District 13:

Majesty Goodball leads Melinda and Tartan into the entertainment car. They have been sitting on the train for about two hours and Majesty wanted to size up the competition. Not that Tartan cared. He could care less about dying in the Games and who killed him. What if a twelve year old killed him? No, someone older would kill Tartan. Probably fourteen or fifteen. Or maybe those ruthless Careers. That would make for an excellent death.

Melinda and Tartan were seated in front of a large T.V, ready to see who they are up against. Unlike her district partner, Melinda has a different approach: kill everyone. She will bring pride to 13 and com home to Danis with tons of money. Just thinking about living in the Victor's Village made going to the Capitol worth her time. The Panem seal flashed on screen and the anthem broke Melinda's thoughts. Oh, that's right. She needs to know who she will be killing if she wants to go home.

"Panem, welcome!" Dusk Shine says, her voice is as chirpy as ever. "Today is the first day in our Hunger Games journey. All the tributes have been selected or volunteered, and are making their way to the Capitol as we speak." The Reapings start of with District 1, who produce some strong tributes. Meh, I've seen better in past years. Melinda thinks. District 2 is next, showing their sibling pair. Melinda tries not to scoff at the siblings. Going into the Games with a sibling is the worst torture ever. Watching them die is like someone killing you at the same time. They'll be easy to take out.

"And here we have District Seven." Chal's unmistakable girl-like voice says. "Sheila Carwell will be representing the district along with Linden Ulmus. Look at the size of that boy, Dusk."

Linden appears on-screen, layered behind Dusk. "Linden looks like a strong tribute this year. District Seven is known for producing some strong-looking tributes, but none are as strong as Linden. You know, he might be the largest tribute in Hunger Games history!"

That's who will kill Tartan! He can just feel it. That boy will come up from nowhere and snap his neck. With those muscles, what can't he kill? Tartan's mind is still occupied from the District 7 boy that he misses the District 8 Reaping. Oh, well. 8 is not something you should fear. Despite their measly victor, 8 will not put up a fight this year. Maybe he just might get a kill in.

District 9's Reaping is nothing to look at. Melinda keeps tabs on who she will kill. The girl from 10 looks right for the killings. The boy from 11 might be okay. He's only twelve, the perfect age for the Hunger Games. They normally don't last more than a day. If Melinda is counting on killing the twelve year old tributes, she better count in the boy from 12. He volunteered; he knew what he was getting himself into.

The District 14 seal appears on-screen (their symbol is a cross? Is that all they can do?) and fades away to show the Reaping. A sixteen year old girl is Reaped, then a boy volunteers. Dusk gasps when they say their names. "Chal, I believe we have another brother sister team here."

"Yes we do." He says. "Amelie and Blakely Sage from the newly anointed District Fourteen. Blakely volunteered right after Amelie was Reaped. Blakely, we salute your courage and sacrifice."

"And there you have it." Dusk says, her face appearing on screen once more. "Our tributes for the 176th Hunger Games. May the odds be ever in your favor!" The anthem blares out and the screen fades to black.

Majesty looked to her tributes. Coming from a lower district, she will have to play the mentor's role. Of course, she never won the Games or planned to participate. But she has seen a ton of Hunger Games in the past, and she is ready to share her knowledge with her tributes.

"So, any tributes you took note of?" She asks, looking to either of her tributes. Melinda turned her eyes towards Majesty and tried to speak without a sneer or a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"I took notice of the twelve year olds." She says. "They might be easy targets. I also noticed the siblings from Two. They might appear strong, but they are as weak as everyone else." Majesty nodded. What confidence Melinda has! If only Tartan could be like that. When Majesty tried getting a word out of him, he only said 'I will die by the hands of the Seven boy'. That's not confident at all.

She shrugged off Tartan's behavior and leads them to the table where their dinner awaits. Tartan looks at the spread and begins filling his plate up. Why not enjoy the train ride before you are sent to your death? A mountain of food sits on his plate while Melinda hasn't even gotten to the table yet. A pastry goes into his mouth and the flavor explodes on his tongue. Capitol people are so rude; they don't share this food with the lower districts. The only thing they seem to do is send children to their deaths while starving everyone else.

The food begins flying into the tributes mouths as time progresses. Rain, thunder, and the clanking of silverware is the only thing that can be heard on the train. An Avox continually fills their glasses with water, the only thing an Avox can do. After a moment, Majesty puts her fork and knife down and looks to her tributes. "Since you don't have a mentor, I will be supplying your sponsor gifts."

"How do we get sponsors, then?" Melinda snaps, placing a strawberry in her mouth. Majesty wasn't fazed by Melinda's snap, but she calmly explained everything.

"Sponsors are the people who will buy items for you and send them to you in the arena." She starts. Tartan actually looked up from his food to listen to his escort. "If they like you and you survive longer than the second day, they will send you something that you need. Matches, weapons, food, clothes, water…anything you need at the moment; they might send it to you. Normally, your mentor will control the flow of sponsor gifts. But, since you don't have a mentor, I will send you the gifts."

"So, they will keep us alive?" Tartan asked.

"No." Majesty says. "They will give you items you need, but they will not stop tributes from killing you. Sponsors can't guarantee your life." Majesty regretted saying those words. Tartan and Melinda shut up for the rest of the ride.

District 14:

"There is another sibling team." Blakely says while watching the Reaping recap. The tributes from 2 where announced and Amelie didn't show any expression. "They look really strong."

Amelie rolled her eyes. "They may be strong, but we are stronger." District 2 disappeared and District 3 took over the T.V. The tributes from 3 didn't look too special, so the siblings ignored them. They kept watching the Reaping to see who would be their competition. The only tributes that stood out were the ones from 1. They are strong, and look like they are ready for the Games. How can they look like that? Everyone else in Panem seems very thin and lacks any muscle.

The siblings began their train ride two hours ago, with a long lecture from Orion. He explained that the tributes from 1, 2 and 4 are fierce and will do anything to kill them. Orion didn't mention that 1, 2, and 4 have training academies. Amelie and Blakely only can guess what the arena can hold. Orion's lecture went over everything about the Games, despite that they watched the Games for five years.

Now, watching the Reapings, they began to take note of the tributes, quite literally. Blakely got out a pen and paper and wrote down the districts and what he thought. When District 1 showed up, he wrote Dangerous next to District 1. District 2 got the same thought. District 3 was described as Weak by Blakely. District 4 was also slated as Dangerous. Amelie thought that District 5 were Targets. 6 was written down as the same word. District 7 was written down as Unknown due to the different looks in the tributes. 8 and 9 were written as Targets. 10, 11, and 12 were also written as Unknown. District 13 was described as Weak.

When the Reapings finished, the T.V faded to black. Amelie looked to her brother and they both looked to Orion. Blakely knew what his strategy was for the arena: stick with Amelie. If they stick together, they just might make it past the worst of the fighting and make it to the final four, the other two tributes being the other sibling pair. That would give the audience a great show. Blakely didn't think about the future, but he only thought about the present.

"Those are your competition." Orion says, looking to the siblings. "Now, District One will be the toughest competition, along with District Two. You must avoid them at all costs. They…" He was cut off by Amelie.

"Why do they look so strong?" She asks.

"Well, Amelie, if you really want to know." He starts. "District One, Two, and Four have training academies. You can't train for the Games at any time. However, those districts are the wealthiest of Panem, therefore being able to train. That is why you must avoid them. They take great pleasure of killing any tribute that crosses their path."

Amelie's heart skipped. I had to ask. The fear she felt about the Hunger Games has been doubled because of the tributes from 1, 2, and 4. How can they simply train for the Games while everyone else must learn when they reach the Capitol? Yeah, that makes total sense. At least now she knows who to avoid when she reaches the arena. Although, there is no guarantee that she will completely avoid them.

Orion led his tributes to the main car, where dinner was lain out. Blakely held his restraint, while Amelie rushed to the food. The meat looked so tempting, the pastries looked so delicious, and Blakely went to the food. Orion waited for his tributes to eat their fill. Amelie grabbed a plate and filled it with the Capitol's pleasures. Blakely sat next to his sister and began to eat a chicken leg. The chicken was perfectly seasoned and cooked to perfection. Why can't this food be all over Panem? Amelie began to feel a pang of guilt; she and Blakely are enjoying the best food in the country while her parents are at home, with barely enough food to sustain themselves.

Thunder cracked overhead, but it didn't faze anyone in the train. Rain pattered on the vessel as everyone ate their food. Orion wiped his mouth free of grease and looked to the siblings. They ate with utensils, but they looked like they haven't eaten in months. Is District 14 really that deprived of food? He cleared his throat and began to speak. "Now, within the arena, your natural strengths might keep you alive. Granted, you will be trained in the Capitol, but that is a learned strength. Natural strengths keep you alive longer. Um…Blakely. What are your strengths? Anything will help you in the arena."

Blakely wipes his mouth with his hand. Before Blakely can speak, Orion passes him a napkin to wipe his hand off. "Thanks. I am great at identifying plants. I can climb and I have great accuracy." Blakely wipes off his hand and turns to his sister.

"I am good at going unnoticed." She starts. "I can also act really well." Orion nods in approval. They each have their own strengths, but those strengths can help each other in their own special way. Orion runs a hand through his golden hair and begins to talk strategy with them.

"Perfect. Your strengths will be an asset in the arena." He says. Lightning pierces the sky, lighting up the main car. "In training, listen to what the instructors have to say. And, don't go straight for the swords. Everyone wants to use something as common as a sword, but use a variety. The more weapons you can use, the better. On day three of training, they will bring you in one by one to show what you got. As Fourteen, you will be last. They would have been there all day judging, so make sure you catch their attention."

"What if they don't?" Amelie asks, jumping at the sound of the thunder outside.

"Get their attention." Orion starts. "Since the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, a force field has protected the Gamemakers. You can't throw anything at them to get their attention. Try to use your strengths to catch their attention. After the Private Sessions, they will air your scores from one to twelve. As you know, you want a high score. The Gamemakers don't give out tens, elevens, or twelves. You have to earn them."

Amelie listened intently to Orion. In order to survive, you need to listen to any scrap of advice someone gives you. Even if it is bad, you must filter out the bad and keep the good advice. She has an idea about what to show the Gamemakers, but she is unsure if it'll work. Maybe she might change her approach when she learns how to wield a knife. But, she will still show them her strength about being unnoticed. But, how exactly will she pull it off?

Thunder cracks overhead as Orion keeps talking. Blakely keeps listening. He can tell that Amelie is listening too, judging by her silence and a deadlock in her eyes. The siblings listen, but they know that only one can come out of the Hunger Games.

A/N: Okay, a sudden update is something that I don't do normally. I will update Panem's Victors probably tomorrow due to a request, but that will never happen again. You must wait for my updates. I will not force them out. I am only doing this once, but never EVER ask me to release a chapter before its release date. It makes the chapters seem rushed and I don't like rushed chapters.

Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter. The next chapter will be taking place as the tributes are being prepped for the Tribute Parade. As always, take the poll on my page, read and review, and May the odds be ever in your favor! :)