutation (aside from the girly cat ears) the mountain lion DNA splice gave me. Our animal was the big cat that roamed the mountains our District was known for.

"Don't mention that kid." I warned. "He looks weak, and weak prey are the ones predators target most. We don't need him slowing us down."

His smile widened. "You know all that from one look?" He whistled. "And that's why you're the one in charge."

I smiled at his at his loyalty. There was the slight possibility that he was just going to stab me in the back once we entered the games, but I wasn't too worried about that. We'd been friends since our first training years, and we would stick together as long as possible, until it was just down to us left in the Games. That last thought tugged on my mind. I didn't like the idea of having to kill my best friend if we were the last ones alive.

"Iggy?" I said his name with uncertainty. His head lifted up and his cat ears flicked forward to listen to my quieter voice. "If it comes down to the two of us, we'll fight it out fair and square, okay? We won't use weapons, just a hand to hand fight to the death. Sound okay?"

There wasn't even a hint of hesitation. He held out his hand for me to shake. "Done." He said.

I reached out my own hand to grasp his, and he shook it once before pulling me toward him. "NOOGIE ATTACK!" He laughed with deep bellows. "Watchya gonna do now, Miss Kitty Queen?"

I squirmed away. "Take a knife to your jugular!" I tossed the blade away so I wouldn't actually cause serious harm, and picked up the bedside lamp instead.

He lunged forward without a weapon and managed to knock me onto my butt with his brute strength. I let out a hiss of pain.

"Ah, damn it!" I cursed at him. "You made me land on my tail!" I rubbed tenderly at it. "The stupid thing just gets in the way if you ask me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Tail?"

I glared at him and snapped. "Yes, genius. The furry thing glued to our asses."

He looked confused for a moment before asking, "You have a tail?"

My glare was magnified. "Yeah. And you don't?"

The biggest grin I'd ever seen became plastered onto his face. Loud, thunderous cackles rose from the back of his throat. "You've got to be kidding me!" He laughed and patted his rear end. "I don't have a tail."

My mouth hung open in disbelief. So I was the only one with a freaking tail!?

I crossed my arms over my chest. I didn't want to believe it, so I challenged him. "Liar." I spit.

Biggest mistake of my life...

Because he turned around and flat out mooned me with his bare white bum, his laughter rolling over his shoulder.

And guess what.

No tail.

Peeta POV

Katniss rested her feet tiredly on my lap. We were on one of the couches, going over the tributes in other districts.

"Of course, the Career Districts are the biggest threat." She voiced. "And the two from 5 seemed pretty scary."

I thought over her words. "That might not matter with the mutations now. Some smaller District could easily gain the upper hand in defenses." I pointed out.

"So we're clueless." She sighed. "I hate this Quell. It's so inhumane."

"As opposed to the usual Hunger Games?"

Her face took on its usual troubled look. She picked at the flawless cushions and adjusted her position.

"Do you really think that they have the ability to mutate the kids?" Her eyes lifted up level with mine. I could see she already knew the answer. And by the face she was making, it was obvious she hoped it was wrong.

Over the past year, I'd learned a lot about Katniss. One was that she always wanted a strait answer no matter how awful it was.

Another was how she usually hid her emotions pretty well. She hid almost all of her negative feelings from her mother and little sister. She protected her family from everything: sarvation, the Games, and even her own feelings

"They made Tracker Jackers and Jabber Jays." I was just going to stop there and avoid bring up other memories, but Katniss continued what we both new.

"The Mutts." She whispered."They made those Mutts during our Hunger Games."

I tensed. She still had the nightmares. A few weeks ago, she woke me up by knocking on my front door. It'd been two in the morning at the time, but I'd brought her over to my couch and laid her down with her head in my lap until she cried herself to sleep. I fell asleep, too eventually, not wanting to move and wake her up. By the time my eyes opened that morning, she had already dissapeared.

"They turned Rue into one of those." Her voice almost faded completely.

"Katniss." I warned. There was no need for her to go to sleep tonight thinking about this stuff and have another melt down because of the dreams.

"My mom brought a therapist over." She continued. Although her voice was bored and unwavering, her clenched fists let me know she was feeling otherwise. "I wouldn't talk to her, so my mom made the deal that I had to talk to someone about this stuff. I don't get it, though. Talking about it doesn't change the past."

Her dark grey eyes turned toward me and her emotions were swept away from them. They were glassy, almost glazed over and closed off from everyone.

"I'm choosing to talk to you." She stated.

I nodded. "Okay, I-"

"Stuffed mushrooms for the couple?" A waiter hesitantly held out a tray.

I blinked. "Uh..." What had I been saying?

"Sure, thank you." Katniss answered quickly and turned her head away.

The waiter bowed apologetically, knowing he must have interrupted something, and left.

I turned to Katniss to say what I'd been saying before. "So-"

"Let's watch some Capitol shows." She muttered frantically, and pulled her feet off of my lap. She leaned on the armrest farthest away from me, leaving the mushrooms she'd just accepted without a touch.

The remote was in her hand and and the TV was blaring a moment later. It took me a second to realize why she had been so clumsy and why her cheeks were flushed bright pink. Confusion swam behind her eyes as she tried to hide them by looking at the screen.

The waiter had called us 'The couple.' That's why Katniss was acting like this. It amazed me how kissing me in public didn't phase her, but in private a simple peck on the cheek or the use of the word 'couple' made her get so flustered.

Fang POV

I woke up covered with a silk blanket, my ribs aching like hell. I lifted up the smooth white sheet to find my my shirt was gone and my entire right rib cage was bruised a purplish color. I winced when I sat up and looked around to take in my surroundings. It wasn't a room I knew, because the place was spotless. White walls, white floor, white sheets.

Just white.

I don't know if I've said this before, but I'm more of a fan of the color black.

I shifted the sheets to push them off, and stood - the sooner out of this room the better. It's closeness to a sterilized, high-class pharmacist room was really creeping me out.

Something tickled the skin around my shoulders and a chill ran up my body. It felt similar to when a girl looses a hair, and a stray piece sticks to you, and you can feel it, but you just can't seem to find it. I brushed my hand over my shoulder to try and clear away the feeling, but my hand was stopped short by something solid. Something fuzzy?

I quickly grabbed whatever it was and gave it a yank, hoping it wasn't some tarantula, because I've heard those suckers were big. When it pulled taught, a sharp pain shot up my back and made my legs go weak.

"Ah! Don't damage my work!" A female voice called. A door opened and my attention was locked on a tall, thin, red-haired girl. She looked my age, maybe a year older. From my judgement, she had on slightly too much make-up, but other than that she was gorgeous. She pulled a full length mirror on wheels in behind her. "My name is Lisa. I just left a moment to bring this." She shoved the mirror at me. "So what do you think about the additions I made?" She motioned for me to turn around.

There was no way someone this young could be a scientist.

Despite my doubts, I did as she said and my heart stopped a moment. Long, midnight-black wings draped down from my shoulder blades like a cloak. The soft dark feathers hung and brushed the ground limply. The the skin around where the wings attached to my back had miniature baby-fine tufts of black with the slightest tint of yellow around the edges. Beneath them, was dark purple and blue bruises. I poked at it and clenched my jaw slightly.

Sympathy showed in Lisa's eyes. "Growing a pair of wings was not easy on your body." She leaned closer to me and studied my face. I turned so I faced her completely and stepped back. Her eyebrows scrunched forward.

"What?" I asked.

"Hmmmm." She thought and stuck out a lipstick coated lip. "I'm trying to figure out how your feeling." She felt my head. "I can't tell if your happy or not. You're not very good at conveying emotions." She pointed out uselessly.

I stared back. "And you seem too young to be a scientist."

She sighed and waved a dismissive hand in the air. "Any questions about them?"

I didn't even have to think before about fifty came to the top of my head. "Why aren't they yellow?"

Her eyes brightened. "Well, it's because (insert-scientific-mumbo-jumbo-here)."

My eyes had glaze over halfway through, so when she finished, I stupidly stated, "That's great, now tell me in English."

She tapped her chin, trying to find the right words to dumb down what she'd just said. "The black pigment of your hair was more dominant." She looked at me as if to say, that's as simple as it gets, bud.

I nodded understanding that versus whatever she had said before. I moved on to the next question. "Why can't I feel them. It's like they're numb."

She smiled sheepishly. "It's all of the pain and numbing medication we shot into them." She rubbed her arm and avoided my gaze. "When it where's off later, you'll have a rough night trying to sleep. Growing two extra limbs isn't painless."

I nodded. If there was more bad news, I didn't want to hear it. "Where's Angel?"

Lisa walked back toward the door and smiled as she opened it for me. "She got out a while ago. She's smaller, so she had less of a wing span to grow. A smaller wingspan means less time needed for growing." She explained to me like I was a kid. She was obviously making a conscious effort to simplify all of her sentences for me. If one of my teachers ever talked to me the way she currently was, I would have been pissed. But the way she thought carefully about each word and the way her face moved, told me she was only trying to help. And sadly, I was glad for it.

Lisa waved her hand to hurry me up, and I stepped out into a comfortable looking living room. The window's scenery was hard to find. The images kept whizzing past with the high speeds of the train.

Lisa tapped my shoulder and handed me a T-shirt. "Get some clothes on, Hot Shot." She smiled. "I'll be seeing you at dinner tonight, so you can ask whatever questions you want. The rest of the team will be there, too, so they'll also have some answers about your wings."

"Thanks." I sighed.

She blushed slightly and scurried across the room to disappear out another door. My eyes finally picked Angel out of the room. She was sleeping peacefully on her stomach. She laid on the nearest couch, although her tear stained cheeks suggested that she had suffered a bit of pain before finally escaping into the bliss of unconsciousness. Pure white wings sprouted from her back. One was tucked in, and the other was unfolded, spilling over the side. The edge of each feather seemed to have golden tips, the color of the canary not completely absent from them.

I stood there thinking about the irony of how her innocent face and white and gold wings matched up perfectly with her name. She actually looked like an angel.

I frowned at this thought. She was only receiving something that looked beautiful, when in reality, it symbolized the burden she'd have to carry. The sweet, innocent Angel in front of me would be slaughtering people in a few weeks.

An Angel of Death.

They were making us seem even more like animals to those clueless Capitol people. We were just dogs fighting in a game they liked to watch.

At least that's what they must have told themselves.

What a sick and twisted lie our country was living.

Thank you sooo much for reading! And I don't know if any of you have watched/read "Fairy Tail", but Max and Iggy's mentors are both from that show. I just wanted to use their names. To clear things up, I do not own those two characters!

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