It's been a long day. Like a long day, but I love you guys and the support I'm getting on this story so I don't want to leave you waiting. Here is District 5 Tributes.

Also, new poll. It has a huge effect on this game, so I need you to answer it. I promise I have purposes for it.

Fredrick Michealson-District 5 Mentor for the 300th Games

My sister and I are the last living Victors for District 5. Yes you heard that right. I won the 291st Hunger Games, and she won the 297th. We aren't careers, not by any means at all..we are just...we love killing. I don't think it's a bad thing. We are honestly itching to get back in an arena. Itching to compete against each other.

"I'm so jealous of the tributes that get to go in the games this year." says Arabella as she sits on the couch waiting for the Capitol car to come pick us up.

"You had your games not even 5 years ago. It's been almost 10 for me. I think I have you beat on jealousy."

We had competitions as kids. Who could kill the most birds in an hour. It was always a toss up as to who would win. Never the same person winning in the same time. When I volunteered for the games, my mother wasn't surprised. When I came home, she wasn't surprised.

My sister however was a different story. She had always been more closed off about her inner desire to kill. When she was reaped my mother cried, and cried, and cried all the damn time. When my sister got into the private sessions however and came back with a 9 my mother got a little suspicious.

Nothing says proud parent like watching your daughter laugh as she slits a tribute's throat. Not just any tribute though, the head of the career pack. The District 2 male.

"Oh my gosh. We get it. You're old."

"I just turned 23." I say defensively.

"I just turned 16. Your point?"

My sister also holds the records for one of the youngest Victors ever. Tied only with Pixel, but she isn't even a real career.

BEEP BEEP

The car beckons us from outside, and we grab our stuff and head down to the car. We walk down the concrete trail from our house in the Victor's Village and look down the lonely street.

"They really should just demolish the houses." says Bella looking at them. "They won't have another tribute from 5 when at least until after we die. The kids here suck."

It's really true. In fact when they announced that the tributes this year would be All-Stars we laughed. The only All-Stars from our Districts is us. Everyone else tends to die in the blood bath or day 2.

We get into the car and we begin to drive down the streets of 5. People avoid the car because they know who is in it. They know that we are killing monsters. Being a Victor in an outer district can either be the biggest blessing, or a curse. Not just for you, but for the whole district.

We arrive at the train station, and we see the train we are supposed to board. We throw our stuff at the Avox standing in the doorway and walk on.

"They look scrawny." says my sister unimpressed as she sees the dead tributes lying underneath the sheets in the middle of the room.

I can't help but just stare...this is the closest I've been to a dead body sense the games...I relish this.

"They're almost awake." says Bella pointing at the screen. The monitor says they're at 93%.

I pick up the file on the bed and look at it. Adair Outridge. He's 15 and got 16th in his last games. He has dark brown hair, and is super lanky. He's thin but he isn't skinny, and besides that there really isn't anything more that stands out about him.

I pick up the other file and it belongs to Solaria Atom. This is a tribute. She's a healer it says in her file. She made allies quickly in her games due to her ability to help with major injuries.

"Says she grew up in a hospital." I tell Bella as I'm reading over her file

She's a built girl with brown hair. Her hair looks oily, like she doesn't wash it very often. She is tall, standing around 5'9 according to her chart. She has brown almost black eyes in her headshot that she took for her first games.

"What did she place?" ask Bella

"4th." I say a little impressed.

"I can work with that." says Bella excited. She should be. We might actually have a Victor this year to celebrate with us.

"Uh, I'm sorry to bother you...but where am I?" we both look at Adair as he sits up and stares at us confused.

See? This is what sucks about these games. Ruining a perfectly good dead body bringing someone back to life. Shaking my damn head.

"Hello. My name is Bella. This is my brother Fredrick, you can call him Freddy though. We are the 300th Hunger Games District 5 mentors."

"What's that have to do with me?" ask Solaria as she now is sitting up.

See. There we go, two perfectly good dead bodies gone to waste.

"Well. You see it's a quarter quell this year." I say trying to calm the tension and confusion in their eyes. "The Capitol voted all week on tributes that they thought deserved a second chance in the arena. They chose you two." I say

"I can see why they chose you." says Bella pointing to Solaria. "I guess when they picked you they just wanted to better her chances of winning."

"You'll have to excuse my sister." I say looking at Adair apologetically. "Not much tact, too much blood lust."

"It's going to be as bloody as they come seeing you in the games buddy." she says

"I'm sorry…" he mutters under his breath.

"Hey. Lay off him. We're kind of going through something dramatic here." says Solaria defensively.

"Now I see why you got fourth place. You're weak. You have to WANT it . That was a test on both of you. You failed. We have a hell of a lot of work to do before you're ready for these All-Stars."

She's not lying. They are a little rusty as far as what it takes to get through to the end.

"Do we get a say if we make it back in?" ask Solaria.

"Why would you not want to?" ask Bella "I'm dying to go back in."

"I'm sorry.." says Adair, "is there a bathroom though?"

"Second door to your right."

Bella and I clear the room as we make way for the stylist.

"So much potential. So little hutsva." says Bella.

Carissa Cox-MC for the 300th Games

"Welcome back Panem. Up next we have our District 5 tributes! Dialing it all the way back from the 32nd games, please welcome Solaria Atom!"

Solaria walks out into the stage in a nurses uniform. Her stylist obviously wanted the Capitol to remember what she was known for in her games.

"Hello Solaria, playing Dr. I see."

She gives me a giggle and stretches out her nurse uniform.

"It's nice to be in this. I don't really remember being dead, but just knowing I haven't worn one of these in over 200 years is ill-fitting for me." says Solaria as she looks down.

"Do you think your medical skills will make you a target or a help in the games ahead?"

"If they were smart they'd keep me around." she says motioning towards the careers. "I can help with minor stuff, but I also am trained in trauma surgeries."

"You hear that tributes, if you get mortally wounded Solaria is your girl."

"I guess I am!" she says giddily.

"What's your plan this year?"

"Maybe make some alliances that count this year. Ones that won't be stupid at the end."

"Well thank you for making it here with us." I say as she makes her way to the platform.

"Please welcome Adair Outridge!"

Adair walks shyly on the stage as he looks a little nervous to be here.

"Adair welcome back!"

"Thanks." he says

"Are you excited to be going back into the games?"

"I'm just sorry I died the first time!" he said

"Why do you think you got voted back in?"

"I try to be a good person. I'm kind of awkward and silent if you haven't noticed. things like this aren't easy for me."

"Well. We're happy that you're back Adair. You can take your place on the platform."

"Don't touch the dial Panem. District 6 is up next."

Well. I liked this chapter. Hard day=creepy af mentors. Sorry guys.

Fave tribute? Adair or Solaria?

Fave mentor? Freddy or Bella?

Predictions on the characters?

Who is your favorite Disney Villain? (This is more important than one would think.)

Keep it classy,

Caleb