Hunter Duchben

"Welcome back Mr. Duchben," a distant voice said to me as touched the burning light in front of me. I shot my hand back when the pain started to hurt and looked over to the voice. A group of men stood a few feet away from me in lab coats. The room I was in smelt of cleaning products and coffee. I could have only been in The Capitol , District One was nothing like this.

"Why am I here?" I croaked at the men, "Did I do something wrong?" the large man that stood closest to me smiled and he closed the notebook he had been scribbling in.

"Why my boy, you have been chosen to compete again, in the Hunger Games...third time's the charm let's hope," he chuckled as he walked over to me with a torch. "Now I am going to look in your eyes for defects, stay still," he whispered softly as he shone the torch near my eyes. I hadn't a clue who he was and what he was going on about.

"Hunter!" someone shouted, the door swinging open, an Asian man walked in with a beaming smile on his face. He ran over to my side and clasped my hand in his. He looked at me like he was seeing a ghost as tears streamed down his face. Only then did I recognise him.

"Your that Asian dude that was killed a few years ago by Pray Jager," I coughed out, removing my hands from his, "Kazuko right?" The man raised an eyebrow at me as he pulled away.

"I am Kazuo, Kazuo Braun...we were in the final two together," He said, glancing over his shoulder at the doctors who looked terrified at what I was saying.

"I don't think we did dude, I didn't even make it to the final two in my Games," I scoffed at him as panic set in his face. Only then did it hit me.

"Wait, you're dead...I'm dead!" I shouted as I fell off the bed and crawled away from the doctors, knocking over the surgery table. Kazuo flinched when the metal hit the floor like an explosion was about to go off.

"Did you not think to give him them memories?" Kazuo snapped at the fat man whose face was white as a sheet. I died, I can remember it. I acted like it hurt so my siblings wouldn't volunteer. I can remember the relief when I realized Tillo, Shogo, Reiner and Felix made it out. I watched Kazuo get ripped apart by Pray. Yet, he was in one piece.

"No, I definitely did," the fat man stuttered out as he pulled a small tablet out and started to type something up on it. I watched with unease as he passed me it, "Remember now?" he said with a smile as the video started to play.


Kazuo Braun

I covered my ears when Hunter's screams filled the room. At least I was inside. The real Hunter just sat in silence, tears forming in his eyes as he watched the video's, his body shaking as he was torn apart by mutts in both of the resurrection Games.

When the video finished, the room fell silent, Hunter still looking at the screen.

"Well, do you remember now?" The man said, walking slowly over to Hunter who stayed still, "You get another chance to bring honour to your District-," the man was cut off when Hunter leapt over the bed and kicked him to the ground.

The man tried his best to get up when Hunter leaped on him, crushing his throat with his muscular arm as he held a scalpel towards the mans legs.

"Hunter!" I screamed as I pulled him off the man and wrestled him to the floor. Hunter eyes were full of fear and rage as head butted me and tried to run for door, myself only just catching his leg.

"You can't make me go back, please don't make me go back!" he screamed as he thrashed at me, kicking my face in an attempt to free himself. I was a career though and had been taught how to pin someone down.

I grabbed the neck of his dressing gown, pulled him towards me before slamming his body down. He screamed out in pain and i quickly turned him over and sat his back. He screamed out please and thrashed about under my body until he just stopped. His crying ceased and he laid still under me.

"I am sorry," I whimpered, resting my head on his near his ear as tears started to fall from my eyes. I had the thoughts everyday, he had to experience being killed by mutts every time he was brought back. I was alive, he wasn't. It was hardly fair.

"For what?" he groaned from under me, his body wiggling slightly.

"For getting you killed," I whimpered, the memories coming back to me one by one. The mutt tearing him apart, if I was a few seconds slower, that would've been me.

"You didn't get me killed dude, you wasn't even there," my heart sank as the blonde looked up at me with his green eyes, "Now, can someone explain why the hell I am alive," He stopped as he pushed me off, "And why Kazuko was riding me like a horse," He said with confusion, and eyebrow raised at me before shaking his head and looking round at everyone.

What did they do to you?


Duchess Snow

I wondered the halls, my arms crossed over my chest and my bottom lip poked out. It wasn't fair, I wanted to see Hunter but they just turned me away saying he was up for evaluation. Judging my the large bruise on the man's neck, Hunter hadn't reacted well. If he wasn't my favorite tribute, my father would have ordered for his execution.

I wandered down the halls looking for anyone to talk to, anyone at all. I had nine other tributes to pick from and I couldn't find one. That's maybe because they are getting ready.

"My, I look like a painted whore," a deep voice grunted as I rounded the corner. There, pacing back and forth was Gizmo in his princes outfit, messing with the cravat that seemed to be annoying him. His face was smoothed out with foundation and the eyeliner around his eyes made his brown irises stand out. Just a shame they weren't blue.

"Gizmo!" I sang as I ran towards the older boy with platform shoes on, my big dress catching around my legs. He looked down at me with confusion before looking round to see if anyone was with me.

"Hey, are you lost," He said softly, bending down to my height. My smile dropped and I crossed my arms over my chest again.

"No!" I snapped, stamping my feet on the floor, "My dad says I got wherever I want, fluffy," I stuck my tongue out at him as he touched his curly hair and gasped.

"Okay, not need to freak out kid," he groaned as he stood up to full height, "What strings did you have to pull with Snow to get us lot back in the same year anyway?" he said, glancing over me to and raising an eyebrow. My jaw dropped as he gave me a fake smile as he slapped his hand away from his cravat.

"How did you know-,"

"Not even the average Capitol girl can afford a dress like that, only Snow's daughter would have free reign over everything, including the dressing room's of tributes plus, I recognize you face from one of his speeches earlier this year," he said with pride. Nothing got past him, did it. "So, what do you want with the victor that would be worth a birthday present?" I could have lied and said I just wanted a victor I liked but he wouldn't of believed me anyway.

"I want to get married to the victor," I said with glee, rocking back and forth on my tiptoes. Gizmo paused and looked down at me with confusion.

"But you are ten...and won't we be too old when you are legal?" He was only five years older than me, he would only be 21 and people like Floki would only be 24, that wasn't too old. I could have gone for people like Lyte who were close to my age but boys around my age were gross.

"No," I smiled up at him, holding my hands behind my back as I swayed. Gizmo looked like he was trying to solve a maths problem in his head as he looked down at the ground, trying to process what I just said.

"What about the girls, they won't make very good husbands," He said placing his hands to his lips like he just couldn't wrap his head around my reasoning.

"Because I think I might be BI," I said looking down and playing with my buttons.

"Ten year olds sure have matured since I was one," Gizmo mumbled to himself, "Why not just pick one of us to bring back for your birthday, why the games?" For a smart person, he asked some dumb questions.

"Isn't it clear?" I asked, Gizmo shook his head at me, "I can't decide," I laughed, holding my arms out and spinning in a circle. "You are all so good looking-,"

"Aw, thanks sweetheart," Gizmo said, his ego being boasted.

"You're the least attractive of the bunch," I replied with a smile

"Gee, thanks," Gizmo mumbled as he slumped down the wall, letting out a huff. I scowled as he messed his hair up.

"Chip chop," I said will glee, mimicking my mother, "My interview starts in a few seconds," Gizmo raised an eyebrow at me and nodded slowly before walking off, slumped over like he was bored, forcing his hands in his silk pockets. He was a sulker, that is one thing my mother said never made a good husband.


Lottie Parker

Round and round and round and round.

The horse I was on was barely visible under the large, peach dress that seemed to engulf me, hiding my childish, stumpy legs. I looked the worst out of everyone here, a lime green wig being placed on my head and my face was painted white. I was almost certain my horse was the only worn out one on the carousel. Oh yeah, did I mention I was on a stupid carousel for my interview?

The little girl, who asked us to call her duchess, was stood in front of our horses on some sort of chariot. The spoilt child was dressed in a beautiful white dress, enough diamonds sewed on, that it would feed twelve for a year. Her blonde hair was down and in tight ringlets as her blue eyes looked over us like she was looking at a new toys. At least with toys, you pay for the larger they are.

In front of me, Vera, her blonde hair was half up, the rest curled and cascading down her back. The light blue, slim fitting, backless dress she was wearing framed every feature of her well toned body. Who knew she had such great breasts? I was jealous. Gizmo was dressed in a silver, silk suit with gold buttons on either shoulder and on his blazer. He looked rather smug. Hunter looked like a fairytale prince with a white band jacket and tight-fitting dress pants. His spiky blond hair really did suit him and went well with his outfit. Shogo and Floki wore the same, a simple dinner suit but Shogo's was black and Floki's was blue. Floki has taken his off and wrapped it round his waist.

Next to me was Vextrix who was dressed in a diamond studded ball gown, it was low-cut and she didn't seem to appreciate that as she did her best to cover her chest area up. Erwin seemed to find it hilarious. He was dressed in a black suit, waistcoat and black and white polka-dotted tie. His blond hair was slicked back and a black pocket watch was tucked in his breast pocket. Theo looked the best though, dressed in a black suit and waistcoat with a crimson red flower pattern on it. His black bow tie was the best part, standing out against his white shirt. He looked good and he knew it. Right at the end, tucked away from everything was River, dressed in a stunning long, flowy turquoise dress. It was not surprise they left her hair alone. She looked beautiful, just a shame she looked so angry.

"Right, I have a few questions," little Miss. Spoilt said, clapping to get everyone's attention. I am glad she clarified she had questions, the fact this was an interview hadn't given that away. "Fail to answer some of these questions could result in horrid consequences," she stumbled over the last word, clearly reading off a script, she must have practised that word over and over again. Being threatened by a ten-year old was strange, it made my inner career cry. I could crush her in a second, but her dad could crush a District so I guess she wins.

The ride slowed down as two men wheeled out a large glass ball full of slips, much like the one at the reaping. This looked like it was going to be bundles of fun.

"I will pick a question from the ball and ask each one of you one question. You have to answer all of the questions and your answers will have a domino effect," I got the feeling that this girl had a very messed up mind. At least the normal interviews don't make you feel like you were being interrogated. "First up is, Floki," Duchess said with a smile, plunging her hand into the glass bowl and pulling out a carefully folded slip.

It's most likely going to be something like, why should you win the Games.

"Floki Grimm, what is your view on family?" She said, offering the tall, dark-haired boy a smile. Floki paused for a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. Well that was different.

"Family, to me, are people you love deeply and would protect them no matter what the cost. Family is your legacy," He said with pride, puffing out his chest as if he did so. To anyone else, it sounded like a man who had dreams, not a man who volunteered to die.

"Excellent," Duchess said, a large smile on her face, "Next is Shogo, do you ever want children," she asked the well-built asian who looked at her with confusion.

"Erm, I don't know," He said, scratching the back of his head, "I mean, I already have one kid-"

"Would you want more?" Duchess snapped, forcing Shogo to jump slightly.

"Yeah sure, someday I guess I do," Shogo spat out at the little girl.

"Aw, that's so sweet," the girl said, cocking her head to the side like a puppy. "Now, Gizmo, what do you look for in a wife?" Gizmo smiled at this questioned at sat up, straightening himself out. I would be surprised if his answer consisted of butts, boobs and their ability to give a-

"Smart, independent and someone who will stick by my side no matter what," He said, smiling softly at Duchess who looked like she had been given a diamond. It was bull of course. I looked at Gizmo who looked around with a smug smile on his face. He was always smart and he was planning something, that made him a threat I had to get rid off.

"Vera, do you love Frankie?" Duchess asked the girl who seemed to be lost in her own world up until that point. What an oddly specific question, good job Hunter didn't get that question. That would've been awkward.

"Yes," She said with confidence, short but sweet I liked it. Duchess on the other hand looked like Vera had killed her puppy and quickly moved on.


River Summers

On and on the questions went, the little girl droned on like and old women. The only one who didn't get asked questions was Lottie. Judging by her dress, I don't think Duchess was that big of a fan. But why bring her back then.

Dolled up men danced around the seated tributes, offering us cakes and sweets, their faces orange. Vera took one of everything where I refused everything I was offered. I was more bothered about being alive that pretty little fairy cakes.

I was sick of being brought back, it caused me and my family pain every time they announced my resurrection and death. Every Time my father moved on, they dragged me back and forced me to die again in more horrid ways than the last. Yes, I killed people but there was no need to get their ghost's to scream it at my dying body. At least Frankie had enough humanity to treat me like a little girl in my final moments, not a tribute.

"River, why are you not eating?" Duchess asked, looking over to me from her chariot. I lifted my head from the slumped over position, my curly hair falling over my face.

"I don't want to be here," I mumbled. Duchess gasped before lecturing me about how grateful I should have been. I was grateful the first time, then I realized, I didn't have a chance. There was no way a fourteen year old who carves wood could win the Games. I made it to the final two last time but that was by pure luck and it wasn't like I was sane from it either. I was just a kid, I wanted to be back home climbing tree's and making furniture with my father. If I couldn't have that life, I would rather be dead.