A/N: First and foremost, thanks to all of the reviews I got. I didn't expect so many so quickly. Also a few have asked some question which I will now answer.

I will not be doing any chapters in the Capitol Children's POV unless I need to. Also the Capitol children are the same age as the tribute they get put with. It's much easier this way.

Thanks to Hime-koi and Ladyyuuki16 for these brilliant tributes. Thanks for all the reviews and if you could send in more that would be great.

~Soundhawk


Vitus "Vit" Cassian, 16 years old.

Vitus's fist closed around the boy's neck. He smirked, his thin lips curling upwards. Around him, he could hear jeering and cruel laughter. The boy shook, his small body becoming smaller. He attempted to kick out but in an easily swipe, Vitus swatted it away. "Go on Vit, punch his head in," his friend, Hadrien Otho, yelled.

Vitus turned to him and watched as the teen eyed up the boy that was cowering in Vitus's fist. The crowd grew wild and he heard his friend give the command. With a clenched fist, his other hand collided with the boy's face. He screeched, his head lolling back.

Vitus dropped the boy and he crumpled to the floor. Wiping his hands, he pretended to wipe the dust from his shirt. The crowd clapped and hollered as the boy tried to get up. He slumped back down and Vitus rolled his eyes. "Never mess with me again, understand?" he asked, his voice low but suave.

The boy slowly looked up and between gasps, he nodded. Smirking again, Vitus made his way towards Hadrien. He clapped Vitus on his back as the crowd started to disperse. Most teenagers loved to see others being beat up, that's what it was like in District 2. You were either predator or prey and luckily for him, Vitus was the top predator. Apex predator.

"So, our volunteer for this year," Hadrien said, grinning at Vitus.

Vitus nodded and leaned against an ugly brick wall. Several girls went past and he winked. Vitus wasn't heavily muscled; his body was lean and tall. However he took pride in it. "Of course," he replied in his deep voice.

"A Quell as well, man. You're going to rock it and besides I've heard a rumour going around," Hadrien said, flexing his arms. He looked left and right before smirking. "I've heard that people are so scared of you that no one else is volunteering this year!"

Vitus raised an eyebrow, "You serious, I have that sort of power?"

"That's what I've heard. Well, you scared all the male competition. The females are all still open to volunteering. As far as power goes, I think so."

Vitus smiled. Taking a glance around the grubby District, the two set off down the narrow streets, Vitus taking in the loud and smoky air. Today was the Reaping, the time every District 2 person loved. Vitus had been training for years and now he felt more confident than he'd ever been. They turned a corner and strode down a street that was filled with the sound of pick axes striking stone. Masonry. If you didn't become a victor that is where you ended up.

Finally the two ended up in front of Vitus's house he shared with both his parents. "Can you go in? Pick up my spears and stuff?" Vitus asked, warily staring at the house.

"Why? Aren't you coming in?" Hadrien asked, taking the keys off Vitus. He gave him a puzzled look.

"Nah, I'm trying to stay away from my parents, I don't want to get attached to them just before I volunteer. Otherwise it'll be emotional and I won't look good," Vitus responded and Hadrien nodded before heading inside, leaving Vitus to stare around. After a while Hadrien came back out, hoisting spears on his shoulders.

The two of them took a stroll down to the Training Centre. Training for the Games might have been illegal but the Capitol never did anything about it and so it carried on. Soon they arrived at the stone building, coloured crudely in a red colour. Going in the two of the changed clothes before heading into one of the practice rooms. A crowd was already there watching a teenage girl spar with an older boy. She roughly held a rapier, twirling it around as she swaggered towards her victim.

Hadrien arched an eyebrow as Vitus narrowed his eyes. Within ten seconds, she had the boy kneeling on the ground begging for mercy. A cheer went up around them and Vitus took a couple of steps forward, the crowd quickly clearing to make room for him. It looked like Hadrien was right. He did have power.

The boy below him looked from the girl to Vitus before scampering off. She looked at him, her icy blue eyes boring into him. He puffed himself up as she twirled the rapier in her hands. "Well, if it isn't the little volunteer," she said, amusement in her tone.

Vitus narrowed his eyes further, trying to sense whether she was teasing him. No one teased him. No one. "And you are?" he asked carefully.

Running her hand along her lips she finally breathed, "Lissa Dragomir and you must be little Vit."

His nostrils flared as Hadrien slipped a spear slowly into his hands. He twirled it in his hands gently, trying to be graceful. Vitus wasn't one for being graceful. Her cat like figure moved gracefully though, each move like a ballerina. Only one that was much more deadly. "Never call me 'little Vit'," he growled, aiming the spear.

"Or what?" she asked and Vitus threw the spear. She performed a forward roll, dodging the spear nimbly. However the spear had been close, nearly biting into her soft but pale flesh. Without a second thought, she ran at him, the rapier outstretched. He dodged and swung out his leg. She tripped, falling hard. Spitting to the side, he put a foot on her back and forced her down.


Lissa Dragomir, 18 years old.

Lissa tried to laugh but a well-placed foot stopped her. She wasn't scared of Vitus, the little 16 year old wannabe victor. She had plenty of tricks up her sleeves. "Or that," he spat, his dark brown eyes burning with hatred.

"And here's me thinking that we were getting on so well," she said with mock sweetness. He growled and she gave out a small chuckle. Exhaling, she took a moment and then put her hands behind her back, grabbing his leg and hauling him over to the side. He fell, bawling and she heard him land by her side with a thump. Scrabbling to her feet, she fixed him a look of disapproval. Slowly, he got back to his feet. "You should always keep your guard up," she said mockingly, licking her bottom lip.

Smiling, she then went over to pick her rapier up and she slotted it back into its sheath. Giving Vitus a mock salute, she walked out of the room to a crowd of faces. The facial expressions ranged from shock to anger to admiration. But she took it how it came.

Lissa knew she was a bitch and that not many people liked her. But frankly, she couldn't care less. Changing clothes into something more comfortable, she walked back outside, enjoying the sun that was starting to come through the clouds. Walking down one of the cobbled streets that signified the older part of the District, she felt another presence by the side of her. Without even looking at the person next to her, it spoke "I've just heard what happened."

"Ooh, news travels fast, Lily," Lissa intoned, not even bothering to roll her eyes.

"You shouldn't mess with Vitus. You've heard what people say," Lily said, her eyebrows creasing into a worried look.

Lissa rolled her eyes this time, "Like I care. He's only a little boy begging for some attention." The two walked in silence, passing a group of kids which were already discussing what had happened. As Lissa passed, they stared then broke out into a chorus of whispers. Lissa smirked and the two of them settled down in the small grassland area that was called a park despite being tiny and having exactly one tree.

Another boy with blonde hair took a seat next to them. It was surprising really; no one in District 2 had blonde hair. "Hey Sam," Lily said, blushing.

Sam nodded to the two of them before saying, "Either of you planning to volunteer this year?"

Lily shook her head but Lissa's mouth curled into a smile. "I might," she said and the two turned to her. She shrugged, "Why not. I mean it's a quell and it'll be fun."

Sam nodded thoughtfully as Lily gave her a happy but worried smile. Taking a look at the time, Lissa realised that if she wanted to volunteer, she better get home to get ready.

Getting home, she fell onto the plush sofa and stared across at her siblings playing table tennis on the dining room table. Sirius was obviously the better player but he was being clumsy so that her little sister Katie could win. He faked a gasp of sadness as the ball went passed him and Katie called in delight. "I'm going to get ready for the reaping," Lissa said after watching them for a bit.

"Good, it's about time. We're already ready," Sirius said, hitting the ping pong ball softly. Lissa charged up the stairs and carefully ran the shower. The soft water hit against her body as she got in, first slowly taking off her clothes. Sinking into the bathtub, she smiled.

After a long soak she finally picked something out to wear.

The Hunger Games, here I come!


Vitus "Vit" Cassian, 16 years old.

Vitus stood among the squashed in crowds at the reaping. His short hair dark brown hair had been gelled back and he wore a smart suit, the only one he owned. Taking a glance around he saw the two Capitol children being led on the stage. The male looked brutish, muscled shoulders that did not look right with his maroon coloured hair. The girl had a mysterious air to her along with thick purple eyeliner and hair to boot. Both were being led on stage by General Becquerel, the escort that acted like an army veteran. Smirking, Vitus watched as he yelled some commands to the two kids and they both shouted back with a 'yes sir.'

Finally, the plaza grew quiet as the Mayor introduced them to another reaping. Vitus heard a wave of excitement buzz around the plaza and looking at Hadrien, the two nodded. Then General Becquerel came forward, his head raised as his tight jaw clicked into place. "Right, District 2. Let's get down to business!" he yelled, a shout to match his enthusiasm.

"And the male is Status Jones!" he shouted. A boy about the same age came towards the front, his walk casual. Most turned to Vitus at this point and Status's eyes also seemed to be scanning around. I've got this is the bag, he thought.

"Any volunteers?" he bawled, Becquerel's beady eyes looking around. Smirking casually, Vitus stepped out of line and swaggered towards the stage. Proud, confident, maybe even to the point of arrogance. Once Vitus told his name a cry went up, and he provoked them further, getting the crowds to go wild. And they did. Fists were raised in the air as the children yelled and called, a barbaric display of power. Once they had calmed down General Becquerel yelled, as he seemed to have no voice below a shout, "You, with Adamantine!"

The brutish boy stood next to him, his thick muscles tattooed with black dragons. It has hard to believe that this boy was only 16 years old.

"Females!"


Lissa Dragomir, 18 years old.

Lissa hadn't joined in with the little display of love for the male tribute. She had no love for him and would sooner see him suffer. Looking across at Sam, the two nodded to each other. This would be her moment now. So, she would be stuck with the mysterious girl. Better than being with the idiot. Adamantine looked like one of low intelligence, preferring power over wisdom. That was always people's downfalls.

And then, in his 100 decibel voice, General Becquerel screamed the girl's name. "Alexis Stacey!"

A small girl the age of 12 started to hobble to the front, her left leg encased in a cast. Lissa didn't feel much sympathy but it would look much better if she were to volunteer for her anyway. Eyes narrowed, she waited for the scream. "Any volunteers?"

Like a cheetah springing into action, she ran. She ran in huge strides, passing the girls around her. Panting heavily, she snatched the hair of the girl in front of her and threw her onto the floor. She jumped, dodging the girl under her and landed in a roll on the stage. Turning majestically, she smiled outwardly and brushed herself down. Alexis had already left, hobbling towards her parent. Weak.

The other girl came to stand next to her and Lissa could see the dark purple lipstick that she had pasted around her face. "You are, miss?" Becquerel asked, his voice hard.

"Lissa Dragomir!" she replied haughtily and the girl looked at her.

"And that concludes the District 2 reapings!" General Becquerel screamed, waving everyone away. She turned to Lissa, "This here is Sabrina." Then he walked off, leaving the two of them to talk together and hopefully form a plan.