Last Moments Before the Games

Ariel Finn, 17

My breath is warm on my skin. Why am I so scared? I probably have sponsors and I am from a freaking line of female victors! But when I think it, it just seems so vain and I just want to collapse and never come out from under the bed sheets. I miss Aalto with all my heart and my skin is just a gray shade from all the stress I have been putting on myself. I got a nine in training and as I grasp onto the seashell that was my mother's and grandmother's I want to cry.

My usual fiery and stubborn personality is almost disappeared as I just want to lay here. Why couldn't someone volunteer for me? I am no winner and I don't feel beautiful and I know if my boyfriend was here even he would not have sympathy for me. "Ariel come on sweetheart we need to get going!" My grandmother's tender voice reaches me and I get up my bare legs on the side of my bed.

Every year there is that one tribute that everyone knows is a threat. If it is a boy he is a giant and bloodthirsty. If it is a girl she is seemingly perfect and sexy. Am I that girl? I got a nine and people tell me I am beautiful but I am having such trouble believing it. I am a coward and a disgrace to District Four. At least Harold is up and moving. I get up running my fingers through my red hair and walk out with my shorts and tank top hugging my body and know that it doesn't matter what I wear because my stylist has to put me in the outfit the gamemakers have for all the tributes.

Maybe that is my weakness. I am stubborn but I don't think that is a weakness, no I am scared. But I am a career that bends the rules then because I am scared. Does it even matter though? In an hour or so I will be on a plane then underground before I rise to the ground to fight and kill. I am the Capitol's mermaid and perfect little girl.

"Ariel you are breaking down you just need to calm down and everything well be fine." I turn seeing Finnick looking at me with sympathy and I nod feeling rather stupid.

"Yeah," I say. I guess I could be worse off just because I know what I am doing when it comes to weapons. What about poor little Harold? Whatever I guess I really don't care what people think anymore so I just eat but everything just seems to want to come back up so I only manage a little food and hope if I make it through the bloodbath I can eat some of the food from the Cornucopia. I see the mentors and then I know it is time to go.

My grandmother pulls me into the tightest hug she has ever given me. She nods just once and kisses my cheek before pushing me away and I follow the stylist who will be coming with me to get me changed once we arrive at the launching pads.

Time for the Games to begin.

District Seven

Isaac Total, 17

I turn in sweat pants and a baggy shirt not wanting to get up but I know that I have to but at least on my way to the launching pad I can wear whatever and I am going to be getting dressed there. So I turn around to see Avlida and embrace her in a hug though I am taller than her she stills seems intimidating, maybe because she won these things once. Either way I know I have to go get to the roof and go with my stylist and I won't see Boxxy again since we go separately and frankly I don't want to see her in the Arena, I don't want to be the one to kill her.

"I guess this is goodbye?" Boxxy says.

I nod, "I guess it is."

"Remember our deal."

Once again I nod my head and then we turn away and I go to see my stylist who links her arm through mine and I can even see that she is nervous. "Come on Isaac," She says. "And remember you can eat, shower, and get dressed there." She says. "I want you to get very clean and filled somewhat since you won't be having those luxuries in the Arena." My stylist says going on with a lecture and I eat it all up hoping something will help me survive. I and Dawn have a bloodbath strategy but it still is so nerve racking.

I could be dead soon.

I start shaking with nerves and the stylist tries to calm me down but I don't and when I get on my ride with my stylist to the Arena a woman grabs my arm. "I need to put your tracking device in so we can track you while you are in the Arena." She says and I nod and don't even flinch as she inserts the thing into my arm.

I get fully onto the helicopter and sit next to my stylist. This is it; the Hunger Games are almost here.

District Three

Micro, 17

I walk into the door and see her standing brushing her hair. "Tell me now." I demand and she jumps shocked at me standing in her door frame before we have to get going so we can get to our launching pads. At first she puts on her usual innocent face before I scoff. "No use hiding your true self Katie."

She rolls her eyes her face forming into an annoyed look. "I swear I will kill you." She tells me and I roll my eyes. I would kill myself before I let her end my life. She is very interesting I admit but I would hate to give her the pleasure of killing me. "What do you want anyway? Want to stand up to me once more before I can actually kill you?" She asks.

I admit I am here because she can't kill me yet but just for safety and not because I want to feel strong or whatever. "Tell me now." I repeat.

"What?" She asks confused.

"Tell me what has made you so wicked." I say to her crossing my arms and I know soon Ty or Beetee will be here to get us moving.

She laughs, "Just in case someone kills you before I do I guess I will tell you while no cameras are around." She says and my heart skips a beat knowing I finally get to know why this girl is like this. She is only twelve after all.

"Go on…" I mutter silently but she walks to the opposite side of her room her back facing me.

"You know how I said my family died in a fire?" She says turning around raising her eyebrow and I gasp clenching my fist. She wouldn't. Is she truly that messed up?

"You started that fire didn't you?" I ask.

She laughs coming closer and she seems the opposite of a little girl right now. "Duh, they deserved it anyway and it was so easy. Just knocking over one lamp!"

Before I am able to say anything more I hear Ty's voice. "Come one guys we need to get going!" He calls across the floor.

Walking out of her room Katie gets very close to me. "Tell I soul and I will make your death twice more painful."

District Nine

Adriella, 14

I can barely breath as I have my arm tugged on by my stylist her voice going on and on about what I need to do though it isn't like she is my mentor or anything and I know that right now I will be heading up to the roof to get going to the launching pad but I feel a small hand on my arm.

I flip around my hair swirling through the air nervous as I see Pieter behind me. "Adriella you might not remember this but a few years back I had a bully and you were the only one who stood up to him for me!" He says it so quickly I barely understand it.

"Okay," I say not knowing where he is going with this.

He sighs, "I just wanted to say thank you."

Then he turns around walking with his stylist to head to the roof and my heart beats faster and I remember how he will probably be dead soon. Only one can win and feeling like you owe something to somebody could just be the thing that gets you killed.

So he did the only thing that would stop him from thinking he owes me, a thank you.

I follow my stylist waving goodbye to my mentors my mind flashing and spinning around different thoughts that are pretty hysterical as I am taken onto the helicopter and a tracker is injected into my skin. I flinch a little but the woman tries to explain what it is but everything is dimmed by my mind and panic.

Then we come to a stop after a twenty minute ride and though I frankly don't like my stylist and I rather my friends or family be here for this I grab her hand shaking as she pats my shoulder and I am sent through a black elevator so I can see a thing and then I am in the launching pad.

In what seems like a few seconds has been half an hour. "You need to shower." My stylist tells me and I nod going to a shower they have for me that has never even be used. I think one thing that bothered me about the train's shower and the one in the Capitol is knowing someone already used it probably and most of them that did are dead. But the hot water pours down and I make sure to get really clean before leaving to eat.

"You need to eat." My stylist says again and I nod not taking too much so I don't get sick and just throw it back up since that is kind of Pieter's thing and just try to get hydrated because retrieving water is a common problem in the Games.

"Now you need to get dressed." My stylist says calmly and I nod and get up to get into the outfit twenty three other people will be wearing.

District Five

Ada Linus, 18

I sit at the table only urging myself to drink a lot but if I eat too much food it will come back up so I just let my hair dry which it does quickly because it is so short and sigh in stress and panic and then my stylist comes from the other room.

"This is the outfit." He says. Though his Chariot Outfit was awful he still is quite a nice man and he managed to calm me on the way here but I still feel myself shaking once and a while but never for long. But now that he holds the black bag holding my outfit I start shaking because the realization all of this is really happening washing over me again and I just want to run into a safe corner and hide. I need to survive though so I need to just get over it and do this.

My stylist, Flint, unzips the bag and puts the outfit on the table and I push the plate to the side and examine it. There was a dark gray v-neck shirt and on the right chest part there was a five in black that wasn't even that noticeable but still it is a reminder that I am from five. And then there was long simple pants that seem flexible enough with boots a black color I know are good for running.

And then there is a jacket. It is covered in some kind of material and I need to touch it at first to make sure but I am right. "Rain proof." I whisper to Flint. They were rain proof but also could pass of as leather boots because they weren't that shiny material most rain boots are.

He nods, "The boots are too." He says and I feel the boots and nod my head before stripping down and change into the outfit. It fits perfectly and then we just wait. That is all you can do anyway. I run over plans in my head and just close my eyes and push my glasses back up my nose. I am just praying to god this Arena is a normal one and not one of those crazy ones that kill everyone off.

But I can only hope and wish for the best.

District Ten

Coraline Emberly

I am shaking. I am a nervous wreck and I think I might faint. All of this is crazy especially the engagement thing. "How much longer?" I ask my stylist.

He shrugs, "Not too much longer. Let me get your hair pulled back though so it isn't in your face." He says with an uneasy look and I guess that means he is nervous too. But then again I am the one going into the Arena not him. But he seems to be a great guy even if he has shaggy blue hair, but he doesn't even wear that much makeup so I guess it evens it out.

I nod and turn facing away from him as he picks up my hair and I have always loved when people braid my hair because it feels so nice and he gets a brush and begins to run it through my hair and it just reminds me of how my mother was brushing my hair like this the day of the reaping. A small salty tear runs out of my eye.

My sylist gives a pitiful sigh and wipes the tear away before continuing to brush my hair and then he pulls it into a high ponytail and I look at myself in the mirror. Gray v-neck, jacket, boots, and long pants. I like the outfit but soon it will be dirty and maybe with holes sooner or later.

I just hope it isn't soon drenched in blood.

"Feel your boots." My mentor says. I blink looking to him before bending down and feeling the shoes. They look like black leather but it has a sort of rubber like feel. "Water proof." My stylist says.

I turn around my ponytail moving with my head and hitting the opposite side of my head as I turn to him looking into his blue eyes. "Really?" I ask him in deep thought.

"The jacket too, expect water or rain." He says and I nod.

Then I hear the voice, mechanical, put its message was clear. Get into the tube. I panic shaking more and my stylist embraces me and a tight hug and I guess this means he really is cheering on District Ten. I pull away and he wipes away a tear. He is nice but kind of the drama and emotional type.

"Remember you are supposed to be engaged to that boy." He says and I nod before turning to slowly walk into the tube.

Then he nods just once as the door shuts and I have never felt so anxious and scared in my life. And the light shines on my face as I slowly move up to the ground and soon my eyes adjust to the light and I get a look at this year's Arena.

No not the longest chapter but it was just really to tie up some lose threads for the Arena. Oh my goodness I can't believe it is really time for the Arena! I am going to admit when I say I never thought I would get so into this and be so far after not even a month and I wasn't even sure if I would get all the tributes. So overall I thought it would fail. Anyway next chapter will be like a collection of drabbles basically. One chapter one part. Around a hundred words at least for every single tribute on how they see the Arena and a quick summary of what they think. I know you think it will be long but really it probably won't be over 3,000 just something quick you know?

Now I was reading some reviews and I just thought I wanted to answer some things.

Chiri-tan I don't mind one bit if you decide to do a little fanfictionception and do that it is fine with me but anyway if any of you creators for some strange reason refuse to let your character be a part of that then say it. But yeah I give you permission for it.

Oh and Kami's song… yeah feel kind of bad still because the creator just said that her angel was musical and cheery so I guess if the creator is even reading this then they wouldn't be too happy but near the end of the interviews I was getting bored and decided to throw some exciting things out. Like the engagement scandal and the Hanging Tree Song.