Here's the POV's of the mentors from districts 1, 2, and 3. Hope you like. Read and Review!

POV's of District 1 Mentors

Radianna Jhemm POV

Ah, the Hunger Games, the smell of blood is in the air. Ah, yeah I remember six years back, the moment I had won. I was eighteen and it was just me and my partner Gawldin battling it out. I faked him out by pretending that the blow he gave to my knee cap crippled me. Then when he let his guard down SLICE, the next thing the viewers saw was my katana coming out of his back, bathed in his heart's blood. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it at the time, not that I'd ever admit that. I've got a reputation to uphold as a victor for District 1.

The reapings are going to start soon and yet there is one important person missing. There are Peacekeepers, the District escort, the kids to be reaped, no the one missing is...

"How's it going Radianna?" I turn around to see the other mentor for District 1, Trijoor Trobv, looking at me with a big smile across his face. I really want to wipe it off

"There you are Trijoor! What took you you brat!" I had been waiting patiently for him to show up early like I told him the other day. I've literally been tapping my foot for an hour waiting to discuss how we would mentor these tributes.

"Sorry, sorry, but you know me. You were my mentor about five years back and should know how I do things." He is so lucky the cameras are going to be rolling any minute now otherwise I would make him regret that statement.

"Well, if you mean that I know you're an idiot too dumb to remember to go to bed early yes I know you very well. Trijoor we need to discuss how we'll train the tributes. We've got twice the normal amount of tributes," As I said this my foot tapped even faster. I am seriously pissed at this guy. He always overslept when I was his mentor for the Hunger Games last year and I had to wait for him to get up. Sure I've tried to wake him up, but trying to do that is the same as trying to wake up a rock. No reaction. Not to mention how he almost never listened to me when I tried to help him stay alive in the arena.

"You're making too much of it. Haven't you heard the saying 'Better late than never'?"

"Haven't YOU ever heard of the saying 'Early to bed early to rise' Trijoor? Because that works the other way around!" My voice had started to rise. I knew I was causing a scene, but I couldn't help it. I get REALLY mad when I'm kept waiting "I am tired of you always spending an extra two hours unconscious while I'm up waiting-"

"Wait, wait, waaaaaaaiiiiiit. Stop talking now, the-"

"No I won't stop talking until you learn to go to sleep early and not make me waste my damned time in the morning!" I hated this guys constant lateness, and no matter how many times I'm kept waiting I still get angry at the one who's late "Alright! I'm sorry! Just shut UP, okay! God, the Hunger Games may not have killed you, but your blood pressure sure as hell will!"...He did not just say that.

Trijoor Trobv POV

Oh, no. I've really stuck my foot in it now. "Did you just tell me to shut up?" I think there's a blood vessel about to burst on her head. Oh maaaaaaaan, there are two things Radianna hates more than anything.

One, to be kept waiting.

And two, to be interrupted, especially when 'thing that Radianna hates more than anything one' happens to her.

"N-now Radianna just cal-"

"I was perfectly calm until you showed up!" Whoa she's yelling now, and she's starting to scare me I have to admit. Better back up a few feet. Weird, her foot is tapping really fast now. I wonder if she's aware of it.

"Radianna c'mon, you look really pretty today." Please let this work. Oh please, oh please let this work!

"That's not gonna calm me down Trijoor Trobv. Ever since I took you under my wing you have constantly ignored me. In the training center the only lesson you learned, one of many which I worked so hard to teach you, was how to hold a sword." Oh right that's thing number three. To be ignored.

"So instead of teaching my lessons to you the old fasioned way," I don't like the way she's clenching her fist, or that grin on her face. "I think I'll pound them into your skull!"

So she wants to fight? I could sense evil intent hidden behind that grin. Oh well. "So you wanna lock horns, huh? Well I'd be happy to oblige." I get into a fighting stance and prepare to take on my former mentor.

"You are going to wish you listened to me Trijoor." Man she really has a bad temper. I never even really ever slept in I just always came late because it was fun to mess with her. The idea wasn't even mine. It was given to me by the other mentor that year. All of the Peacekeepers, the other victors, and even the citizens know about her rottent temper. She's been a mentor twice, not including now, and each time her partner purposely came late. When this happens it's best to let her yell and scream until she calms down, but I yelled at her in the middle of her rant which really ticked her off. Wait why did I.. oh never mind I've gotta focus.

"Oh, we'll see Radianna. Are you forgetting how I ripped off a tributes arms by grabbing them and kicking him in the chest. I can tell you I didn't get the name 'Golden Leg' Trobv by sleeping in." I know I shouldn't be doing this live on TV, but I just cant pass up a good... oh crap! That's why I tried to calm her down. The cameras are rolling.

"Wait, wait, oh please wait! Radianna we're on-" POW, a fist right to the stomach. That hurt, and I steeled my stomach too. "What was that?" She had a really smug look on her face.

"...*cough* we're on live." Then she jerked and stood straight up back erect and her arms and legs were a straight as an arrow. She was really camera shy. It was almost sad to watch like this. Then again it was also funny to watch her walk around like she had gout in her knees and elbows and couldn't bend them.

"Trijor! Why didn't you tell me that!" She whispered through her teeth as she smiled for the camera's. Oh man, why me? "I tried earlier when you were lecturing me Radianna, but you, ouch, wouldn't listen" "Oh... hahaha..." "Haha*Hack* *cough*" My gut still hurts from the blow she gave me. "Wanna forget about this and meet this year's tributes?" "S-sure." Radianna walked up the stage in a way that would put a trained soldier to shame while I clutched my stomach trying not to fall down in pain. Man, she may have bad temper, but she's got a good arm to make up for it.

POV's of District 2 Mentors

Dianadi "Deedee" Fenzes

"Hmmm, I bet that... oh, and if I use this shape... yes yes yes!" I did it. I've finally completed my next great weapon.

"What do you have there? Another method for killing? That's the only time you put on an expression that shows any emotion." I'll just ignore that last statement. The other mentor for the District 2 tributes Sentawn Erder looked at my sketch with a smile behind that grey mustache of his. We were both pretty interested in the Hunger Games and typically discussed how to make the battles more interested.

"Actually it's a weapon for tearing out a person's heart. I bet the Gamemakers'll be clamoring at my door for these ideas." It's such a good feeling when I make a new method for killing for my book. I wonder why people get creeped out when I tell them that?

"Oh, if only I could think up idea's for the Games like you. Alas, Deedee, the closest I can come to that is watching the Hunger Games and imagining how the Games will play out." Sentawn has loved watching the Games since he was a kindergardener. Even when he was a toddler he would jump for joy when he watched them. At least that's what I've heard.

"Well Sentawn it's only a book of ideas that I work on for my own enjoyment, I don't really think the Capitol will publish it because it'll give people knowledge on how to kill. If others haven't read it then they will be at a disadvantage." It really is fun. I started thinking up ideas for murder when the Hunger Games started and I got hooked on it. I had so many ideas leftover that it felt like such a shame to just leave them to be forgotten, so I started my book Ways of the Kill solely for the purpose of self-entertainment.

"I suppose you're right, though it's too bad. It seems like quite a waste." We've always been on good terms which isn't exactly the norm for Victors. There are those who have different beliefs in the Hunger Games, like it's wrong to have them. I don't know what goes on in the heads of those people. The Hunger Games are a chance for fame and glory for a child, the best thing to happen to Panem ever. Whether they be good or bad we should enjoy them. They're part of our daily lives and aren't ending anytime soon if ever.

"By the way I've been meaning to ask you something Sentawn,"

"Of course. Fire away." He sure is a cheery old man.

"We've known eachother for eleven years since I met you in Victor Village after winning my Hunger Games, yet you've never told me how you won yours."

"Hmm, how I won my Hunger Games? Let me think a moment," He then stared into space and played with his mustache as he reminisced about his own Hunger Games.

Sentawn Erder

"Hmm, how I won my Hunger Games? Let me think a moment," It was about 56 years ago so it was the 144th Hunger Games and in a mountain range. What did I do to win? Of course I have a very good memory, but I'm getting on in years. The simplest things seem to be getting harder to remember. Ah, that's right.

"Stealth. I hid in the shadows and picked the tributes off one by one using a knife on my own. I decided not to go with the careers, they would have been dead weight. Unfortunately, Deedee, I was forced to fight the last tribute, someone from District 7 I think, head on. I blew my cover by stepping on a twig and he saw me hiding in a bush. And then..." What then? Dawn was just starting and he came at me, but what then?

"Go on."

"Just give me a moment. Ah now I remember, he tried to carve me up with his sword. Too bad he didn't know how good I was with a knife." I started to train with a knife when I was only seven. It's my weapon of choice, though as of now I'm a bit out of practice.

"Right, you took on a thief who snuck into your home and tried to kill you. You almost killed him with that knife, didn't you?"

"Yes, although I'm very out of practice as you can tell from that man's condition." The attack wasn't so bad. I was actually a chance for me to use my old skills again. When you're trained for the Hunger Games for your whole life you get painfully bored after winning. No reason to train anymore, nothing to look forward to, we lose our purpose to live. Recently a victor from District 4 actually committed suicide because of depression from winning the games.

"What are you talking about Sentawn? You stopped him in his tracks, and you even let him live. If it were me, I would turn anyone attacking me into minced meat." Ah, youth. It seems like only yesterday I could kill a man in an instant.

"That was my intention. I missed the heart and only hit a lung. It was because I pulled a muscle and my arm jerked to the side. I'm quite ashamed of it actually." No matter how hard I train it seems no one can beat age. My muscles are weaker than they used to be and I typically pull something if I move too fast.

"Don't sweat it. It's probably for the best. Had you actually killed him there's no telling how many annoying Capitol reporters would come for an interview. Those people only want death, not self-defense." Well, she's got me there. Killing a man would tarnish anyones reputation.

"The Capitol is relentless with many ways, I suppose getting a story is one of them. It feels like yesterday I was killing off the tributes in the arena. It was so exciting, hiding in the shadows with the feeling that you could get caught any moment. When it finally happened the rush was something else. I was so excited that I didn't even run. I fought back and killed that tribute with the knife. Somehow I managed to keep his sword at bay using said knife in self defense." Suddenly a look of surprise came appeared on Deedee's face. Rather unusual considering her usual stoic expression

"Is there a problem Deedee?" What was so shocking about what I just said.

"No, it's just... that's the exact same way I won my Hunger Games." Now I remember. She fought off the last tribute who was using a sword with a knife. The way she masterfully deflected the blows, that blade may as well have been a shield.

"Yes, I watched your Hunger Games, and I must say I haven't seen anyone as skilled other than myself"

"Oh gee, thanks. I'm as skilled as an old man who pulls a muscle if ho moves more than 2 miles an hour."

"Hahaha, good one, good one." Though a little insulting "It looks like the reapings are starting, we'd better take the stage."

"Yep, let's go. I'm excited to meet the tributes. Twice as many tributes means twice as much fun in the arena and I'm anxious to get started." she ran up the stage, book in tow, as I followed.

As we were introduced, the roar of the crowd made me feel young again, as it always did.

POV's of District 3 Mentors

Aiyis Aghmps

Ugh, it's so bright out. Why couldn't this happen when it was dark and cool like my room. As an indoor person I prefer to stay locked in my room alone with my thoughts. Making blueprints is my passion, my life, the only thing I was ever really interested in. Most people get married when they grow up, but I'm one of the few who prefers to stay alone. There was this one young man Attrey whom I dated, and I fell head over heels for him. He was reaped and had proclaimed his love for me in his interview and promised to return. He had done two horrible things to me, not that I hate him for that. He really was a nice guy and he couldn't harm a fly.

Attrey was killed just when he made it to the final eight. The first horrible thing was dying. I really thought he'd be able to come back, that we'd be married, that we'd be together forever. Of course I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. I now know how cruel fate can be and have long since then stopped expecting good things to happen to me. After the Hunger Games I locked myself in my room for the whole year, exiting only to eat and occasionally play with my family.

Then the reapings happened and in what those stupid Capitol people refer to as a "cruel twist of fate." Attery's sweetheart, me, was sent off to die in the Hunger Games. Only I didn't die. I survived. In the arena I only had my wits, a few supplies and some throwing knives with me when I fled from the Cornucopia. I made an alliance with a few people, but everyone in the alliance was killed at the bloodbath and I was left alone. Luckily I found some nightlock berries. By using the poison along with the knives a simple cut killed anyone and everyone. I was then the last one standing. The victory was bittersweet. Attrey was still dead and the only thing I had to look forward to was to go back to being locked in my room.

"HEY! AIYIS!" Then a voice snapped me out of my thoughts

"Wh-what! I can hear you perfectly fine!" How long has this man been here?

And more importantly who is he? A short husky man, who is completly bald with blue eyes. No, I'm good with faces, especially since I don't see that many these days so I know that we've never met.

"Did you here anything I said to you? Like my name?"

"Oh, ah yes I have. You're name is... uhm..." Think. Think. I'm sure I heard his name while I was lost in thought. He said his name was... it began with an "N"

"N'Saulitor? The victor you're working with to teach the tributes how to survive?" Oh damn. I've got to pay more attention to my surroundings. I always feel so stupid when I'm asked about things I'm told, but didn't listen. When I was informed of the fact that I was a mentor tis year I sent an e-mail to the victor I was working with. The victors sent me their e-mail hoping I would

"Right, sorry. So N'Saulitor, how are you today?" I'd better start some small talk. Hopefully he'll forget how I ignored him.

"I'm just great. I saw my daughter today and I'm gonna say goodbye to her later on." He was giving a wide grin. I wonder if he new that he was smiling, or was just so happy to see her.

I hope we don't talk long. I want to start writing down some formula's to make a new type of force field. It'll be much more efficient, using much less energy than the normal force field. Hopefully that'll give the Districts more energy. Ever since the second rebellion the president had put a huge barrier up around the Capitol. He really just did that to shut up the public there. They were totally paranoid, and didn't care about how useless the barrier was, or how kmuch of a burden it was on the Districts.

"AIYIS!"

"Oh! Sorry! I was thinking to myself. What did you say?"

"I was talking about my family. And I thought you were listening."

"My bad." I did it again! This is part of the reason I don't go out much. I'm bad at dealing with people. I can never hold a conversation because I start thinking about something else entirely when I talk to someone.

"So about this family of yours, who else is in it? You mentioned a daughter." I wonder what my life would be like if I had had a family.

"Well, I got married after I somehow won the Hunger Games. Unfortunately I was really stressed out after them and started binge drinking when I was married to forget my troubles. And when I drink I become very... unpleasent. My wife divorced me after two years. Right after that she was concieved with my daughter Wrin."

So this man had his own life ruined by the Hunger Games as well. I suppose we're just some of the unlucky ones. Others live out their dreams surrounded by friends and family, able to move on from the trauma and the lives lost. People like me and N'Saulitor simply can't get past it and are haunted by it every day.

N'Saulitor Ckote

"Yeah, I have custody of her on the weekends while my wife does on the weekdays. Here's a photo." I take out Wrin's photo. One of the most beautiful faces I've ever seen.

"She looks more like her mother, but she got her eyes from me. Her 7th birthday came up a while back. It was so good to see... Aiyis?" Lost in thought again. Better snap her out of it. I really just wanna talk, it's the only thing that calms me down right before the reapings. Okay first I'll call her name a few times, snap my fingers to try and get her attention and so it seems, yet again I'll just have to yell-

"AIYIS!" Great I've brought her back, but now the trouble will be keeping her here outside of her thoughts

"Ah, sorry N'Saulitor. Oh my, I'm so rude. Please forgive me." At least she doesn't seem to mean it. Everyone knows everyone else's family member in Victor Village, Aiyis is really the only one who stays alone. Most Victor's want human interaction, especially the other Victor's who understand what's happened to them. Aiyis is in many ways the opposite, needing no one to help her carry the burden ever since Attery died 23 years ago, but this doesn't make her better off. She seems to resent friendship, to be afraid of getting close to another person. Not even her family feels very close to her. Though I don't blame her. Her first love died and because he told all of Panem Aiyis was forced to pay the price in the Hunger Games.

"Don't worry about it. If you're really sorry you'll tell me about yourself like I've been." C'mon I'm trying to be your friend here. At least tell me what you do locked in your room

"Me? Just a little designing here and there."

"Design what?" I've heard that she sends blueprints around the Districts to different factories, so no one knows exactly what she designs. She always asks the factory managers to keep what she makes a secret.

"I do a little of everything. Mostly they're blueprints of improved machines. From simple lightbulbs to factory machines."

"You must make quite the pretty penny."

"Oh, I don't charge money N'Saulitor. Why would I need to, I'm rich afterall thanks to my winning the Hunger Games. I just do it to help Panem as a whole. Since District 3 is the sole maker of machinery the improved machinery sent all over the country, improving the tech and increasing the speed and efficiency of how things are built or work to benefit everyone." I already knew that she was rich, I was just trying to see if she'd say why she spends all her time trying to improve machines. If she does it trying to help an entire country than Aiyis is a saint.

"Wow, I would never have guessed that. Your really devoted to the country."

"Not at all. I just want to help people, that's all there is to it." She really is generous.

"That's very kind of you. On to a different matter. Can you belive this Quarter Quell. Twice as many tributes, please. Even though it's done every year I still can't believe children are forced to duel to the death for entertainment's sake."

"It's rather appauling, but what can be done?" Aiyis suddenly put on a look of deep depression. Not that I can blame her. Nothing can be done. 225 years and every time we try to break free we're defeated and forced to live out our lives of sending kids off to arena's to die. This is depressing. I'd better change the subject

"...Well anyway I saw your Hunger Games on an old recording. That was impressive, how you used the poison from the berries on those blades to make them more lethal."

"...Hm? Oh right my Hunger Games. Thank you. Yours was rather creaative as well. How you won I mean." Well, at last I didn't have to yell at her this time

"Yeah, and I won't lie. I was pretty proud of myself for coming up with the idea of lodging a sword in a tree to use as a lightning rod. I was just lucky that the Gamemakers put that wire in the Cornucopia. I was also lucky that all of the careers chased so many tributes into that lake." I can't say I was happy with the results. Watching their bodies jerk and twitch from the electricity. There faces showed, anger, sadness, but most of all fear. It wasn't over then. I still had others to kill. I was forced to break the neck of one tribute from District 9. Those images will be burned into my skull forever.

"That is very impressive, I suppose."

"Yeah,"

"Miss Aiyis! N'Saulitor!" It was the Head Peacekeeper Faradent. These guys were all unpleasent, and the violent punishments they give out doesn't match their name. They are very cruel, but the head of the Peacekeepers here didn't abuse or flaunt his power. He's just an honest man enforcing the laws. A very stern man, but he has good a heart. And I should know. We're good drinking buddies. He even helped me learn to drink in moderation, if only I'd met him sooner before the marriage... I've got to move on from that.

"Faradent, whassup," The two of us fist bump and strike up a conversation "Who me? Just the usual keeping people in line, keeping an eye out for crime, punish any rule breakers. Damn I am so good at my job that the criminals are afraid to act. I haven't seen anyone doing anything wrong in weeks. Honestly it's a little boring." Feredent became a Peacekeeper for the rush of catching criminals so I no he's much more than a little bored. "But enough of that. The reapings are starting soon. I figured I should remind the two of you to go on stage." As he said this he glanced at Aiyis. I think she's the only one he wanted to remind. Despite her being a shut-in she's actually one of the most popular people in District 3. She's mysterious, and when someone learns anything about her, fact or not, the info. seems to reach every end of the District. I heard that she was really spacy but it wouldn't have been bad for this to be wrong.

Oh no. She's in la-la land again.

"Miss Aiyis are you listening? Miss Aiyis?"

"Hold on, hold on. She's left us, but lets see how long it takes for her to realize she has someplace to be."

"Huh! Is that really a good idea N'Saulitor! What if she's late?"

"Then she's late. They won't start without both mentors on stage, they can just postpone the reapings until Aiyis can get to the center of town. I just wanna see how long it'll be until she stops thinking and observes her surroundings to find out about the situation. We'd better get going. So I hear that your and my daughter ganged up on our son, is that right? It seems he's inherited your brains. The proof being him taking on two people at once."

"Hahahahaha! Oh he's a chip off the old block. Sounds like the time I took on these two thugs on my own. Got my ass handed to me."

As we talked there was just one question that bothered us. It would stay with us until the reapings started. Will Aiyis ever stop thinking and head to the stage?