A/N: Hey guys! Thank you so much for your reviews, I really appreciate them! But let me clear up some things:

Haymitch having dark hair. In the movie, Haymitch had blonde hair, and I personally liked that description better than the book one, so I used the blonde Haymitch.

Maysilee having blonde hair. I went back and edited that.

Haymitch being sixteen when he entered the games. When I began writing this story, I liked the idea of him being picked on his last year; and Effie's pregnancy has to do with it being his last year, so I chose eighteen.

There you go! Enjoy the chapter!

"So…we should probably start thinking of ways to…you know, survive?" Maysilee asked, shrugging her shoulders. "Maybe find out how the arena works? What's good to eat?" She added, playing with her hands.

"We're gonna die…" Benti and Quila simultaneously breathed, staring at the ground. Maysilee nodded, waving them off.

"That's nice. What about you, Abernathy?" She asked, turning to Haymitch. He sighed, looking up at her.

"They change the arena every year." He said, cracking his knuckles. "Aren't we supposed to have a mentor of some sorts?" He asked, kicking his feet up on the coffee table. Just then, a short, scruffy, young man entered the train car.

"Oh, that's right. Theres four of you this time." He smiled, taking a seat between Quila and looked between the two of them before realization dawned on him. "Are you Stickmans?" He asked, tapping them on the shoulder. They both nodded sadly. "Oh, splendid! I'm a big fan, big fan! I've mentored your siblings, you know. Limi was my favorite. Quite a fighter that one she was! Quite a shock when that fireball was shot through her throat though, wasn't it?" He cheered, clapping them on the shoulder. "Not the talking type, eh?" He added when they said nothing. He turned towards Haymitch and Maysilee. "Oh, do excuse me! My name is Colemin Stykes. I'm your mentor." He grinned.

Maysilee stared at Colemin, mouth agape. She gapped for a moment before leaning back in her chair. "That's bullshit." She shook her head, throwing her hands in her lap. Colemin chuckled, shaking his head.

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep you alive." He grinned, clapping his hands together.

"Because you've done a great job over the last few years." Haymitch rolled his eyes. "My god, is this stupid this stupid thing ever going to leave?" He growled, getting up from his chair. He just wanted to get it all over with. He wanted to win, and provide for Effie and his family, and just not be in this situation anymore.

"No need to get moody Mr. Haymitch. We're all upset." Benti mumbled. Haymitch spun around, his face hard. Anger began rising in him, and he advanced towards the small boy. He hated himself already, and he hadn't even made it to the Games yet. He hated what they did to people. He hated what the Capitol did to people; to him. Before he knew it, he had pinned the pale blonde boy against the wall, growling in his face.

"I'm not upset." He growled. "Because I know that I have a chance of winning. I have something to fight for. Unlike you, and your pathetic mother." He spat. He didn't know where it came from. Maybe it was the stress from being picked for the Games, or the fact that he was going to be a father and that he might not be there to see the kid. "Lay. Off." He added, releasing Benti from his hold. It took him a moment to gather himself to realize that everyone was watching him.

"Save it for the arena, kid." Colemin warned, glaring at Haymitch sternly. "That's no way to get sponsers. Pull yourself together." He gripped Haymitch's shoulder, before leaving the car.

The train started.

Haymitch looked to the other tributes, and licked his lips. "I'll be in my room." He sighed, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

The room wasn't as small as he thought it would be. Although it was a train, it was a Capitol train, and he excpected more. He'd only been in a Capitol train twice; when he had visited the Capitol with Effie, and coming home from it.

What really interested himwas the cart outside of his room. Champagne, wine, beer, and other drinks sat in the cart. Haymitch had never tasted alcohol; he never got the chance to. He was pretty sure he wasn't allowed to now, but he grabbed a random bottle anyway and hurried into his room.

The alcohol tasted bitter against his tastebuds, but it left an after taste that he wanted more of. Pretty soon he had finished the bottle, and was slightly buzzed. He decided he liked this feeling. He wondered if they had already started filming him. Would people want to be his sponser f they saw how pathetic he was?

He felt around his bed and was disappointed when he couldn't feel Effie beside him, like he usually did when she snuck into his home at night because she got lonely. The warmth of her body against his was gone, and he felt as if he desperately needed it. He felt cold without her.

Baby names started to run through his heaed. Abriga Sadeen if it was a girl; after both of their mothers. Or Claude Orwin after both of their fathers, if it was a boy.

How did he get into this? Oh yeah; sex. A night of Effie turning a kiss into so much more. A night of Effie being completely unhinged, and putting her complete trust in him. But of course they didn't have condoms. He couldn't afford them, and of course she didn't carry them. But she went for it anyway. Maybe because she just wanted him before she couldn't have him. It happened three nights before the Reaping.

All this thinking was giving him a head ache. He rolled over in his bed, and hoped the train ride went quickly before falling into a nightmare filled sleep.