(Thanks to Percival Jones for the Review. The history of Panem in this chapter I feel makes sense in terms of what would actually happen. So, read on and tell me what you think.)

The Districts always thought that the Capitol was a place of technology and flamboyant people. They saw the high metallic buildings on TV, saw the people, and saw what the Capitol always wanted them to see. What the Capitol didn't show the District's were the backstreets. The allies. The dark places people just forgot or ignored.

The Capitol had enough to deal with trying to control the Districts, so the 'Back Streets' were left well enough alone. They were monitored, but tolerated. After all, they kept things to themselves most of the time.

The difference between the Back Streets and the actual Capitol was that they thrived on history. Stacks of old books and comic books, sometimes half-burned or ripped lined the small living areas. There were old fashioned clothes with faded brands, shoes that were scuffed. The Back Streets didn't like the so called future, and were open about it. In fact, the Capitol treated it as a sort of dump for all the useless discovery's when they flew out to now destroyed civilizations. America managed to survive in the major wars hundreds of years ago, but other countries weren't as lucky. Places such as Germany and France were taken over by Russia. England isolated themselves, cancelling any and all trade with Europe.

England had fallen eventually out of stubborness, allowing for Russia to take over the island. As it was, Russia, or rather Libertas as it was known now, was one of the major nations, on equal if not better as Panem. They were prepared for war, but no action had been taken by either side. Panem never talked about Libertas in history, rather keeping it a secret to all but those who went to visit for business. Panem was better off thinking they were the only Nation, otherwise people would get ideas on trying to immigrate.

One such person had immigrated though, although rather than from Panem to Libertas, it was the other way round. A boy with no parents, no siblings, and no name hid away on one of Panem's ships. When they got back to homeland, the boy was discovered on the ship. Instead of killing him, they threw him into the Back Streets, saying he could live there as long as he didn't come into the main area of the Capitol. The boy grew up with other orphans or those who were cast away. Often lame or otherwise disabled. They nicknamed each other, like Gazelle or Bison. This boy, however, was nicknamed Jackal for his occasional fits of anger.

Now grown up and in the Games, Jackal was tracking like his namesake would. Remaining quiet, lull the prey into a false sense of security until you strike them in the back. As Jackal moved, he pushed leaves and branches quietly out of the way with a truncheon that was his assigned weapon. Despite his vibrant red hair, Jackal was unseen. Years of sneaking around in the Back Streets helped him greatly. A forest was just like a city, just replace buildings with trees.

And who was Jackal tracking? None other than one Craig Voss. The boy wasn't aware of his follower, merely looking around for someone to kill so that he could win the games in Kayla's name.

Jackal smiled to himself. The boy would have to rest soon, and when he did... Jackal was ready.

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On the opposite side of the island, Anita Rangle was making her way down a collection of rocks, gingerly climbing down. Even though it was all but useless, Anita wished she had her wrench. It would give her a degree of confidence, if any. Anita finally dropped down to the beach below, staring out at the blue haze that was an indication the sun was about to rise. The storm had gone, although black clouds still remained in the sky, looming and threatening.

Anita sat on one of the rocks. She came into the Games confident and cool. Ready to play, ready to kill. As it turned out, she wasn't ready at all. She was shaken when Brittany attacked her, death seeming to come. Then she fell off the tower and cut her head open. No, Anita was scared now. The grim reality had hit. Unlike before the Games when she thought everyone was for show, now Anita realised that was a mistake. People were playing. Out of fear? Pressure? Plain old blood lust? Who knew, and Anita didn't know and didn't care.

So she sat looking out at the sea, admiring the somewhat peaceful scene, away from death and away from Tributes. All alone.

Anita slumped further down the rock, so her back was against it. Free from worries, at least for the moment, Anita was caught in the great view.

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"Not yet... not yet..." These words were repeated again and again as Raymond crawled through the now coming dawn. He had to take a break for a while, and he almost lost it. But by forcing himself onwards, he could persuade himself to move. Raymond was fixated on what he had to do to make his name known, what he had to do to at least prove to himself it wasn't in vein.

As he was so fixated on the path ahead, Raymond completely missed the flash of pink to the side. There was a high-pitched gasp as something heavy hit into Raymond, winding him and causing him to get tangled with someone with a pink dress.

Andrea cursed, rubbing her head and sitting up. She looked to her side and saw that most of her bag contents were strewn about. Well, that's what you get when you try and check what you got while moving. Andrea let off a small giggle, before suddenly her eyes widened as she realised her hands were empty. "Eliza?" Andrea's large eyes looked around before she caught her bear laying on the ground. Andrea reached for it when she touched something cold and somewhat squishy in the bushes. Andrea drew back in disgust, grabbing Eliza on the way. Tentatively, Andrea pushed the plants aside, revealing Raymond's mutilated body. Andrea shrieked and fell back to her bottom, breathing hard. She hugged Eliza close to her chest, calming herself down.

"Shock, shock..." Andrea muttered to herself, before she put Eliza in front of her. "I was shocked for a moment there. You make it all better." Andrea stood up and started picking her strewn possessions of the bag. "Dead bodies are not good at all." Andrea grabbed the bottle of water, before seeing a small oval green object on the ground. Andrea picked it up and stared at the grenade. "I was assigned a grenade? Could be useful, Eliza." Andrea nodded and placed the grenade in her back, before taking a quick look around to see if anyone had been investigating the noise. Andrea took off in a light jog.

After a minute, Raymond let off a deep relieved sigh. Thank god for small favours...Raymond thought, carefully moving to his belly and looking down at something in his hands. And thank new Tributes for BIG favours... this changes my plan a lot.

In his good hand, hidden away from the Capitol's eye's lay a grenade. While Andrea was assigned two, she didn't know that, and had assumed she had just the one. Thankfully the other grenade had fallen practically into Raymond's hand.

Raymond kept it tucked away, and continued his crawl towards where he remembered the bunker was.