A/N So I got some gash tags back. Thank you very much for that. If you guys look at my avatar you will get a sneak peak of book two's cover!

The camera's give a shocking bolt as they flash in front of my face. I move past the wide eyed citizens walking towards the silver bullet shaped train. Cato files behind me closely his body presses close to mine as we file up the stairs.

A flash of natural light hits my face as I stand in the open doorway of the train. Ellie clicks into the train chattering exceptionally. I follow behind her keeping my hands folded behind my back. A variety of smells crawl into my nostrils several cushions and furniture decorate the parlor I stand in.

I smile as the gleam of metal utensils flash in front of my face making myself familiar with the sharp ones. I approach the utensils slowly rubbing my finger across the blade of a knife. Cato watches me from across a long table, his green eyes flashing brightly. I smile at him from my reflection.

His lips curl into a goofy smile, his strong chin sticking out. I make a sharp quick movement. Turning towards him, blade in hand. I thrust it at him without warning, a devilish grin on my freckled face.

Cato doges the blade as the train gives a sudden jolt. Pulling from the station. Ellie turns towards the sound of the whistling metal. I pull another blade thrusting it towards her dress skirt. I laugh as the knife tacks her to the wall, patterned with several of my district mountains.

She gives a surprised screech as I launch onto Cato, failing to knock him over. I thrust my hard cold fist at his face wildly feeling his flesh grow soft. He kicks me across the floor knocking me into a table. I his pulling myself up, I find a large blade on the oak table sliding it through the air.

I watch it tare through his white shirt watching it slide across his rib cage. Blood sprays from his open wound its scarlet body moving wildly. Cato runs his fingers across his gash wincing only momentarily. "Stop!" Ellie hisses trying to un-mount herself. "What's wrong with you!" Cato ignores the feebly woman launching onto me.

I feel his weight crash down onto my short nimble body. I untangle from his grasp punching him again. He launches his fist into my eye his knuckles leaving a deep pain, I use all my might to kick him launching my foot into his wound, opening it deeper. "You were trying to show them my weapon!" I yell.

I set my mouth to yell, but feel a sudden weight crash over me. Large bulky tan muscles wrap around me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I cough fighting under the weight. I look up at Brutus's stern face, all of the veins in his face bulge out deeply. I squirm fighting one of my arms free.

I notice the other tan woman who holds Cato in her grasp, shark like teeth unfold from her small mouth. My hair falls in my face moving like a black wave over my eyes. I reach towards my lifted thigh extracting my weapon from its leathery clutch.

I stab the strong man forcing the blade deep into his layered flesh forcing it past the muscles. He releases me sending me crashing surprisingly several feet onto the ground, I finally notice his height as I pull my blade away. I roll across the ground thrusting my throwing knife towards Cato, "were not doing this little lady!" Brutus yells snatching me by my neck.

I crash across the table feeling a deep heat rush to my face. Brutus's strong hands lift me up high in the air. As if he's a child with a stick in his hands. I squirm in the air my now loose hair falls across my face its long dark waves tangling around me.

I feel the air extract from me as one of the man's hands wrap around me neck, the other one clutching my thigh. He shakes me. "This look like the arena to you!" He ask looking at Cato's bloody face sternly. "Answer me!" He yells. "Both of you." He yells, his deep voice shaking the train lightly.

I choke my words out softly. "No." I squirm. Cato breathes his chest rising and falling quickly. "No." He shakes his head. "Then why in the hell are you fighting!" Enobaria's feminine voice has a deep threatening tone to it. I don't respond feeling my face turn a deep hot crimson.

Brutus slams me down onto the hard ground the train shakes under the hard weight. I roll over in pain, my body becomes weak under the pressure. I can hear the sound of Enobaria throw Cato next to me. My chest rises and falls quickly the room grows dark under my weight.

I feel the heat of Cato's body next to mine as I move into an unconscious statement.

A/N You guys should really check out the new cover I made for book two, just click on my name at the top of this chapter, don't forget to review, and hashtag Let them live.