Okay so it's been a while since I updated so I tried to make this chapter better-ish. Anyways, I'm going to start updating only once a week (probably Fridays) since school is starting up and I'm not going to have as much time to write.

So I'm kinda apologizing in advance but Mr. Monk is probably the hardest character I have written and as I start out, it's going to be hard for me to work out his little phobias and patterns and whatnot. Also, his "noticings" aren't going to be too grand until I get better at his whole persona so please just bear with me! I'm going to try and get his character just right.

Anyways, please read, review, and enjoy!

Chapter 2

Adrian Monk became even more agitated standing in front of the stage with the thunderous noise when nobody gave him a wipe. By the time Pixie had collected herself enough to lead Monk away, he wouldn't allow her to touch him.

"Wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe, wipe," Monk continued to mumble. He refused to move any further until Pixie impatiently called for a wipe. Monk began to twist his hands, trying to shake off the germs.

Finally, a burly Peacekeeper walked over and gave Pixie a small package of the Capital's antibacterial wipes, which were guaranteed to kill 99.99% of the germs. Monk saw the label and refused to take a wipe.

"What's wrong now?" Pixie asked, her tone getting sharper with every passing second. The Peacekeepers were having a hard time keeping the crowd from stampeding Monk, which would most likely kill him, forcing District 2 to come up with a new tribute.

"Only 99.99& of the germs are killed with that wipe. That means that there will be .01% left and those germs will multiply until they can infect me," Monk said. Pixie sighed in exasperation.

"Just take the damn wipe so we can go!" Pixie yelled. She seemed to have forgotten her perfect Capital manners.

"But I can't just let-," Monk was cut off by Pixie grabbing his hand, yet again, and dragging him towards the Town Hall. Since Adrian had never allowed himself to sweat, his athletic skills were below par and he couldn't shake Pixie off.

When Pixie, Monk, and the other tribute, Elle finally reached the Town Hall after navigating through various security checkpoints, Pixie let go of Monk and called for an extreme sanitation regimen for her tribute. She thought to herself, it was going to be a long Hunger Games.

Monk nearly cried out in joy when a Peacekeeper brought plastic gloves, handkerchiefs, tissues, bottles of hand sanitizer, wipes (the labels discreetly taken off), and face masks.

"You are my savior," Monk said, reaching his hands out toward the Peacekeeper and showing the hint of a smile. "Tell your wife and kids you saved my life."

The Peacekeeper looked at the boy in shock. "How did…how did you know about my family?"

"You keep on twisting your ring finger and there's a slight indentation on your glove. As for your children, I saw you take out two pictures during the reaping and kiss them while they called out the names," Monk said.

"Bu-but h-h-how? H-h-how d-d-do y-you d-do th-that?" the Peacekeeper stammered out.

"It's a gift…and a curse," Monk said, saying it as if he had repeated this many times.

Adrian Monk prepared himself wisely: he put on a facemask and pocketed the rest of the items. He took a wipe and looked suspiciously at it. Even though he knew they took off the tag for his sake, he felt safer since he was armed with tools of mass germ destruction. When Monk wiped his hands, Pixie sighed and looked visibly more relaxed.

"Now, we go and meet the loved ones and then we board the train for the Capital! Who's ready for the Hunger Games?!" Pixie cried out with fake enthusiasm.

Monk just stared at her and all he took from her little spiel was that he would be boarding a train. The Peacekeeper, now fully recovered from his interaction with Monk, winked at Monk and Monk just laughed nervously.

Monk, Pixie, Elle, and the Peacekeeper walked up the stairs that led to the Town Hall. It took Monk the longest because, even though the stairs were solid marble, he still didn't trust them. At the end of the fifty-three stairs (Monk counted and cringed at the uneven number), Monk dared a peek behind him and saw nearly all of District 2 splayed out, including the stage where he had been chosen. It now looked like a small play table for a child's dollhouse. He doubled over as a wave of nausea hit him and Pixie just barely managed to pull him away from the threatening stairs. As soon as she let go, Monk took out a wipe and wiped his hands. He gave the wipe to Pixie.

Elle rolled her eyes and the Peacekeeper doubled over laughing. Monk looked as if he was oblivious to their actions when he was in fact taking all the details in. Pixie, looking absolutely livid at this point, commanded all three of them to behave themselves and to follow her inside the Town Hall.

The Town Hall was painted a light blue with gold embellishments. The ceiling rose two stories above their heads and the whole top was made of glass panes arranged in a dome. A few glass panes were opened to let the evening breeze circulate the room. Monk stopped abruptly.

"What is it now, Mr. Monk?" Pixie asked, ice punctuating every word.

"There are two windows opened that are right next to each other and the other window is by itself and it's not directly across from the others," Monk explained. The Peacekeeper was trying to hold in his laughter while Elle actually laughed out loud.

"Well, I'll get the Town Hall crew on it," Pixie said, turning to walk away. Monk didn't follow. He was still staring up at the ceiling.

"They aren't even…" Monk mumbled. Pixie shot around.

"Mr. Adrian Monk. This is the Hunger Games and we work on a schedule. Move your butt along right now before I drag you to where you need to be!" Pixie yelled, her voice reverberating in the hall. Monk stood there and contemplated the situation for a few seconds. He then started to walk towards Pixie, his head still upwards. He stopped again.

"Please, please just have them close that one and open two or close them all," Monk begged.

Pixie glared at him and not for the first time she thought, this is going to be a long Hunger Games.