author's note; so i just posted chapter one, but i decided to post chapter two aswell as ive only just started:) I will be posting tne whole story so please follow or favourite! much love 3

We don't have to walk very far before we reach the tribute train that will transport us to the Capitol. Herb seats us next to each other "Your mentors will be boarding in District 2, as that is where they are staying!" She doesn't elaborate any more than that, but then teeters off into another carriage. I find myself alone with Ryan, the last thing I wanted. "You know I dont agree with what Tams like with you". I was looking out of the window but I looked up to meet his eyes. They were quite nice actually, a swirl of hazel with tints of green here and there. I just scoff at his comment and continue looking out of the window. If he didnt like it then why was he encouraging her just hours earlier? "Fox- I mean Finch" I scowl at him. How dare he go to call me Foxy? "I'm sorry" he blurts out. He's not sorry for almost calling me Foxy. He's apologising for something much deeper. I look up at him again, this time I'm inquisitive. "What for?" Ryan opens his mouth to reply when Herb comes bounding in uttering nonsense that means absolutely nothing to me, but Ryan seems quite interested so I perk up my foxy senses. It sounds quite cool when I say it. She's telling us abut our rooms on the train and accompanies us to them. Mine is covered in the same plush material that was on the seat in the Justice Building. "Herb, what's this called?" Stroking my deep blue bed sheet. "It's called velvet dear" she's says, and then hobbles off. "Velvet" I say to myself. It even sounds smooth on my tongue. Deciding I need a shower, I leave my clothes on the floor of the train, not bothering to be careful with my dress now, my mother probably won't be having it back anyway. But I am extra careful to remove the green square of material that sits in the dresses pocket. It's the same green in Ryan's eyes, and somehow, that comforts me. I step into the shower, there's about a million different buttons that change the temperature, pressure and smells that escape the spout. It's the most relaxed I've been in years and I find myself in there for more than an hour. When I finally step out, what with the Capitols technology, the mat dries my body, I then put my hand on a pad which gave me a slight shock, that would untangle my hair. I enter my room and explore the wardrobes, dozens of them, all filled with beautiful dresses and flowing tops, jeans and skirts, lots of materials I didn't recognise, but some I did. I loved looking through them, my girly side taking over, but then resist when I remind myself what I'm really here for, to fight to the death. I pick out a simple sky blue top and jeans and decide to venture into the dining hall to see if anyone was there. We still had at least half a day before we reached the Capitol.

I was relieved to find that our mentors were inside. The woman who would be my mentor was fairly small and dainty. I wonder to myself how she won. She smiled a perfect smile at me. "Hello Finch," she had no expression in her voice, which made her creepy in someway. "I'm Alissa, your mentor, nice to meet you". Alissa held out her hand for me to shake it but I did not take it. Just stared her down, she had something about her that I didnt like, or trust. I turned away to walk down the hall when she grabbed my arm. "I knew your father". That's it, I realise what's familiar. She was the girl tribute from district 5 when my father was in them. This angered me even more. And when I'm angry, I can't stop. "You could of saved him!," I shoved Alissa back. "There was nothing stopping you! How dare you have the nerve to even touch me after what I had to watch my father go through while you just sat by and watched!" Another shove. Alissa was on the ground now. I leaned over her. "I saw you, by that lake. You just watched him die. While I died with him. You could have saved him, you had the chance" I almost whisper this to her. I grab her head with my hands, I notice she hasn't restricted anything, but she starts to now. I start pushing my thumbs into her temples. I'm so angry! How dare she! She's the reason he died, and he needs to be avenged! Alissas grabbing at my wrists now as I just push harder and harder into her temples. I see the colour drain from her face, the pain in her eyes. Just then Ryan picks me up away from Alissa. "GET OFF ME," I'm screaming "he needs to be avenged!". I'm kicking but Ryan's strong and has me locked, no way of escape. Alissas rubbing her head in pain and standing up, but I can tell she's dizzy. She just scowls at me and saunters off, presumably to go find Ryan's mentor. I'm still kicking at Ryan trying to claw my way out but he seems to find a way to calm me. "Would you run out to save me? I think we both know the answer to that, so cut her some slack" he sounded generally concerned but I knew better, he'd betray me, the same as everyone else. I waved him off but finally calmed down so he released me. "I suppose I have to go find her?" Ryan nods. "I'll come with you, I've yet to meet my mentor"

"Hopefully your encounter will be smoother" he chuckles at this. He laughs at a lot of things. I don't like it. I need to remind myself that I don't like him either but he seems to be drawing me in. I gave him a scowl for good measure, to tell him that we're not on the same team and followed him into the room that contained our mentors.

As soon as we entered Alissa rised, poised in a position so if I lunged out she would be ready. But I stayed put. ""Hi Ryan, I'm Caliber your mentor." Ryan shook his hand and they both sat at the table. I find myself awkwardly standing so I make a decision to take a seat with the rest of them. Ryan and Caliber were talking about fires, and shelters. I try to tune in, try to ignore the obvious daggers that Alissa is staring into me. It's getting on my nerves. "What is your problem?!"

"My problem is you just tried to take my life, or fatally injure me! I'm trying to work out what I can do with you" she's up from her seat now circling me in my chair taking in every asset about me. "Get up" she orders. I stand. She pokes my arms inspecting my muscles and kicks at my shins. It's all I can do to restrain from kicking back. "Your not very strong, but your fast, fast enough to catch someone off guard before they have chance to retaliate" I smile to myself. I never really have ever had much praise, but it was good. Made me feel proud. Alissa smiles, "your gonna be a fighter, I know it" she whispers in my ear. Somehow I don't believe that she's saying it out of kindness, but almost instantly we have an unspoken bond that she will try to protect me, to repay me for what happened to my father. I hear cheers outside. Me and Ryan run to the windows frantically waving at all these crazy Capitol residents. They were all here to see me! Me, Finch Seacrest! The idea was so exciting, that when the train came to a halt, I stumbled a little. Herb then made a reappearance and me Ryan, her and our escorts pushed and soved off the train. Journalists and photographers were everywhere. They were holding microphones to our mouths as we pushed through "How does it feel to be thrown into the arena with your brother?"

"What do you expect from the game makers this year?"

"What are you going to do to help your family?"

"How do you feel about your brother?"

Brother, family. I heard these words swarming around me, drowning me in them. What brother? Finally we were lead into a tall building, overlooking the whole city. Ryan looked at me with understanding eyes. What's going on? I asked with my eyes. He just shook his head and looked away. What did he know about this 'brother' thing?