Another chapter for you guys

Before you start reading I want you to answer me one question: Should I announce the bloodbath characters?

I was thinking that if I didn`t: it might turn out exciting to see who dies instead of the usual five to nine people dying that you already know about. You can still make alliances, but you will not know if your ally dies the first day or not. Is this ok or just inconvenient?

JDEJM

Alexander Hemp district 6 (15 years)

I wake up to the sound of my mother like escort knocking carefully at my door asking me to come join the rest for breakfast. I wipe droll from my cheek, and flush even though she can`t see me and say I will be there in a minute.

I kick away the blanket that is covering half of my body and jump out. I stretch till I can hear my joints pop, and yawn loudly before I jump into the clean set of clothes someone has put on a chair while I was asleep. The shirt is my size, but it stays loose around my arms and belly due to my lack of muscles. I am literally just skin and bones.

I have a quick peek in the mirror before I go outside. My dirty blonde hair is not to bad, even after the restless night I miraculously slept through. I had woken up in the middle of the night screaming and breathing heavy after a nightmare about my district partner, Athena Blackout.

Her appearance frightens me a little, but her attitude makes me feel helpless. If she is going to be there I might not even last a day. She looks like those creepy girls from the very old horror movies my friend has from before the rebellion. The movie I can`t help think about is "the ring". Athena is so pale, and with long black hair. And whenever she looks at me, I shudder.

I shake of the tough about her and try to look on the bright side. Ok, so I might die in a few days, but it doesn`t mean I can`t enjoy a proper breakfast. I can smell toast and butter, so there has to be something really nice prepared for us.

As I shyly make my way through the narrow halls in the train with my hands dug deep into my pockets I finally find the room where breakfast is served, and as I was hoping, a feast has been prepared.

The table is set with shiny plates and glasses. There is milk, juice, some thick brown liquid that smells strong and bitter and other drinks in all the colors of the rainbow. Several breads in different shapes lie in baskets and fills the coupon with a fresh nice odor. Like when my mother used to for bake me and my brother, Benjamin, on Sunday mornings.

The tough of the family I will never see again makes me sad, but I told myself I was done mourning, and would focus 100% on the games. I miss them, yes, even my brother who is more athletic and social. He might have annoyed me with his perfection sometimes, and hurt me when he made my parents more proud than they ever would be of me, but I need to move on. Still, having my good old friend, the computer, here wouldn`t hurt. I am kind of a nerd like many other in my district.

"There you are sweetheart! Grab a plate and eat. It`s delicious!"

My nice escort is sitting at the end of the wagon, waving over at me. Smiling like a five year old with rose red cheeks and wild eyes. I am glad I don`t have one of those really annoying ones.

I fill up my plate with everything that looks good. I`ve seen more kinds of fruits in five minutes than trough my entire life, and I am excited to taste them all. I pick up a long, bubbly one. I have never tasted blue fruit. Besides, my mentor told me to eat a lot so I could gain a pound til the games and have some extra rations. Because I was going to go without food at times.

I am about to take a bite when the room falls silent. My escort who was chatting with my mentor shut her mouth, and my mentor seemed to move his attention towards the door where I had enterd just ten minutes ago. I drop the fruit, and the sound it makes when it hits the plate feels louder than a bombs explosion.

Athena glares coldly at all of us for a few seconds from the open door before she continues inside and grabs a tray to fill up with food.

Athena Blackout (14 years)

My dull district partner is staring at me again. He had done so a couple of times since I paraded into the room with a new red and black dress an avox must have left for me. It suits me perfectly, with black, gothic ruffles and spider web patterns. I guess my mentor picked it; he probably wants me to stand out when we arrive to the Capitol. Not that I already have.

I catch Alexander at looking again, and I catch him at it by looking deeply into his eyes and keeping eye contact. Even though he is at the other end of the train; he understands my message "I am going to kill you"

I go back to abducting a chicken leg I covered with ketchup to make it look like something bleeding and eat it slowly.

My bouncy and annoying escort walks up to me after a few minutes, almost seeming to quiver while trying to say something. Just like everyone else, she is afraid of me.

"Just spit it out lady, I don`t have all day you see"

She bounces into the air, obviously startled. What a stupid lady, her voice is shaking as she tries to talk to me.

"Your mentor is calling in you and Michael for a talk before we arrive. He wants to know your strategies for the next days"

I sigh, still keeping my angry glare frozen to her eyes, and finally after torturing her for a while, I answer:

"Tell him I will be there when I feel like it"

"But…."

"When I feel like it! I already have my plans for the next days, so it`s not a rush"

"Ok…."

She answers, like a little child who had been told by her parents to never speak a bad word again. Her eyes glued to the floor and eyes shiny. Then she leaves.

People are afraid of me, and I enjoy it. It will probably be my greatest strength in the games, people will run away when I get to close.

I am a gladiator, a ghost, their worst nightmare.

And therefore I will win!