Interviews:

District Two:

Jordana's POV:

If they pluck one more hair…

Here is the recap of my life ever since the Gamemaker's performance. My brother and mentor, Castiel, has been yelling at me nonstop. We practically were at each other's throats when we were trying to figure out my angle for the interview. Then, there was Sparkler. I wanted to rip out her vocal cords, and beat her to death with them! We spent seventy-five percent of my day yesterday going over 'etiquette' because Apollo apparently 'didn't need as much work'.

Between working on posture, walking in high heels, and going over lady-like things to say, I was about ready to just take my own life. Oh, and now I'm being tortured by these imbeciles that are my 'prep team'. The only thing they are 'prepping' me for is the amount of anger I'm going to be taking out on my first kill in the arena!

My stylist, Percival, was just sitting in the corner, observing me. Percival was a bit of an idiot. He seemed to think that by not saying anything, he wouldn't say anything stupid. Well, that part was true, but being completely silent with a dopey look on your face still conveyed to the world that you were stupid!

However, he didn't become one of the District Two stylists without having some creativity. His idea about being marble statues was impeccable. From what I could tell, Percival came up with all the creative ideas, and then Apollo's stylist, Anska, made them happen. It was actually a fairly ingenious combination. The District One stylist, Avarice, did pretty much everything while his counterpart, Hulda, just stood around and looked pretty.

"I just don't understand why your hair grew back so fast! Do you realize how annoying that is!" one of my prep team members screeched.

"Do you realize that I can't control that and all of you are unbearable," I hissed.

I heard all of them make a small scoffing noise.

I'm not going to hurt them… I'm not going to kill them…

"She looks fine, ladies. I'll finish up the rest," Percival commanded.

My prep team shuffled out of the room, complaining the entire way. Once the door was shut firmly, he walked over to me and began to mess with my shoulder length black hair.

"Your hair looks far better without those nasty looking 'cornrows'," Percival commented.

I wish I could say the same about your face.

"Thank you," I muttered.

"Anksa should be here any minute with your outfit. I think you'll like it," he smirked.

Without any further conversing, he grabbed out a makeup kit, and began to lightly apply some foundation. I simply closed my eyes, and let him do whatever the heck he wanted. According to Castiel, 'Just do what your stylist tells you! He's trying to do the impossible and turn your ugly ass face into something worth remembering!'

After that comment, I bashed his head in with a vase.

After awhile, he began messing with my hair again, and finally he decided how he wanted my hair. I heard the door open quietly, and the ruffle of a dress bag reached my ears.

"Thanks, dear," Percival whispered. He walked over to me and murmured, "Stand up."

I did as he said, and I felt him slip something onto me. I opened my eyes, and just stared. He put my hair up into a small, extremely tight bun, and, probably for the first time in history, I wasn't in a dress for the interviews. I was in an extremely tight white blouse with black slacks. I was also wearing a black suit jacket, and he slipped me into black pumps.

"I thought this would show your muscles off better, but also give the audience a sophisticated and professional view of you." Percival explained.

"Well, I certainly like it better than those skimpy dresses you usually put the District Two girls in." I quipped.

He blushed a deep shade of red, and went back to applying more makeup. What I said was completely true. For the past four years, all of the District Two girls were 'beauties'. Veronica, from the 222nd Hunger Games, wore an extremely tight and short leather dress for her interviews. Vivian, form the 223rd Hunger Games, was in a longer, but even tighter, red dress made of rose petals. Oh, and don't even get me started on Cynthia from the games the year after Vivian. Her dress was so short I swear I could see her bare butt. Isis, from last year, had one of the more decent dresses, but anything was decent when you compared it to Rouge's see-through, skin tight, leotard.

"Well, someone definitely knows how to work some magic," Castiel bellowed as he strolled in.

"You're now supposed to be in here!" Percival yelled.

"I'm her mentor and sibling. Get out before I kick your sorry ass. She is obviously done, and has time for a little chat before the interviews start." Castiel smirked.

Percival's mouth opened and shut a few times before he sprinted out of the room.

"What do you want, Castiel," I groaned.

"Now, now. That's not the way to talk to someone who has something very important to tell you."

"Fine… Oh Castiel, I'm delighted you came to visit me!" I said with fake enthusiasm.

"That's much better!" Castiel said smugly as he plopped down onto one of the couches.

"Anything else before you get on with it," I snapped.

"You could tell me I'm the sexiest man on earth," he smirked.

"I could, but I won't," I growled.

Castiel just laughed. Wow, someone was in an unusually good mood. "Hm, I had to give it a try, right?"

"Okay, what's the deal? Why are you so laid back all of the sudden!"

"Well, I've just found out a bit of information that could change the game for us. Want to hear it?" Castiel asked excitedly.

I finally let myself make eye contact with him, and I felt shivers run up and down my spine. The only times I ever saw his eyes light up like that were on television during his games. His eyes would always get the glow they had right now when he was about to go in for the kill.

"Yes…" I said warily.

"Good. Time to tell you this small piece of data that might end up saving your life later in the game…"

Europa's POV:

"Two minutes until show time, Miss Europa," the stage director said. I just waved him off. I had been doing the interviews for six years now. I knew what I was doing. The boy finished entwining gold into my brown hair. I had it in a high bun right now. This year's color was, obviously, gold. I saw the golden eyes staring back at me and smiled. Ever since Caesar died, all the interviewers changed something to a different color every year. My mentor, Dixie, changed her skin color every year before she retired. I decided on a more subtle approach with my clothes and my eyes. I stood up and was pleased with the sparkling golden fabric. I was beautiful, as always.

I walked out onto the stage and heard the crowd's roar of approval. I sat down in my chair and looked at the tributes. Twenty-four people to interview.

"Hello Panem! This is the 226th Hunger Games' interview portion! I hope all of you are as excited as I am. Let's start with the District One female tribute, Camilla Starkweather!"

Camilla stood up with a sneer across her face and marched towards me. Her mid length, dark brown hair was left fairly natural, and her makeup was done so that her grey eyes looked darker than usual. She was wearing a tight, leather dress and black boots I would kill for. She also had on a necklace of gems that changed color, which reminded all of us of her Chariot outfit.

When she sat down, her angle was obvious. However, when I was talking to her, I wasn't exactly sure if it was an angle, but perhaps just her personality. She came off as extremely ruthless and destructive. She insulted pretty much every tribute, and had an obscene amount of self-confidence. When her buzzer rang, the Capitol clapped so loudly I had the urge to cover my ears. Everyone loves a good old demented Career…

The next tribute was Stark Delmont. His short, black hair was also left natural, and his blue eyes stood out against his rather gloomy outfit. He was also dressed in all black, but his tie was encrusted with gems that changed color. Now that was clever. Interestingly enough, the boy who got a ten from his performance almost shuffled his way to the chair next to me. At first, he just came off as pathetic. However, with a few well placed questions from me, he started to appear more mysterious and sly rather than miserable and stupid. Still, it was hard to get any kind of long answer out of him. When he got up to leave, the Capitol seemed a little put off, but also intrigued. He was going to get sponsors on his score alone, but his interview could have gone a great deal better.

When Jordana Kite came down, it was as if the world went silent. She was the girl who got an eleven in training, and she was the girl who everyone seemed to have some amount of fear and respect for. Her black hair was in a tight bun, and her brown eyes looked almost black. Her outfit was actually a suit with black pumps. That certainly has not been done before… Her angle was determined and feisty. She had no problem answering questions about her strength and bragging about herself. Not that bragging was a bad thing. She was trying to sell herself to potential sponsors, after all. Once her three minutes were done, she was met with a chorus of applause. The Careers were always everyone's favorite interviews.

Next up was Apollo Caius. His dirty blonde hair was slicked back, and his one eye was a brilliant blue. He was walking at a fairly slow pace, and the entire time he had this little smirk playing on his lips. His outfit was extremely similar to Stark's, but there was a key difference. Stark's gemstone tie gave him a little more glitz and glamour, whereas Apollo's eye patch, along with his slicked back hair, made him look more dangerous and refined. Apollo had no problem answering any of my questions, and every answer he had seemed to flow extremely well. He never got tongue tied, and was extremely delightful to talk to. Still, his angle was cool and collected, but dangerous. Even when he was talking about something like fighting or killing a tribute, he did it with debonair. When his interview was over, the entire crowd seemed extremely impressed and a little bit in awe.

Then little Valhalla Smitz from District Three came down. The cute robot from the Chariot Rides was gone. Valhalla's raven black hair up in a loose bun, and her knee length dress matched her ice blue eyes. Even though she was sixteen, she usually looked a little bit younger, but right now she seemed even older. Valhalla's angle was mysterious, but was also extremely cold. She would answer most, if not all, of my questions without any noticeable emotion and inflection. When her time was over, most of the audience was silent. It wasn't because she was terrible, but she was surprising. No one really expected that from her.

Her district partner, Thomas Birch, was next in line. His brown hair was left alone, and his bright blue eyes glimmered with anxiety. He looked like a deer in the headlights. He was wearing a white dress shirt, and black slacks, but his suit jacket was made from copper wire. So far, the stylists' outfits had been very impressing this year. Thomas tried to pull off the mysterious angle, but he just came off as a nervous wreck to me. I tried to soothe and calm him down, but nothing seemed to work. When he left, I knew that he left no impression on the audience. I even bet that a good chunk of sponsors were now going to say his seven was just a fluke.

Oceana Windsor was the next tribute to come down, and I couldn't help but smile. Her light brown hair was in corkscrews that coiled around her face and head. She had on shimmering blue eye shadow that, of course, brought out the blue in her eyes. Her dress was a vibrant blue that glimmered as she moved, and hugged her body quite nicely. Even though she wasn't the prettiest tribute this year, she was the prettiest, actual Career, and they were playing that up. However, her angle was more likeable than sexy. She was joking most of the interview, and was trying to make herself appear like an old friend to the Capitol and myself. The funny thing is I think it actually worked. When the time came for her to leave, the audience seemed fairly disappointed.

Leith Tallen wasn't in a tuxedo or suit, but was simply wearing black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a blue vest. His dark copper hair was tousled, and green-gray eyes were alight. Even though I personally thought his angle she be sexy or flirtatious, he was cold and stoic the entire interview. He answered each question minimally, and was just as emotionless as Valhalla. Part of me wanted to see Valhalla and him in either a conversation or stare down contest. Anyways, when he left, it seemed like most of the audience liked him. The men thought he was strong from his score of ten, and the women thought he was one of those broken, beautiful boys that maybe they could fix once he won.

Winnifred Fontane was next on my list. Her dirty blonde hair fell to her shoulders in wave, and her green eyes looked a bit glazed over. Her dress was… interesting. It went down to her calf, and had a golden hue to it. However, it was paired with a bright purple necklace, that I assumed was her token, and her shoes were green. Her stylist was obviously having some issues today. Winnifred didn't have an angle. She simply answered my questions in her own… special way. I'd ask her about her home life, and somehow it would lead her to start talking about the value of electricity and running water. Her interview was eventually over, and I couldn't have been more relieved. The entire thing was just… awkward for the audience and me!

Admyer Elverson looked like the walking dead. His skin was pale, and his light brown hair was dull. His hazel eyes had a soft shimmer to them, and they appeared to be… tears? His outfit was far too big for him, and he looked, overall, unhealthy. It wasn't until he was sitting closer to me that I saw it. I, being the Interviewer for the Hunger Games, have years of experience with makeup. The other tributes and the cameras wouldn't pick up on it, but dear Admyer was wearing makeup to emphasize a sickly appearance. His angle was to act weak and desperate. He played his role extremely well, and I didn't even have to do very much to help him get his angle across. When the buzzer sounded, the audience either had disgust for him, or pity. I glanced over at where all the mentors were sitting. My eyes connected with Memory's, and I smiled at her. Of course she would have thought up that plan. That girl was brave, I'd give her that.

Lucy Carter practically skipped down the steps to her seat next to me. Her chin-length brown hair was straightened out, and her dark green eyes showed joy. She was wearing a purple dress that went down in ruffles to her knees, and she had a gigantic smile plastered onto her face. Her angle was likeable and sweet. She came as those things, with a little bit of innocence mixed in. Sadly, this angle didn't really get the Capitol's attention. Her applause was fairly weak when she left, and I sighed. There was only so much I could do…

Adam Reid strutted towards me, and I almost groaned. Oh great, one of these kinds of angles. I knew his angle was going to be confident and cocky. I could tell from his entire appearance. His dark blonde hair was styled upwards with product, and I could tell his stylist made Adam's eyelashes longer with some sort of clear mascara. Adam was wearing a taut and tight tuxedo that showed off his… assets very well. The entire interview involved him being arrogant. Half way through, I thought I was going to punch him. When he eventually started to hit on me, I pinched his hand so hard that I knew there was going to be a bruise there later. The buzzer rang, and I just thanked Panem that was over. However, he definitely got the woman's attention because they couldn't stop staring at his butt, which even I had to admit was delectable and perky.

Jacqie Holdaine came down the stage in a light green dress. It wasn't stunning like some of the other outfits, but it certainly was pretty. Her brown locks were curled to perfection and her light blue eyes seemed to shine in the spotlights. Jacqie definitely played the crowd. She started off being extremely friendly and kind, but ended up captivating the crowd with some tragic story. Whether it was true or not, I had no clue, but pretty much it explained why she had an ugly scar across her face and got a couple Capitol women bawling their eyes out.

Lucian Valcoor was quite the character. He was wearing a green tuxedo that matched Jacqie's dress, but it was obvious he didn't want to be associated with her. His short, spiky brown hair was left natural, and his brown eyes had a glint in them. When he sat down and started talking, it was obvious he didn't have an angle. The entire three minutes, I was petrified. He explained to the Capitol how to shrink a head, and also talked about what blood felt like. However, when his buzzer rang, he was showered with applause, and a few flowers were even thrown his way. Personally, I thought he was a creep, but whatever the Capitol wanted. Well, if his angle was evil and macabre he certainly did a killer job…

Asita Chaya sashayed down the stage, and I couldn't help but smile. Her stylists definitely knew how to showcase her. Her floor dress was made from the same curtain-like fabric, but this time it wasn't see-through. Her dress was stunningly white, which contrasted greatly with her dark skin color. Her brown, almost black, hair was done up in an intricate bun, while her brown eyes were highlighted with white makeup. You could never tell that this elegant woman was the slutty girl from the Chariot Rides. When she sat down, it was obvious what her angle was. She was still a little flirty and sultry, but definitely not sexy or slutty. She was trying to make herself seem like a real person instead of just a sex object. By the end of her interview, she had the crowd wrapped around her fingers just like Jacqie had. When she walked off the stage, she was the beautiful girl who was tragically torn from her family and desperately needed to get back.

I still couldn't believe the Capitol ate this stuff up.

Lyric Kane. The weakest tribute in these games was up next, and I was dreading it. When I saw that his light blonde hair was slicked back, his blue eyes were dull, and his white tuxedo was a little sloppy, I almost had an anxiety attack. I expected him to be overly meek and stupid, but he surprised everyone. The boy who got a three in training was very eloquent. In fact, he seemed to have the crowd mesmerized more than Jacqie and Asita. I think the thing that was most unique about him was that he answered every single question in detail and honestly. In fact, he was just plain blunt about his answers! The Capitol wasn't used to such blatant honesty, and seemed to adore him for it. He walked off the stage with plenty of applause, and even I couldn't help but feel happy for the kid. Maybe he wasn't such a lost cause after all. Still, sponsors did squat for you in the bloodbath…

Ace Fortune was the tribute the Capitol was most curious about. And, oh boy, did they get to know her! First off, her black hair was still tied in its usual pig tails, and her grey eyes were barely accented by any makeup. She was wearing a floor length grey dress with circles on the side. I thought she would try to be timid and innocent, but I was quite wrong. She was, if anything, whiny and annoying. She went on rant after rant just on simple questions. So far, she had talked more than all the other tributes combined. However, her rants got the crowd roaring with laughter, which also made her a fairly well liked tribute.

Hawk Nightwind skulked down the stage. He was clad in a blue pantsuit that looked quite fitting on him. His messy dark brown hair was styled with hairspray or gel, and his forest green eyes showed he was thinking the entire time. His angle was intelligent, witty, and quick thinking. His humor was light and sharp, and we bantered nearly the entire time. However, at the end, he pulled out the sympathy card and talked about how hard things were back home and how much he missed his family. He left the stage with moderate applause. He wouldn't be forgotten, but chances are this interview didn't help him all that much when it came to sponsors. He just wasn't good at playing a martyr or victim when it was obvious he was more of a hero or provider.

Charlotte Fern didn't stand out much in her appearance. She was dressed in a simply yellow sun dress with yellow heels. Her brown hair was straightened, which didn't look all that great on her, while her makeup seemed to hide her light brown eyes. Nonetheless, her personality made up for it. The first thirty seconds or so, she was trying to be mysterious. She quickly cracked and started to come off as humorous, and sarcastic. She also seemed a little full of herself, but the Capitol expected that. She did get an eight after all.

Davis Grayvelle was simply adorable. He was wearing a cute little white tuxedo, and his dirty blonde hair was just so poufy! His grey eyes were alight with laughter. His angle was innocent, sweet, and sympathetic. Even though he only got a two in training, the crowd seemed to coo and awe at everything this little kid said. I heard a Capitol woman say she wanted him to be the ring bearer in her wedding, and I couldn't help but start giggling. The really funny thing was when I saw him walking away; he let out a sigh of relief. Well, looks like it was all an act. Someone wasn't as happy as he led on…

The applause was already huge for Sage Hathaway's entrance. Her black feather hair was wavy and looked silky to touch. Her green eyes were bright in the spotlights, and her beak-nose still looked amazing. Her dress was bright red and floor length. The 'Song Bird', as the Capitol liked to call her, was singing away. Not literally, of course, but she just acted as if there wasn't a thing wrong in the world. She complimented the Capitol most of her interview, and came off as extremely sweet.

Scarlett Macrose was just a letdown when you compared him to his District Partner. His black hair was styled upwards, while his brown eyes had this crinkle around them. He was dressed in a black tuxedo, and looked fairly adorable. His interview started off as him being cute, but things went downhill when he noticed that the Capitol thought Davis was more adorable than he was. He quickly went from 'cute and cuddly' to 'vicious and creepy'. When he left, no one really knew what to do. No one had expected a thirteen year old kid to be so… strange…

Ruth Angelo came out in a silver knee-length dress, and looked extremely cute. Her light brown hair was put into a loose bun, and her blue eyes were highlighted by the dress. Oddly enough, her angle was being sweet and cute. I, personally, could tell it was all an act. Her eyes screamed rage and hatred, but her mouth only spewed sweet words. She left, not making much of an impression. Perhaps that was her purpose. Perhaps she didn't want to get herself into any more trouble. The world may never know.

Devon Wright walked down dressed in black slacks, a white dress shirt, and a green tie. His black hair was spiked upwards, and his grey eyes seemed thoughtful. Devon's angle was to be smart. He answered each question thoughtfully, and gave the crowd what they wanted. He said everything like it was something the Capitol needed to know, which made them want to know. It was, overall, an extremely good tactic when dealing with hordes of idiots, and it paid off.

Ayla Siege, the rebel of the year, practically stormed onto the stage. She was wearing a, quite ugly, black dress. She was, of course, still bald. Her interview was the worst of the night. She pretty much just stated how much she hated this situation, and how she was done playing by everyone else's rules. Most of the crowd seemed disgusted, but I could see quite a few people had some respect for her. Her sponsor changes weren't down the drain yet…

The last of the night, Alexei Drake, walked onto the stage. His shaggy brown hair was left, well, shaggy. His brown eyes seemed to mock me, and he was wearing a brown pantsuit. He was just as bad as Ayla. He was just a completely sarcastic and snarky bastard. He didn't care what we thought of him, and he made it obvious. He practically said he didn't need anyone but himself to win these games. Well, he had certainly better hope that he was right!

The interviews ended, and I waved to the crowd as I walked backstage. I quickly made my way back to my house, and un 'glamourfied' myself. I sat down on the bed, and just closed my eyes. Being the interviewer for the Hunger Games was just exhausting. But it was worth it. I enjoyed showing the Capitol the best in every tribute. It was nice to watch the Hunger Games, knowing that every time they got a sponsor gift it was partly because of me.

District Three:

Thomas' POV:

I screwed up. I screwed the entire interview process up. I, literally, got no sponsors most likely. I just wasn't good in front of large crowds. I always froze up, and lost feeling in my hands and feet. It just wasn't my strength, and it showed. Everyone in Panem thought I was a scared little boy who was going to die in the bloodbath. The sad thing was, maybe they were right…

I flopped into bed, and just closed my eyes. I had already showered and changed, and now I was tired. I didn't feel like eating dinner and having Tiner giving me that 'disappointed' look. I felt myself immediately begin to drift off into sleep…

I woke up, and knew it was still dark. I looked over at the clock, and saw it was only twenty minutes past midnight. Later this very day, I would be going into the arena. I would be going into the bloodbath.

My stomach turned into a giant knot, and I realized how hungry I really was. I turned on the light, and started messing with the panel. I had a plate of chocolate cake in minutes, and I felt the salvia begin pooling in my mouth. I was about to take the first bite, when I decided I might as well go eat in the dining room. It's not like anyone else would be up at this hour anyways.

Boy, was I wrong.

When I stepped into the dining room, I almost dropped my plate with a slice of heaven on it. Sitting on a chair, staring out the window, was Valhalla. She was wearing one of the comfortable silk robes, and was nervously tapping the table. I was about to turn around and leave, when she glanced my direction.

"You have my permission to sit," she said nonchalantly.

Oh great, here comes the Almighty Valhalla who is giving me permission to do something.

However, I decided that I could always leave if she started getting nasty and mean, so I did sit down. I slowly began to eat my chocolate cake. This wasn't the Valhalla I had grown to hate over the past week. This Valhalla was nervous and anxious. She seemed almost… vulnerable in this state.

"Worried?" I asked.

She immediately stopped tapping the table, recognizing the give away to her feelings, and folded her hands in her lap. "I don't have the slightest inclination of what you are referring to."

"It's okay to be human too," I stated simply.

Her posture became even tenser, and she glared at me. "Oh, yes, it's such a great thing to be weak."

"Being human doesn't mean you're weak…" I argued quietly.

"Oh, that what is being human?" she sneered.

"Living life to the fullest before… well, before you die," I whispered.

I peeked at her expression, and saw a mixture of curiosity and disdain. "Do go on."

"Well, I guess I've just learned from my mother. My father… Well, I don't know who he is. All I know is that he didn't tell my mother that he was… was… married, and they began a relationship. She found out, and left him. However, she didn't realize he was married until she was three months pregnant with me. Suffice to say, it was a hard time for her, but she refused to let life pass her by. She continued to be happy, and just look forward to the next day…"

I glanced at Valhalla again, expecting a biting remark. However, now all I saw was that she was contemplating what I had said. "I guess I know what you mean. Both my parents are… crazy in their own ways. One is a little overzealous, while the other is too logical for her own good. Guess which one I took after…"

"It's not your fault your parents are a little… off." I consoled.

Her vulnerable state and posture immediately left, and a hard look took over her face. "I guess you are right. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must go to bed. We both have a big day tomorrow, and I don't plan on being a wreck."

"Nice chat," I commented.

"Right, just don't expect me to not kill you in the arena." She hissed as she left.

I sighed, and just gazed at my chocolate cake. Yeah, I was definitely screwed.

Mentor's POV:

District Five:

Memory's POV:

I woke up, shaking. Of course, another nightmare. My nightmares always seemed to get worst right before, during, and right after the Hunger Games. At first, it was just people from my arena coming back to haunt me. I've had many, many nightmares where either Amy, Iris, or Taylor slowly torture me to death. I've had nightmares where my Aidan was slowly killed in front of me, only to come back to life and have it done to him again.

However, ever since I've become the mentor from my Districts, more people have showed up in my dreams. Mainly, my tributes that died. Two nights ago, I had a nightmare that I was chasing Danielle, only to have her turn around and imbed an axe in my stomach. The nightmare I just woke up from involved Winnifred taunting me, while Admyer slowly raked knives and sword up and down my broken body.

I just slowly breathed in and out, and placed my head in between my legs. Sometimes, it felt so real. Sometimes, when I woke up, I would just cry and cry and cry. I would scream and break things. Sometimes, I just couldn't handle it anymore.

Thankfully, this was not one of those times.

I slipped out of bed, and put my feet into the Capitol made slippers. It was like walking on clouds. I slipped into a fairly fluffy robe, and strolled over to the floor length. I turned on one of the lights, and just stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I didn't know who I was anymore. The girl staring back at me looked almost insane. She was nothing like the cold hearted, bitchy woman who mentored every year.

I let out a small noise of disgust, and dove for the brush. I tried as hard as I could to brush to knots out of my red hair. My blue eyes stared back at me, and I sighed deeply. My eyes used to be a light brown, but the Capitol took even that away from me. At first, I liked the change, but now it was unbearable. It just reminded me every day that I had no control, and was just a pawn.

The Capitol took everything important away from me. Sure, they gave me shiny toys to play with, but what was the point when I had no one to share it with? As of recently, Ethan had his wife, Streak had his mother, and Rouge had her baby and older sister?

Who did I have? My older sister and best friend were both married now. They didn't have time to spend with me! My older sister had two children, and my best friend, Kyliee, had one on the way. I laughed at myself, stupidly. Kyliee had always been the 'free spirit', who would flirt with all the boys and sleep with them too. Neither one of us ever saw her getting married. Kyliee always said that I was going to be the one to get married young. I was always the rebelios, pig-headed, smart one and she said that was attractive to almost every male in District Five. Well, both of us were wrong. I never got married, but I certainly did fall in love. It just had to be in the damn arena…

I let out a sigh of disgruntlement, and made my way towards the door to the hallway. Right when I was about to open it, I heard someone clear their throat. I was about to let out a loud scream, but I felt a hand cover my mouth. My mind automatically went back to the time when I was in the pitch black tunnels with Sophia, and I bit the hand as hard as I could. I sent elbow into the person's ribs, and spun around. I slammed my foot into the person's knee, effectively bringing them down to the floor. I leapt on top of them, and began to choke them.

"S-s-stop…"

I blinked, and suddenly I was in my room, choking Ophelia to death. I let out a yelp, rolled off of her, and held both of my hands to my chest. Ophelia began wheezing and coughing.

"What are you doing!" I yelled.

"I should be the one asking that. You almost killed me!"

"Because you're in my room during the middle of the night. Plus, you snuck up behind me."

Ophelia looked sheepishly at the ground. "Not my smartest move…"

"Obviously. Now, tell me why the heck you're in here, and how long have you been here!"

"I came a little while ago. You were beginning to wake up from one of your nightmares, so I just decided to let you. Anyways, I have to show you something." Ophelia said excitedly.

I stared at her nervously. I had known Ophelia for four years now, and had only seen that expression twice. Once when she thought one of her tributes was going to win, and the other right before she attacked one of the other mentors. I wasn't exactly ready to follow her blindly somewhere with that look.

"What's this about?" I asked.

Ophelia rolled her eyes, and walked over to me. She grabbed one of my wrists, and began to lead me towards the door. "You'll just have to wait and see!"

I sighed, and followed her aimlessly. My mind began to wander. Ophelia had always been… an odd one. She was one of the two only living victors from her District, just like me, and she won oddly. The arena had man eating flowers as traps, and she was the daughter of a florist. So she survived because she wasn't stupid enough to try to eat, pick, or sniff any of the flowers. Then, she killed three other tributes based on stealth. Twice she fell from a tree and killed them. Then when it was the final two and it was between her and one Career, she hid in the very back of the Cornucopia behind the supplies until he fell asleep. Her entire life, she always seemed a little odd. It only got worse when she lost both of her children in last year's games. From what I could, they were all she had left.

"We're here," she whispered seriously. I refocused my attention, and realized Ophelia had led me to basement below the Training Center where they stored all the training supplies. "We have an hour or so until the cameras and bugs kick back in. That's all he could give us before the Capitol would notice."

"Wait… What? Who is he?" My mind was swirling. Ophelia went from being her usual nutty self to being dead serious.

"He'll be here momentarily. He wanted to meet you again, but I'll try to explain it before he gets here."

"Explain what! Why couldn't you have explained it in my room!" I hissed. Now I was getting scared.

"They bugged your room, just like they did with every room in this stupid building. Plus, they watch mentors rooms like hawks. They never think to check these cameras except once or twice every six hours."

"Well, tell me what you want to tell me!" I said hurriedly.

"It's simple. I'm starting a rebellion."

"What."

My mouth was probably hitting the floor. She just said that as if she was stating the weather!

"Just listen. I'm sick and tired of the government using and abusing us. All I have left is revenge, and I'm going to seek it. I want President Raven to burn for what she's done, but more importantly, I want to stop the Hunger Games."

"You are listening to yourself, right? This isn't going to work! The other two rebellions failed completely and utterly," I hissed.

"Oh, yes it is. The first rebellion was pretty much just District Thirteen. The second rebellion was a few more Districts, but not enough. They both failed because they targeted the wrong thing."

"You're losing me," I whispered. My heart was beating, and I felt like I was going to vomit.

"Don't you see? The Hunger Games can't survive without the Capitol, and the Capitol can't survive without the Hunger Games. The other two rebellions saw that, and tried to take down the Capitol. What I'm planning on doing is joining the Capitol and bringing down the Hunger Games."

My mind was going a million miles an hour. This was all too sudden. I couldn't process it.

Ophelia continued, "There have been so many protests in the Capitol recently. If we can get the citizens on our side, we won't even need the Districts help. We just need to take it down from the inside out, not the outside in."

"Why are you telling me this," I said shakily.

Ophelia walked up to me, and put both of her hands on my shoulders, "Because, I need you. I have a plan that will not only show the Districts and the Capitol that President Raven doesn't have all the power, but will also show the citizens of the Capitol how heart wrenching the Hunger Games are. Show them that the tributes are real people."

"Why do you need me…"

"Memory, you are one of the bravest people I have ever met. The entire reason you won your games was because of how brave you were. If wouldn't have taken the risks you took in your arena, I guarantee you that you would be dead. That's what I need. I need someone to reach the other victor's and mentor's that I can't. You can convince others to join us. You can help the allies we already have iron out our plans. You are the key to getting other victors on our side."

"I don't see why I should help you. It's suicide!"

"Aren't you tired of having your life dictated for you? Aren't you sick of worrying that the Capitol can take away everything from you within seconds?"

I looked into Ophelia's eyes, and saw tears pooling and spilling over. I was tired of this. I wasn't living my life. I was just going through the motions. I was tired of being a pawn.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ophelia broke out into one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen, and hugged me. "I have plans, and I just want you to listen to orders. I don't have anything for you to do this very second, but I will soon."

I just nodded, and hugged her as hard as I could. Every year, I never left the Control Room because I wanted to help my tributes to the best of my ability. I wanted them to be safe, and come home. Now, I could actually do that. Now, I could possibly stop all of this, and do something important.

"I'm assuming she said yes."

I let go of Ophelia and turned around. A man came out of the darkness, and I just stared at him. He looked so familiar…

Finally, I recognized him. "You're the man from my Victory Tour. The man from District Three," I said with a shocked expression on my face.

After I had given my speech at District Three during the Victory Tour, a man came up to me and thanked me. I remembered how sincere I thought the tears were in his bright brown eyes.

"Ah, so you remember me," he smiled sadly.

"Ophelia?" I asked.

"Memory, meet Justice." Ophelia muttered, "I smuggled him into the Capitol to help with technical things, such as computers and viruses. He picked some things up from his… ex-girlfriend."

"I'm sorry… I don't understand. Why do you say it like that?" I asked.

"I lost my girlfriend in the Hunger Games." He stated sadly.

Another victim of the Capitol. "I'm so sorry…"

"It's not your fault. Misty killed her, not you."

I felt my eyes bug open, and my mouth dropped again. "You're…. you're Taylor's boyfriend?"

He nodded, and I felt tears pool in my eyes. Taylor was one of the most likely tributes to win in my games. She was good at fighting, and the Capitol adored her. I remember her talking about her boyfriend, but she never mentioned him. Anyways, I never really met her until the very last day of my Hunger Games. She stopped me from killing her ally, but Misty killed her anyways. She comforted me when I broke down, and we fought Misty together. Suffice to say, I out survived them both. Misty and I were both bleeding heavily, but Misty had poisoned Taylor.

"I'm… I'm so sorry," I repeated again.

"I want to end these games. End them for good. End them for Taylor. And, if that means I die, so be it."

There was a few seconds of silence before I asked, "So you debugged this room?"

"For now… It will be back online in a little bit."

After another few seconds of silence, Justice asked, "Where are they Ophelia?"

"Don't worry, they're in our base, safe and sound." Ophelia smiled.

"Who?"

"Taylor's little sisters… After Taylor died, her mother died from an illness a year or so later. I've been taking care of them ever since." Justice said.

I nodded sadly. So this was it. The three of us, and Capitolian protestors. Fighting to end the Hunger Games. The weird thing was, I wasn't scared anymore. I was prepared. I felt like the Memory before the Hunger Games. The wild child who was willing to do anything to stay alive. For the first time, in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. I smiled to myself, and just glared at the wall. Memory Summit, victor of the 222nd Hunger Games, wasn't a pawn anymore. I was the chess master, and it was about time I took control of this game!

Next chapter is the bloodbath. Okay, first, it's time for a little explanation. Sorry the interviews are so short. I just hate them, and I'm bad at doing the dialogue for them. In fact, the only thing I do like about the interviews is the clothes XD is that bad?

So, P.S. those of you who read the 222nd Hunger Games, are you happy that Justice is back? I'm curious if you think he's a good addition to my sub plot rebellion haha.

Okay, so please review. I tried to make this chapter interesting. Oh, and my question of the chapter, besides the bonus question of Justice, is do you like how I'm spinning the rebellion? I'm trying to make it different from all the other one's I read, and I'm also trying to avoid a Katniss Everdeen rebellion. Oh, and yes, there is more to this rebellion that meets the eye. Ophelia has a killer plan that I think you'll all love, once you find out what it is!