Hello! Thank you to Radio Free Death for leaving me my very first review. I am very grateful. I have changed my first chapter a bit explaining that not only District 12 will be trained but all the underpriviledged Districts (which means all the Districs except District 1,2 and 4 that are already trained).

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the Hunger Games, it is Suzanne Colin's piece of art only!

Chapter 3:

Every sixteen year olds were out in the school field. The chief of the trainers was waiting for everyone to shut up. Yes, that is how I named him. No name means surnames. No personality means describing. He waited until every single person stopped talking and until we could hear the wind whistle perfectly. He opened his mouth, finally, to speak:

"I am glade I have now all your attention. I will make this clear from now on. This is not a moment of amusement. This is training and I will not allow any disrespect towards any trainer nor will I allow bad behavior. "

He waited and the silence stretched.

He spoke up again:

"You are fifty-four sixteen year olds. I will separate you in three groups of eighteen. I will call your names and you will step in front. Allery Sterd, Thor Mlaxden, Sacherlla Til…"

He listed the names and a strait faced women, in her thirties, walked in front with an other man her age.

Once the first group was sent away, the Chief of the Trainers started calling other names. I was in it. As was Madge. I smiled when she joined me in the front.

Every thing was pretty slow. We were placed and leaded to a corner of the field and did basic exercices. Squats, laps, stretching… I wasn't impressed.

I exhaled when I heard I was being teamed up with Matt Thinger. I wasn't in the mood to talk… Talking takes so much energy. Opening your mouth, forming them, making them clear, adding emotion and intonation. Using the right words to explain carefully what you mean. I mean it wasn't tireding when the subject was interesting nor was it exasperating when the discution actually went somewhere but when I had to do small talk… That was grating and I hated it.

Unsurprisingly, Matt didn't seem that rejoiced to team up with me. I wasn't either so at least the feeling of weariness was reciprocal. I had to hold Matt's feet while an exercice and he held mine. Nothing needing of great conversation which I think saved me. I wouldn't have made a great impression otherwise. I wasn't in the mood at all. This wasn't what I had expected… This was fitness, not combat techniques.

At the second hour a young man, in his twenties came up and looked at us. I recognized him. I really did. It is Lace White behind me that voiced what everybody was thinking about:

"Holden Landon…?"

Yes. It was Holden Landon, the famous winner of the 72 Hunger Games. He had won and made quite an impression on the Capitol. He was tagged as the mysterious. The roaming young man full of secrets from District 9. I remember his games very well. I had told myself that if I once had to win them I'd play exactly like him. Nobody would play with me if they didn't know one single thing about me. It is his subtle flirt with women, his rare but mature remarques that kept the Capitol interested in him and that made him one of the most influencable victors.

"Hi!", he smiled.

We all stared at him.

"Now what the hell is a victor doing here…?", whispered a boy in the back.

"Well that is a pertinent question but I have to say… If you speaked like that to one of them…", Landon pointed up to the other trainers, "You'd get punished real hard. Maybe whipped."

Everybody stayed still for a while.

"Well…No…Not whipped, I was joking.", his eyes flashed with humour but his face stayed static.

Nobody moved until Landen spoke up again.

"I will be your second trainer. I am specialized in the mental training but that doesn't mean I won't be there for your physical training. Manda, your other trainer, will always be there too."

The silence was installed again. Landen looked a bit around and sagged a little. He inhaled and looked back at us.

" Yeah. I'm Holden Landon… Winner of the 72 Hunger Games? Ring a bell?"

"We're not idots.", lauched Vinter, a Seam boy I've seen many times at the Hob.

Landon, though keeping his composure, frowned slightly. It was almost nothing, but it was there. He was surprised. And was surprised to be surprised.

"I know you're not. I'm not an idot."

Vinter lifted his eyebrows.

"You're our superior and you talk to us like that? I don't get why we're supposed to respect you in return."

Landon walked fast in front of Vinter, took his arm, bended him in two. Vintor colapsed on the floor.

"Rule number 1. I am your trainer, as much as any other trainer. Nobody talks to me in a rebellious way. Nobody disrespects me. I get to disrespect you because I am you're superior. I have power over you, yes I do and you have no power over me. Remember that. The list of rules will become longer with time. Keep paste with them or you'll get hurt.". He looked at every single one of us. When he looked at me, I felt like his eyes pierced through me. His aura was powerful. He was dangerous, he was deadly.

"Get up."

Vinter got up.

"Name."

"Vinter Lerg"

"Good. So Vinter. What are you good at?"

Vinter bit his lip and looked back at his friends.

"Vinter?", asked Landon. "Look at me. Not them"

Vinter looked back at Landon and lifted his shoulders.

"What does that mean"

"It means what it means"

Landon took Vinter's wrist twisted it and Vinter fell once again to the floor.

"Careful Vinter… You are being very… mean with me…"

Vinter got up quickly and said:

"It means I don't know."

Landon turned his glare to Madge.

"Name?"

"Madge Undersee"

"What are you good at Madge?"

"I'm good at not talking."

Landon balanced his head on the side:

"Interesting. You? Name."

"Hanna Zlotev"

"What are you good at?"

"Purifing water…?"

"You come from the Merchant part of this District?"

"Yes"

"Typical blond hair… I caught up fast…", Landon smiled on his own, like proud of himself for being able to have figured it out on his own.

"What does your parents do?"

"They purify the District's water and distributes it around town."

He nodded and then said:

"Those who are tired can sit down."

Nobody moved.

"This isn't part of any test, you really can sit down if you need to."

Many crouched down. I frowned at myself. Landon was still standing. He was watching carefully and didn't move. Why would he invite us to sit down? So I stayed up, so as did four others. I then quickly identify Peeta Mellark. He was looking at me but as soon as I made eye contact with him he looked away. I would have thought this was weird but this was Peeta Mellark and we have been looking away from each other all our lives.

"Everyone that stayed up tell me your name. Except for you, miss Undersee, I remember your name."said Landon

I looked at the others and Lace and Matt looked up at Peeta. He twisted his head on the side slightly and spoke up:

"Peeta Mellark."

"Matt Thinger"

"Lace White"

"Katniss Everdeen", I said with a cracked voice. I thought for a second he hadn't heard me but he did and nodded to me show me he did. His eyes pierced me again and he said:

"Not from Town. Not a Merchant."

"No."

Landon kept looking at me and I felt obliged to add: "I'm from the Seam. The second part of District 12."

"The poorer one?"

I nodded strictly.

"Thank you."

I lifted my eyebrows and nodded again. He didn't have to thank me but he did. Who was he to hurt Vinter and thank me?

London turned toward the seated ones.

"Lying is one of the most important weapon. I lied and thirteen of you trusted me. But I lied. So you shouldn't have trusted me. When should we trust people? The answer to this question is the only thing I am asking from you for next week. Have a good afternoon everyone."