Okay, for those of you who are confused about Ophelia, I'll just clear it up now. I'll admit it was very hard to write her, as I had never written a person like her before. She's a morphling addict. When she has her morphling she's polite, and quite childish, but when she's on withdrawal she's vicious. And she doesn't remember what happens when she's on withdrawal. If any of you have questions about the characters please pm me.

Training Day 2-

D2- 17-Ashtra

"So, where do you want to start off today?" Crimson asks us as we get into the Training Center. We're all standing in a group-Me, Crimson, Serphina, Carseon, Reatrgo and Mercury. But, in all honesty, if I were in charge, I would have kicked Mercury and Serphina out first thing. Neither of them are too good, but Reatrgo insists on "strength in numbers." Moron. What's the use in numbers? The more people in the pack, the more people who would-sorry, will-betray you. God, why did I have to get stuck with this guy?

"Let's try the guns!" Carseon says excitedly, hurrying off towards the array of guns. I sigh and follow the others. I've never used a gun in training, but how hard can it be, anyway? It's like using throwing knives, or bows and arrows…

Only when I pick up the machine gun do I realize how hard it really is. It takes me a few shots to even get near the bulls-eye, and it seems to be just as hard for Reatrgo, as I look beside me. But on my other side I can see the District 10 girl, Echo handling them with ease. I put mine down when she finishes and follow her to the knives, where I watch her pick them up and hurl them at the targets, getting every one of them on the bulls-eye. I blink a few times. Wow, this girl's amazing!

"Where did you learn that stuff?" I poke her. She jumps and turns around.

"Oh, hi. Do you mean the knives or the guns?"

"Well, both."

"Oh, okay. For the knives, I get bored a lot at home…As for the guns…not sure. Beginner's luck I guess."

I start talking to her more at the station with the snares. I don't actually do anything there, but I watch her make a pretty good one, as I make the big offer.

"Why me?" She asks when I finish.

"You're excellent with those knives, and the guns too. We really need someone like you to help us out. Plus, you'll get protection."

She looks down for a moment, and then asks me another question. "Who else is in the pack?" I shrug.

"It's all of us from 1, 2, ad 4, and Reatrgo's already asked the District 11 guy, Jamar. We don't know if he's in yet though."

She takes a deep breath, and then looks at me. For a moment she doesn't say anything. Then she grins.

"I'd love to."

I smile and nod in response, and head to the swords with Crimson, motioning for Echo to come with me. She follows and stays with us for the rest of training, smiling the whole time. I applaud her enthusiasm, although I regret not being able to tell her the truth about what Crimson and I plan to do during the Games. She'll figure it out soon enough.

D3- 13-Kylie

I'm surprised. Training has actually been pretty fun. I've ended up with Marcus a few times, and he seems to be quite good with the edible plants, as well as bombs-just like me. But he…I don't know. I just don't think I want him as an ally. I feel like allying with Marcus will get me a knife in the back.

Wiring the last part of the test bomb, I step back and motion for Marcus to move back too. Pressing the detonator, I cover my ears as the bomb goes off, incinerating dummy. The trainer applauds me and I smile.

Well, training may be fun right now, but I still know that I won't be able to survive the Games. I remember watching a rerun of the seventy-fourth Hunger Games, when the District 3 boy managed to reactivate the mines. It had worked so well, until of course KatnissEverdeen blew them all up. I don't remember much after that, except that the District 2 boy broke his neck in a fit of rage. Lesson learned-ally with the Careers and you can pretty much guarantee a knife in your back. But that doesn't mean that the other tributes wouldn't do the same.

"Have you two decided what you'll be showing the Gamemakers tomorrow?" Our mentor Zoe asks when we get back to the apartment that night. I look beside me to see Marcus shrug. He honestly hasn't decided yet?

"I'm going to try doing swords. I'm going to focus on them tomorrow, so I might not look too bad.' Zoe nods in response, satisfied with his choice. Then she turns to me.

"Bombs?" I ask tentatively.

"Just make sure you can control them." She says. I nod and we sit down to eat dinner. It's hard for me to eat, with only two days until the Games begin.

D12- 13-Roshan

For the first two days of training, I manage to go through the stations without getting humiliated in front of the Careers. I didn't touch the knives though, although I've managed to do okay with the weights and brush up on my skills with the bow and arrow. I've definitely improved, so if I can't get my hands on a knife during the Games, I might actually have a form of self-defense.

Allies-wise, I haven't made any decisions yet. All of these tributes are idiots, and I'm not about to ally with Taylor. That guy won't shut up, like he's somehow convinced that I have a crush on him. I do NOT. Nor will I ever have a crush on that ugh, that bloodbath tribute. The Hunger Games are a test of survival, and teenage love has nothing to do with it.

"Miss Davis, are you ready to begin?" The trainer asks. I nod, taking my position for the obstacle course. He's about to blow the whistle when we're interrupted.

"Wait!" Someone else calls from behind. I roll my eyes as Taylor steps beside me, taking position. The trainer blows his whistle and we're off.

When we finish it, the two of us are panting, leaning against the pole supporting the ropes course. Taylor doesn't say anything, and next thing I know, the trainer is standing over us with our times.

"Roshan Davis, you finished the obstacle course in four minutes, eight seconds." Then he turns to Taylor and his expression lightens up. "Taylor Martin, congratulations! You finished the obstacle course in four minutes, two seconds."

I blink as the trainer leaves, and snarl at Taylor. How could he have done better than me? That guy's probably never done any real exercise in his life, and he beat me?

I see the look in his eyes and grimace again, turning around to go to another station.

Oh, it is on.