"Here we are!" The escort said. Her name turned out to be Carta Green. I step inside the train and diamond chandeliers hung from the ceiling. My place. I smirked. This is seriously my place. "Oh we've got quite fitter and stronger tributes this year!" Enobaria greets. "We always do right?" I smirked as I nodded. "I'm Enobaria." She introduces herself to us. I know her. Enobaria. She's the victor of the 62nd Hunger Games. She's the victor I liked the most. She ripped open the throat of the tribute from 8 in the Games. Cato introduced himself to Enobaria and she grins. Her teeth were so pointy, almost like fangs, and they had gold at each of its tips. "Clove Eryx." I introduced as she shakes my hand. Carta assists Cato into another room and Enobaria and I sat down. This is the time each tribute talks to his or her mentor before training. "Clove Eryx, eh?" She asks. "Mayor's daughter?" I nodded with pride. "Your mother from 60th? She was great." I'm flattered. People say that I'm as skilled as my mother. Did I mention she was a victor? no? Well, she threw knives just as I did. And I'm sure I'll win just as she did. When she and the boy tribute from 1 were left, she sliced the boy into bits. Slowly. People say I'm just as vicious as her. Which I think is true. We have the same dark hair and green eyes as well. "So where are you good at?" She assesses. "I throw knives. I can plan how to attack someone in very different ways at the point. I never miss when I throw." I say proudly. She flashes her fangs with amazement. "I can tell that you're going to be in a good place in the Games, miss Eryx." She assures. "I guarantee that."

I stand up after she thanks me for sharing, and she called Cato for his turn. We met at the hallways to the bedrooms and our shoulders brushed against each other.

You are my sweetest downfall

I loved you first

I scowled at myself. These sudden flashes of that song has got to stop! I locked myself inside my room to rest for the afternoon.

"Ah good morning, Clove!" Carta greets while I close the door from my room. I'm still in my night gown and I barely slept. I sit down besides Carta and eat breakfast. "You have clothes in your closets. Get ready for the arrival later and you two will meet your prep team." Enobaria announces as she stirs her hot tea. "Say, you two are some skilled kiddos. Knife throwing and sword fighting skills aren't to be ignored in the Games. Therefore, I want the both of you to be allies for now-"

"Wait, what?" I pushed my chair backwards and stood up. "We can manage ourselves separately. You said we're skilled-"

"Yeah, but not skilled enough for me." She protested. "You two are surely the most vicious ones in the Games and everyone will be afraid of you two. Seeing the both of you as allies will make them even more afraid. You can take them down easier, and afterwards, you can take on each other."

Upon hearing the words, take on each other, I hear myself growl. "Is there anything wrong, Miss Eryx?" Enobaria questions and flashes her teeth at me. "Nothing," I reply arrogantly. "I just don't do alliances." I slapped my chair backwards and stormed out of the place. "Clove! come back here!" Enobaria looses her temper and storms out the opposite side. Great way to start the morning, eh?

I've locked myself up in my room and Carta has been begging me to go out for the passed hour. "Clove, please." She begs. "You've got to come out now! You still need to prepare for your arrival at the station! Open up now." She is so annoying! Being such a short-tempered person, I threw a knife at the door and I know that it's somewhere on Carta's eye level. "Goodness, Clove!" Carta retorted. "You've got to stop being arrogant right now or it'll send you off to a bad start in the Games! You almost stabbed my face!"

"I was trying to stab your face," I replied rudely. "Too bad it didn't. It was to keep your mouth sh-"

"You shut your little mouth there, Clove!" Enobaria scolds. "Stop talking like that and get the hell out! I tell you, your not going to win this thing with that damn attitude!" I hear murmurs of Carta, Cato, and Enobaria. I hear Carta's squeaky panicked voice and Cato's cocky angry voice. A loud thud on my door came out. Two more came after and the third one knocked my door to the floor. Cato shoved it open.

"Stay away, Tylk." I threatened as I pointed my knife at him. "Stay away. Or else-"

"Or else what?" He teases cockily as he leans at the door frame and turns to Carta and Enobaria. "I'll take care of this, guys." His perfectly cocky self made his orders shoot right through Enobaria and Carta as if he's the boss. I hate it when he goes well with people more than me, just because he's big and strong. "Put that down." He says then flashes a smirk. "It's as if you can kill me."

"I can." I defend as I point my knife again. He pushes the knife down. "You can't. I know you can't." My eyes fell confused and I stared at him, hoping for an answer, but he stares back. "Tributes! Get ready we're almost here!" Carta shouts from where I think is the dining room. "Get out." I ordered rudely. "I'm going to prepare now-" Cato slaps the knife away and grabs me by the waist. Before I even knew it, he reached in and kissed me. Is he doing this to stop me from being so angered? Is he trying to confuse me to look weak in the Games? Whatever he was trying to tell me, it's making me want for him too. We exchanged kisses until I got myself back on my feet and shoved him away. My eyes grew glassy and I didn't know whether it was confusion, relief, or anger. Whatever I felt, it was because of his kiss. Whenever we kiss, my mind mixes up and my emotions mix together. He smiled at me as if I'm alright with everything now. I slap his face real hard. "What was that for?" I question him accusingly. I held up another knife to finally stab him, but weakness creeped unto my veins and I dropped the knife. I rummage through my closet quickly, ignoring Cato as he talks, and storm out of the room.