Hello to my ghost readers! It's JarvisAI here! …I'm really hyper right now because someone gave me Mountain Dew….bad idea…. Hope you are enjoying the story and to the first reviewer, olimacproductions: Thanks for the review, but I won't tell you who starts the rebellion to keep the suspense in the air. The next few chapters will not be in Kai's and Marina's point of views because I'm going to try to introduce more characters.

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Noah

IV

This can not be happening. The reaping tears apart families across the nation every year, but never my family. I made it through last year's reaping safely, something my family was thankful for since it was my first one. Yet, my second one didn't have such luck.

District 3 wasn't a Career district so I knew I didn't have a pray in making it out alive. 'But that doesn't mean I will let them kill me without fighting back," I told myself.

Districts one and two always had Careers, District 4 was on and off if their tributes were Careers. If I was lucky, there were at least four Careers this year, but who knows, I haven't been all that lucky lately. I had been picked for the Hunger Games in my second reaping along with my friend Kaylee. I sadly knew she had a lesser chance of coming back from me. When she was six, she was working with some wires that exploded, blinding her in her right eye.

No one came to see me off besides my parents, my only friend was being sent into the games with me. Her parents most likely didn't want to talk to me, their daughter's potential murder.

The thought made my blood boil. I was going to become a killer to stay alive. These games were sick, pairing me up against my best friend, and making me fight to stay alive.

I knew our mentors only made it out of the games because they were smart; they didn't use brute force, but tricks and their brains. Beetee and Wiress had to teach us how to use our brains in that way, how to apply them in the arena; it would be our only hope of survival.

When we were escorted to the train, Kaylee's eyes were down-cast, scared to look up into the cameras of the Capitol reporters. We were shoved unceremoniously onto the train with Beetee and Wiress, and the train took off within seconds, driving us towards the sight of certain death.

We sat down to start discussing strategies, before Beetee could even open his mouth, I interrupted, "Our only hope of getting out is figuring out how to apply our brains to the arena."

"What makes you say that?" he questioned.

"You two got out by using your brains, not brute strength. We aren't Careers, and they will plow us over if we don't know how to use our brains in the area. District 3 is all about technology; our greatest tool is out brains."

"I agree with him," Kaylee spoke quietly. "Our brains are our only hope of getting out of this alive, even if it is only one of us."

Beetee looked at us with despair. I understood why, every year he had to watch tributes die, kids he knew and helped train. District 3 hasn't had a victor in years, years in which two kids from, the district died every year. It must take a tool on all of the mentors, watching kids you have trained die, every single year.

"You both will make it out," he told us with absolute certainty that made me question how he knew that. "Don't ask how I know that, just trust me."

"Before you lose all hope, let's see who you will be up against," Wiress suggested.

They lead us to a carriage with a television, on which we would watch the reapings that occurred in all of the other eleven districts. The tributes for District 1 were a bombshell girl around the age of seventeen with curly blonde hair and green eyes. The boy was lanky, also around the age of seventeen, hazel eyes, and brown hair. Both volunteered both were Careers, sinking my small hope of coming home. In District 2, like District 1 were Carrere volunteers. The girl was about fourteen with brown hair and eyes, and freckles sprinkled across her nose. The boy was sixteen, muscular, had blonde hair, and ice blue eyes that pierced through the television screen.

District 4 was the most interesting. When the girl's name was called, a boy in the crowd started screaming and crying, tears were pouring down his face. The girl's face remained indifferent, the sixteen year old's black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail and her green eyes were blank. When the boy's name was called, the same boy who was screaming earlier came forward, revealing that the two tributes were siblings. The only similarities between the twelve-year-old and the sixteen-year –old were their green eyes. The boys red curls and the girls black hair held no resemblance to each other. Both were clearly not Careers.

District 5 presented a fifteen year old boy and girl. The girl looked cunning with hazel eyes and fire-red hair. The boy seemed angry at the world, black eyebrows drawn together and deep brown eyes projecting an angry expression. The reaping continued to District 6 where there was a thirteen-year-old girl and a sixteen-year-old boy reaped. The girl was short with blonde hair and brown eyes. The boy had brown hair, hazel eyes, and slight muscles.

The slow heart-breaking reaping continued to District 7, home to the infamous Johanna Mason. The two reaped were both fourteen with brown eyes. The girl was pale with dirty-blonde hair and the guy was tan with dark brown hair. District 8 reaped a fourteen-year-old girl and a seventeen-year-old male. The girl had long, curly, light brown hair and brown eyes. The male was tall with dark brown hair and brown eyes.

My hopes were almost completely dashed at this point, almost all of these kids were my age and older. Good potions of the tributes were muscular, which was a clear advantage. District 9 reaped more my age, with a thirteen year old girl and a fourteen year old boy. The boy was tan with sad brown eyes and sleek brown hair. The girl had strawberry-blonde hair and brown eyes. In District 10 a muscular boy with brown hair and eyes who was about eighteen was reaped along with a girl with brown hair and eyes who was about fifteen.

District 11 captured my attention with a small girl who had to be twelve, with dark skin, brown hair and eyes was reaped along with a muscular eighteen year old who shared her same features, though they weren't siblings.

District 12 made me lose all hope at all, only a person that knew they were coming out would volunteer from there. A girl around sixteen volunteered to take the place of her sister who looked twelve. They looked nothing alike, but yet were siblings. The younger one had blonde hair and blue eyes and the older one had brown hair and eyes. The boy who was reaped also looked sixteen and had blonde hair and blue eyes.

It was final I was not making it out against these people. The odds were not in my favor.