Training POV's: D1 Female, D2 Male, D3 Female, D4 Male, D5 Female, D6 Male, D7 Female, D8 Male, D9 Female, D10 Male, D11 Female, D12 Male.

Bloodbth POv's: D1 Male, D2 Female, D3 Male, D4 Female, D5 Male, D6 Female, D7 Male, D8 Female, D9 Male, D10 Female, D11 Male, D12 Female.

Sorry it's been so long... But here's the 3rd chapter! Enjoy! And I promise, the chapter WILL get longer once it's the tributes point of veiw. ;)

~Meghan

Trains Part 1

Panem; District ?

Ariana Powers POV

I take a bite of my apple at the table and look at my two tributes. Patrick Collins is eighteen and Scarlet Moon is thirteen. I swallow and look over at Beetee who's fiddeling with his wires.

"Volts, they look like they've been struck by lightening," I whisper.

He looks up at them. It's true.

The girl has her all frizzed and tears that streaked her face and puffy red eyes. She sniffles and rubs one and looks at her empty plate.

Patrick just stares out the window, not moving, not blinking. You could mistake him for a statue.

Beetee sighs. "Hey, you two..."

Scarlet looks at him, but Patrick stays staring.

I tap his arm and finally have to pinch him out of the daydream.

"I know this is... scary," Beetee begins. "But, it's either you or them. Crying and drifting off won't help. I locked myself in my bedroom when I first got repaed, but then I actually focused on tying to win. You two should do the same."

Scarlet looks at me then at Beeteee. "How did you both win?"

I look at Beeteee who looks down giultily at his wires. "Beetee won by making an electrical trap around the Arena except him, then waited for a storm and electracuted the rest of the tributes."

Scarlet lets out a little whimper. Beetee sighs. "I know... I still feel horrible for it."

Patrick looks at me. "What about you?"

I swallow, feeling that weird feeling in my throat, and tears coming up in my eyes. "I-I don't want to tlak about it."

Petal Klip, our escort, wlaks in at this point and looks at us. "Everyone comes out of the Arena with scars."

Patrick glares at her. "But you people enjoy watching us die."

Petal looks like she got slapped. "Excuse me?" She whispers.

I shake my head at Patrick. He glares at me too, then looks at his plate. He reminds me of a tribute a couple years back. I was only a couple years ago named Simon. He was 18, too, when I was 17. Now, I'm finally out of reaping age, but still. He was cocky, conceited, smart, but too confident. He ended getting his head chopped off my Johanna Mason.

Will that happen to the these two? One has to die, right? Which one will it be if not both?

What pain will I see this time?