Author's Note: Hi again! So this is the Tribute Parade. So, keep in mind that this is the Hunger Games, and all but one will die. Well, I thought about that a bunch the other day, right after I posted the new chapter. And after a lot of thinking, I decided that I wanted to change something. I changed the tributes of District 4, 3, and 7. No Victors will go in. Instead, it's just dear people, as that was the original Quell. It starts as Katniss POV.

Chapter 3

This is it. Prim looks beautiful, like a lump of coal, glowing as if she isn't yet a fire, but is giving off so much radiation. She's not dangerous, but beautiful. Gale has the same costume on. I'm so nervous for them, probably more nervous than I was when I went in.

At least in my Games, I knew I could fight. I could kill, if my life was on the line. I was going in with a boy that I barely knew, even if I did owe him. In fact, I was prepared to die, so that the debt would be paid. My plan was to save his life, as he had saved mine. It didn't work out that way, though. It worked out much better.

But the Capitol won't let two live again. Gale or Prim will die. Maybe both. I can't help them. All I can do is watch, helplessly.

Peeta walks over to me and tries to calm me, "Katniss, it'll be fine. They're strong. People will love Prim. Don't worry. And Gale's strong. They're survivors."

"But only one of them can," I point out. Suddenly, the door opens, and Johanna Mason bursts in, talking to Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta.

"Are we interrupting anything?" Johanna smirks.

"Little bit," Peeta says.

"Sorry, but I don't care," Johanna shrugs. Peeta inhales sharply, obviously upset with Johanna. I'm going to guess that he's just stressed, because it takes a lot to get Peeta Mellark worked up. He keeps me in line.

"Johanna, give them a break," Annie whispers.

"Why?" Johanna asks.

"Consider having your little sister and best friend sent into the Games," Finnick says.

"Too late. I've already considered it. It's called the 70th Hunger Games," Johanna gets a sad look in her eyes, probably remembering her loved ones.

I remember that year. One side of the arena was a frozen wasteland. The other was a volcano that erupted at random times. In the middle was a rocky line. If you stepped on the wrong stone, a mutt would jump out and attack. I remember the tributes of District 7. The girl was Celia Mason. The boy was Mark Hudson. That must have been her little sister and best friend. Now, I know how she feels.

"I'm sorry, Johanna," Peeta says after a silence.

"Why are you sorry? You can't change it, so shut it," Johanna spits. She's back to her usual self. Just as she says this, the Parade starts.

The District 1 tributes come out first, in glittering outfits. The boy has a suit with sequins all over it. The girl has a tight, v-neck dress with loads of sequins.

District 2 comes out in golden outfits, representing their masonry District. Three rolls out in outfits like the inner workings of a clock. Four comes out in merpeople costumes. Five reflects the light like it's giving off power. Six comes out in astronaut suits. Seven comes out in tree costumes.

At the sight of this, Johanna jumps up and shouts, "Every year! Every single year, we're trees!"

Eight comes out in big wool costumes. Nine has a costume like rows of grain. The tributes from Ten are cowboys. The Eleven tributes have farmer costumes on. Finally, District Twelve rolls out. Prim and Gale receive the same response that Peeta and I did.

People cheer, throw roses, and blow kisses. Gale keeps a stony look on his face, while Prim giggles and blows kisses back at them. Prim is so sweet, even to the retched Capitol. Even though they forced her to become a killer.

After the parade, we go up to the apartment. Of course Peeta and I have separate rooms as mentors, but we both prefer being together. It helps with the nightmares. Plus, we love each other so much that we cannot be without the other. So Haymitch gets my room, so that he can have a room designated to his alcohol.

I get ready for bed, my heart heavy knowing that we're one day closer to Gale or Prim's imminent death.

A/N: Aww….poor Gale and/or Prim. I already know how this will end, so don't worry. It's not like any of my other work. I will have a sequel, but I don't have a set number of chapters for this fanfic. So review, follow, and favorite.