The Reapings (Districts 8-13)
Laury's POV
Laury strode through the snow white rooms filled with all sorts of futuristic equipment and tanks filled with DNA projects. She pressed her hand against a scanner and the door slid open and snapped closed behind her. The rotund room spread at least the length of a large house and wall segments stood here and there to give some residents some privacy. Bunk beds stood on the far side of the room providing them a large window view of the district.
Her auburn hair cascaded down to her mid-back flying about as she moved. Her bangs concealed her albino skin and only her blood-strained eyes shown through the locks of hair. She sat down beside a little girl who was sitting beside the glass peering down into the district. "Hi Tori!" said Laury down to the little girl.
"Laury!" she screeched in joy and hugged her leg.
Laury looked down at the little girl's arm to see the first stages of decay spreading up her arm from her hand. "Did this happen overnight?" asked Laury in horror. The little girl solemnly nodded and stared at her arm terrified at what was happening to her arm. Laury immediately snatched her up and raced back into the experiment room and searched for her father.
She found him and brought Tori to him. "What's wrong with her arm?" asked Laury.
"She must have degenerated with the extra strands we affixed to her DNA," he replied quietly observing the decay.
"Arturo will be pleased," he whispered silently to himself. He injected a shot in a shot into her arm, "What I have given you is an antidote to sedate the disease. He walked away and Laury followed close behind him.
He headed down the corridor over to a thick steel door that no torch could cut through in years. He quickly typed in a code and pressed his hand on the scanner and the door rumbled open. Laury tried to follow but he gently ushered her away, "This room is not for your eyes dear; why don't you go play with Tori?" he asked. Laury nodded and turned away before glimpsing over her shoulder to see mutts generating in glass tubes filled with a strange colorless liquid.
She stared in wonder at the rows filled with them until the door blocked them from view once again. She headed back to the experiment's quarters and found Frisian awake and sitting on one of the couches. She waved at him and walked over to Tori curled up in a chaise reading a book. "Hey," said Laury, "I have to go to the Reaping soon."
Tori sprang from the chaise, "Don't go!"
"I have to," she said quietly.
She left the room and entered the lift to head down to the bottom floor of the research facility. The lift chimed and the doors swung open to reveal another empty hall. She took a deep breath and calmly strode out the front doors.
She headed down to the district plaza and waited for the Reaping to begin. The anthem rang throughout the district to signal all stragglers to the square. The district's new escort walked over to the microphone stand and promptly introduced herself as Jaina. "Ladies first shall we?" asked Jaina. Her oddly colored fingernails scrabbled through the bowl full of envelopes and she plucked one dead out of the center. She sliced the seal off with her false nails and her voice rang out with the name labeled on it, "Laury Reed!"
Words of outrage and utter shock spread through the crowd of citizens and the Peacekeepers grew tense in fear of having to suppress a riot. Laury accepted her fate solemnly, everyone knew of her condition due to an accident in the lab when she was very young which she barely survived. She headed for the stage drawing plans inside her head. The escort waited for the noise to die down. She called out the male tribute's name over the noise threatening to rise again.
Laury paid no attention to the boy she knew what she had to do to win. "During the day, I appear as a frail weak little girl from District 9 but during the night I become the silent killer. After all I am a child of night."
Rowan's POV
Rowan stood in a patch of wildflowers innocently playing in the meadow outside his house. The wind whistled through the giant oak tree and he plucked a small twig from it and began to draw in the dirt. A group of boys from school smiled at each other and walked in his direction bearing down on the unknowing fourteen year old boy.
Rowan began to watch a flutter about and turned around when he found the sunlight blocked out around him by the shadows of three tall boys from school grinning at him cruelly. He smiled at them innocently and went back to his childish games. He picked up the stick and drew in the dirt again and began to panic as he read the words he just wrote, "Run!"
Rowan turned around to try to escape but was to late and he got a fist in the gut by one of the boys. He doubled over groaning in pain. They started to kick him while he was on the ground and he managed to get to his feet but they shoved him back down. He got up again and again each time being shoved down. His emotions reached a boiling point and he started to cry. The three boys laughed at him blubbering like a baby. That was until "she" took over. He spat out a small mouthful of blood and the tears stopped. He gave them all a furious look, "I'm gonna kick all your asses."
He sprang forward and punched the leader of the group square in the jaw as hard as he could and knocked him off his feet and he fell to the dirt. He kicked him three times hard in the ribs and Rowan could hear the distinct sound of bones breaking. He smashed down with his foot crushing the boy's left hand beneath his foot and the boy screamed in pain. Blood drizzled out from beneath his boot and Rowan laughed insanely over his cries of pain. He turned on the two and they whirled around and tripped over one another trying to get away from him. Rowan strode menacingly over to them, "Where do you two think you're going?" he asked cackling.
The boys screamed in pain when he kicked the crap out of them. One of them got up and tried to run and Rowan sprinted after him. Insanity burned the fires of lethal rage in his eyes. He had become a completely different person suddenly. The boy turned a wrong corner into an alley and he found himself cornered by "Marilyn" and tried to scramble up the side of the building. "Marilyn" sprang forward and his right hand tightened around the boy's windpipe. He lifted him off the ground and slammed his back into the brick wall. The boy swung feeble punches at "Marilyn's" face as he gasped for some air. Rowan realized his situation and his hand immediately snapped free from around the boy's throat and the boy slumped down unconscious.
Rowan raced to his yard again to find the yard empty of the two beaten boys and ran up to his front door open and slammed it closed behind him. His mother's attention drifted up from her book to see the blood still ebbing at his lips. "What happened?" she asked in worry.
"Three boys from school beat me up," he said quietly.
"Did you fight back?" she asked.
"Not at first," he said meekly, "Then she took over."
His mother nodded sadly, "How bad are they?"
"Good enough to make it back home," he said.
"Well you need to get ready for the Reaping," she replied.
Rowan dismissed himself and headed into the bathroom to bathe and got dressed. He put on a simple pair of blue jeans and a blue t-shirt. He walked back down the hall and his mom hugged him goodbye before he went to the Reaping. He closed the screen door behind him and strode across the freshly mown lawn and headed down a gravel road in between the back of all of the shops a frequently used shortcut of his. Within maybe two minutes, he had reached the square before almost everyone else. The anthem played and the crowd hurried down to the stage in the center of the plaza.
Rowan stood near the front of the crowd and the new escort, Julian, began to speak, "Welcome to the District 9 Reaping for the 76th Hunger Games! Let's start with the men shall we?"
He glanced into the bowl and his hand was in and out with an envelope in almost a fraction of a second. He opened the envelope and read off the name, "Rowan Zeala!" Rowan's eyes widened at his name being called but he complied and trudged up the steps and stood next to Julian. He took a few steps back and Julian headed over to the female tributes bowl reaching in and plucking out an envelope. He cautiously opened it and read off the name which was…
Anna's POV
:: Earlier Today ::
Anna hurried over to one of the brick ovens and pulled out several loaves of bread from inside. She placed them on a wood board to cool. She smelled the air softly in delight. She loved the smell of freshly baked bread. She watched the steam spiral off in wisps up towards the ceiling and whirled around at the timer chiming. She strode over to another oven on the far side of the small bakery and pulled out a sweet-smelling apple pie and placed it on the counter. She placed it in a hot holding cabinet close to the counter with the register. She gently nudged open a clear door and put the loaves of bread on display for customers.
A woman with graying hair walked out of the back of the shop with another pie. She placed it in an oven and set the timer. "What's the filling for this one?" she asked.
"Cherry," said the woman with a smile.
The woman disappeared in the back and came out with racks full of assorted rolls. Anna's mouth practically drooled at the scent of cinnamon and other spices rolling in waves off of the bread. The woman laughed at Anna's reaction, "Take one dear. You have been working really hard today," she said.
Anna walked over to the shelves in happiness and chose a pumpkin spice roll with cinnamon sprinkled on top and reached in her pocket and pulled out a small wad of cash. She placed it on the register counter and the woman said, "You don't need to pay. You volunteer here anyway."
"I would feel horrible if I didn't pay," replied Anna.
"If you insist," she sighed, "You're too modest."
Anna smiled and eagerly took a bite out of the roll. The taste of pumpkin and cinnamon danced on her tongue. She quickly wolfed the rest down and went back to work. She erased the small chalkboards around the bakery and wrote down new menus.
She spared a glance out the window to see a small work force putting the stage together for the Reaping. She opened a lid and poured some fresh bagels and croissants into small tubs on metal racks on the wall. The bell above the door jingled as someone strode in and Anna turned around with a smile, "How can I help you?" she asked. A woman with violet hair and milk chocolate skin stood before her in black strapless dress and boots.
"I was headed down to the construction of the stage for the Reaping when I smelled something delightful coming from here," she said. She walked over to the shelves and picked out a chocolate filled croissant with fudge drizzled lightly on top. The woman handed her a 50 capitale. "Keep the change," she said with a smile.
She disappeared out the front door taking little bites as she headed for the far end of the square. Anna heard the small clock tower chime signaling an hour left before the Reapings started. She quickly unknotted the restraints on her apron and pulled over her head. She hurried into the back room and hung it up before hugging the woman good bye, "Bye, Amaris! Be back tomorrow!"
She raced out the front door and across the square over to her front yard. She flung open the gate and flung open the front door. She jumped up the stairs and started the shower and let it warm up while she went through her closet for a good outfit. She snatched out a silky light purple sundress and laid it out on her bed. She reached down and pulled out a pair of black flats and tossed them at the foot of her bed.
She quickly showered and toweled her hair dry before brushing it and pinning it up in a bun. She slipped on the purple sundress and slipped her toes into the flats. She pulled a key out from under her pillow and unlocked a small jewelry box she removed the interior and plucked a silver dollar out. She kept it clenched in her hand and headed down for the Reaping.
She leapt down the staircase and nearly fell flat on her face. Her mother frowned at her from the living room and got up to give her a hug, "Good luck," she whispered, "Whatever happens know that we will always love you."
Anna nodded silently and headed out the front door. She closed the gate behind her and walked down the gravel road back to the square. The stage was complete now and the greenscreen emblazoned with the Capitol's insignia blazed behind the woman from earlier.
Her friend Asha jogged up to her and gave her a quick hug. They walked up to the back of the crowd and the anthem began to play throughout the district. The short woman tapped the microphone and spoke loudly into it, "Happy 76th Hunger Games! My name is Esma and I will be your new escort."
She continued on as the two glass bowls were pushed out on rolling tables beside her. She instantly walked for the girl's bowl and plucked out a small envelope resting in an awkward position and opened it neatly. She cleared her throat twice and spoke the name written within the violet envelope, "Anna Testal!"
Anna stood there in the back of the crowd completely paralyzed and oblivious to anything happening around her. The escort impatiently called out her name several times more and signaled to the Peacekeepers after several long minutes went by. They finally found her and escorted her through the crowd and up on stage.
She stood silently in the back tears trailing down her face as Asha stared helplessly up at her. The escort called a young boy up onto the stage as the male tribute and he stood shivering next to her. The escort dismissed everyone and the crowd disappeared out of the square. Anna was given her thirty minutes with her family and her mom raced into the room pulling her into a tight embrace. She sobbed and Anna stood their unsure of what to do. The Peacekeepers came into the room and told her that her time was up and she managed to choke out through sobs, "Make me proud."
After the door shut Anna struggled to keep herself together but a smile crossed her lips instantly as Amaris walked silently into the room. She pulled a pumpkin spice roll out of her sleeve and handed it to Anna, "Eat it," she said in a commanding tone. Anna complied and the bread warmed her up instantly and nulled her emotions welling up inside her.
Anna hugged Amaris and her time left came to an end. She headed for the door and before the Peacekeepers came through the doors she tossed a silver dollar to her. "You should keep better track of it. You dropped it at the Reaping," she said.
Anna smiled and tucked it into the hem of her dress where a small fold inside formed a makeshift pocket. The Peacekeepers came in and escorted her out of the Justice building and the two tributes were put on the train and it quickly sped away from District 9 disappearing from sight in a dense patch of woodland.
Dean's and Kyna's POV
The door chimed as Dean came in lugging a massive pig. Kyna rang it up and handed him a 100 capitale bill. He helped her carry it to the stainless steel table behind the table and immediately went to work cutting it into perfect cuts of meat. She filled a plastic case with hindquarter meat and then a good hunk of shoulder meat. He set it aside, "Do you need any help?" he asked.
"Sure," she replied with a warm smile, "My father's out anyway so I could use the help."
Dean picked up a butcher knife and went to work chopping and slicing meat off of bone. He scooped up a pile of cut fat and dumped it in a wastebin. He tossed in leg bones one at a time. She packaged the cuts and put them on display in a refrigerated self beside the register. She fried the pig's ears and put a marinade and applewood rub on it before wrapping it delicately in plastic and placing them in a basket full of them directly beside the cash register.
Dean hauled over another armful of packaged meat and placed it neatly on display. Kyna thanked him and headed into the back. He followed close behind, "I wonder who will get Reaped?" she asked.
"I will be," said Dean quietly.
"How can you be certain?" she asked horrified.
"Because I'm volunteering before whoever the escort is can say the name. This year is my twin brothers first Reaping I can't allow either one of them the possibility to be Reaped," he said with conviction.
"There's only two envelopes that could be pulled though with their names on it. Besides, sacrificing yourself over slim odds would only traumatize them more," she said.
"Drop it. You can't change my mind," he said.
Kyna picked up a knife, "We would have a fighting chance in the arena since we use knives every day." She hurled the knife straight into a pig carcass hanging on the other side of the room. "I still couldn't even want to think about going into the Games though," she added.
She thought to herself for a few silent minutes while sucking on the inside of her cheek, "If you go in, so do I," she said quietly to Dean, "We're a team. Together we can win this."
"You seem to be forgetting that only one victor can come home," he replied softly.
"Let's just hope it doesn't have to come to that," she said.
The anthem resounded throughout the entire district spreading through every building and field inside the protection of the electric fence. Kyna slipped her apron over her head and tossed it in the corner of the room. She washed the pig's blood from her hands and headed for the door. She opened it allowing Dean to leave first before she locked the front door. She headed over towards the Justice building where the stage for the Reaping stood. Dean sprinted down the dirt road hurrying to get to the Reaping on time with Kyna right behind him.
The escort strode up to the microphone just as the two reached the back of the crowd. She began with the usual words of welcome and proceeded over to the boy's bowl to shake up the tradition. She began to read off a name but Dean yelled loudly over her voice, "I VOLUNTEER!"
"Well then come on up," she said with a warm smile.
He pushed through the crowd and marched up the steps and onto the stage. He stood behind her quietly unable to meet the tearful eyes of his twin brothers. The escort moved onto the girl's bowl and plucked out a little purple envelope. She opened it carefully and cleared her throat before beginning to read off a name. Kyna said loudly over her voice, "I VOLUNTEER!"
"Two volunteers?" asked the escort in shock.
Kyna shoved through the crowd and took her place beside Dean. All she knew was by the time these Games were over she would have more than pig's blood staining her hands.
Shylam's POV
The early morning breeze swept through the trees ruffling his short blonde locks of hair. His jade eyes searched through the darkness dimly lit by the coming sunrise. A girl burst out of the underbrush behind Shylam's house and walked towards him. He hugged her tangling his spare hand in her soft hair. She broke their close embrace and looked him in the eyes. "I guess this is goodbye if either of us is Reaped."
"Don't say that," he said, "I hope it's me if it has to be someone out of the two of us. I have at least been training for this in case it happened."
"It won't be either of us," she whispered, "The odds are just too much in our favor. We are pretty much some of the few people who haven't applied for tesserae for our families."
"Let's enjoy the time we have before the Reaping," he said wanting to change the subject.
She grabbed his hand and they wandered off to the outskirts of the district. Shylam picked a few crimson red wildflowers and handed them to Joyce. She kissed him on the cheek and took them in her unoccupied hand.
They sat underneath a willow tree beside a small pond full of small fish swimming beneath the surface harmoniously. The hours ticked by until the sun blazed directly in the air above them. ""It's about noon," he said quietly to Joyce, "We need to go get ready for the Reaping."
She nodded solemnly and they got up and headed back to the heart of the District where their homes were. They parted ways when they reached the main road in the district and headed to their houses. Shylam opened his front door to his house and headed down the hall and quickly showered before getting dressed for the Reaping.
He hugged his family goodbye before jumping down the steps of the porch and strode down the small gravel road until it came out onto the paved street. He stood in the back of the crowd and looked everywhere for Joyce but couldn't find her. The anthem played and the crowd fell silent. The escort started with the usual introduction video the whole shebang and then headed for the boys bowl first. She plucked out the dark purple envelope and plucked capitol's wax seal off before reading of the name. "Shylam Nist!"
Shylam stood stunned staring up at her and finally made his way to the stage. He looked out into the crowd to see Joyce with tears running down her cheeks. He gave her a weak smile before being hauled off with the other tribute that was reaped and was escorted to the Justice Hall. He quickly spent thirty minutes with his family. The doors closed behind them as they left and the door reopened with Joyce standing there.
She raced in and shut the doors behind her. The doors opened once again and Shylam walked out escorted by two tributes with a smirk on his face. He left for the train with one thought in his head, thirty minutes was plenty enough time.
Shianne's POV
Shianne walked into the kitchen smelling breakfast cooking on the stove. She found her mother cooking sautéed vegetables and toasting some bread from the local bakery. She glanced into the living room to find her dad, Dominic reading a book calmly in his plush armchair. Her mother called her into the kitchen to help when she caught sight of her. She began to slice up boiled potatoes and glanced out the kitchen window to see a pair of green eyes staring into hers. She nearly cut herself and brushed her thumb against the potato accidently burning the side of her right thumb, "Really Hannah!"
Hannah shied away from the window innocently and entered through the back fence.
Shianne's mom asked Hannah, "How did you get into the back yard?"
"I have my ways," replied Hannah mysteriously.
Shianne rolled her eyes and went back to cutting potatoes. "Can I help?" asked Hannah.
"Of course," replied Shianne's mom, Kristen.
She picked up a knife and went to work cutting up pieces of bacon. She jumped almost two feet off the ground when she found a pair of round eyes staring at her over the countertop. "Talon go into the living room," said Mrs. Forster quietly.
Talon obliged and sat on the couch and stared at his dad while he read. Hannah leaned over to Shianne and whispered in her ear, "I think he has issues." Her mom picked up the potatoes and started to make hash browns and Shianne stared to fry bacon.
Ten minutes later, Hannah was setting the table and Shianne was bringing out plates of food for everyone. Shianne's father set his book down and came over to the table to eat with Talon running for the table behind him. Hannah sat next to Shianne and eagerly dug into her plate. She swallowed a mouthful of hash browns and said to Shianne, "I wonder who will get Reaped today?"
"I hope it's not me," said Shianne, "I mean I could survive out there but that's not a situation I want to be in ever in my life."
"I don't think anyone except the Careers want to participate in the Games, but we still have to," replied Hannah.
"Why do we even listen to Capitol anyway," said Shianne after a moment, "I mean if everyone worked together we could actually win."
"There was a revolution, and it succeeded and failed at the same time. The Hunger Games still go on now. Besides that's dangerous talk we need to keep our opinions to ourselves," said Shianne's mother.
Shianne nodded before finishing her plate of food and headed upstairs with Hannah to get ready for the Reaping. Hannah opened up her close and quickly put together an outfit for her while she showered. She dried her hair and slipped into her clothes and sat on her bed letting Hannah brush her long blonde hair and put it into an elaborate ponytail.
The two headed for the Reaping together gossiping and chatting about anything that came to mind. The anthem blared as they reached the crowd of citizens and watched the Reaping begin. She watched a boy climb up onto the stage and stare off into the crowd.
Next, the escort headed over to the boy's bowl almost full to the brim with purple envelopes. Shianne watched the words form on the escort's lips and gasped in surprise as she called out her name. "Shianne Forster!"
Damian's POV
Damian strode through the Seam quietly feeling slightly dead inside. It had been several years now since his cousin had died in the Games and he was bound and determined to avenge his death this year.
He walked up the road and entered his house silently placing a bag of goods from the Hob on the counter silently. He walked down the small hallway and shoved up the door to his bedroom lightly open and headed immediately for his closet and plucked out the outfit his mother had made for him for the Reaping on her free time he laid it out on his bed and quickly took a shower and slipped into the loose clothes.
He closed his bedroom door behind him and headed for the front door to find it blocked by his mother. "Thought you would leave without saying goodbye?" she asked in disbelief.
Damian gave her a weak smile and gave her a tight hug, "It's alright."
"I already know you plan to volunteer to avenge his death and die fighting. I just don't see how dying in the Games can solve anything or give you a sense of compensation for Noah's death," she continued.
"You know how close he was to me," said Damian, "I don't think I could live without him as a friend."
"He will always be with you both in mind and spirit. You will never forget him. Taking your rage out on children is not avenging his death you're basically spitting on his grave with the pointless bloodshed," she said chastising.
Damian sighed and left the house closing the front door behind him. He strode down the long winding gravel road of the Seam and passed the coal mine as he headed into the heart of District 12. He headed into the plaza in front of the justice building and stood in front of the stage surrounded by the few people starting to collect around the stage. Citizens started to flow in like a river taking their places and the anthem blared interrupting the temporary chaos.
The escort strode to stage his blonde long silky bangs obscured his beautiful emerald irises. His sun kissed skin reflected in the sunlight and a wry smile spread across his lips. "Welcome, welcome all. My name is Raiden and I surprisingly am not from the Capitol but I'm a resident of District 2. Happy Hunger Games and as Ms. Effie used to say; may the odds be ever in your favor!" he walked straightaway over to the boys' bowl and plucked out an envelope from the bottom. He read off the name, "Damian Hawkson!"
Damian stared up at the stage in shock, he hadn't even needed to volunteer his name had been called. He made his way to the stage putting on a stoic mask and stared emotionlessly at the crowd and waited for the female tribute to be called. Raiden's words came out inaudibly and he stared off into the outskirts of the district and the thick black soot rising from the mines.
He was escorted to the Justice building and given thirty minutes with his family before he was taken to the train. The doors slid behind the female tribute and he thought to himself, "May the odds be ever in my favor."
Rose's POV
Rose stood in the garden on the side of her house with her best friend, Lily. She cut off the sick leaves off of plants and picked fresh herbs and spices. Lily headed over to her special section and picked some medicinal herbs for her mom's apothecary. Rose harvested some vegetables and placed them in a woven basket and took them inside.
She washed them off and put them into the fridge. Lily sorted her medicinal herbs into the containers she brought and placed them in her small sequined tote bag. Rose followed her across the street to her house and helped her make medicine and blended the herbs into ointments and pastes for treatments. Lily's mother Azalea walked into the room from the back where the kept all of the medicine locked up.
"Hi girls," called Azalea merrily, "Thank you for helping Rose."
"No problem," replied Rose with a cheerful smile.
"Lily this may be the last day we spend together," said Rose sadly breaking the silence between the two, "I have applied for tesserae twice. I just got lucky last year but my luck may run out."
"It may or it may not," replied Lily quietly, "You shouldn't think negative and focus on the positive. If you are called at the Reaping I know you can win. I will be cheering you on the whole time."
Rose gave her a quick smile and went into the back room to study some books with Lily to give her an edge in the Games just in case.
Lily quickly taught her a few remedies and treatments for injuries in the Games. "I'm just preparing you for the possibility that you will go in," said Lily, "It's not an absolute."
Rose smiled and thought of Grant, her little brother who would be turning twelve later this year. Next year, he would be exposed to the horrors of the Games and the Reapings.
The two continued training and studied poisonous berries and plants to give her an edge to kill off her opponents. Lily put the books back on the shelf and headed out of the apothecary with Rose. The gravel crunched underfoot and they finally made it to the plaza in front of the Justice building. The anthem had already blared on their way there and she looked up to see this year's male tribute already up on stage.
The escort, Raiden read off the female tributes name as they arrived at the back of the crowd. "Rose Vlaire!"
Rose stared up at him in surprise and a grim smile spread across her face she gave her friend a quick hug and headed for the stage. In her heart she knew she could win. She would try at any cost or die trying. Rose stood next to the male tribute up on stage and noticed the tranquil look about him but could practically fell his rage rolling off him in waves and the fires of hatred burning in his eyes for the Capitol. Rose knew she would have to watch him in the Games. His rage would fuel the fires of his strength and he would cut bloody swathes through his opponents.
They were taken to the Justice Hall and she was given time with her family she hugged her mother, father and little brother in a tight embrace and the Peacekeepers came when their time was up. Lily came in next and gave her enough hug before it was time to go to the train. "Good luck out there Rose, you can do this." She smiled at Lily and the Peacekeepers forced her out and took her with the boy, Damian to the train. The sleek metal doors slid shut behind her and the train sped away disappearing into the thick lush forests outside of District 12.
A/N: Fin! Hoped you liked. Sorry it took me so long, I experienced writer's block with some of your tributes but at least I finished. No District 13 I guess no one submitted tributes for them. Guess they will die in the bloodbath. Hope you enjoy the coming chapter within at most seven days. Next chapter is the mega chapter before the start of the games and will take me a while. I have decided to put the Chariot Parade, Training and Interviews into one Hope you will enjoy and have a good night(or day).