Hey guys, here's the real first chapter. YAY. Enjoy this careers, who are...different. All the careers this year are pretty different, which is AMAZING. Anyway here we go.

Tatiana "Tati" Rutherford POV

I jolt awake from my slumber to my absolute favorite day, giddy with excitement. I roll out of bed and jump around my room. Today will be the day I can live my dream, to show up the volunteers and be the hero and star of the Games! I might even get my own doll! Just the thought makes me jump and glide into my favorite jeans, ripped of course. I hop right into my combat boots, and throw on my brother's old jacket, gray and worn, over my tank top. But that's just how I like it, and I want to make an impression. I pull my blonde hair into a pony tail and rush down the stairs.

"Oh wait!" I yell, running back up-stairs. I move all the dolls of the victors from the day I was born down one.

"That spot is mine!" I set up the next glass case. I'll see myself in there very soon.

I rush down the stairs once again to find my mother cooking breakfast for me.

"Hi Mom!" I shout.

"Good Morning sweetheart!" Mom says, with that masked face. She always been like that ever since the divorce. She takes it off sometimes, but it is often there. I really could care less.

"Where's Sterling?" I inquire.

"Your brother is down at the jewelry store with Vanessa. He's working there almost full time, and once Vanessa is finally the age to be married, they can take over the store, and let me go peacefully into retirement." Mom replies.

"Alright I'm going to do down and see them."

"Alright, but take your food with you." Mom insists.

"Oh and sweetheart?"

"What?"

"You're not going to see Julius are you?"

"Of course not." I scoff.

I snatch up the plate of waffles and race down the street. I'm surprised she didn't stop me from wearing this outfit. I guess she just knows she can't stop me. No one can stop me. I've spent my entire life prepping for the Games, and it was easy to sacrifice school for training. I will win this Quarter Quell, in my last year of eligibility. I don't care what others think, I don't care if they think I'm a sociopath. I giggle. Sure I might be a LITTLE sociopathic, but that doesn't matter. These Games will be mine.

Calder Aalto POV

Sunrise. It is truly beautiful. It, like the sunset, is a pure form of art. It is a picture painted by the gods on earthy sky. I move my brush, using swift strokes to catch and capture the godly art, before it vanishes once again. Besides, I will be volunteering, and I will not see this art again for a while. When I return, I will make the most beautiful, perfect, pristine art. Then my art, my family, and I will be recognized.

The sun shines on me as I continue to paint. I have pale white skin which is not preferable to all in 1. However, my skin is bright, like my blonde hair, and green eyes. And brightness is a beautiful art, like the sun. I breathe in the scent of the morning. Everything, even the smells are a form of art. The Games will be one of my many masterpieces to come. I finish the painting with a few last glorious brushes. After I cleanse every singular bristle of the brush, I put it with my materials. I leave the sunrise painting on the porch as a promise. A promise that I will return to make more masterpieces.

I make my way off the balcony, quickly change into a black suit, to bring out my hair and eyes. I leave my room, and maneuver myself down the stairs. Both of my parents are at the table waiting for me. I'm very perplexed and have mixed-emotions about my parents. My father is quite oblivious to my art, or perhaps he just chooses to ignore my art, and me for that matter. To me, that's worse than being hated. To be ignored. That is what my family is. Ignored. Forgotten. We might have riches, but that is not enough. My father may be content with his riches, but my mother and I need more. We seek recognition, fame, and appreciation for our art. She is always there for me, and she knows my art is special. I have no doubt that my mother loves me, and I understand why she wants more, to have our family be her art, but I can't help but feel like both my parents are using me to achieve their goals. It greatly upsets me. I wish I could solve this enigma, but it will have to wait until I've completed my Hunger Games masterpiece.

"Good morning son!" says Mother cheerfully. Father just sips his coffee.

"Good morning Mother." I say in reply. I eat my breakfast, and my mother and I have quite a long talk about art. Father continues to sip his coffee awkwardly.

"I'm going to go do some last minute training with Athena" I say abruptly.

"Of course dear, and remember-"

"Art is sacred and is the very being of this world." I finish for her. This message has been beaten into my head, and it is now as much a part of me as my heart is. Art for me, is the equivalent of the heart. My body cannot function without either.

Inside the main Training building, I meet once again go to meet with Athena. Athena is not only art in her mental and physical states, but just the way she fights, moves, speaks, and acts are pure art. Athena was always very strict, and I liked that. The first time I saw her, I was immediately drawn to her. She moved with such grace, such controlled power. She moved with unimaginable speed, agility, and balance. She never got a scratch. Not one. It took some convincing, but I got my parents to let me be her student. I learned how to move with grace, and to move in and out of an enemy's reach. I then added my own weapons and techniques to the moves, creating my own art, a unique fighting style all my own. She often disagrees with my art, thinking that more than one weapon is foolish, or how I move my sword in one fluid motion instead of short, precise jabs. This is my art, not hers. However she always ends up loving my art in the end. I am often misunderstood by others in Training, but that is because they do not know true art.

However when I get there, Athena is not there. Puzzled, I decide to head down to the Square early so I don't have to deal with the crowd.


The girl seems a little weird. I can't believe I'll be stuck with her. Although maybe she appreciates art. As I shake hands with her, I see in a glint in her eye. I will definitely have to be wary of her.

Tatiana "Tati" Rutherford POV

The sun shines bright in my green eyes as I stand in the 18 year-olds section. I'm so giddy with excitement. I wait and wait and wait. When is the stupid escort going to pick the tribute!

"And now the moment we have all been waiting for." The pink male escort reaches into the girls bowl.

"The female tribute is…"

"I vol-" says a girl.

"-unteer as tribute!" I finish for her.

"Well young lady, come on up!" says Pink Man.

I laugh and race up to the stage, and flip myself onto the stage without using the stairs.

"Well, you're certainly…enthusiastic." Pink Man says with a fake smile.

"That's right! District 1, I will be your new Victor!" I shout. This is the best day of my life.

"You bitch!" screams the would-be volunteer.

"Sorry hun, looks like you won't be getting a doll version of yourself." I shout in reply to her.


"It's alright Mom, I'll be back before you know it!" I say squeezing her hand.

"Just… be careful." Mom says through tears. She then leaves the room. I don't know what she is so sad about. She should know I'll be coming back.

Next Sterling and Vanessa come in we exchange good luck.

"I'll make sure to get your baby a doll of me once I'm back!" I say. "Everyone will want one!"

"Sure thing." Vanessa says, and backs out of the room. Don't know what's up with her. Sterling leaves. Well, time for my conquest of the Games to begin. The door suddenly opens.

"Whoever it is make it quick!"

"Don't you want to see your own Father before you go?" a voice from the door says.

My face turns into a monster.

"I don't have a Father." I say in low tones.

"Tati…"

"DON"T CALL ME THAT YOU BASTARD!" I yell. The peacekeepers suddenly enter and take him away, but he says one more thing.

"Don't lose yourself to the Games more than you already have."

Calder Aalto POV

On the short way to the rooms where we will say our goodbyes, I can't help but notice the art of the building. Some paintings, landscapes, sculptures, and just the architecture in general. Mother comes to see me first.

"Calder," she says. "I know that you will return home to me, so that you may continue your art."

"Of course I will Mother." After our last time together until I return has passed. My friends enter the room. Amy runs in first, and Falon walks in after her.

"Why didn't you cam and see us before the Reapings!" Amy screams. Falon doesn't say anything. He never does. Maybe it is because he is still remembering his punishment form the Capitol. I'm alright with him not talking though. At least he takes interest in my art.

"Sorry Amy, but I was already close, and besides, I knew you would come to say goodbye."

"We have three minutes!" Amy yells. "Three!"

"Yes Amy that should be more than enough time to say goodbye, as I'll be back before you know it."

"ARG." Amy is the type of person that is always getting into fights. She loves to insult people. While it is hilarious, it gets her into trouble. Not that she can't handle herself.

"Well, make it back safe them." She says, her voice softening. Falon nods his head in agreement.

"I promise I will return to make more beautiful art." I say

"Be sure that you do." They are then taken away. The door opens again. It is Athena.

"Athena!" I say standing up.

"Well, did you I would let you leave without drilling you! I know you love your own style, but make sure to use what I've taught you too." She pulls a sword out and demonstrates some moves. I want to paint her, right here, right now. It does seem amazing to me how she got the sword in.

Sheathing the word, she says, "Just finish this Games, and come back a hero."

"Oh I don't want to be a hero, just an artist."

Athena leaves after a bit, making me empty, lifeless, without color. My dad doesn't come, which isn't such a surprise. I can't wait to see the look on his face when I come home. Then he'll have to accept me. And then I will reject him, knowing he only cares for himself. I smile. As I leave the Justice Building, I paint the first stroke of a new masterpiece that be will adored.

Thanks to grimbutnotalways for Calder and Annabeth-TheTributeThatLived for Tati. Next up: District 2!

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