Well, back to Tristan's point of view


Tristan: It's getting dark as I get down to the bottom level of the Remake Center which is like a gigantic stable. I'm the second to last person here even if I am half an hour early. It's so noisy. Every body is talking and Stylists are putting the finishing touches on costumes. Blaze hasn't show up yet.

"Tristan!" I hear a high pitched squeak come from the far end of room. It's Nicolia Stine. Perfect.

"Hey Nicki, hows it going?" I ask with confidence.

She is in an outfit of jewels. I can't really say it's an outfit; more like very shiny stick-on gems covering her entire naked body. I look her up and down. Hm, I wonder if we're allowed to visit other team's rooms. She smiles her catty smile and asks,"Don't you like it? The gems light up!"

"Yah It suits you well," I say lazily

"Well, aren't you the charmer Tris?" She purrs.

Tris, the name send shock through me. I can remember someone els calling me that. Oh yah, Blaze the Bitch called me that.

"Tristan!" I here Phermona yelling from our chariot.

"I got to go," I tell Nicolia and then stride back to a very unhappy Phermona.

"You shouldn't go off like that!" She scolds under her breath.

"Sorry," I muter, not really caring.

It's been fifteen minutes and Blaze still isn't here yet. If she's late it will totally screw everything up. What a pain the book nerd is. I'm about to ask Phermona if we should check on her and Ebny when she come strutting through the door. Everyone notices. I'm surprised. The little book worm has transformed into a prostitute. Well, good for her. Honestly I'm shocked to say that she looks really hot. I never knew someone like her could have such potential. The stylists here are much better than i had expected.

Her unitard is sleek and black with shimmers of silver. Besides that, it's really tight. She has on a necklace made of graphite pieces and matching earrings unlike my graphite spike ring and anklet. We both look kick ass. As with my costume, the zipper at the back has a very long strand of white cord. I guess they are going to light it and people will watch the strand burn until we "blow up." Thing are starting to get interesting.

She looks taller and it takes me a minute to realize that she has on six-inch high-healed shiny black patent leather boots that lace up to her thighs. I wonder how she is even walking. Well, all that really matters is how it looks. As for me, I guess I got lucky with the attractive, yet comfortable, black combat boots.

"Hey," she says and smiles full of confidence. That's weird, last time I saw her she was acting like I was a thing that was forbidden to look at. What ever, what really matters is that she'll be more fun to play with now. I have to admit, it's nice when girls worship me like God, but feisty ones are much more exciting.

"I like the heals," I comment.

"You would," she teases.

"What ever. Anyhow I'm bored." I tell her bluntly.

"Don't be." Blaze gives me a wink and then yells, "Analease, Caleb!"

He voice cuts into the chaotic noise. They catch her eyes and come over as everyone stands still and silent for a moment. Blaze doesn't flinch or seem to notice the silence. Analease follows her example. Caleb and I stand still looking at each other. He looks slightly intimidated by my presence. His eyes turn towards Analease, not even noticing Blaze. What the Hell is up with this guy? Blaze is obviously the hotter of the two.

"Oh Blaze you look beyond sexy. Look at my outfit!" Analease says exasperated. I can see why. She is wearing a tight yellow dress that shows off her curves. That part is nice, but all over it are little tiny light-up ears of corn that give the dress a bumpy texture. It also adds about ten pounds to her. To make it worse, she has on what look like yellow bath slippers and a green hat and shawl that are the most ugly puke color in the Panem.

Caleb looks at me helplessly and I see he has on a similar outfit. I chuckle under my breath. Blaze looks as if she is going to hug Analease and then breaks into hysterical laughter. "Oh my god Analease. You look horrible. I'm so sorry you stylist is a complete bastard!" She keeps on laughing and I just look around at all the people staring at Teams Eleven and Twelve.

Analease looks as if she's about to cry. Instead she turns around and storms back to her chariot without another word. Well, at least she has more backbone than I thought.

"I better go after her," Caleb turns to leave. Under his breath he murmurs to me, "What the heck is wrong with Blaze?" All I do is give him a shrug. Blaze has changed. He may not like her personality as much but come on, he has to admit she is hot. What ever. Maybe he's the kind and sincere type who cares more about what's inside. That is totally ridiculous. Caleb isn't some eye sore. He's a nice guy and such but still, with a decent face he should be the type to care more about a girl's cup size than her friendliness. My thoughts are cut off. The gates are opening and Nicolia and Riley are heading out the gates in their snow white chariot.

The crowd goes wild for Team One. Of corse they do, this is District One and obviously that is the district Team One represents. Nicolia waves and smile, something she's used to doing. I see number of boys staring as her breasts bounce up and down as the cart goes over ruts. Although I mentally mock them, I don't avert my gaze. In what seems like no time at all, I see Teem Ten's little Thistle and powerful Ged, dressed as light-up cows, going through the gates.

Soon Ebny and Phermona come up to us with lighters and light the cord at the end of our zipper just as we are about to go out the gates. The people clap when they see us heading out with a burning cord at our backs. Blaze steals the crowd right off the bat. She sits head held high ignoring most of the people except for little catty glances over her shoulder winking. I just sit there doing nothing, spread out lazily like a cat and occasionally catch the eye of some blushing cute girl. Just then I hear the fire burning at the back of my neck just before we explode.

The entire chariot except for the horses is covered in an artificial black smoke. I here gasps, laughs, and sounds of amazement. Using the smoke screen I quickly un-button my new outfit. The rest of it is already done. When the smoke clears I am in a silver tux with the shirt undone and have a diamond ring and anklet. Shimmer powder making my skin shine like a girl from the Capitol. I feel like a pimp. Blaze is in a tight fitting, low-cut silver dress with a diamond necklace that caress her chest and matching earrings. Now she smiles. Her whole mood transformed like the costume. She laughs, waves, and blows kisses to the crowd that boys jump to catch. Her skin sparkles and catches light of everything. I look up and see all the cameras are trained on us. I smirk to the crowd and act as cool as possible.

"Blaze, Blaze, Blaze, Blaze!" People cheer. I know I should be peeved they aren't calling my name, but i can't help smiling.

We finally reach the City Circle of the district. Katniss and Peeta come out to say some words. I can tell they think that we are basically reliving them and we are (except for the fact we're much more attractive). As they talk, the cameras keep coming back to us. At the end of the speech the camera makes a last round showing all the other teams and lands on us. For a second I see the jealous faces of the other tributes. The only one however that sticks in my mind is Analease's, face full of vengeance.


Soon we are heading towards the Training Center that will be our home/"prepare for slaughter house" for the days leading up to the games. As we enter the center all the other tributes give us dirty glares. I can tell they are very unhappy about tonight's events.

"Congratulations!" A very peppy young red head woman yaps.

"Thanks Valrie." Blaze replies kindly. Valrie, that must be one of her prep team members.

"Give me a hug," Feuplier, one of my prep team members says. I hesitate slightly, but give in. Ebny and Phermona are getting a well deserved congratulations. Even Acacia is excited.

"Well It looks like you two aren't entirely hopeless after all, thanks to your stylists," comes a sober voice from behind me. I turn to see Haymitch beaming at us. "I've got to say I had my doubts," he continues,"But now I think we can get some sponsors. Oh, Blaze you were wonderful out there! I love how your attitude changed with your costume. You really blew the crowd away!" He just looks at her.

"Good job, you're going to be known as,"Smoking Hot Blaze," he adds happily

"Or Blaze the girl who blew up!" Analease yells.

I can see Blaze tense as she tries to stay emotionless. I bet she is feeling all kinds of nasty things to say to Analease. No doubt she also feels betrayed, but Blaze did do some vexatious things herself.

"Don't worry. People will remember her as "Analease the Corn-eared Freak" or "Analease the corny,"' Haymitch jokes. She isn't amused.

"It's no problem, she wasn't my friend anyhow," Blaze remarks loud enough for Analease to hear. Then she straightens her back, tilts her head high, and walks out of the room into the hall that holds the elevators. Everyone on our team just stares after her. I feel just a bit of desire towards her.

"I'll go get her," says Haymitch.

"No! I'll do it," I but in, then hastily add,"After all she is my partner."

Once inside the bright pink elevator (don't these people have any sense of what a boy's taste is like?), I press the golden button that says "12". It is the slowest thing ever created by man! I bet my grandma could walk up stairs faster, if only she was alive. About twenty-five minutes later I finally reach the twelfth floor of the Training Center. I can see two rooms next to each other with bronze plaques that read "Boy" and "Girl" on them. How original.

I knock on the room that says "Girl", there is no reply. It's not that I really want to deal with her friendship troubles, but she is my team member. That's when I see a door opened that leads up some stairs. I suppose it goes up to the roof. The stairs are fairly steep and there is not light at all.

I start heading upward, slightly agitated for no apparent reason. Smack! A wall runs into my face. I have to hold a hand over my mouth to keep from cussing from the pain. Shit! What if I broke my nose or something. The pain fades as I realize the wall has a bar or something across it. Why the hell would you make a wall with a bar on it? As my eyes adjust to the darkness I notice something; it's not a wall, it's a door.

Opening it soundlessly, I emerge on top of a beautiful flat roof that over looks the entire district. Below I see people leaving the City Circle from after the ceremonies. Then in a corner overlooking the main part of town I spy a small figure huddled up. I'm sure it's Blaze.

I advance on her. She jumps and I can tell I've startled her.

"What do you want?" She snaps. He voice is steady, but her eyes are swelling with tears.

"Do you wan't any help?" I awkwardly question.

"No! I'm okay, I don't need any help!" She yells fiercely and beaks down into tears. Oh what a pain.

"I probably look like Hell," She says looking me in the eyes and gives a faint smile. Her make-up is smeared and she looks awful.

"Yea, you do." I say bluntly. She punches me with an new-found strength.

"What did I do?" I ask simply because I want to know her reply.

"You idiot! You're suppose to lie." Well, that was a different response then i had imagined. I was expecting a "shut up" or some sly comment. She back to the old Blaze. But even so, she's still really hot in that dress of hers. She looks at me, waiting for an answer. I lean in slowly and give her a kiss.

I expected her to be frozen stiff with shock. Instead I get a slap hard across the face.

"Why the Hell did you do that?" She demands. When I don't answer she storms off and heads back to her room. I sit there alone on the roof top. Her question is one I can't answer. Why the Hell did I kiss her?


So? What happens next?