A/N: Back with another chapter! I found writing this chapter mildly disturbing because of a certain love confession. I have more POVs in Day 1 Training Part II and Day 2 Training. You also know how to keep me happy with the reviews 3.

The tributes shuffled into the training centre and all their heads snapped up when they heard a clatter and a shout.

"Avi is so sorry!" a voice squealed.

"My pants," another person moaned.

"The tributes are here," the tone was flat.

"Please excuse the Gamemakers's silliness." a black haired woman came to the railing and looked down. "I am Aeris Egath, the head Gamemaker for this year's Games. Would a nice to meet you be in order here?"

Aeris smiled and gestured to the other Gamemakers. The tributes' eyes followed her hand and they were presented with quite a sight. A blond man was standing up with his pants soaked by what seemed like tea. A much shorter woman held a teacup that was still dripping tea. The other Gamemakers were laughing. They couldn't concentrate too long on it though, for the District Four female tribute started screaming.

"Heather!"

Delphinium glanced at the Gamemakers looking down at them and his gaze fixated on January. He guessed that that Gamemaker was the cause of it since Heather's green eyes were fixed on him. He swiftly stood in front of her, effectively blocking January from her sight and coaxed her into silence.

"Jeez, it isn't even the start of the Games and you're already going mad?" Emerald rolled her eyes.

"Is anything the matter?" January's crisp tone interrupted.

"Something is," Delphinium snapped as he shot a glare at Emerald.

"Whatever! Just get on with your speech already!" Linay scowled. She wanted to get to the stations as fast as possible and compete with her brother.

"Continuing, I'm January Egath and...the rest of you can introduce yourselves," January finished and sat back down.

Aeris whacked him on the head but the others introduced themselves except for Aviorra.

"Aviorra, it's your turn," Aeris reminded.

"Oh! Sorry, Avi was daydreaming! Anyways, Avi is Aviorra Cul and...do you like cookies?" Aviorra's question is so sudden and unexpected that a few moments of silence passed before the tributes either shake or nod.

The aura Aviorra exuded was enough to have them comply into answering her question. Add in the fact that she was holding a knife that had raspberry smeared over it and she was holding a life-sized teddy bear with this sadistic look on her face...

"Good! Ah, and Avi loves Shrike!"

"Oh, Aviorra," Aeris groaned. "You can do whatever you want now."

The tributes dispersed with Shrike feeling vaguely uncomfortable by the sudden love declaration. January watched the tributes talk to each other and the careers formed a small circle. His gaze followed Heather around as she messed around with a knot and ended up doing a complex one. His eyes zeroed in on her shaking hands then he watched Delphinium lead her to the careers.

"Stop being so obvious," Cyrena chided.

"That applies to you as well. You're looking at Balus so much," January replied flatly.

Cyrena scowled but didn't say anything.

Emerald's POV (D1 F)

I gathered the careers into a small group and we started to discuss potential team members for our alliance. I glanced at my district partner and snorted. He was weak. I've seen how idiotic he had acted before. I did a quick evaluation of my group.

Saffra couldn't speak and her body wasn't as well built as mine. ...I would have to see her around on the training stations. Elagabalus crept me out a lot but he looked useful enough. Delphinium was from District Four so that meant he was a swimmer and probably a good one. I would have to see his skills first though and Heather...after her little screaming fit earlier, I was iffy about her. I wouldn't want a member who would go mad about every little thing.

"Heather and I are a package deal by the way," Delphinium said, breaking me out from my analysis of them.

They walked away after that to the camouflage station. I looked around and realized my group was dispersing. I decided to observe them then make my decision from there. Meanwhile, I better go and show off to everyone that I'm not one to be messed with. I smirked and strolled over to the close-combat station; the one that held maces and clubs.

Shrike's POV (D5 M)

I flailed around with a spear and got a dirty look from the trainer. I put it back onto the rack and wandered around. I glanced up to where the Gamemakers were sitting and saw Aviorra Cul looking at me. She smiled when she saw me and gave me a little wave. I broke eye contact.

Her sudden love declaration and now her eyes were following me around were deeply unsettling but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel she looked strikingly familiar. I knew I had never seen her on national television so that option was out so...where? Where had I seen her? I shook my head to erase the thoughts and headed over to the camouflage station. The tributes from District Four looked up and while my face was blank, I smirked a little.

Heather glanced at me then went back to painting her arm into part of the rocks laid on the table. As for the male, he was asking the trainer for tips and such for camouflaging. I took a bunch of twigs and leaves and wondered what I could do with them to make myself look stupid when all of a sudden, a clatter broke through the tense silence of the training centre.

Linay's POV (D6 F)

My brother and I had split up at the beginning to cover more ground and make it easier to find alliances. It was a bit disappointing since I wanted to challenge him on The Gauntlet but there was always time for that later. I took a throwing knife, poised myself the way the trainer taught me and threw the knife. It missed the target by a little bit but it was close enough that the trainer gave me an approving nod.

A clatter pierced through the silence and I turned around to find the District Three male sitting on the ground with the rack of spears scattered in front of him. I think his name is Fickle? In any case, Fickle started giggling like a mad man and he picked a spear up and waved it around dangerously. I focused on my brother, Alec and to my horror, I realized just how close the spearhead was swinging.

"S-stop!" the District Ten male tribute exclaimed.

"Nooo," Fickle cried out and threw the spear at Cal. Cal dodged but tripped over his own feet and fell on the ground.

I left my station and walked over to Alec. Fickle skipped off, ignoring the shouts of the trainer in charge of the spear station to clean up.

"Are you all right?" I asked.

"Yeah," Alec replied.

He looked fine but his face was pale and there a bead of perspiration ran down his cheek. I shuddered, he had been so close to losing his life. I looked up at the Gamemakers and glared. Why hadn't they stopped Fickle Fletch?

I went back to my previous station and attempted to work on throwing knives again and sharpen my accuracy. It failed however. The rest of training was disrupted by Fickle throwing things around, mocking others and trying to create fights. One almost took place when the District One female tribute nearly bludgeoned him with a club she was holding but the trainers intervened. We were dismissed from training early and we all left for lunch.

And I still had yet to work the skills I wanted to improve on!

Adrian's POV (D7 M)

Lunch was a sorrowful affair. There wasn't any noise except for the whispering from the career pack and whatever other alliances that were formed during the chaos that was the training.

No one sat near Fickle. He was left alone and he was now humming a melody that sent chills up my back. I jolted a little when someone gripped my hand and realized it was only Nessa.

"Let's try climbing the ropes later," she said to me.

"Yeah," I agreed and smiled.

We both went back to eating.

Heather's POV (D4 F)

I placed my spoonful of rice into my mouth and chewed slowly.

"Heather, Delphinium, you guys are out. I'm not having a nutcase in the pack," Emerald said as she bit into her food.

I froze when I heard what she called me but Delphinium's warm hand on my back brought me back to my senses. I finished the last bit of my lunch and left the table. I bit my lip and clenched my fists.

If only that girl knew why I screamed. I snorted. I doubted she would really care. But the Gamemaker who introduced himself as January...the name was the exact same as my older brother's. I handed the tray and plate to a passing Avox and drifted back to the table but took my time in doing so.

Who was I kidding? My brother died in the Games seven years ago. I heard the cannon and the winner was a girl in any case. I bumped into someone and stumbled back a bit.

"Sorry," the person didn't sound sorry one bit.

I looked up and found myself face to face with January Egath. He smirked and then his hand came up to caress my cheek. I tensed up and slapped his hand away. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the quiet dining hall and everyone looked at me. I bit my lip and felt rather than saw January slip away.

"Is anything the matter?" Elagabalus asked when I came back.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," I lied.

Sure, there was nothing wrong at all except for the fact that the hand motion screamed "older brother". But he was dead.