A/N: WAHTS UP MAH ZENS?! In this chapter I had a little help from Crow, she wrote a little bit and I will tell you what at the end. I do not need OCs anymore. If anyone wanted to send them in it's too late. So here we go!


Zyke's POV:
As soon as I got called down to the front desk by Mr. Willow, I felt like something good was going to happen. I felt a positive energy in the air for once. I made my way downstairs struggling because of my limp in my right leg. Once Sky said I was a tribute my heart skipped a beat, I was so happy! 'Jerome!' I thought to myself. I need to see Jerome. I ran up the stairs to my room and locked myself in. I closed my eyes and focused my mind on teleporting since my powers are still unstable. The only thought in my mind was the Team Crafted house, where my Fluffy was. My mind drifted and my body fell into a numb state, the feeling of a teleport. I slowly opened up my eyes and noticed that I was in an open field, about five hundred blocks away from downtown.

I sighed and kicked up to about 50 mph and made it downtown pretty quickly. I had to slow down about 50 blocks away so I wouldn't raise suspicion. I quickly brought out my phone and searched through my contacts until I found 'Jerome3'. I blushed and giggled as I started to call him. Soon after calling, Jerome picked up his cell. "Oh hey biggums! What's up?" He asked cheerily. "Can you meet me in front of the Team Crafted house in a few minutes Jerome?" Seriousness emanated from my voice although, inside I was screaming for joy. "Uh sure Zye, whatever you want." We ended the call and I started walking at a faster pace. I had the two-story house in my sights, with the bacca in front as he said.

"Jerome!" I yelled from a good distance away. He seemed to have heard me, and seen me because he attempted to walk through a group of fans and reporters who had collected less than five seconds. "Hey little buddy!" He exclaimed. I sent him a warm smile before lunging to hug my fluffy friend. "Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!" "Whoa! What did I do Zye?" He asked. "Du fikk meg i vaktliste til å bli den nye rekruttere!" I said looking up at Jerome wide eyed. "English please?" Oops. "Sorry I speak Norwegian when I'm excited or nervous." I said grabbing onto my left wrist. "You got me in the Hunger Games roster you doof! I have a chance!" The taller boy looked down on me, sending me a genuine smile towards me. "You're welcome bud. We couldn't choose, we all had a different orphan in mind so I asked Sky if we could have a Hunger Games." I looked up and sent the bacca the biggest smile I could muster. "You did that for me?" I asked wide eyed. "Well you are my boyfriend, I broke up with Becky by the way. She was chill dood." NO FORKING WAY! Jerome Aceti is my boyfriend! Eep! "I love you biggums." I said wrapping my arms around Jerome's neck. "I love you more." He said wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me close. "I love you most." I finished before our lips made contact in the most passionate kiss. I could feel cold stares directed towards us from people passing by, I didn't care for I was in the arms of the love of my life. We broke apart and the stairs subsided. "I want you to train me." I stated. "Oh y-yeah sure!"

Ty's POV: (About half an hour later)
I walked down Flint Street, humming softly along to the dubstep music in my headphones. Sky was off telling the orphans about the hunger games, so the majority if the rest of Team Crafted was setting up the special arena. Mitch said he needed to talk to one orphan while Jerome was... Well Jerome's doing something else. That left Ian, Quentin, Jason, and I to design the arena. Jason was coding in the dome, Ian was hiding chests and loot, and Quentin was terraforming. They quickly realized however, that I'm just about as useful in building as I am in parkour. Ian said I should reflect on things for a while while gently pushing me out of their work area. "Ty." I turned around and saw Kat standing behind me, some kind of a stick in hand. "You promised," she said in a hurt voice, pointing the stick thing at me, which I could now see was some kind of hook attached to a handle. "What are you talking about?" I asked, confused. "You promised that you wouldn't recommend me to Team Crafted." I bit my lip, "I didn't." "Then why was I put on the list for the Hunger Games?" "You were? What's your PvP score at school?" I asked. "97%. Why?" "Seven orphans were recommended, and other orphans with high PvP scores were added to make it more interesting. I'm sorry, I didn't know they would add you," I appologized. "Well if I win by accident, I am NOT joining Team Crafted," she stated, starting to walk away. "Why?" I called to her. "Let's just say Mitch and Jerome may or may not hate me in the future," she responded ominously before turning a corner.

Zyke's POV: (About an hour and forty-five minutes later)
Jerome and I decided to train for two hours in an open field starting about fifteen minutes after he agreed. Despite the pain I kept feeling from my right leg, I wanted to continue training. I hate that monster who seems to fill his joy and emptiness by beating me. The pain gradually worsened as time passed, it was unbearable, but I don't want Jerome to worry. "Okay, I think that should be enough for today." Jerome said after helping me work on my axe skills. "Do you know what time it is?" I ask turning to Jerome after finishing off with the iron Betty. "Um I don't know dood, I think it's around five thirty maybe." My eyes widened. "Shit… I-I have to go!" My voice was shaky and fear was clearly present. Before Jerome could say anything else, I snapped my finger and faded out of sight, only to be met with my crappy room in the orphanage. In an instant Mr. Willow barged through the door with a police baton in hand. (A/N: It is a police baton right? Or should I just call it a nightstick?) "Where the Nether are you, you little brat!" Then his gaze rested upon me. "Snuck out again Lander? You know the consequences of your actions, you never learn do you. Downstairs, NOW!" I flinched as the stern man walked out the door, soon after I heard his voice booming through the halls. "Everyone to the library if you know what's best for you maggots!" Looks like I'm gonna take another beating…


So yes Mr. Willow is an abusive caretaker, I had planned that straight from the beginning.
Zyke: He's and ass hole, he forking gave me my limp!
Well, to be fair, you are very unruly and you do never learn.
Zyke:...
Kat: How the Nether did I get here?
Oh hey Kat, I have a feeling something will happen next chapter to do with you Nikki and Moona.
Nikki and Moona: What?
Nothing! So remember guys, I am a new author, and I still kinda have no idea what I'm doing. I'd appreciate constructive criticism in reviews! I love reading your reviews and getting your inputs! I check the reviews every day at least three times a day! THAT'S HOW MUCH I CARE FOR YOU GUYS! SEE YAH MAH ZENS!