A/N: So, I have some free time and I wanted to post something for you guys who read my story... I might be able to get more than one chapter out, but don't hold me to that because there is a small chance I won't be able to, but I will try my hardest to make it happen for you guys.. So, back to the story I have a couple more chapters before the games begin! In this chapter, we will go through the parade and the interviews...

Chapter 8: Cinna's Deathtrap

"No." I said with absolute certainty."I won't EVER do that! You're trying to kill me before I even get into the games!"

"Calm down, Katniss. It's just a little fake fire, It wont hurt at all, I promise."

"Why is it that I don't believe you?" "Oh, yeah! You're bat crazy!"

"Ouch, Katniss, that hurts.. I thought you would like this idea.."

"Yep, you actually are crazy! You think I want to be set on fire two days after being.. I don't know... CAUGHT ON FIRE!"

I ran out of the room into the bathroom. Is he that stupid? I knew Capitol people were a bit delusional, but come on.. He must have hit his head real hard at some point... I wonder if I hit him again if he would be normal again. I thought for a while longer before I came back out.

"I'll only do it under one condition" I said.

"Which is?"

THE NEXT DAY

"I can't believe you are on fire, Cinna."

He agreed to my conditions and I must say, the flames are pretty impressive. They seem to climb up from his toes to his head and back. He also knows his way around a beauty counter, I must say... My eyes look like they could pierce through anything. My makeup is light, yet the flames reflect off my cheekbones and red lips. My hair is down, and looks deadly. The fire encircles my head like a crown, and I feel like I can actually win the games. Peeta look incredible as well. His clothing forms to his muscles and his face looks strong. He has a lost look in his eyes, but they light up when he looks at me. We step onto the chariot and we are informed to take each others hand.

The crowd is deafening.

There are lights flashing, and people throwing roses at us. I catch some in my hands. I look at them. They smell strong, like they were enhanced. I reach behind me and light them on my cape. Then place them in my hair and the crowd goes wild. The other tributes are all staring. There is a brute boy from one of the larger districts that is furious. He spits in our direction, and it goes unnoticed by the crowd.

We reach the circle, and our flames have died down, but are still burning.

"Welcome, tributes, to the 74th annual Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favor." President Snow himself speaks to the crowd and the 24 tributes, 23 of which will be dead in two weeks."I know that our tributes are extremely excited for our games, but first, I have a surprise for them, and all of you."

I panic inside. What is he talking about? This isn't the quarter quell, and there is no way that I will let him hurt my sweet Prim. I cringe as he smiles at all of us. Sick minded creature.

"We realize that you are all anxious for your interviews, so we moved them to tomorrow." The crowd goes wild. "The real surprise will be revealed tommorow after the interviews. I would advise the tributes to get some rest and wake up ready for anything."

The interviews weren't supposed to be for three days. How on earth are we going to prepare?

PART TWO: The Interviews

My palms are sweaty. I rub them on my dress to no avail. My hands slide right off of the gems. The dress is pretty, though. It has colored gems lined up so they look like flames, and my hair is in simple barrel curls. Peeta is nowhere to be found. Niether are a lot of the tributes, and I notice they are only interviewing one of the tributes from each of the districts. It's my turn. Uh oh.

"Katniss Everdeen!"

I walk out with my head held high. I don't think I'll walk out like this.

"How are you tonight, Katniss? You look lovely." Time to act like he doesn't repulse me, I guess.

"Thank you, Ceasar, and I am just ectstatic about tonight! Look at all of these people!" I look at the crowd, and as if on cue, they cheer and scream my name.

"I hate to jump right into the questions, but-"

President Snow walks onstage and cuts off Ceasar.

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but there is an important announcement I have to make about a certain suprise." I bristle, and listen in anticipation. "This year, due to some altercations, only one tribute from each district will be sent into the arena. There will be a doorway to exit the arena, into which only two tributes, a boy and a girl, can escape from. These tributes will be our winners and will be sent to live in a house together right here in the Capitol!"

The silence that follows is excruciating.

"The tributes that have not been chosen have been sent home, and will not be sent into the Hunger Games. May the odds truly ever be in your favor, and good night!"

I'm screwed.

A/N: Yay! I have been dying for this part! Yes, this story will not be a Everlark fic.. You will find the new pairing out later.. HAHA I'm evil... I want to give the credit for the door part of the twist to gkmoberg1, because it truly was a good idea, and I thought it would be less violence with less tributes. Also, don't think that I am done with the twists and surprises, because I'm not!

-sadiemayk14