Thank you all so much for all of the positive feedback and alerts for this story! I'm so glad you all are as excited about this as I am! I love BTR and have recently fallen in love with The Hunger Games and I'm glad to see that you guys love both too! :)

Anyway, sorry for taking a while to update again. I've been busy with family things and celebrating! Speaking of which, Happy New Year everyone! :)

And now...here's Chapter 2! Enjoy! :)

The Big Time Hunger Games: Chapter 2

Kendall got on his train and settled in for the ride to the Capitol where he would be staying for the next week to train and get ready for the games. He sat by the window and watched as he left District Two and then went into land that was unfamiliar to him. A little while later, someone came and got him to go eat dinner and to give him some more information about what would be happening once they got to the training center.

That night, Kendall was lying on his bed in his room on the train. He was thinking about what he was about to get into. He was thinking about how less than twenty-four hours ago he was just a normal boy that was home with his mom and sister, enjoying their everyday lives. He had known that he had the chance of being chosen for the Games, as his name was in the bowl multiple times, but he never thought that he would actually have been the one picked. It was a shocker to him and his family. He knew that Katie was frightened that he would not be back- and his mom was too.

He soon arrived at the Capitol and after getting settled into his room, he went down to the training center to meet the rest of the tributes. He had gotten down there a little early, so not many others were there. He looked at the few that were to compare himself to his competition.

Well, those guys don't look like too much of a competition. Kendall thought at he looked at a couple of tributes. Just then, a guy with a number one on his training shirt walked in. That guy might be some competition. Kendall thought as he looked at the tall guy from District One. But I will do whatever it takes to make it home to Katie and mom. After that, another guy walked in, this one wearing a number eight on his shirt. That guy doesn't look like he'll be much trouble. He's kind of short, but I guess that could mean that he's quick. But I should be able to take him. I'm fast too. Finally, the last tribute arrived wearing a number twelve on his shirt. Wow, that kid is small. Poor guy probably won't stand much chance. Unless he's fast or something, because he sure doesn't look like he has much strength. I know I can take him down. Easy target. Kendall's thought were interrupted as the tributes were instructed to split up and go to the stations that they wanted to.

Kendall went to the station where they were working on shooting with bows and arrows and spears. There were a couple of others with him, but he quickly noticed that he was much better than they were. As he was training, he also kept an eye on everyone else at the other stations to see how they were doing. He noticed that the Tribute from District One was very skilled at everything he tried and it didn't look like it took him much effort to do anything. He's probably been illegally training for the past few years. Kendall thought to himself. He found the Tributes from Districts Eight and Twelve that he had seen earlier and noticed that they were slightly struggling with their training. Even though he knew that he would have to kill them to win, he started to feel bad for them, knowing that they quite possibly might not make it home to their families. But that feeling quickly passed as he remembered that he would do whatever it took to get home to his family.

The train ride for James was fairly short and he was quickly at the training center. He quickly settled into his room and ran down to the training center: the area that would be his favorite place for the next week. James loved training and working out and whatever else he could do to insure his chances of winning.

Once James arrived down at the training center, he immediately started to size up his competition. But it's not like he was worried about any of them. After all, he had been training for this and he was James Diamond. At first glance, he decided that none of the other Tributes down there were worth his time. They will all be so easy to take out. The Games will be over in no time. James thought to himself. But then he noticed the Tribute from District Two. The guy wasn't overly bulky, but he did have some muscle and was tall, which made him look a little tougher. That guy might be good competition. He'll be fun to fight with. James thought to himself with a smirk. Soon, all the other tributes arrived, and James quickly decided that they would all be easy to beat, except for maybe the guy from Two.

As training started, James went straight into working hard on any and every skill that he could. He kept an eye on what the others were doing so that he could know their strengths. Mostly, he kept his eyes on the guy from Two, the only guy that he had deemed as good competition. The guy was definitely skilled when it came to using weapons, but so was James. After all, James had been trained in everything, so he wasn't too worried.

He then started to observe the others and try to figure out who to kill first. I should probably get rid of the weakest first. He thought to himself as he looked around for who that might be. His eyes landed on the District Twelve tribute. Him. James thought to himself. It won't take any effort at all to kill him off and be one step closer to victory. He probably won't make it out of the battle at the cornucopia.

As James thought about this, he became more and more confident that he would win these games with no problem whatsoever. He was determined to make it home, not so that he could see his family again necessarily, but so that he would be the hero of District One and everyone would know who his name. That's all James really cared about: being known by everyone. And that's exactly what will happen when I win these games.

Carlos hopped onto his train and settled into his room. He already missed his family and couldn't wait to see them again. At least, he hoped he would see them again. I am going to see them again. Carlos told himself determinedly. He sat down on his bed and thought about everything that he was about to face. He didn't even know everything that went on behind the scenes, so he wasn't exactly sure what all went on. He knew that he would have to go through training and interviews and a few other things before the Games even started. Carlos decided that for anything his family would see back home, he would put on the bravest face that he could muster up. It was the least that he could do to show them that he was working hard and was not giving hope that he would be back home in a few weeks. He knew that it would be a challenge, but it was a challenge that he gladly accepted.

A few hours later, Carlos had arrived at the training center and went up to what would be his room for the next week. He placed the few items that he had brought on his bed and changed to go down to training. His attire for the training was a simple pair of pants and a shirt with a giant number eight on it. He then went to the elevator and rode it all the way down until he was underground in the secret training place.

Most of the Tributes had already arrived to train when Carlos got there. He noticed that he was about the same size as everyone else, so that would make it a little bit easier, right? Except for the couple of guys who were fairly tall, one of which had large muscles. As Carlos was looking at the guy, he saw the number on his shirt. He's from District One. He's probably been training for a long time now, which is not fair. I guess I'll have to train really hard to beat him. And the guy from Two looks like he'll probably put up a good fight too. Carlos thought as he looked at the rest of everyone there. Finally, the last Tribute walked in, the kid from District Twelve. Carlos' caring heart instantly made him feel sorry for the kid. He noticed that the kid was fairly small and didn't look very strong. Carlos also knew that most of the Tributes from District Twelve had failed at the games. I kind of feel bad for the kid. Maybe we could ally together and take down the rest of everyone. But then I'd feel bad killing him. But I guess I'd have to anyway to win.

Carlos' caring side won and he went to go talk to the boy. "Hey, I'm Carlos." Carlos said as he walked up to the boy.

The boys just stared at Carlos for a second before he finally replied. "Logan."

Then, the head of the games announced that training was starting and they could go wherever to work in the skills that they wanted to. Carlos went to the knots station to work on making traps where he could catch the others. He kept an eye on the Logan kid, though, to see how he was doing. Carlos noticed that the boy seemed to struggle with most of the tasks that he tried. Poor kid. Carlos thought to himself. Maybe I will try to team up with him. Carlos decided as he went back to his task of making a trap.

Logan boarded the train after his goodbyes. He kept a straight face so that no one could possibly see what his true emotions were. He was freaking out over what he was about to face. He knew that he did not possess the physical strength to beat everyone else, especially those from the richer districts who had the strength and had been training. Even though that's illegal. Maybe I can outsmart them all. If there was any advantage that Logan could possibly have, it's that he is very smart. And he's quick. Maybe if I can just outrun them and outsmart them, I can keep myself alive, at least for a while anyway.

Logan went to his room on the train and laid down on the bed in there. It was a long ride from District Twelve, so Logan decided to try and get some sleep so that he would at least not be tired when he arrived to training.

After many hours on the train, Logan finally arrived at the Capitol. He was instructed to take the few items he had up to the room where he would be staying until the Games started. He placed the items in a corner and changed into his clothes for training: pants and a shirt with his District number on it. He looked at himself in the mirror before he walked to the elevator and rode it downstairs.

Since his ride was so long, he had been the last one to arrive to the Capitol, and therefore the last one at training. When he walked in, everyone looked at him. Probably trying to decide how to kill me off first. Logan thought to himself. He looked around at everyone else that was there and noticed that he was definitely the smallest guy there. Well, the guy from Eight is at least close to my height, but he looks like he at least has a little bit of muscle. The guys from District One and Two are way tall, and the guy from One looks like he has been training for years. And he probably has been. But the guy from Two doesn't look out of shape either. They're probably already plotting how to get rid of me first. Logan thought as he then realized that the two guys were looking at him.

Logan was too busy in his thoughts about the two tall guys to realize that the guy from Eight had walked up beside him.

"Hey, I'm Carlos." The boy, who he now knew to be 'Carlos,' said to him.

Logan stared at him for a second, trying to figure out why the boy was talking to him. Logan was also trying to decide if the guy was trustworthy or not. He finally replied back. "Logan."

Carlos looked as if he was about to say something else, but then the Tributes were told to start training. Logan just decided to choose one of the stations, as he was weak at pretty much all of them, and started to train. Unfortunately, he wasn't doing so well at anything that he tried. He was sure that everyone else had noticed and had plotted his death. Well, I guess I might as well enjoy my last few days alive. Logan thought to himself and went back to training.

In case I forgot to mention this, all of these are happening at the same time, it's just each of the boys' point of view on the event. And sorry if this seemed kind of boring, i just wanted to show how the boys first see each other and get through training. It will be more exciting once it gets to the Games :) I'm excited about it :)

Thanks so much for reading this chapter and I hope it wasn't too boring. It will get better once the Games actually start, I promise. :)

Please review and let me know what you liked or didn't like! And thanks again for all the reviews and alerts from the last chapter and thanks again for reading! :) :)