I have another chapter finally! And the tribute's are arriving at the Capitol. Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games or most of these characters. Thanks!

Micah Alexra 3rd person POV

The lights of the capitol gleamed in the night, as District 6's train began to approach the city. Beams of blue, green, red and yellow flashed in the skyline, filling the dark with brilliant colors and it was obvious that Micah Alexra was not thrilled about the scene. He sat blankly with his arms crossed, staring into at the ground as Edith Wilkins rambled aimlessly on and on about how great the opening ceremonies were.

"Oh! You should see the light shows and the fireworks they have for the open ceremonies! They're all sparkly and go BOOM!" Edith made an odd motion with her hand like something did explode.

Across from Edith and Micah sat an elderly man with wrinkled skin and a wise expression and a girl with teenage looks and frightening blood red eyes. The old man folded his hands over his wooden cane and glared at Edith, giving her the stop-talking-or-I'm-gonna-have-to-shut-you-up-myself look. Yes, he was old, but he still had fight in him. The girl sat quietly with her eyes closed as if she were afraid of what people would say about her or she was trying to block out the rest of the world. Micah glanced up at her. She sat so still that he was afraid that she was dead.

Edith ignored both of them. "It's so, so, so pretty I can wait for it! Do they have shows like that in your district? No? I thought so. That's too bad because I'm sure that your people would have loved it. But you're all held up in your labs and such so I doubt you'll even get the chance to see the show."

The older man took his can and wacked her shin.

"Ow! Hey watch it Old Man!" Edith scoffed. "It's already bad that they decided to have you as mentor, don't make it any worse Ronald!"

Ronald Stephen scowled "Ever heard of respect your elders?" the man nudged the girl next to him. She opened her eyes, blinked a bit then looked at the floor hiding her eyes. "Capitol people, also known as spoiled brats. Am I right Robin?" Mr. Stephen whispered just enough for the two tributes to hear. She nodded silently and for the faintest second a small smile appeared on her face. Then it disappeared like nothing happened.

"Hey-" Edith began but the shriek of the trains breaks made it impossible to hear the last of her sentence.

"Hey, we're here," Mr. Stephen mused, getting up and heading for the doorway.

Edith's face burned red as the two tributes followed her out of the train and into the station where the paparazzi were already taking pictures of another train. Reporters tripped over each other with microphones out asking questions to two exhausted looking people, a man and a young girl. The man was a stranger to Micah, but the girl's face was too familiar for comfort. Her eyes, her face, her hair almost identical to his. Of course he had the urge to burst though the lines of columnist and snotty news anchors and grab his sister tight. She was right there, so close. He felt someone staring at him and cringed at the sight of the blood red eyes that begged him not to run. Micah stomach flipped when he realized that they belonged to the person he would see in training and in the games.

Robin reached out and gripped his arm tight around his wrist. "Don't even think about it, do you know what they would do if you do?"

"Do you know?"

Her sickening eyes looked deep into his amber ones and she sighed, either because she thought he was childish or she was longing for something. Her grip tightened as she murmured "I don't think I want to know for sure, but just by watching the games, I have a pretty good idea, if you know what I mean."

Her hand released and she walked forward with the rest of district 6. Micah, on the other hand stayed behind a bit then moved his way through the crowd towards his sister. He slid past well dressed adults, sometimes apologizing for bumping into them until he reached his sister Cadey, who was standing by the train entrance. For some reason, up close, the tiredness vanished and her hair was nice and tidy. Her complexion seemed brighter and her eyes glimmered brightly.

"Oh Hey Micah!"

"Hi,"

"You look the worse for wear. What's wrong?"

Micah's eyes grew wide. "Wrong? We're going to die."

"I know, but…" Cadey trailed a bit then continued "The people here are so nice. They comforted me and told me that everything will be alright and I finally feel… happy for once." She smiled. "Ever since Mom died our lives been going downhill. Remember the time we went to the park to feed the birds with mom, before Xavier was born?" Micah nodded. He remembered it like yesterday. Their mother lead the five year-old twins with a warm smile and comforting words to an old park bench one summer. She took out a brown paper bag and dropped pieces of bread crumbs in their pudgy hands and with an encouraging push they began feeding the grey pigeons. Well, Cadey and their mother fed the birds, Micah went chasing after them. By the end of the day Micah was tired out and he climbed next to his mother. The three of them watched the sun set behind the green trees.

"Mommy, can we come back again… soon. And feed the birds?" Micah asked.

His mother ruffled his hair then whispered "Of course, Micah. I promise that I'll bring you back, any day you wish."

Micah was still waiting for that day.

Cadey's voice brought him back to the present. "I feel like I went back in time, back when mom was around. When my future was endless and everything seemed to be alright, I feel like that right now. I feel… loved for once in my life."

"Loved?" Micah whispered harshly. "Loved?" Micah grabbed his sister's shoulders and stared straight into her eyes. "Cadey, you were always loved! By mom, dad, me! Now you're complaining that no one has ever loved you! We would give our lives for you and we always wanted you to be happy and you never realized it?"

"You were never there for me!" she shouted.

"Name one time where I wasn't!"

The crowd rambled to each other as they listened to the fight breakout.

"Well..." Cadey trailed off "You would never understand, everyone love you. Everyone just adored you! Oh, Micah! The strong and silent one! He's so much better than his twin, what's-her-name!"

Micah didn't know what to say. Ever since mother died, their family was being to separate further and further away from each other, like their mother was glue and the family was the pieces of the broken vase. But Cadey and Micah always stayed together and in fact they seemed to have became even closer than before. When Cadey cried Micah was there to comfort her when Cadey lashed out at someone Micah was there to hold her back. Maybe it was that she was loved all her life and never even knew she was loved. Then Micah remembered Xavier, who was never the most loved. It always went Cadey, Micah and then Xavier in their mother's eyes even when she was alive. But it wasn't until his mother's death that he became uncontrollable and violent. He never knew love like Cadey did and he never complained about it, not like Cadey.

Micah's cheeks burned fiery red as he pushed his way out of the paparazzi furiously and stomped over to were Robin and the others were. He stood next to Robin with his fist clenched and refused to even Look in Cadey's direction as reporters shouted out questions. Mostly about Cadey and his family.

"Tell me about your sister! Cadey, her name!" a reporter in a nice suit and tie shouted as he held his puffy microphone out to Micah.

Micah shrugged. "You'll see, you'll see."

"Do you think that you'll try harder to survive in the games since your sister will also die if you do?"

Micah had to think for a minute. Then he opened his mouth and said "I don't want to die in the first place so really it doesn't make a difference,"

He glance at Cadey and hope she heard him. Hoped she heard that her presence in the games doesn't matter to him.

Robin Harrison 3rd person POV

"Uhh! Being in the spotlight is so annoying!" Edith muttered like she ran across the world in five minutes. She plopped down on the sofa in a very elaborate sitting room in the tower where the tributes stayed. Edith swung her legs up so that she was the only one who could occupy the couch. "I can't believe those Victor, sometimes because even after one day of questions, I'm beat." She threw her head back on a pillow then glared at the others. "Why aren't you sitting down?" she said. "I said, sit down."

Micah and Mr. Stephen sat down in the smaller couch to the right of her as Robin sat right down in front. Edith glared at Robin even more as if she had done something to offend her then murmured "So… Robs-"

"Do not call me that," Robin spat.

"Your eyes, how'd they come like that? It's not every day you see a girl with red eyes."

"You don't need to know. I'll answer your questions in front of Panem, when the interview comes around."

"Well, it's important to know. I want to know everything so that I can't offend you."

Edith smiled innocently and Robin wondered if this thirty-five year-old woman was really twelve. "Yep, I'm not offended right now,"

Edith's smile vanished. Her violet eyes bore into Robin's red ones. "Don't get sarcastic with me, young lady. I have to power to get you killed."

"Killed?" Robin furrowed her brow with her blood boiling. "Killed…"

Mr. Stephen tried to interrupt but Robin's short fuse was already gone. Robin shot up from her chair. "You could never kill, even if you wanted to! You don't know what it takes! All of you capitol people play games where you kill people and watch people die for ENTERTAINMENT! But give a boy who plays one of those games a gun and tell them to shoot a teenage boy their age. They wouldn't find the strength to pull the trigger. Give a girl a knife and tell her to slit her enemy's throat with it. Tell her that she'll be rewarded. She wouldn't have the courage, still! Even in a society where it's fun to kill!"

"Robin st-" Micah began.

"No! It's about time that these people know about their entertainment!" She hissed that last word at Edith.

"Robin!"

The room grew quiet. The tension was so thick that Robin could have sliced it with a knife.

Mr. Stephen rose. "Robin, I know how you feel but yelling at one person will not make anything better. In fact, it will only make thing a lot worse. This young lady does have to power to kill you and its best not to get on her ugly side. Well, if there was a beautiful side in the first place." Edith scowled but stayed quiet. "You don't want your father suffering the consequences, do you?"

"N-No,"

"Good, all you and Micah can do is train hard and win over the Capitol's people. I come from experience."

Silence settled over the room once again but this time everyone entered a state of reflection. Micah's head was in his hands and Robin bit her bottom lip. Even Edith stared off into the distance in a daze like this old man wasn't as useless as she thought. Mr. Stephen wandered towards the door. "I'm gonna go to bed. I suggest you all do the same."

Micah and Edith walked off in separate directions but Robin stayed running her fingers over the purple silk of her chair. For years, she had been openly expressing her opinions about the Capitol in front of peace keepers and other Capitol associated people. None of them really paid attention. They acted like she was just going to grow up sooner or later. Like her father and mother were supposed to teach her not to speak out so openly. But it was the first time she felt like death was at bay. It was horrible. Her skin crawled. It's only words; they're just words, nothing else, letters in a specific order that's all. She thought. But it wasn't like that. Not in the Capitol at least.

I need helpful reviews! Thanks and finally we're at the Capitol. I plan to continue with arrival and settling in until I'm done with District 1, after that is Training and Interviews. Yay!