A/N: Hey guys, sorry this took a while, but I was out of town for a week. This is up though! So enjoy.

But do note that I do not own The Hunger Games idea! I just own the characters I created.

I walked straight from school, with Samson holding my hand, to The Military Academy. I was shaking at a rapid pace. Once we got to the building similar to the Justice Building, but not as tall and had Training rooms, I stopped in my tracks looking up and down the building.

"Eu, you don't have to," Samson began rubbing my hand.

"Yes I do." I said immediately. I took a deep breath and walked through the large, heavy doors with Samson trailing behind me. When we came to the split hallway where girls and boys went separately we faced each other.

"Don't kill Enobaria." He joked.

"I'll try my best." I smiled.

He looked at me for a moment, taking in my present. I couldn't take the look of worry on his face so I squeezed him tightly, so he wouldn't get away from me. He wrapped his arms around me as well and kissed the top of my head lightly.

"I'll see you when I get out." I pecked him lightly on the lips then went down my hallway anxiously.

I reached the room where we all gathered to receive our training scores. On the stage there was a long marble table that sat 5 of the Hunger Games female victors. It did include Enobaria.

"You are one impressive girl Miss Lynchester." Enobaria looked at me.

I nodded politely in response. I told myself I have to be friendlier to her from now on. She went back to looking through papers. It grew silent except for their whispers I couldn't understand.

I have never been to this part of the selection. The picked the top 5 most eligible girls and boy, then brought them in for one last evaluation. Then they decide who should be picked for volunteering.

"Eucalyptus, your brother died in the Hunger Games is that true?" One of the women, I recognized as Sahan Eclipta, spoke up.

"Yes, it's true." I said sternly not looking at Enobaria.

"Very inquiring….," She trailed, looking in deep thought.

"What is?" I snapped trying to control my frustration.

"I'm not trying to input anything Miss Lynchester, but when most people lose a loved one like that they take on a different reaction."

"It sounds like you're trying to say something."

"I just want to make sure your loyalty is staying with District 2 and even the Capitol."

"Where else would it go? I want to be in The Hunger Games don't I?"

"Lynchester, when a family member dies they normally lose it. As in they try to get back at the Capitol and rebel. This in the end makes them an Avox or dead. So we just don't want you to go into the Capitol and try anything funny." Enobaria answered her dark eyes gaping back at me.

"I don't need to get back at the Capitol for anything. I want to win The Hunger Games. Not for you, not for my brother, not for my friends, not even for me. It's for my mom and dad. I think they have suffered enough heartbreak for a lifetime." I explained.

"What happens if you don't come back?" Sahan pressed.

"Then I don't come back."

They all exchanged looks and flipped through more papers. "Miss Lynchester, even though you are from District 2, you have a huge reason to get back at the Capitol. Why wouldn't you do so?" Sahan asked.

"I don't have a reason. That's why." I immediately answer.

"What the hell are you talking about Eucalyptus?" Enobaria said in a gruff voice.

"I'm sorry to disappointment you Enobaria. I know you are very proud to have killed my brother, but you only took the visible part of him. You can never take what time I did have with him. They all linger in my memories forever. No one can take that away." I barked. "You all cannot break me. Neither can the Capitol. So why should I be mad? In fact I'm happy to come from District 2."

They all stared at me. Enobaria looked surprised and confused. Considering the fact I almost broke her wrist yesterday, and now I say I don't care that my brother was killed, she had a right to be confused. I came to a realization that he's not coming back and I have got to get passed him and move on. I can't get mad when someone merely mentions his name. It's not what he would want.

"Eucalyptus, we would be honored if you represented District 2 this year." Sahan smiled.

"I would be honored to." I nodded politely.

Everyone at the table claps except Enobaria who still looks mixed up and frazzled. "Okay, who would you like to select to be your mentor?" Sahan asked.

I look at them one by one. They all are people who vary with age, but won the same way. Domination. Only one sticks out to me.

"Enobaria." I said forcefully.

Enobaria had her eyes very wide and I'm pretty sure was questioning my sanity. "You're shitting, right?"

"No, you're the one who I want." I said.

"Thank you for your time." Sahan nodded and let me know I could leave.

I walked out and I could hear footsteps behind me. "Eucalyptus, just wait a damn minute!" Enobaria yelled. I turned around and she caught up to me. "I just want to know, why?"

"Why I picked you? Why I don't give a crap that you killed my brother anymore?" I asked.

"Why did you pick me? It doesn't make since." She growled.

"You made it out of The Hunger Games for one, and because you stuck out." I said rather calmly.

"I stuck out! Of course I did, I killed your fucking brother!" Enobaria shouted.

I lifted her by her shirt and threw her against a wall. "If you're trying to get me pissed, it's not going to work out well for the both of us now. Remember you're my mentor."

"Lynchester, I don't like to play nice." She was struggling to get out of my grip but kept failing.

"What a coincidence, I don't either. But I'll manage with you." I threw her to the side and continued down the hallway. "I'll see you tomorrow Barriers."

When I got out of the building I saw Samson waiting for me. "Hey how did it go?" I asked him.

"I didn't get selected." He smiled. "You did though."

"I did, guess who I picked as my mentor." I hugged him.

"Who?"

"Enobaria."

"Why did you do that?" Samson laughed.

"I wanted her." I shrugged.

"I don't think I'll ever understand you." He kissed me softly.

"I wonder why they didn't pick you." I remembered.

He shrugged slightly then picked me up and planted a kiss on my cheek. He began to carry me back to his house.

"You know Samson I can walk." I said as he sat me on the couch next to him.

"I know, but I like the way you feel in my arms." He smiled taking my hands in his.

"I do too." I kissed him leaning on top of his body. He wrapped his arms around my hips as I was completely on top of him. He began kissing my neck and chills went down my whole body.

"Samson, is anyone home?" I asked.

"No," He smiled back.

I got slowly got up and took one of his hands. I pulled him all the way to his room. His blue bed was neatly made although his desk was untidy with papers everywhere. Everything else, books and such, looked neat.

"Samson, I leave tomorrow." I cooed as I ran my finger along the bed.

"Eu, we can't." He forced the words out. I could see his boner clearly through his pants.

"No one is home." I raised my eyebrow.

"Eu,"

"I may not come back. I just want every part of you." I placed one of my hands on his face and the other on his chest.

"Don't you dare talk like that! You're coming home to me." He spat. He turned away looking out his small window. Now it was his turn to have the tears. I walked over and hugged his back. I kissed the very bottom of the back of his neck, which is all I could reach.

"Samson, I'm going to be okay. I promise." I tried to calm him down. He was still weeping. I couldn't take it.

"Samson, look at me." My voice cracked and I knew I was about to cry as well.

He turned around, and his sad eyes were too much. "I'm going to be okay." The tears were released. "Samson, I need a memory, something to hang on to. It will make being away from you more bearable." I wiped his tears and he did the same to mine. Then leaned in and kissed me.

We found our way to his bed; we were still kissing as he was on top of me. I began to pull of his grey shirt and it revealed is perfectly toned and muscular body. He was so perfect, nothing could ruin this moment.

We ended up under the covers naked. We were as close as we possibly could be. I was lying next to him as he kissed my neck. "Samson, I'm ready." I breathed. He nodded, and with that rolled on top of me.

I must've dozed off because I woke up a bit later with Samson next to me sleeping. I kissed his nose and his eyes fluttered open. "Hey beautiful," He kissed my nose.

"I wish I could stay with you forever, but my dad would kill me." I sighed blissfully.

"Him, I am scared of. I can walk you home." He put on his clothes I watched him as I was still in the bed. He noticed just as he put his boxers on.

"I'm glad I turn you on." He gave a cocky smile.

I blushed and got up to put my clothes on. After putting on my light blue dress I braided my hair into a bun. It was a little messy from Samson running his hands through my hair. I turned and faced him. We had matching smiles.

"How am I going to make it while you're gone?" He kissed my forehead.

"I'll be back before you know it." I began to walk out of his bedroom door. I grabbed my bag next to the couch and we set off for my house. The whole way we held hands. I was smiling so much. The way Samson felt so close to me, I would never forget.

"I'll see you tomorrow." I kissed his cheek. "I'm going to be okay."

"Okay." He hugged me. I walked through the door and he turned back to his house.

"Dad, I'm home." I called out shutting the door.

"Hey, I made dinner." He was in the kitchen.

I leaned on the kitchen counter. "You are looking at District 2's female tribute."

"Oh honey, that's great! Your mother would be so proud!" He hugged me.

"I'm going to win, and you will get to do whatever you want." I smiled.

"We'll finally have time to go on those walks." He said. I beamed in excitement.

"Dad, do you happen to know where mom had my reaping dress?" I asked. I remember she was working on it. She wanted it to be perfect.

"Yes, I had Samson's mom help me finish it. It will be ready for you tomorrow." My dad went back to making dinner. I loved that my dad tried to take up cooking after mom died. It was really sweet.

I went to the kitchen table and thought about tomorrow. Soon I would be on a train to the Capitol. I will be in the arena with blood on my hands. This feeling grew in my stomach. It was already there but I tried as hard as I could to shove it out. I was hurt, and I wasn't ready to be in the situation Mazer was in. I stopped thinking about it, trying to shove it out of my head. I'm okay, I can do this.

The bright light flooding through my window woke me up. I scrambled out of bed, and trudged to the bathroom where I cleansed my teeth and took a shower. I put on a white robe and went into the kitchen to find my dad sitting at the table.

"Hey Eu," He was dressed in a button down shirt tucked into a dark pair of pants.

"Hey, daddy. You look nice." I kissed his cheek.

"You want to see your dress?" Dad asked.

"Yes!" I said with excitement. It was a piece of my mother, and I wanted it.

I sat at the table as I waited for my dad to get the dress. My mom always went all out for my reaping dresses. She wanted me to look nice and respectful for all of Panem. When my dad reappeared he had the most gorgeous dress I have ever seen my mother make. It was a beautiful dark green color and the skirt was ruffled with a tutu finish (Mom's favorite). The dress was long sleeved, but the neck line dropped into a V.

"Dad, it's beautiful!" I had tears of joy in my eyes.

"Your mom did most of it, there was barely anything left to do." Dad smiled looking at a part of my mother.

"Thank you." I hugged my dad then went placed my dress on my bed.

After eating breakfast, I returned to the bathroom to comb my hair. My hair was almost completely dry by the time I finished. I decided to do a two strain braid starting from the root of my hair, curving along right above my right ear, making its way to the back which I braided in with the rest of my hair.

I checked to make sure no hairs were out of place, then walked into my bedroom, and over to my bed. It laid one of the most beautiful dresses I have ever seen. For the award shows, The Capitol has some amazing dress. If it wasn't for that, no doubt this would be the most beautiful dress. I took off my robe and pulled the dress over my undergarments.

I went back into the mirror to see how I looked. My mother had made this dress fit perfectly to my body. As where the tutu flooded out, the torso part hugged my figure. I heard a knock on the door and shouted that they could come in.

To my surprise it was Samson looking at the mirror through me. "Wow, you look so beautiful."

"Not as beautiful as you!" I smiled at his nice white button up shirt with black slacks. He looked so handsome and sophisticated.

He smiled and wrapped his arms around my hips. "I saw your dad and my mom working on it for you. I couldn't wait to see how it looked on you." I saw tears accumulate in his eyes.

"Shhhh, don't cry." I faced his chest.

"You're going to be okay." He inhaled with his eyes shut.

"Yes, I am. I'm going to come home." I supported his face in my hands. He opened his eyes and kissed my lips. It gave me goose bumps. These were the final kisses before I was off to the Capitol.

"Eucalyptus?" My dad called and it broke us apart.

"Come in here Mr. Lynchester, Eu looks absolutely gorgeous." Samson winked at me.

My dad trotted in, and instead of yelling at me for having a boy in my room, had a look of awe on his face. "Eucalyptus," He placed his hands on my arms. "My baby girl is so grown up. She has turned into a stunning young woman." He kissed my head.

After he left the room Samson faced me "We have to go soon."

"I know." I sighed. This is the one thing that is going to be hard to say goodbye to. I thought to myself.

"You'll be back before you know it." He offered a frail smile. I collapsed in his chest and he rubbed my back as he kissed the top of my head.

The familiar sound singling us to make our way to the Justice Building sounded. He grabbed my left hands and we walked out of the door to my room. My dad followed us our way out of the house. There was an utterly hush each time we walked to the reaping, I couldn't explain why. Samson squeezed my hand tighter and tighter each time we grew closer. We finally let go when we reached the check in.

"Next," The women taking blood said with boredom. I automatically stuck out my finger, with a bit of eager and nervousness. Samson was behind me and after they did him, I collided into his arms. He gave me a long kiss then Peacekeepers pushed us into our different gender sections.

I found Sinn rather quickly and hugged her. Her face was damp with tears.

"Sinn?" I asked with worry.

"Lunth broke up with me last night. I thought everything was good. He just said he didn't feel anything, he likes someone else." Sinn wiped her face. "Eucalyptus, I think it's you."

"What? No, he doesn't Sinn." I looked at her in shock. Me? Certainly not.

"The way he looks at you. He never looks at anyone like that. Not even me." Sinn sobbed some more.

"Sinn, I..." I began, but couldn't think of what to say. What do you say in these situations? Who did he call it off for? Why did this all happen before reaping?

"Welcome, District 2!" The Capitol accent broke my thoughts. It was District 2's Hunger Games escort Fidelity Rompster. "Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favour!" Her huge white smile was beaming.

The mayor came up and spoke about the history of The Hunger Games, and then they showed a video about the Dark Days and how the rebels rebelled against the Capitol. Honestly who would be stupid enough to think they could overthrow the Capitol's power.

Once the video ended Fidelity's annoying voiced boomed again "Now, the time has come to select one man and woman for the honor of representing District 2 in the 69th annual Hunger Games." The audience applauded, and she continued. "Ladies first!"

She walked over to the glass bowl and slipped her hand inside very carefully. Her hand mixed around until she found a piece of paper at the bottom. She unfolded it and carefully read the name. "Regina Applegate."

Shit, Regina! "I volunteer!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. The eyes slowly turned around. I didn't care how desperate or strange I sounded. Regina was my friend and I panicked.

"Oh, how lovely, A volunteer!" Fidelity gestured me towards the stage with her long fake lilac curved nails, that had flashy red gems that weren't to appealing.

I walked up slowly and everyone clapped until I reached the stage.

"Well, dear what is your name?" He hot pink curls brushed my arm as she got close to me with her microphone.

"Eucalyptus Lynchester," I said monotone.

"Let's give another hand to Eucalyptus."

After the crowd calmed down she announced it was time for the boys. I skimmed the crowd for Samson who was watching me carefully. I smiled at him, but before he smiled back she called out the boy's tribute name. "Samson Aliter!"

Samson looked scared of all things. Why did he look scared? The person who was supposed to volunteer would. But as he grew closer to the stage no one said anything. I realized why he was scared. I felt like there was no air left in my lungs. My knees became very weak and I almost fell when Enobaria hoisted me up. I couldn't stay standing so she held on to me. No, this couldn't be happening? It's was nightmare. If it was Samson was almost at the stage and it would be all over. But something happened that I was half thankful half wishing it didn't happen.

"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute! Stop!" It was a voice; I knew well, a voice that couldn't ever be mistaken. It was Lunth.

A/N: WHAT THE EFF? Crazy I know! Next chapter should be up Sunday or Monday possibly even Saturday or earlier, but I know exactly what is going to happen. Review if you liked it, I hope you did! AND YES THEY DID THE DIRTY GET OVER IT KIDS. :3