Sasha Henlin/D2F/15:

"Want some crumtils?", asks Butter. I look at Kaiser and he doesn't seem to be particularly fond of the growing cakes. "How are they doing that?", I ask Butter as I examine rapidly growing treats. "Let me just say that it's a secret ingredient," she replies as she swoops one up of the table. "Tastes good!", she squeals as she chews it in her mouth, sending slobbery pieces of it onto the table. "Go on! You have to try one!".

I finally agree with her and I pick one up, placing it on the palm of my hand. "Oh my god," I mutter as I watch it start to grow into an odd cylinder shape. "Cool! Huh?", says Butter. I pop it in my mouth before it grows any bigger than and I begin to chew, releasing the crazily sweet flavor from the center. It's almost like eating a bag of sugar, but it doesn't leave a foul taste or tang in my mouth and it doesn't upset my stomach. I swallow down the remains and I express to her how amazing it was; "Give me more!".

After an hour long session of tasting all the different foods on the train with Kaiser, we're showed our bedrooms by Butter. "This is where you will be staying; right next door to Kaiser!", Butter tells me. I push open the door and I can immediately tell how dull the room is. "What's with the grey coloring?", I ask her with a moaning voice. Everything's grey in the room: the wall, the lamps, and even the bed itself! I would have thought that everything would have been much more colorful and bright considering this is a train to the Capitol. There's probably more than fifty shades of grey in here!

"Meet me back at the dining hall in ten minutes!", orders Butter. I nod my head and I slip away into my room, shutting the door behind me. I'm finally away from that freak! I don't think I'll be able to make it to the Games before I murder her.

My bedroom is a small, squashed area with one tiny bed, a small television propped up on the wall and a bathroom at the entrance. Hopefully I'll get a much more extravagant room when I get to the Capitol. Living a life of luxury is certainly going to taint my experience in the Capitol. How am I going to deal with horrible living standards?; a tiny bedroom!

The train comes to a stop and I begin to peer out the window as to why it has. We're at a train stop that's mysteriously quiet and seems to be abandoned. Off in the distance behind the stop, I begin to make out a group of mansions; we're at the stop of the Victor's Village. The train starts moving again so I begin to go back to my own business.

I lay on the bed and I pick up the television remote that sits beside me. I switch on the television and I'm immediately greeted to a shortened rerun of the 98th Hunger Games. I remember watching these Games before and I recall that I was addicted to this year. I watch as the District 2 female chops off the head of a young boy. I remember thinking that that could be me; now it almost is me. I just have to wait another few days before I can run wild in that arena. It's going to go perfectly.

"Sasha!", I hear a muffled but angry voice yell, shortly followed by a series of knocks. Ten minutes must be up. I toss the remote on my bed and I run to the door, purposely not turning off the television. "Sasha! Hurry!", I hear as I approach the door. I unlock the door and I swing it open, revealing the stick figure of Butter. She fiercely grabs onto my hand and whispers into my ear. "We've got a guest!".

Kaiser Darius/D2M/17:

I sit here in dead silence in the dining hall with a middle aged woman sitting in front of me. She's not anything fresh out of the Capitol, but she's not anything fresh out of the other Districts. She has beautiful dark brown hair, diamond blue eyes and a slim body; she must be from District 2. The silence is soon broken by the squealing of Butter. "Oh! Enobaria! Thou art stunning!", she exclaims, "Oh yes! Kaiser and Sasha! This is Enobaria, she will be your mentor!".

Sasha appears from behind Butter and she sits down on the couch beside me.

"I'll leave you three here to discuss!", says Butter. She quickly walks towards a metallic slab on the wall and it opens up, leading her into a long hallway. The metal wedges back together and conceals us in.

"As your escort has explained, my name is Enobaria Golding, victor of the 62nd Games, and I shall be your mentor for the Games," she says calmly. She crosses over her legs and she leans back into the sofa. "So, are you guys volunteers?", she asks. I nod my head, "Yes, I am a volu-"

"Hold up! Guys? I am a female, can you not tell?", growls Sasha. Enobaria leans forward slowly. "Don't speak to your mentor like that," she eerily replies, showing off her sharp pointed teeth. Who do they think I am? They totally ignored me!

"Excuse me? Do not interrupt me while I'm speaking!", I bark at the two ladies, they both turn their heads towards me. "Anyway, you're a volunteer," says Enobaria as she points at me, "and you must also be a volunteer considering you're so vicious and prepared for the Games."

Sasha looks at her with anger. "Vicious?! I-".

"Stop!", yells Enobaria, "We need to talk about the Games."

Who does she think she is? She can't boss me around! I'll try to keep my thoughts to myself just so I don't end up killing anyone. It would be fun to kill these two bitches but that would probably end up with me being banned from the Games. I couldn't have that!

"Any ideas on what the twist will be?", asks Enobaria. I completely forgot about the twist! What will it be? "Maybe the Gamemakers could give us some sort of medicine that makes our skin bleed more when we get injured," I whisper. They both stare at me with odd expressions. "Are you high?", asks Sasha.

"Don't speak to me like that! I'm perfectly low!", I reply. Enobaria interrupts before I get the chance to emotionally break her. "Okay, well I have a bit of advice," she says. Sasha and I turn our heads to her and we start to pay attention again. "You both need to team up in the Games."

Team up? With her? With it? She's completely bonkers! She can't tell me what to do!

Sasha turns her head and looks at me. "I'm fine with that. We'll be able to crush through all the tributes if we pair up," she says to me. "Look, I'll team up with you for the time, but once we get near to the end, our alliance is over," I tell her. She nods at me. "Fine."

Foolish girl! I'll take her out anytime that I please, no one can control me!

Dathan Lynn/D4M/17:

"Dathan. Eden. Say hello to your mentor!", says Flinka as she walks into the dining hall. She stands away from the door, revealing the muscular and buff man in the hallway. His golden brown hair flops as he walks into the room. Flinka quickly rushes back into the hallway and the huge doors automatically close behind her, leaving us both with the man on our own.

"Hey guys," he confidently says. He walks over to the wooden table that we're seated at and stands at the end of it. "Nervous for the Games?", he asks. We both nod. I think we're both more nervous about him than the Games.

He starts stretching his muscles over the back of his head and starts yawning. "Long day? Is that why you're both so quiet?", he asks. "I guess so," replies Eden.

"Well, tomorrow I have a couple of hours alone with you guys to talk about the Games. Shortly after, this train will arrive at the Capitol and I wont be able to catch up with you guys till later that night," he says. We both nod in union, showing that we understand.

"Oh, and stay off all that fancy food," he urges as he looks down at the table that's piled with exquisite food, "you don't want to go into that arena with a belly on you, know do you?".

He walks towards the exit and turns around to say one last thing. "Only the fittest and strongest will get sponsors," he says, then he lifts his shirt up and shows off his six pack. "Adios."

When I see the doors slide shut, I know it's safe to start talking. "I think I know who that was," I say to Eden. "Whoever it was, he must have been invited to join a career pack in his Games," says Eden. "I've noticed him on Capitol TV way too many times. It has to be him!", I exclaim. "Who is it?", asks Eden. I say his name aloud.

"Finnick Odair."

Sarah Harrington/D8F/17:

I've spent what seems like an hour in this van, wobbling and falling over and over. The van comes to a sudden halt and I fall onto the floor. The two doors swing open and three Peacekeepers pull me outside. I'm expecting to be blinded by the sunlight, but instead I'm blinded by photographers taking pictures. Through all the flashing lights, I see a humongous slick train.

The doors automatically swing open and I'm pushed off the path and into the hallway. The doors swing close and I can instantly feel the warmth. My arms and legs are completely bruised from the van journey and I start to feel relaxed by idle train. "Are you okay?", I hear a calm voice ask. I feel the train starting to move as I tilt my head up off the ground and I see a tall boy with blonde hair.

We exchange eye contact and I peer into his light grey eyes. "I'm fine," I reply with a painful moan. He grabs my hand and helps me up off the floor. "We're you snatched from your family?", he asks. I nod my head. "Same here," he says.

He walks me into a long room filled with various types of food. There's cakes, roast beef, potatoes, lollipops, a chocolate fountain and even more. We sit down onto a comfortable couch and he starts a conversation with me.

"Sarah, is it?", he asks. I nod my head, "And yours?". "The name's Volt. What did you think when you got reaped?", he asks me. "Well I've just been tossed around in the back of a van, I don't want to start being questioned!", I say. "Alright then, I'm sorry for being friendly," he says. He stands up, grabs a glass of some green liquid and leaves the room through a sliding door.

Friendly? More like disrespectful, or maybe even invasion of personal space! So what do I do now? Do I wait for someone to arrive? Should I search the train for someone? That's what I'll do.

I walk up to the door that Volt walked through and it opens up immediately. I step into the dim hallway and the door closes behind me. I walk down the hallway past tons of wooden doors until I see a light at the end of the hall. I approach the light and I see that it's coming from inside an ajar door. I peer through the door and I see an extravagant man wearing odd clothes and a puffy wig talking to a mysterious woman in a black suit.

"She's a troubled one. I was there when we were going to collect her," says the woman, "She tried to escape. We've interviewed her mother and she said that she's awful to have as a daughter." Who is she talking about?

"Krakla, you need to contain her. Make sure she doesn't get out of hand."

The clownish man nods and he pulls open the door. I fall back on the ground and he screams in horror. "Shilp! She's here!", he shouts. The woman rushes over to us and stares in shock at me. The girl they've been talking about is me.

Well I really hope you enjoyed that chapter! It was certainly an interesting one! We've had introductions to a few new characters and some old ones; Finnick and Enobaria.

In this world, the 75th Hunger Games took place after the second rebellion so Finnick and Enobaria never took part. There were riots during the 74th Hunger Games so when the Capitol announced that previous victors would be going into the 75th Games, that's when District 13 started a rebellion. Katniss and Peeta killed themselves using the Nightlock and Clove won the Games.

I hope that cleared up any confusions that you might of had with the plot! I've created a new cover for this story and I will update it as soon as we get to the arena as it has spoilers for the arena :) I'm buzzing with excitement for you guys to find out what the arena is like! As usual, please vote in the poll to crown your victor and please review if you have time. Thank you so much for reading, byeeeee :)