Running through the trees, I hear the girl from District 1 behind me, running. She's content on killing me, I think. I see a knife flash just past my head and hear a cannon. Who died? I think quickly but just as I was thinking that, I tripped. The thing I tripped over was Jonathan, with a knife in his chest. How did he get here? He's not part of the Games, I was thinking rapidly. I hear the District 1 girl coming up so I sprint behind a tree. She runs past and I go back to Jonathan. "Jonathan," I say quietly. "Wake up. You have to go. You can't be here."

I feel a tear rolling down my cheek. I hear a twig snap and something tackles me. I grunt as I hit the ground. I feel a bolt of pain in my left arm; I realize I landed on it. "Well, well, well..what do we have here?" a familiar voice says ominously. The owner of said voice flipsme over so fast, I don't have a chance to react. I saw the girl from District 1, sitting happily on top of me. "I need an adult," I say sarcastically with a smirk.

She punches me in the face and I taste my own blood. She smiles sweetly and laughs, "I'm gonna make this slow and torturous for you and fun for me." I spit my blood on her face and attempt a punch with my good arm. The girl deflects my punch and lands one of her own to my throat. I gasp for air and she says, "I think I know where to start. With the arms."

She looks in her belt, picking a knife carefully. With an evil smile, she pulls out one with a serrated blade. "No," I say but she pins down my arm and raises the knife. "No, no, NO!" I scream and she brings down the knife.

I jumped up in bed and looked around. That was only a nightmare,I thought. I wiped the cold sweat off my forehead and stayed sitting. I could hear the rain hitting the window then I had a realization. "How did I get into bed?" I wondered aloud since the last thing I remembered was passing out against the wall of the bathroom. I rubbed my eyes and looked to my left. Spencer was sitting in a chair, asleep. "Spencer," I called but to no avail. I picked up a pillow and chucked it at him. He jumped up and looked at me. "Figures," he said sleepily.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

"Well," he started. "I came in here to bug you about your mentor then I saw you passed out. So I dragged you back to your bed and sat down to catch my breath, you should lay off those potatoes."

"Hey, I am not fat," I protested.

"Then I dozed off," he finished as if I never interrupted him.

"Thanks."

"Uh-huh. This doesn't mean we're friends."

"The chances of me dating a cat are higher than the chances of me ever dreaming of being friends with you."

He said nothing and walked out. I got up, brushed my teeth, showered, and changed into another back shirt from the closet in the room. I walked to the dining compartment and noticed an Avox standing by the table. "Do you mind if I serve myself?" I asked him. He shook his head and I started to pile food onto my plate. There was eggs, bacon, fried potatoes, breakfast cakes, ham, muffins, and fruit. I piled on fried potatoes, eggs, and bacon. I sat down and the rest of the group came in as I was examining the contents of the three glasses in front of me. One contained milk, another contained an orangey-yellow liquid, and the last on contained a chocolate colored liquid. Spencer noticed this and smirked. "What? Never had orange juice or hot chocolate before?"

"I'm sorry my family doesn't drink more than water or milk," I retorted.

"That's because you're poor and I'm not so poor," he sneered.

"Your point being?"

"My parents make more money than you do. How much do yours make? Oh, wait, that's right, your parents don't live together because your dad left."

I picked up my knife and threw it at him. It cut his cheek and landed firmly in the wall behind him. "Wanna say that again?" I asked him, fuming with anger. Spencer's eyes were wide and he picked up his napkin to clean up the blood.

I sat back down and it was very quiet. Carrot-With-Limbs' eyes were wide with shock. Johan was trying to help Spencer. Loriana had no expression then said, "Well, now we know Kristen can throw knives."

I drank my hot chocolate and ate my eggs, bacon, and potatoes. I downed my orange juice next. I got up and left the compartment and I heard someone else get up too. I turned around and saw Spencer walking. Oh great, what's he gonna do now? Cry for mommy?, I thought. Halfway down the corridor, he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. "Rape? I need an adult," I said with a smirk.

"I am an adult," he said, tightening his grip.

"I need a different adult," I remarked cooly.

"That's not gonna happen," he said and hit landed a punch to my face. "Ever do that again, and I'll make sure I torture you in the arena."

"I'm so afraid Spencer," I retorted. "I'm shaking in my shoes. Why don't you just have mommy take care of you? Just like you did three years ago."

He brought a knee up to my stomach and threw me to the ground. Then he kicked me in the face. "Aw, too bad you couldn't grab that," he mimicked. Obviously Spencer remembered that original encounter.

He turned to walk away and I called, "One more thing Spencer."

Spencer turned around and I brought up my arm. I hit him where it hurt and he gave a short scream of pain then fell to the floor. I stood up and looked down at him with a laugh. I walked down to where the medical station was and checked to see if there was anyone inside or around. There was no one so I slipped inside. I was going through the cabinets when I found what I was looking for. There was so much morphling, I could hardly believe it. There must've been at least 150 vials. I grabbed about 20 and a syringe, then hurried out.

I made it back to my room and sat on the bed. I contemplated a good place to hide them. I finally decided to wrap them up in paper and slide them between the mattress and bed frame. I kept one by my side and slid the rest away. I filled up the syringe and found a good spot on my arm. After I was done, I slid the syringe with the rest of the vials and then moved to the other side of my room. I opened the window and threw the empty vile out. After I shut the window and sat down, Loriana knocked and came in. "Vials of morphling are missing from the medical station, do you know where they are?" she asked with a hint of suspicion.

"No, why would I?" I asked, slightly paranoid.

"Cause your friend was asked and he said you would know."

"He isn't my friend and I still don't know where they are."

"Is that why you're on it now?" Loriana asked. "Don't give me that look, I do it too."

I sighed. "I only took one vial, the rest are a mystery," I lied.

She eyed me then nodded and walked out. I looked out the window again. It was late morning, we'd be at the Capitol around sixish. I got up and walked out of the room. I walked around the train for a bit before going back to the TV room where we watched the reaping recaps. Along the wall on the far end of the room, are rows of cases. I move closer to them and realize that they are discs of past games. Each case has the number game on them, the winner's name, and their district number. I pulled out the case of the very first Hunger Games. The winner's name was Post Tassle from District 2. I put in the disc and watched it for a bit. I forwarded it to the end when it was Post and another boy. Post, covered with cuts and blood, was pinned to the ground by a knife stuck in his hand. He ended up kicking the boy in the face, ripped the knife out of his hand and stabbed the boy in the neck. Wow,I thought.

I put the disc and case back. I pulled out the case for the 25th Games. The winner was Geruby Uperknee from District 7. The 25th Games was a Quarter Quell and the districts had to vote for tributes. I sat down to watch and at the end, Geruby was leading another tribute in circles. Geruby stopped at the lake, which was frozen over, and turned to watch the other tribute charging at her. At the last second, she stepped away and the tribute ran onto the ice and slipped. Gerbuy ran out to kill him but they both slipped through and into the water. As they were battling it out under water, Geruby noticed he was trying to go back up for air. She held him back until he drowned then swam up and pulled herself out.

I put the disc away and walked out of the room to notice it was around five thirty. I went back to my room, did another injection of morphling, and cleaned up. I wrapped the vials in my clothing that I originally wore onto the train. We went into a tunnel and I realized we were close. Well, maybe the mountain will collapse and I can avoid going into the Games,I thought hopefully. Once we exited the tunnel, we were in the Capitol. I walked into the hall and the colors were overwhelming. The yellows were like the sun on crack, the greens were like a green paint bomb, the reds were like someone had bled out everywhere. I waved a bit until I got bored and walked down the hall to where Spencer was. He was waving and smiling. "Just so you know, you got food in your teeth," I said while smirk because he was flipping out trying to get the imaginary food out. The train then stopped. We were finally at the Capitol station.