Hey guys! Sorry about that long wait! I had to finish up the story that made me realize that I am a writer. I post the first chapter on July 4 2012. I post the finale July 4 2013. I spent a year of my life on that story, well I didn't update for like 6 months so that's a lie. But anyways. Here is Part 2 of my super awesome story.

Asher Stevens- District 2 Male

I looked above the crowd for Trytenia. I push past some people dancing when I see Trytenia talking to some Capitol people. I sneak up behind her and pick her up by the waist. She didn't struggle because she knew it was me. She playfully waved goodbye to the people she was previously talking to as I carried her to the vacant balcony. I set her down.

"That was rude." She told me, referencing the conversation I had interrupted. I just smirked and pulled her in for a kiss. We parted and she looked into my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you." I told her. To my surprise, she rolled her eyes.

"It's only going to be for a few weeks Asher; we will see each other soon." She told me. I raised my eyebrows.

"How do you know that I will win?" I asked. She gave me a sly smile.

"Asher, I am the Capitol's sweetheart; I have ways of getting what I want. And if I want you to win, you will win." She said slyly. I smirk at her.

"Are you implying that you can influence the outcome of these games?" I asked her. She gave me a smirk. She got close to me and put her head by my ear.

"It's a good thing the wind is loud out here isn't it?" She said. I smiled.

"You are a devious little girl now aren't you?" I said. She giggled.

"I won my games by setting fire to the Cornucopia, killing all of the Careers that lay inside it. I was 12, and got a score of 2. Sponsors loved me, the gamemakers loved me. I can do anything." Trytenia told me.

"So you didn't directly kill anyone." I confirmed. Trytenia's eyes traveled away.

"I did kill one person." Trytenia confessed. "My sister Amphitrite wanted to be like me, so she volunteered the next year. She died in the bloodbath. I killed her Asher, for six months I couldn't even be in District 2; I moved to the Capitol."

This is something I've never seen. Trytenia, she can be bubbly, scary, and sad all at the same fucking time. She isn't like other victors I have seen in District 2. I love her.

Adeline Hanran's POV- District 6 Female

I walked through the crowd, looking for a way out. I've danced with 6 different guys and I'm fucking done with the stupid small talk and formal introductions. I was making my way toward the snack bar when someone wrapped their arm around my waist and clamped my mouth shut with their hand.

The person dragged me away from the snack bar. I raised my arms to it, wanting to go back. Why the hell was no one doing anything?

It seemed like forever before the person put me down. I quickly turned around to see who my kidnapper was.

Jesse stood there. Jesse was here. I can't believe it, it was always someone else's friends that come, but never mine.

"Holy shit you're here!" my voice wavered in relief as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I tried to remember this feeling, for I may never come back to feel his arms ever again.

"How did I do on my interview?" I asked him. Jesse chuckled.

"You did better than the District 5 dude." He said.

"Everyone did better than the District 5 dude." I told him. He nodded and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. He gave it to me.

It was a picture. It had me and all the other rebels in it, drawn in messy crayon stick figures. I drew this when I first met the rebels, seven years old then. I looked up at him.

"Why did you keep this?" I asked.

"Because you and me, we were together." He pointed to our drawn conjoined hands. His own hand glided over to mine and intertwined them. My eyes widens as I get what he was saying.

He liked me. All those years of me liking Hunter, not once giving Jesse any of my attention, only for him to actually like me. I looked at him once more. I stood up on my toes and kissed him on the cheek.

Kendrick Croppe's POV- District 11 Male

Oh my gosh I am really fucking tired of everyone congratulating me on my god damn score. It's just a ten, no big deal. I looked around, trying to find the best way to avoid these aliens.

I see my stylist Tangerin coming towards me. Out of anyone here she is definitely my favorite. She is friendly and funny, and even though she kinda surprised me because she knew I'm gay, I still like her. She reminds me of Bailey.

She comes over, her white curls staying perfectly in place. She has someone on her arms, another girl. She was masked, so I didn't know her. Tangerin turned to her.

"My dear I think this is who you are looking for." She said to her. The girl looked at me and smiled. Tangerin smiled and backed away, leaving me and the girl alone. The girl took off her mask.

It was Bailey. I immediately gave her a hug. She pulled something out of her pocket and gave it to me.

3x+11=23

"I did it all by myself." Bailey said proudly. I looked up at her. She has severe dyslexia, and it's hard for her to do basic math. I am so proud of her.

I pick her up and twirl her around. She giggles as she goes round and round.

Elena Steele's POV- Arena Artist.

I curtsy to my current dance partner and head off to the side. I head to the snack bar for one of those delicious peaches when Brooklynn runs up to me.

"Jordan Mann is here!" She exclaimed.

"Who the fuck is Jordan Mann?" I asked. Brooklynn pointed to some scene looking guy at the top of the staircase.

"Hala's dance partner. Dude, this is going to be like epic. Hala and Jordan, come together again." Brooklynn said.

"Hala used to dance?" I asked. Brooklynn rolled her eyes.

"Every district has a dance studio, and once you are at the top of the levels, you learn the District's dance. It's always a partner dance, and it's very complex. District 5 is Still Doll by Kanon Wakeshima." Brooklynn explained. I nodded and watched the two meet.

The music started the I started to get the story. It was about a girl, who was a broken doll, but the guy somehow keeps her and seduces her type of thing. Hala has changed into black pointe shoes. The whole dance has a dark and gothic feels to it. I loved it.

When the song was over I ran over to Hala and gave her a hug, whether she wanted it or not.

Empoine Wren's POV- District 7 Female

I just finished watching some gamemaker dance, which in my opinion was pretty pointless. I found out that you can tell who the gamemakers are because seven people don't have masks on. I was just being a loner by the snack bar when I overhear a conversation.

"Come one man, you can do it!"

"Go and find a life Andy."

"Just go and ask her!"

"What if she says no?"

"Shut up with what ifs and go for it."

"I can't, she is Nola and I'm…nobody."

Holy shit! I have to go find Nola and tell her. I have a slim to nothing chance of dying tomorrow so I might as well get two people together before I go.

I found Nola on the other side of the ballroom, looking out at everyone dancing. She seemed lonely, like she always does.

"Oh my god guess what!" I said. Nola looked at me. I'm going to take that as a 'what'.

"That guy over there is going to ask you something!" I tell her. She looks at the person I'm pointing at and raises her eyebrows.

"What is he going to ask me exactly?" She asked.

"Well, I didn't really stay around long enough to tell but probably like on a date or to dance or something!" I said. Nola shook her head.

"I don't want to dance." She said quietly.

"Why not?" I asked.

"Because in my games I fell in love. He was from District 4. He didn't really like me, but I liked him. Then his district partner killed him and my ally. It came down to the two of us. I won. When I looked at him, all of my training that I had disappeared. I choose not to fall in love after my games." Nola explained. I nodded.

"Well I think you should give him a chance, because life ends pretty damn quickly." I pointed to myself. Nola looked at the boy, and the boy just so happened to look at her. I watched as Nola walked towards the dude. The dude's friend came over to where I am.

The dude spoke to her. Nola looked at me and I flashed a thumbs up. She turned backed around and soon enough they kissed.

I smiled. My work here is done.

"Awe yeah!" The dude's friend said. I eyed him up and down. He wanted to fist bump him. I rolled my eyes and fist pumped him.

Nemesis Sieve's POV- District 2 Female

This is fucking stupid. Who the hell thought it would be a good idea to just have a dance the night before the games? I should be planning my own strategy, because I sure as hell ain't staying with the 'careers' for long.

"Nemesis?" I heard my name and turned around. Avrica was standing there, in a white suit. I don't have time for this.

"Go away Avrica." I groaned. Avrica shook his head and smirked.

"Now Nemmy." Avrica said. "You know that I can't let you be a loner boner in the back of a dance."

"For the hundredth time Avrica, don't call me Nemmy. Nemmy died, along with you." I told him.

"Oh contraire, you see I am not dead tonight; therefore I can call you Nemmy." Avrica smiled.

"What do you mean?" I questioned. He walked up to me and looked into my eyes. It was like his eyes were piercing a hole into my head.

"Tonight you can forget Panem, forget the games, and forget everything Nemmy." Avrica murmured into my ear. "Tonight I am not dead."

"You're lying." I said quickly. Avrica smiled.

"Close your eyes." He whispered. I was about to protest but then I just decided to go with it. I closed my eyes.

"Now open them." I opened them. Avrica was standing there, but this time he was actually standing there. Dare I say it, but he is real now. It is like we were seven again.

"You're real." I realized. Avrica nodded. I laughed a little.

"You're real." I said a little louder, smiling. Avrica grinned like an idiot before picking me up by the waist. He twirled me around and I laughed a little more. This is what his arms feel like, I like it. I latched my arms around his neck and pulled him close to me.

"I love you so much." I confessed.

"My Nemmy is back for tonight." He said.

Hala Morrell's POV

I am glad to see that all of the tributes are having a good time. Well, that will only be for tonight. The whole trick was that we would bring in significant other and have them forget about the Hunger Games. They will feel like they aren't as prepared as they once were. It would be better games.

I also see that my fellow coworkers are having fun. Andy is dancing with Elena; wait what! What the fuck? Oh well, I saw Andy eat 3 peaches so I'm not that surprised. Enrico is dancing with the District 7 mentor Nola. Awe, he finally got her, I'm so happy. And of course Dani and Dmitri are having fun.

I see that the whole floor was cleared. I leaned over my pedestal in query, wondering what is going on. Oh, I forget to mention; I have this really cool pedestal that rests above the whole ballroom. It's pretty epic.

Two tributes are left on the floor. The District 10 Male and District 7 Male I think. The huge double doors that are atop of the staircase open and reveal two little girls. One girl has curly blonde hair and blue eyes, and the other has straight brown hair and brown eyes. They both have on beautiful ball gowns and look about the age of 3. They must be the tribute's sisters.

I watched as the tributes and relatives had their little reunion. The floor was all theirs as I could finally see the content in their eyes, even from all the way up here. My work here is done.

Mason Cole's POV- District 12 Male

I looked out at the twinkling Capitol lights. This is something that I would never see in District 12. I am sad; my death is most likely near. I don't see why everybody is so happy. I think it has something to do with those peaches that everyone like. I didn't take one.

A girl walks up next to me. She is the singer that has been performing throughout the entire ball. She must be on a break. I watched as she leaned again the balcony rail and sighed.

"Ugh, singing 20 songs really takes it out on you." She muttered to herself. She then took notice of me.

"How are you doing?" She asked me. How am I doing, is she nuts? I'm going to the fucking Hunger Games tomorrow of course I'm doing horribly.

"I'm nervous for tomorrow." I admitted. The girl nodded in agreement.

"You should be. That arena is fucking wicked." She said.

"You've seen the arena?" I questioned. The girl nodded.

"Yup. I can tell you, if you want." She said. Is this a trick or something?

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Well, I'm going to die today anyways so I might as well cause some trouble." The girl shrugged nonchalantly.

"Sure." I said.

As she began to explained the arena to be I began to realize what deep shit I'm in. I have to fight 23 older kids to go home then on top of that have to make sure I don't lose my mind or possibly my head in the process? The more she explains it the more my chances of survival decrease.

"So yeah, if I were you I would be lucky to just die in the bloodbath. Because trust me, you don't want to be in this place." The girl concluded. I decided to change the subject; you know to get my mind off of it.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked.

"Sure, go nuts." The girl said.

"After the second rebellion, has anyone else tried to take over the Capitol?" I asked.

"Well, there was this one girl, but she wasn't trying to." The girl said.

"What is her story?" I asked. The girl smiled.

"Funny you ask considering what is going to happen tonight…" She trailed off and then snapped.

"Ten years ago there was this girl named Alli from District 3. People say she was the smartest person ever. There was this guy call Einstein a while back, and people say she was smarter than him. It was lethal. Alli got reaped at 13 years old." The girl started.

"She knew she could win. She knew she was smarter than anyone there. She was one step ahead of everybody. But then she fell in love for the first time. It was with the District 7 boy. She didn't want to because she was afraid it was going to be down to just the two of them."

"Well it turns out that that is how it was. The boy had been allied with the Careers and then her. They parted ways and then they were the final two. The boy threw an axe at her, his mind taking over his heart. The girl ran away."

"What happened next is what changed it all. The girl found a hole in the arena. Apparently one of the gamemakers screwed up the arena that year, but she found it and escape. The Capitol hijacked her into thinking she is a Capitolian, and it worked. Everyone thinks the boy is the winner."

"Except me." The girl said. "What no one knew is that hijacking formula had a ten year life span, and the girl actually fell in love all over again with the same boy. It will be ten years, tonight." The girl finished and looked at the dancing people.

I didn't even have time to process what was going on. The woman in the fancy white ballgown ran out of the room, leaving the boy staring at her. The whole ballroom was in chaos.

"Chaos, panic, disorder; my work here is done." The girl said. My attention shifted back to her. I watched in horror as she swiftly jumped over the railing, falling eight stories to her death.

Ta-Da! So if you didn't get what was happened here is a summary of my OC's

Dani is actually a girl from District 3 named Alli

Dani realized everything and went MIA, running away from the Capitol.

Brooklynn committed suicide by jumped off a balcony.

Or did she…

I said nothing! So if you want the next chapter faster review! Also just to show what I'm not all mean I will tell you this:

Taco: Dani left the ballroom and hoped on a train to District 3.