Here are the tributes for District's 4, 5, and 6. I hope you like them. Read and review please!

POV's of District 4 Mentors

Corella Reeefs

Ah, there he is. I can see my fellow mentor just arriving. Man he looks horrible and broken. Something bad must have happened... I've gotta hear about what would make the 'Immovable Iceberg' Rodrick feel something. I've heard all sorts of rumors like that he got into a fight with his wife. Maybe his daughter was sent to the hospital like my friends said. Maybe he got drunk at a bar and was just having a hangover. I know that I shouldn't be gossiping, but I'm still young at heart. Heck I'm not even that old. I'm only 28, and no matter what anyone says that still means I'm in my twenties.

Here he is. Finally! Way to drag your feet old man. I'll just show some concern and try to work the news out of him. "Oh man Rodrick you look awful. Did something happen?"

"No. Nothing Corella." Your eyes say otherwise. They're bloodshot from being awake all night. This looks like this could take a while. Rodrick wasn't popular for being talkative, he only got sponsors in his Games because of his emmense size. He tower's above most people here, including me. Why couldn't someone who at least knew expressed emotions on a daily basis be working with me? At least I could get them to pay attention to me so I could tell them about myself. I got the most amazing necklace the other day, but I don't want anyone to think I'm self centered just because I want to talk about myself, or what I did or anything. I either stare at my little whatever so anyone can see it, or pretend to talk out loud about something, giving only vague descriptions, so someone gets curious enough to ask. I'm good at manipulating people and when I'm not doing that I'm trying to think about new ways to do it in my room.

"You can't fool me, I mean you don't look upset and you always look upset." Maybe 'inadvertently' insulting him will get a response. His normally stern face really does look solemn.

"..." Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand nothing. So your ignoring me now? You may not be much for dinner conversation, but you never ignore someone. Well its no use, the more you try to safeguard your secret the harder I'll work to wrench it out of you. People are so predictable. Using that fact is how I won the Hunger Games. I chatted with a bunch of alliances and tricked them into thinking I was on each their sides. I learned their weaknesses and exploited them, bringing each tribute down one by one. In the end the last tribute felt very close to me because I had brainwashed her so well that she had practically fallen in love with me. I got caught, held in check by a sword to my head, but thanks to my "best friends" act she let her guard down and I disarmed her. The next thing she new she was in a sea of her own blood.

"Look Rodrick, I know that whatever it is is hard for you, I can feel it, but you won't feel better," Just spill your guts, you'll be saving us both a lot of time. No human can resist my manipulation. People are just dolls for me to play with, and when I get bored with my toys or if they break I just throw them away and find new ones. Right now I'm leading on a group of little kids to think I'll teach them how to fight and convinced them to steal money from their parents, though they're taking pretty long to bring me the money this time around this time around. I am such a genius. Nothing I've thought of has ever failed. Except maybe... nothing. No nothing.

"You should know." 'I should know'? What's he talking about? No matter what Rodrick always gives me problems. This giant is more trouble than he's worth. "Fine, since you don't want to speak to me about that then what about the Hunger Games? Will you respond to that?"

He nodded and muttered "Whatever." Hm, I'll have to work at a different angle. Let's see. If I start up a conversation about the Games than I can probably lead it to whatever's bothering him. All I know about how he feels about the Hunger Games is that he hates them so I'll need to work with that. I wonder why that is? It really is out of character for a career to dislike the Games. Maybe I'll get him to cough that up too.

"Can you believe that we're going to have TWICE the tributes to teach. I bet it'll be they've done this before in the Second Quarter Quell they have to make it more interesting. What do you think they'll do." I look as scared as posible. I've got to make sure to sell my act "M-maybe a hurricane will blow the tributes around the arena, o-o-or-or possibly a tidal wave to drown a bunch of them." I'll just wrap my arms around myself looking like I'm trying to keep myself from breaking down and crying "It's *Hic* all so horrible that I *Sob* I-"

"Cut the crap."

What! No way! How did he see through me! My acting skills are grade A, and when added to my ability to cry whenever I want to, I could become an actress if I needed to work. No one sees through me, especially not a musclehead like Rodrick. Could this guy be smarter than I thought? He just used brute force in the Hunger Games, but maybe he just didn't need to think too hard. A lot of the tributes were really young, even the career tributes. I certainly wouldn't have to think too hard to kill around 23 kids. But I could just be drawing an early conclusion. Yeah, that has to be it.

"Wha... Whaddyou mean Rodrick!*sobbing* How dare you *sob* talk to me like that when I'm- wahaaah~ when I'm opening up to yoooouuuu*Hic*" Alright you've resisted me so far so lets see you ignore a weeping young lady you've distressed.

"If you want me to tell you so much than I will if you shut up." Well that was like pulling teeth "You've got a lot of wrinkles too Corella."

"*Sob* Okay you'll- What! Wrinkles!" I pull out my powder case from my jacket pocket and take a look at my skin in. Smooth as a baby's bottom.

"What the hell are you smoking! My skin is flawless! You need... why are you smiling?" What's with that proud grin on his face ...AHHHH, I've been screwed! I don't believe this. I'm supposed to be the controller not the controlled. But here I am getting lured into his trap. And I've been caught hook, line and, sinker! Okay just calm down Corella. Calm down. First I'll put my powder case back in my pocket and wipe away the tears. I was running dry anyway.

"Fine. You win, you've found out about me. I was getting bored of that act anyway." I will never let anyone know that I've been fooled.

"I've known about you for a while. Well technically I've known about you since your Hunger Games where you had eight alliances. Everyone knew about you, but assumed you only did it for the Hunger Games. And I think you know that I'm not 'everyone'."

"What gave me away?"

"Nothing, I'm just a good judge of character and I've always been able to know who to trust."

"Is that really a basis for doubt Rodrick?"

"Well I've never been wrong about people. And it seems I was right yet again." Grr, to think I was caught because of a stupid hunch

"And about what's bothering me, it happened one month ago. Does that jog your memory Corella?"

One month ago. One month ago... That's right, now I understand. And I thought it was something more interesting. That was when his son killed himself, but I still don't understand his reason for doing that.

"Thats what I've been trying to find out? How boring, I already knew about your son Gownd Fysheenon killing himself. I- aah!" WH-why..! Why has Rodrick suddenly gotten so angry?

"So that's boring? Well Corella I'll tell you something you don't know." His face is red with anger. This is bad, I'd better get some Peacekeepers to calm him down. When I try to run he lifts me up just when I turn around, with a deathgrip on my neck.

"I really hate you."

Rodrick Fysheenon

"I really hate you." I'm enraged. This wench is incapable of understanding the value of human life.

As she struggled to free herself she muttered "W...why...?" She knows why. I loosen my grip so she can speak, but still hold her up. I don't want her thinking that she can avoid this. I won't let her go no matter how hard she struggles.

"Tell me. How did you know my son?" I ask calmly, trying as hard as I can to keep my anger in check

"The... w... we dated remember. Why are you asking me?" She is very angry. This only happens when something doesn't go her way. She didn't plan to be attacked.

There are two sharp contrasts between us. Firstly I don't care what anyone cares about me. Corella really hates it if something makes her looks bad while it doesn't matter to me. he other and most important differenc is how I actually care about human lives. Although I was a Career from District four, my reasns for volunteering for that waking nightmare was to help my family. Her's was for the fame. When I killed each tribute I knew that I wasn't eliminating competition. I was ending the lives of innocent children, most brought here by a crue twist of fate. Even the Careers I felt a little bad for, trained to kill and win the Games, but still only children. I was happy to feed my family, but I wonder if it was really worth going through all of that.

"Yes, and the relationship ended, didn't it? Why was that?"

"Well YOU should know that. He dumped me! I've never been more insulted in my life."

"I think you mean they dumped you." She stops struggling and calms down

"I don't know what your talking about." So she actually doesn't know.

"I think you do, but won't admit it. That you were dating about ten men including my son Gownd Fysheenon and they found out about each other and simultaneously broke up with you." I barely kept myself from laughing. Corella's face turned as red as a tomato because she was so angry.

"That is the last thing I want to talk about. All of them met each other at my house at one time somehow and dumped me on the spot. It made newspaper headlines. I was a laughing stock." And my amusement turned to pity. I wonder if she even knew about this beforehand or blocked it out along with any other bad memories where her plots have failed. She's infamous for plotting and getting people to do whatever she wants. She somehow keeps doing it no matter how many times she gets caught because she can't handle that fact that she was caught so she suppresses the memories. Recently the District found out that she was taking advantage of little kids by tellng them that she'd teach them, but little kids aren't good at being quiet.

"I'd imagine,"

"Wait, we're getting off topic, why are you holding me in the air by the neck."

"As you know my son was a Victor, but after he lost the Games he became depressed. He had just fulfilled his life purpose and nothing seemed to bring him joy." Gownd always just went and did his usual things. Eating, sleeping, playing around, training, but not like before he won his Hunger Games. There was a lifelessness in his eyes that only I was able to see. Otherwise everyone would have grown concerned about him.

"Are you sure about that Rodrick?"

"What?"

"When I first met him and since we started dating he was all smiles."

"That was something him and you had in common. Acting." My son was a good actor, pretending to be an idiot in order to get the othere tributes to lower their guard around him. He also pretended to be happy when he was actually miserable, fooling everyone including Corella

"So that was an act?"

"Yes, but he did find something to look forward in his life. You." She hasn't realized it. The way she talked about it I thought she knew about her importance to Gownd

"Me?"

"Yes, you were the reason he got up in the morning. You gave my son joy in his life and when he learned you were cheating on him, with nine other men no less... I think you know what happened." She doesn't seem very talkative right now. I should probably... oh no.

"Put her down Rodrick. I don't want to hurt you." Peacekeepers. Hmph, 'I don't want to hurt you'? Yeah right. They don't care about people. The only reason I wasn't shot was because I'm a Victor and that fact protects me.

I drop her and she gets up, a little shaken from the looks of it. With Corella safe the Peacekeepers leave, one reminding us that the Reapings are going to start soon and to get on stage.

"Hey Rodrick..."

"What? If you want an apology you aren't getting one." I really hate this girl, she is dangerous. Corella's a complete sociopath, something that can be ascertained by the fact that she is so good at manipulaing just about anyone. It's creepy how she does things that hurt people and can act so normal.

"I didn't kill him." Hmph, is that her version of an apology? I can't tell what goes on in this girl's head.

"I know. And I should probably say thank you." The next thing I knew she was shocked and who could blame her? She had just been thanked by the man who had dangled in the air by her jugular

"Thank you? Thank you! You just attacked me for killing your son and you said thank you! I thought I was going to die!"

"I lost my temper when you said my son's death was 'boring'." Who wouldn't get mad at something like that?

"That isn't what I meant. I only meant that I already knew about it. That's all."

"Whatever. Before you ask, I wanted to thank you for keeping my son alive." Suddenly Corella was in awe

"Are you senile or something? killed him, like you said."

"No, you gave him a reason to live. The day he met you he took a knife that had gone missing from my kitchen when he visited one day and hid in his room and put it back, saying he accidentally brought it home with him. You and I both know that this was no accident. So again thank you." there was a short pause before Corella sighed and said

"But you still hate me, is that right?"

"Yes. My reason for hating you is your callous attitude towards people, and how you manipulate them."

"Listen. You don't like me and I don't like you, but we have to work together in order to teach our tributes as much as we can. So let's put our hatred aside for now and do our job's as mentors, agreed?"

"As if I would let life be lost because of a grudge with you. Of course."

"Let's go Rodrick. It's time for the reapings."

"Yes." At least she's not totally heartless. She at least cares enough about the tributes to put aside our differences.

"Also one more thing." Why's her face turning red "I was planning to end the other nine relationships."

"And you only loved my son? Is that it?"

"If you don't believe me I don't care."

"I believe you. Don't ask why." I'm almost intuitive with people whether it's what type they are or if they're lying

"I see... wait why am I talking to you. We've got to be on stage. Move it you ancient relic."

"Don't order me around." I make my way up the stage with Corella. As I go up the stairs, my anxiety increases with each step I take. I hope that we can bring on of these many children back home to their families.

POV's of District 5 Mentors

Djina Mixen

"Oooooohhhh..." I have a migraine. My dreaded migraine that I get every time the Reapings happen. I'm told that I should go see a doctor, but I know the cause and I don't want to spend my money on something I don't need. It's because all of the stress, despair, and anguish of this horrible event that I am forced to live with bubbling up all at once. It's the same thing every year, my headaches lasting until the moment the winner is declared and I don't have to be forced to think about the killings happening live in HD. I wonder what it's going to be like teaching twice as many tributes. I wonder if they'll like me. I know that they won't respect a small young girl like me. I'm only 17, and I won the Hunger Games when I was 14. It was pretty traumatic.

"Djina?" I'm pulled out of my mind by my mother. She is really kind and taller than me. She always supported me when I was hurting or needed help. She was my pillar of support when I was reaped and was what I fought to return to, along my family. Does she know how much she's helped me in life? I know she loves me very much and that I feel the same way. If only these Reapings didn't have to happen then my life woud be perfect. I had a house in Victor Village, all the money anyone can need, my family is living the good life, and I'm in love. Yes, love. I thinks that's what it is. It was with another Victor whom I always opened up to in order to get my grief off my chest until I had nothing to complain about. When that happened we just talked about our lives, our hobbies, our families, and I had so much fun talking to him. He also enjoyed my company because he lived all alone in his house, away from his family for some reason. Before I knew it I felt my heart race whenever I saw him and realized...

"Djina, why's your face red?" Oh no she noticed. I'm constantly get teased by her about my crush on the Victor Coda Alttrin. That's his name. "I see your thinking about my future son-in-law again." she said with a wide grin. Oh no, has my face gotten more red?

"D-don't be silly." I look away so she can't see my face in case it changes to a darker shade of red. "We're only friends. Really."

"So you aren't admiring him from afar when you stare at him through the window" She knew about that? I think I should change the subject.

"So anyway these Hunger Games are pretty different."

"Don't want to talk about Coda? All right then. So do you think that you can handle this?" She suddenly turned very serious "As a Victor you have the lives of children in your hands and it's your responsibility to teach them so that they can survive." I wonder if I'm up to this. If I do a poor job then not two, but a total four people could be dead. But I have to do my best, for the sake of the tributes, and hopefully I can teach them about hiding and living off the land.

"I know. And I can do it. It's my duty as a Victor and as a mentor to use my knowledge to keep them alive."

"That's good." She seemed completely cheery again. "I was worried that you might be impaired by your headaches. Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor about that?"

"No way! That's a waste of money."

My mother let go a sigh of exasperation before going on to say "Your such a miser Djina. Your always ignoring your symptoms whenever you're sick so you don't have to pay for a check up at a doctor's office, you only buy thing when they're on sale, you act like we're still poor and living in that our wooden hut."

"I am not a miser! I just... I just like to pretend I'm in my old normal life. We were always so careful with our money and I suppose old habits die hard. You taught me how to survive off of what little we had."

Mother nodded in dissapointment. Though this seems to be for herself. "I suppose I did. Though teaching you to ration food did help you survive in the arena."

"Yeah. I can't thank you enough." For no reason I wrapped my arms around my mother. I just love her so much for all that she has taught me. When I entered the arena I had gained some skills like how to use a blade, but not enough to survive the Games by fighting, so I did what I was best at. Running. I must have covered every square inch of land within the force field.

At first I was a member of the Careers along with my district partner and two others from District 6, but it was a lie. They just wanted four easy kills. The three of them were so trusting and they were killed in cold blood, but I managed to get away. If there's anything cheap it's the Career tributes and their promises. I snatched some supplies from the Cornucopia and escaped, aways moving, occasionally getting caught by another tribute. I rationed what little supplies I had very carefully because there was no edible food in the arena, only at the Cornucopia. If I didn't I would have probably have starved to death. I was hoping that all the other tributes would starve, but knew that this was unlikely for the Careers because of the bountiful supply of food they had gotten after the Bloodbath. After that I was lucky. Really lucky. An alliance had formed to take down the Careers and it really weakened the them.

In the end it was just me and the girl from 2. We somehow ended up in the same spot and when I was seen by her she took off at full speed actually managing to keep up with me. She was probably having an adrenaline rush considering all of the cuts and bruises she had. She was furious because of that attack that killed all of the careers. Those two things coerced her to chase me and put my head on a stick. I climbed up a cliff and scaled, but the District 2 had the same idea. She grabbed me and pulled me down, but at the same time her adrenaline rush had ended and she dropped to the ground with me. I landed in a shrub and got a few broken bones, but the girl... wasn't as lucky.

I let go of my mother "I didn't do anything. It was you who did all the work. I only prayed for your safe return. And my prayers reached you."

"Thank you so much."

"So about Coda." Oh no, she's going to bring him up. "Where is he. I thought he was the mentor you were working with. What did he say when you met with him earlier." Right, I wonder where he is. He said that he needed to run an errand but what was it... that's right.

"He needed some medication. Coda ran out of that special one he always uses and suddenly panicked."

"'Special medication? What kind Djina?"

"I don't know. Whenever I try talking about it he gets all skittish and clams up. He only acts like that with two things; his medication and the Hunger Games." Suddenly in the corner of my eye I saw Coda running here at full speed. I waved to him, but he didn't respond. Something was wrong. He stopped running and stood next to a woman with two children, most likely her son and daughter. He looked terrified, swinging his head from side-to-side like there was some sort of immediate danger. Suddenly he swung his right arm and looked down to his right like he was looking down a well and mumbled something to himself.

"What's up with him? Has this ever happened before?" my mother asked.

"No. This never hap- *Gasp*" I stop midsentence and run at Coda at full speed. I don't know why, but all of a sudden he knocked the woman down and she screamed. Then without warning he drew a dagger from his pocket.

Coda Alttrin

*Hah* *Hah* *Hah*

This is bad! This is really, really bad! I've got to get away before they kill me.

My feet are swollen and sore with blisters. My throat's bone dry. I'm drenched in sweat and blood and I'm freezing. It's night time and I can barely see a thing. But I keep running, I'm driven by the thought of getting killed by the Careers.

Damnit. Damn! Damn! Damn! Why did this happen to me! Why was I the last non-Career tribute! Why was I reaped! Why am I being chased!

I actually know full well why I'm being chased. I was ambushed by the Careers and escaped. The blood on me isn't even mine it belongs to 2/3 of the Careers, and the remaining two are on the prowl with me as their prey. I barely even knew what happened because of the darkness. Now that I think about it I think I've got a good grip on the incident. I broke free from whoever had grabbed me and cut his throat. Another came at me with a sword and grazed my torso with it before I somehow stabbed him in the back three times. The grotesque sound the knife made with each stab still reverberates in my ears. Two others attacked me at the same time from opposite sides, but I dodged them both, causing them to kill each other.

Then began the run. I left that area and just kept running for what must have been and hour.

Stop. I have to stop... I need to rest, they couldn't have followed me all the way into ths forest. I had better look around. Dawn is just starting so I can get a good look at my surroundings. I'm in a forest. How did I get into this forest? Woah, a few steps to the right and I would be at the bottom of this cliff. I guess I was just running forward. I never considered where and even if I did worry about it I'd still be be lost because of the darkness. Then all of a sudden the bush a few feet in front of me rustled and the male Career from 4 came charging at me screaming, sword aimed at my heart at least I think that was his intention. He was wearing strange glasses that looked like... the night glasses used in our District for night work! So that's how he followed me, but those are usleess right now.

Can he see now with all of this light! Thank god, he can't see at all. He went way too far to his left and only gave me a small cut. After that I smash his head with my right arm and send him hurdling down the cliff. I take a look down and mumble "He's dead..." to myself

"No!" The girl from District 1 jumps from the foliage, but I manage to knock her dowm. Then I raise my knife and bring it down into her-

"Noooo!" I'm rammed by a force that seemed to come out of no where, and hear a voice that's familiar. What? What happened? I'm in District 5. I'm safe but the Hunger Games I was in are... over.

"Coda! Why! What were you thinking!" Djina. She's on top of me and I'm flat on my back. She must have knocked me down. Bless her. I look around the area and see people staring at me, all shocked, some disgusted. I see Djina's mother Parsha is one of the shocked. I can hardly blame them with what I must have done.

"Djina..." What? There's something dripping on my face. Is it raining? No, it's Djina. Her eyes are full of tears. No doubt because of whatever happened because of me. "What did I do?"

"What did you do?" She got up and I followed. She stared me straight in the eye and smacked me across the face. Hard. When I rub my cheek in pain she starts yelling. That wasn't anything she would normally do.

"How can you be asking that!" She points at a mother embraced by her son and daughter. They stared at me as if I was a monster. "You just attacked that woman! She was just here to watch the Reapings! How did you forget! And why did you try to kill her!" She keeps screaming. How could this happen? how could I have been so careless? First things first, I have to apologize to the woman I assaulted and her children.

"Ma'am, are you alright?" They cringed in fear "I'm sorry for what I did, but it won't happen again, I promise."

"Wh-Why did you t-t-try to kill m-me?" her voice shook.

"I wasn't trying to kill you. I'm afraid I'm plagued with a sickness, if that's what it can be called."

"Disease?" I think she wants to hear me out. She appears to be calming down along with her kids.

"Coda?" Djina probably wants to know what I mean. I suppose she wondered what the meds I used were for. Might as well tell her now so she knows.

"You realize that being a Victor can be a brutal burden to carry. Some people get along fine afterwards, some are distressed and have to find ways to suppress their feelings, and some lose their minds. Well I'm somewhere between the second and third camps." The mother and her children listened intently along with Djina and her mother . "I suffer from involuntary recurrent memory."

"What's that?" Djina sounded a bit worried. I wonder why? She must be scared of it. That's probably it. I smile at her and say "Don't worry. It's not contagious. Simply speaking I have flashbacks of the Hunger Games. You ma'am just happened to be there when I was in the middle of one. I have medicine for preventing it, but I ran out. I got more from the pharmacy, but I slipped into my memories before I could take any. Speking of which..." I take the bottle out from my pocket and remove a pill, chew it and swallow. I look at the family that I almost destroyed and can't understand the expressions on their faces.

"Well then I should be going." I should leave before I trouble them anymore. "Hey wait! Are you going to be alright Mr. Alttrin." I turn around and see the woman's son asking the question.

"Yes, but... are you worried about me? I mean I almost harmed your mother."

"Well if it was an accident like you said than it doesn't matter. Plus I don't think you'd hurt anyone." So pure, so innocent. I envy this child. To be ignorant of all the pain in this world is a blessing. And once that is lost, there is no going back "We've gotta go. The Reapings are going to begin soon. See ya ." The boy tugged his mother and sister into the audience. I used to be like that. Like him. When was that all lost?

"So Mr. Alttrin here is someone who has flashbacks. This is like something out of a fiction novel." Djina's mother had her hips at her side. "So when were you planning to tell my daughter that?"

"Erm, never." *Smack*, I'm hit yet again. The first time was justifiable, Djina had the right to be angry, but there was no reason for me to be hit by Parsha. "Oww. What was that for?"

"Mom!"

"Coda, you and my daughter are close so why didn't you tell her this. I thought you trusted her."

"I did. I do. It's just that I was afraid she wouldn't want to see me." I can't lose another friend because of this curse I have.

"Coda..."

"Where would you get a crazy idea like that?"

"Do either of you know why I live alone? It's because my family is afraid that I'll go nuts and harm them. That was after I found out about the flashbacks which made me run into wall. I freaked them out and they are too fearful of me to come within 10 feet of me."

"Hey, Coda. Did you really think that?" I don't want to, but it's simply a fact. What choice do I have, but to belief it.

"Well Djina I don't..."

"You're an idiot if you think so. I would never do that." She smiles at me and I can almost feel a warmth radiating from her smile. She always cheered me up no matter what. I really have come to love her. Too bad she wouldn't be interested in an older guy like me. I'm 7 years older than her. Well, as long as I can see her I'm content.

"Djina..."

"No matter what happens I won't stop wanting to see you. You were there for me when I needed to vent about my issues. When I needed a friend to talk to. I need you. To me you're... you're..." Weird she's getting red again. The same shade I turn when I think about her. Like we're in love. Like she'd be interested in me. Though that couldn't happen, right?

"I think," Parsha suddenly cut in "my daughter is trying to convey her true feelings."

"Mom, j-just shut up! Lets go Coda!" Suddenly I'm dragged off to the stage by my close friend. She was a bit flighty. There was something I had to do before the reapings. I stopped her and turned her around.

"Djina listen. I have to say something."

"What? Is it about my mom because if it is I'm really sorry."

"No. I just wanted to thank you for being my friend. In a lot of ways your all I have."

"R-really?"

"Yes, thank you from the bottom of my heart."

"Um... I... Your welcome..."

"And one more thing."

"O-okay. What is it?"

"Ya' can't beat me to the stage!" I run off to the stage as fast as I can. It takes Djina to realize what just happened then she yells 'Hey' followed by a giggle and starts to race with me to the stage.

POV's of District 6 Mentors

Sireninna Jectshun

"Thanks again deary." My grandson Endii helps me down the stairs. When we get down he last step I take hold of the railing while he runs back into my house to get my wheelchair "Oh, don't get that. You know I can walk just fine." I let go of the railing and start walking off on my own. I suppose I was only trying to fool myself, just walking has become such a daunting task. Endii panics and runs inside my home. I keep walking and my grandson comes up from behind me with the wheelchair and implored me to sit in it.

"Grandma c'mon. You can't walk anymore. Your going to hurt yourself." Please, I am perfectly capable of standing up on my- woah! I almost face-planted onto the concrete. Good thing Endii was at my side, I managed to grab his shoulder. "See. You need this." I give him a cold glare.

"What I need is for you to stop worrying about me. If it'll get you to relax I'll take my seat and let you roll me around town. It's only more work for you. We could have left later when the reapings actually start. It doesn't take long to get me there."

"Sure, sure. Whatever" I really appreciate his concern, but I despise the fact that he, along with the entire District, is constantly trying to baby me. I don't need anyone when I was a teen and I certainly don't need it now. After 65 years since the Hunger Games that hasn't changed. When I participted I was the odd one out. Nobody wanted me in their alliance, but they never actually said that. I just assumed so. I wonder if I only needed to ask. Well either way it was a loss for them, I was a doctor-in-training and could have healed them.

I showed my sponsors my skill when I patched up a gash on my stomach. The Career tributes left me for dead and never bothered to make sure I was dead. After that the sponsor gifts poured in including some smoke bombs I used to take down the other tributes. I dropped a bomb, took a big stick I found and hit everyone I could, I couldnt kill them it just went against my profession. As a doctor I aimed to heal people not hurt them, let alone kill, I was barely able to hit people with that stick. When I ran into the forest the members of the alliance thought that one of their friends attacked them and they all turned against eachother. I did it with all of them, all who shunned me were always watching their backs thinking they could be killed by those they once trusted. I kept tormenting them and then the best thing that can happen to any tribute happened. Everyone met and because they were all so tense a huge fight between the 12 surviving tributes broke out and it was a slaughter fest. Everyone died and I never killed anyone. Never killed a living human being. Never got my hands dirty. Looking back on it I sometimes wonder if I really deserved everything I had been given.

Looking at my grandson diminishes any doubts that what I did in the arena was right. I struggled, like everyone else. I was challenged like everyone else. I fought for my life and I did what everyone else would have done. I found a way to kill the other tributes. It may have been a bit boring for the audience, but I didn't care to entertain them. I just wanted to get out of there as soon as I could. The thought that I could be killed me at any moment completely stressed me out, it was torture. I couldn't relax which led to me being constantly tired. To this day I'm still unsure how I wasn't ambushed by anyone.

"You know Endii, I don't actually know who's going to be helping me teach the tributes this year. Have you heard?"

"You were supposed to get a letter telling you about that. Don't tell me you forgot. Are you going senile?"

"No, just tell me you brat." Although I sort of hoped I was going senile. I hope that my mind is going on me just so I don't have to work with the person mentioned in that letter.

"You are working with... gimme a minute." He was gripping his head trying to remember my partner's name as if he was trying to squeeze out the answer. And he has the nerve to call me senile."Regent Araishioun. That's him." I face palmed in dissapointment. Why, oh why does this have to happen to me. I'm not going.

"Take me back now."

"What! Why are you-"

"Just do it. I don't want to work with him."

"Why not, he's a nice guy. And it isn't like he'll do anything to hurt you. No one would harm a help-" I shoot him a look with daggers in my eyes. I am not even letting him finish that word, 'helpless'. I hate that word. It's what everyone calls me and I hate it "...harm YOU I meant to say. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that he'll annoy me into an early grave. He keeps on talking, and talking, and talking. It never ends."

"That's it? Are you an old woman or a little kid?" I didn't mind being called old.

"I'd rather be a little kid than a mentor working with that ex-morphling addict."

"Just live with it. There's no way to prevent this. Once you get picked for mentorship there's no way out. It's even done randomly just to make it fair. Can't you just grit your teeth and bear with him."

"Considering you're the one pushing me it isn't looking like I have the option to do otherwise. I really think that he was better off pumping morphling into himself."

"Grandma! It's great that he broke away from his addicton to that morphling stuff. How could you think that? He's isolated from everyone, even his friends and family, because of his problem. As it is the only ones who talk with him right now are Victors like you. Soon I'm sure he'll get a ton of friends. Why would this be a bad thing?" Well I suppose I can't really fault him for having trouble getting close to people. The Games change you, and I don't think it's ever for the better. They made me into a person who resented help because I had to fend for myself and kept telling myself 'I'm fine on my own.' That thought just sunk in. As we get closer to the town square where our Reapings are held I notice a haunted looking man. He was trembling quite a bit considering I noticed it from a distance. It was Regent, so he's here early too.

"Oh look there he is. I'll show you why." I pull out a slingshot from my pocket and grab a small rock. I pull the sling back and aim for the top of his shivering head.

"Wait, you aren't..." I release my grip and send it hurdling at his head. "You are..."

The rock hits his head and he jumps about 5 feet into the air screeching like a little girl. When it lands he bugs out turning every whichway, snapping his neck at every possible angle. He has a terrified look and is practically oozing fear.

"That's why he was better off constantly drugged."

"What the hell just happened? You hit him with that pebble and he freaked."

"Regent happens to be an emotional mess unless he's under a painkiller-induced trance. I know that morphling wasn't good for him, but he could die of shock if he doesn't find a way to unwind. Well that's not quite right. He does have one way. Only it drives people away."

"What do you mean?"

"He loves to chew the fat with others like I said before. It helps him forget his troubles and relax. The only problem is his tendency to never know when to stop talking. His motor mouth drives everyone away which ironically was what happened when he was blissfully intoxicated."

"Well at least he's aware of what's happening around him now. That's good right? You have to agree with that."

"Don't get me wrong Endii, I'm happy for him. I just feel sorry for him. Which ever way he goes he ends up alone. Hardly anyone gets him and why he's drugged himself in the first place."

"And that's where you come in along with the rest of the Victors. You all went through the same thing so you should help him. He would do the same for you. Besides, I'm sure he isn't that bad. Hey Regent!" And after he hear his name called that coward suddenly crouched down and covered his ears, shaking like a leaf. That's what it takes to scare him?

"Well you're right about that. He's not that bad, he's much worse." This is going to be a serious test of my patience. I just know it.

Regent Araishioun

What? Who? Where? Someone called me? Where? I'd better get up. Just calm down. Deep breaths, deep breaths. I'm up so I have to look for whoever wants me. Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble? Maybe I should just go home. No! Man up man! You have to steady your nerves. This is District 5 not the arena. There's no reason to be afraid. I can't be hurt like back then, this place is safe. Lets see whose around that may have called me. Not that woman, she's not looking at me, and those children are all playing so they aren't paying attention to me.

"Regent!" What, who, where? Oh I flinched in fear from hearing my name. Good. It's not as bad as my last reaction, however I still have to stop acting so frightened. I turn around to see a young man waving at me pushing an old lady in a wheelchair. Hey it's Sireninna, or Siren as everyone calls her. That must be her grandson Endii she talks about. Man she seems upset about something. Could it be me? Did I upset her? No, no, no, I can't be worried about something like that it's probably the Reapings. Those are truly something to be angry about. I'd better go up to them.

"H-hey there S-siren. What's u-u-up?" Stupid stutter.

"I'm fine. I see you nearly had a heart atack from that pebble."

"Oh y-yeah. I-i-it was... y-you wasn't it?"

"You really must forgive my Grandma. She didn't want to scare you. Right." I've got a feeling that this guy is trying to force an apology out of Siren considring the force in that 'Right'.

"Ha! D-don't make me l-l-laugh. Sh-she does that sort of th-thing t-to me all the t-time." The man seemed pretty surprised at this.

"Grandma! Why would you do that?"

"O-oh i-it's no bo-bother. She s-s-stopped after it g-got boring f-for her." Then he just gave Siren a dissapointing glare. I suppose it's deserved and I feel glad it's someone besides me who does this. "B-by the way, i-its n-nnce to meet y-you. I-i-i'm Regent. Y-your E-endii right?"

"Sure am." AHHH, why's he hitting me, I only wanted to... oh a hand shake. He thrust it out pretty quick. I thought I'd be punched in the stomach. "So, uh, do you want to shake?"

"M-my m-mistake. It's nice to m-meet you." I shake his hand. He seems very well mannered. I wonder if him and Siren are really related.

"Likewise Regent."

"It doesn't matter when or where you are. Regent, you act like your in some sort of immediate danger."

"Y-yeah, I don't blame you f-for thinking that. It was all because of th-the Hunger Games. In my arena there was plants, trees and leaves e-everywhere no matter where you went that made for excellent camoflouge. I was ambushed by a tribute and some how managed to fend him off. I was on edge there which was what prevented me from I was ambushed by one tribute, but I killed her. Then a second tribute came at me with the same results. Eventually I had won after killing the final tribute, my tenth kill. I still couldn't believe that out of all the 26 tributes there I was targeted by ten of them. I guess that's a downside to having all that camouflage. The good thing was the fact that the Career pack got seperated because of all of the greenery blocking their vision. They would have killed me in an instant a the bloodbath if it wasn't for the forest as well. Now that I think about it that was a pretty antichlimactic ending, me killing someone when they run out of some bushes. Not that I mind that. I'm just wondering why that would be a good idea if they wanted to make the Games more interesting. It definitely dragged them on considering everyone basically spent a week looking for eachother in that arena. How do you think they go about making those arena's anyway? Do they just find a patch of land in the middle of nowhere there and spruce it up with a few modifications or do they maybe find some barren landscape and completely revamp-... hello?" Oh no. I started rambling again. Siren actually fell asleep again and even Endii's dosing off. "I did it again didn't I?"

"Um-I-No! Did what? I didn't notice any... well you were sort of rambling, but I enjoyed listening to you. And you seem calmer now." Well he's honest about his feelings like Siren so I suppose they are related. And I have calmed down a lot. If I talk to people I stop studdering for a while and I'm not nearly as nervous, but I'm still a chatterbox. Even if they don't listen, I really like talking to people. Oh it looks like Siren is waking up.

*Yawn* "So anyway we might as well get a bite to eat since there's no reaping for a while. Regent you know this area better than I do. Is there anywhere good to eat?"

"It's funny you should ask that? I just passed by this restaurant with delicious food. It must have been a year since I visited. I wanted to treat myself because the night befor-"

"Regent!"

"Yeah?"

"I figure I ishould give you a few words of wisdom before we go to this restaurant. Eat or speak. Choose one and one alone." Was that suggestion just to keep me from talking? Oh well, I can't blame her for that. Might as well let her have her way.

"Alright I'll just eat. I'll just squeeze in as many words as I can before we get there." Siren scowls at that, but Endii seems to be ammused. Lets try and enjoy ourselves until the Reapings. "So how do you think having twice as many tributes will affect how the Hunger Games play out."

"Well it's hard to say right now. If they'd tell us these other conditions then I'd have a better grasp of what they'd be going through."

"I agree with Grandma. Plus even if they told us it would be pointless to speculate. The arena's sure to give all sorts of problems to the tributes along with whatever changes the Gamemakers made."

"I suppose. There doesn't seem to be anyway to get an idea of what could happen until the Games start for real. I shudder at the thought that there is something else to watch for other than other tributes. Even without the twists of a Quell there are all sorts of hazards you have to watch out for. I personally think that the most dangerous thing is the muttations. Those things are specifically designed to hunt tributes down until they're dead. Those abominations are probably the most dangerous things in the Hunger Games. Who knows how many types of them there are or what kind the tributes will be dealing with. Perhaps there are mutts being designed for future Hunger Games even as we speak. Hopefully they'll run out of ideas for them and won't be able to think up any other ideas for future-"

"Regent, stop talking." Man Siren really can be harsh. That was pretty uncalled for.

"Okay fine lets just go. I'll lead the way. This should be fun, I know the perfect place." And I led the two of them to the restaurant. It should be fine so we can spend time relaxing until the reapings begin.