Alright… remember when I said several chapters back how this is a T rated story though there will be a lot of M rated elements in it… this is one of those chapters… like really M rated because we're dealing with our insane tributes right now.

There is one part that is especially M RATED in my opinion and it's the very last part… and to let you guys know now, it will involve Jonathan doing some really messed up shit… if you want to skip it than just PM me and I'll tell you what happened, though if you read the first few paragraphs alone you should be able to understand what's about to happen.

With all that said, enjoy.

Chapter 22 Forms of Insanity

Raven could hear her from the living room, crying now for a near twenty minutes.

He couldn't take it anymore. He had to do something.

Raven got up from the coach, leaving behind the news that was showing a segment titled 'The Hunger Games so Far'. It was hard to watch for Raven. Most of the tributes would be dead soon enough.

Of course there was nothing about the rebel video.

Knocking on Anastasia's door, Raven let himself into the room. Anastasia recoiled when she saw Raven, her face red and tears flowing down it. Anastasia hadn't taken her makeup off yet, so her entire face was stained with mascara and other products.

"Raven!" She said, voice cracking and nose stuffy. Raven looked her over with a cool gaze, causing Anastasia to squirm under his gaze. "What do you want?" she demanded.

Raven, with a pitying look, went into Anastasia's bathroom and appeared a few seconds later with a wetted towel and a few other products. He sat down on the bed with Anastasia and looked her over. "Let's get that makeup off of you." Raven said.

Raven picked up a few of the items and dabbed them on the wet towel. He motioned to Anastasia that he was going to start dabbing the towel on her face, and she nodded her head in consent. Slowly and gently he moved the towel over her face, cleaning it up. After a few moments of silence, Raven opened up to her. "My mother used to make me put on makeup for some of our magic shows." Raven explained. "I always hated it."

Anastasia nodded her head, still not saying anything. Raven finished cleaning up half of her face and walked back to her bathroom to wet the towel again. Upon returning, Anastasia said to him softly. "I'm sorry that they made fun of you. On stage during the interviews I mean."

"Oh," Raven murmured, "It's fine, I've dealt with worse."

"But it was on national television." Anastasia insisted. "Everybody saw it."

"It's really ok."

"I know I would be really embarrassed."

"Anastasia." Raven said firmly, controlling his emotions. "I'm ok."

Finally getting the hint, Anastasia diverted her eyes from Raven and allowed him to continue to get rid of the make up. Raven finished and got up to leave, throwing the towels away in the laundry basket.

"Are you scared?" Anastasia asked suddenly. "For tomorrow?"

Raven looked at Anastasia and considered lying, but decided it was stupid to do at that point. "Yes." He responded.

"I am too." Anastasia replied, voice starting to break again. "I'm afraid of the Bloodbath. And the tributes. And the Games."

"I'm afraid of all that too." Raven said. "But we have to be strong, Anastasia. It's the only way we have a chance of winning."

"You can just call me Ana." Anastasia said. "All my friends do it."

Raven raised an eyebrow with a smile. "We're friends now?"

"Well maybe." Anastasia said, "Usually to be friends with me and my other friends we have to make a friendship bracelet for you from string, but I can let it slide this time."

"Sounds good to me, Ana." Raven said with a smile.

Anastasia thought about extending Raven an invitation to join her alliance, but didn't think Raven would want too. Raven in fact didn't want to, he was planning on going solo. He worked better anyways by himself.

"Raven," Anastasia asked before he left. "I know you don't believe in any of that stuff… but… I was wonder if maybe…" Anastasia stopped for a moment, composing herself and trying to find the right words. "I know people in District 9 who do this because of your mom. They say it makes them feel better. Can you… can you show me how to pray?"

Raven eyed Anastasia with annoyance. "What do you want to pray for?"

"I-I don't know." Anastasia said shyly, "Just… I just want to."

"Would you pray that you wouldn't die tomorrow?" Raven asked.

"Probably." Anastasia said, eyes teary again.

"Would you pray that all the other tributes died before you?" Raven asked, voice rising.

"NO! I mean, I wouldn't want-"

"Maybe you should just pray that the Games don't even happen tomorrow!" Raven said in a playful tone. "Maybe after seventy-five years of tributes praying for those things, maybe it will actually happen! Maybe you're special enough that some higher being would actually help you."

"Stop it! Stop making fun of me!" Anastasia shouted.

"I'm not mocking you, I'm mocking your idea of praying. Praying. You think that's going to do anything?" Raven spat, "You think that praying is going to solve all your problems? That somehow, things will work out? Well it won't, Anastasia. Praying never works for anybody, it's just something people do because they're too pathetic to see the real situation in front of them and deal with it themselves!"

"I just wanted to do it to feel better!" Anastasia cried out.

"Don't we all want to feel better?" Raven asked. He looked hard at Anastasia, who shrunk under his gaze and began crying again. Raven left the room, his pity for Anastasia gone once more.

"WILLA! You're back!"

Willabeana jumped as she stepped off the elevator into the District 10 apartment, almost fainting when she felt Kaden wrap his arms around her and spin her around with him.

"Kad-" Willabeana began, but then stopped herself. "Oliver, can you please put me down?"

"Oh sure! Sorry!" Kaden/Oliver said, dropping Willabeana on the ground harshly. Willabeana got up as Kaden continued to talk. "I missed you, where did you go again? I've just been stuck here watching the recaps from tonight so it's been really, really boring!"

"I just went up to the roof." Willabeana explained, eying her partner cautiously.

"Oh that's fine! You didn't miss much anyways, they showed you on TV and you looked really pretty and then they showed me on the TV and I was really weird."

"You, weird?" Willabeana asked, "No way."

"Yes way!" Kaden responded excited, "I got a little mad while watching it, but it's nothing major!"

Willabeana looked around the room and noticed that Kaden was wrong. It seemed like it was major, judging by the broken plates from the table and the food scattered across the rooms. Most disturbing though were the cowering Avoxs who looked at Kaden in fear.

"I got really upset when Axel started talking I think, but again I don't really remember. How could he do that, Willa?" Kaden moaned, "Does he want me and all my friends to die?"

"Right," Willabeana began. "Well I wanted to talk to you about Axel actually."

"About how much of meanie he is?" Kaden asked, sitting down on the couch with his arms crossed.

Willabeana sighed, mentally preparing herself for talking to a five year old. She had to be careful how she presented facts so she didn't send Kaden into a Tobias fit. "Something along those lines. He really was mean wasn't he?"

"He sure was!"

"I mean, who does that right? Endanger all of your friends like that?"

"I'm so afraid!" Kaden said, leaning in closer to Willabeana with fearful eyes. "All of those bigger kids are going to attack us right?"

Willabeana paused, once again trying to think of the correct words to phrase her request. Kaden was currently Oliver, a little kid. A little kid who was afraid of dying even though he was larger than all the other tributes. Little kids could be scared easily.

"They probably will." Willabeana said, "But I don't want that to happen, Oliver. I don't want to see you and your friends get hurt!"

"We're just little kids!" Kaden protested, "Why would they hurt us? Why are they so mean?"

Kaden began crying after that, creeping Willabeana out. She kept a straight face though and cautiously patted Kaden on the shoulder. "I don't know Oliver, but I do know that I want to help protect you guys."

Kaden stopped crying, "You do?"

"I do." Willabeana said with her most earnest smile. "I want to help you and your friends make it past the Bloodbath!"

"YAAA!" Kaden shouted, jumping up from the couch and enveloping Willabeana in a hug for the second time that night. "I'm so happy! We'll be buddies forever!"

Willabeana was actually shaking again, thinking that Kaden was going to go berserk and attack her. 'Well, that was easier than I expected.'

Willabeana was thrown back down on the ground a second time, though instead of seeing Kaden's smiling Oliver face, she was met by a look of suspicion. "Are you really going to help us?"

Willabeana looked at him perplexed, "Of course I am!" she insisted.

"Older people always lie!" Kaden insisted, "They always lie and turn out to be a mean person!"

"Well I'm not like the rest of them!" Willabeana insisted.

"My mommy was a mean person!" Kaden murmured, looking at his shoes. "She told me that she was protecting me and being nice to me and that I was a good boy, but I wasn't a good boy because she did things or maybe I was a good boy and she was rewarding me! It felt so good but so weird and I don't know what to think."

Kaden continued to ramble on, leaving Willabeana even more confused than she was to start. He continued to mutter and walked away back to his room, talking about his mother and how she had been nice yet mean to him.

Willabeana just hoped that she was still in his alliance.

"Her name's Amara."

Cyra, hazy eyed and feeling jubilant, looked at her District partner with a smile. Nicolae would have been scared by it had it not been for morphling flowing through his, and her, veins.

"Amara." Cyra repeated, "That's an interesting name."

"Just like Cyra." Nicolae said. He laughed lightly and Cyra chuckled too. "Pass me the needle."

Cyra leaned over and handed her needle to Nicolae. Nicolae took it and removed some morphling, the last of the bottle. He had snuck some in earlier from the training center and had been enjoying it over the course of the past few days. Cyra somehow had found out and was also partaking in it.

Tying the rope around his arm, Nicolae waited for one of his veins to pop up before he popped the needle in it and injected the morphling into his system. A wave of pleasure flew through Nicolae and he let out a sigh of relief. Cyra eyed him curiously.

"I wouldn't have picked you for the addict." She said.

"Not many people would." Nicolae said, "The addiction started a few years ago while I was in training. It was to help with a training injury, but this stuff Cyra, this stuff is too good to just give up."

Cyra started to laugh, "You've got a pretty low tolerance for this don't ya?"

"NO! I do a few shots a day of this stuff! I can handle my shit."

"If you say so." Cyra said. She knew an addict when she saw one and Nicolae was an addict. She might have been fearful of what would happen to Nicolae in the arena when he started going through withdrawal, but the morphling was blocking out any negative feelings.

"So what's your deal, Cyra? What's your deal, what's your deal?" Nicolae asked.

"My deal?" Cyra asked.

"Yeah, why'd you volunteer?"

"I wanted to." Cyra responded immediately.

"Liar!" Nicolae spat, remembering Axel during his interview.

"Why did you volunteer?" Cyra countered. "You have a lovely girlfriend back at home who you just left behind to go possibly die."

"She's only with me because of my future as the Victor." Nicolae murmured.

"From what you've told me, if you believe that then you're an idiot."

Nicolae laughed to himself, "You're right, Amara's pretty awesome. But I made a commitment before I met her, you know? I have to fight, I have too! It's my duty to win the Games! And I'll do it, for District 2!"

Cyra snorted, her mood dampening. "Do you really think it's your duty to win? Do you think there's any honor in fighting?"

"Aww." Nicolae said disappointed, "You're not one of those people who think the Games are wrong do you?"

"Of course not." Cyra said, "But I do find something wrong with people who think the Games are all there is to life."

"What?" Nicolae asked, confused. "You're not making any sense… um… why did you volunteer again?"

"To get away." Cyra replied simply.

"How vague." Nicolae murmured.

Cyra got up and walked to the door, "Get some sleep, Nicolae. We're going to need it for tomorrow."

"Hey!" Nicolae called after her. "I'm going to get the first kill of the Games tomorrow!"

"I bet you will." Cyra replied, stepping outside of the room and closing the door behind her. Nicolae remained where he was, laughing to himself as he felt the effects of the morphling really start to kick in.

"I'm going to win! I'm going to win!" He said to himself. "Victor Nicolae, heh heh…. Victor Nicolae… Victor Nicolae…."

Nicolae continued to murmur to himself as he felt his eyes close and his mind drift off to a happy place.

'Isabella…. Is-aaaa-belllla!' Jonathan thought to himself through inebriated thoughts. 'Such a berttty name!'

Jonathan began laughing to himself and took another drink from the now nearly empty wine bottle. Jonathan had come back to his room earlier to find two bottles of wine laying on his bed with a note that said they were from his adoring fans and future sponsors. Jonathan didn't question the gifts; of course people would be sending him stuff. He was Jonathan Kale after all.

Jonathan was originally going to not drink any of it since the Games were the next day, but thought that it be shame to let it all go to waste. Capitol wine was supposed to be very good anyways, and one drink wouldn't harm him too much.

So he grabbed a glass from the dining room and went back to his room to pour himself a drink. After downing a whole glass, Jonathan had to have more. The wine was excellent quality, far better than anything he had ever tasted before. He finished the next glass just as quick, the next one a little slower, and the next about the same pace. Soon he had abandoned the glass altogether and was drinking straight from the bottle. Now he was sprawled across his bed, nursing the last of his wine and contemplating his crush on Isabella.

Crush was actually a large euphemism for violent passion. Jonathan wanted Isabella so bad it hurt, and his drunken state only increased said desire. He had already pleasured himself once while thinking about her, yet he wasn't satisfied, he need something more to help him.

An idea popped into Jonathan's head, an idea he had a last night but had forgotten about now. Laughing, Jonathan began to shake his idea to the thought. "No, no, no… I can't do that!"

'Who cares if you can or cannot?' a convincing voice said in his head, 'You are Jonathan Kale, son of the mayor. Isn't it your right to do what you want!"

Just then another voice appeared in his head, this one was the voice of her father. 'You are a Kale son, you take what you want in this world.'

'I take what I want.' Jonathan thought to himself.

'I know what I want.'

Jonathan threw his empty wine bottle away and picked up the other one along with a corkscrew. Stumbling, Jonathan opened his door and threw himself across the hall to the opposite wall and moved down it slowly to the door a little down the hallway. Jonathan threw up a hand and began pounding on the door loudly, giggling to himself.

"Az…Azzuraaaa!" he shouted, continuing his knocking as his heart raced with excitement and anticipation. "Azzura open up!"

Azzura had been sitting on her bed when Jonathan began knocking. She had been thinking about the rebellious video and its implications and had come to the conclusion that it really wouldn't matter once she was in the arena. All she had to focus on was winning, and she couldn't do that when her partner was hollering outside her door.

Getting up from her bed, Azzura moved to the door and opened it to see her partner leaning against the wall with a smile. "Hiiiii!" he said, before giggling.

Azzura could smell the alcohol radiating off of him and looked at him in disgust. "Are you… are you drinking?" Azzura shouted stunned, noticing the unopened wine bottle in his hand. "Are you insane? We have the Games tomorrow!"

"Your soooo kind!" Jonathan said, moving closer to Azzura, who backed away from Jonathan and began to shut the door on him. Jonathan threw a hand up and stopped the door from closing.

"I think you should go to bed, Jonathan." Azzura said strongly.

"I'll get vere at some time!" Jonathan replied, stumbling into Azzura's room. He looked around for a moment, trying to stand steady. "Your voom is better than mine!"

"I think you should get out Jonathan, I really just want to get some sleep before the Games and so should you." Azzura said.

"I just wannaaa have a drink with my buddyyyy!" Jonathan protested, holding up the wine bottle with a smile. "Your sistur drinks weth me! She drinks a lot!"

"Well that's her business then." Azzura replied, "As for me, I'm going to have to pass. No matter how tempting the offer."

Jonathan pointed an accusing finger at Azzura, shaking his head. "Y-you see? That attitude is the reason… you die a v-virgin… is because you're an… you're an uptight bitch! Though… this would have been… been better if you didn't volunteer…. Hahahahaha!"

Jonathan began to crack up laughing as Azzura blushed profusely. "You should leave Jonathan, I don't want to drink with you."

"Uptight bitch!" Jonathan cackled, falling onto the dresser opposite of Azzura's bed.

"Jonathan-"

"You said that al-already!"

Azzura looked at him perplexed, "What?"

"Get out Jonathan, I want to be alone and sleep and have fappy dreams!" Jonathan said in a high-pitched voice while gesturing like a dramatic female. He began giggling more, "Fappy dreams! Hahahaha."

"Get out now!" Azzura said with anger.

"Get out now!" Jonathan replied in his girly voice.

"Jonathan I mean it!" Azzura shouted, moving forward to grab his arm, "I want you out now!"

As Azzura grabbed his arm, Jonathan's goofy persona disappeared and was replaced by one that was dead serious. Grabbing Azzura by the wrist, Jonathan dragged her closer to him and threw her against the dresser while his other hand went to cover her mouth. The bottle of wine and corkscrew dropped from his grasped and landed softly onto the extremely plush and cushioned white carpet.

Azzura struggled underneath Jonathan's grasp, eyes angry and legs kicking. Jonathan smiled, licking his lips with lust. "Such a fighter," He said clearer than he been speaking a few seconds ago. "Your sistur, she was a fighta too!"

Azzura felt pain flow through her as Jonathan pressed his entire body into her, holding her steadily in place against the dresser. "I-I have to tell you something about your sister… I fucked her."

Azzura's one eye went wide with rage and she attempted to scratch Jonathan with her free hand, but Jonathan slammed his body into Azzura's and stopped her. He looked at her with a smile.

"I did, and I did her well! I c-could give you details on how hot she was underneff those clothes! The things we did together, the things she did to me and… and for me!"

Azzura had no desire to hear about her sister's sexual relations and continued to struggle. The pressure Jonathan was putting on Azzura was beginning to pain her, though she didn't give up her struggle.

"Your sistur… you sistur was a maid and a whore." Jonathan continued, "Probubbly a better whore than maid!" he began laughing at that and smiled deviously at Azzura, "I wonder if it runs in the family?"

Azzura felt herself being lifted up and thrown forward onto her bed. Azzura screamed out for an Avox but was cut off by Jonathan slamming on top of her and threw his hand to her mouth as he pinned her down.

"Why don't we see?" Jonathan breathed into her ear. Azzura squirmed underneath him and Jonathan squeezed her throat to choke her. Azzura's eye went wide with fear as Jonathan's lips touched hers and his tongue entered her mouth. Azzura bit down on Jonathan's tongue, causing him to recoil and slap Azzura across the face. "Don't do that bitch!"

Azzura tasted blood on her lips, her body shaking from fear. 'This can't be happening! This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!'

Jonathan continued kissing Azzura harshly, now moving along her neckline. Jonathan had pinned her left hand behind her back and her other hand underneath his. Azzura could smell his toxic breath, his sweaty body, every bit of Jonathan seemed to be blending with Azzura, destroying whatever personal space she felt she had. She tried to scream but Jonathan's hand on her throat prevented her. Instead she sounded like a beached fish, struggling for breath to survive.

Jonathan's hand squeezed Azzura's breast and she moaned in reaction, though Jonathan took the sound happily. "I knew you'd like it… I knew you were a whore."

Azzura was ready to give up, just let what was about to happen happen. 'No… no he can't do this! He can't do this to us! You're Azzura Blue! FIGHT!'

Jonathan was getting too excited; he removed his hand from Azzura's and began tearing away at her shirt, exposing her silk bra to his hungry eyes. As another hand reached further down to her pants, Azzura screamed and reached backwards towards her nightstand, ripping the lamp from the desk and slamming it across Jonathan's face.

Jonathan fell to the side, moaning in pain as Azzura roll to the other side of the bed and started towards the door. "HELP!" she screamed, "SOMEBODY HELP ME!"

Azzura was stopped when Jonathan's hand wrapped around her ankle, preventing her from moving. Azzura kicked frantically at Jonathan, first at his arm and then at his face. Jonathan yelled like a barbarian and lunged at Azzura. He landed on stop of her, causing them both to fall off the bed. Azzura continued to scream for help as she dug herself out from underneath Jonathan. 'Why is nobody coming?' Azzura thought to herself, 'DOES ANYBODY CARE?'

Azzura was free from Jonathan now and was crawling towards the door until Jonathan recovered enough to get up and throw her to the side of the room. Azzura rolled across the carpet, slamming into the dresser where they started.

"Stop it, stop it now Isabella!" Jonathan screamed.

'Isabella?' Azzura thought to herself confused.

"Please just stop struggling!" Jonathan said in a pleading tone, moving slowly over to Azzura, "Please just stop!"

Azzura screamed in fear as Jonathan lumbered towards her, looking like a demon from a nightmare. His eyes were wide with a mix of anger and desire while blood ran down his face from where Azzura had slammed the lamp into his head. Azzura could feel herself tiring; nobody was coming to help her. Nobody was going to save her. Looking around desperately, Azzura noticed the corkscrew that Jonathan had brought in lying on the ground nearby and reached for it. Jonathan saw her making the move and lunged at her.

Azzura was quicker and had already picked up the corkscrew, slashing out blindly at Jonathan. The first swipe missed him by Azzura didn't give up, jumping up and burying the corkscrew into Jonathan's left arm that he had raised it to protect himself.

Jonathan was now screaming in pain as Azzura struggled to dig the corkscrew out of Jonathan's flesh. The alcohol in Jonathan's system was numbing him to some of the pain, though not all of it. The pain only further enraged him and he grabbed Azzura by the throat with his right hand. "I'm going to kill you!" he screamed. "But first you're going to suffer!"

"Fuck you!" Azzura screamed back, pulling the corkscrew from Jonathan's arm. Blood flew from the open wound and splattered on the ground, staining the white carpet with red spots.

Jonathan, now with both his hands, grabbed Azzura by the throat to hold her in place as he slammed a fist into her stomach. Azzura bent over, gasping for breath as Jonathan slammed her head into the nearby dresser. Azzura continued to try and struggle, but she was to tired and weak. Jonathan pulled her away from the dresser and threw her once more onto the bed, successfully pulling off her pants this time and jumping on top of her.

Azzura screamed one last time, praying for a miracle to save her. Suddenly the door burst open and a team of Peacekeeper ran into the room, followed by Avoxs and their District escort.

"What is going on in here?" The Peacekeepers demanded, separating the two tributes apart. Jonathan screamed out in protest as Azzura continued to shake in shock.

Struggling to get away from the Peacekeepers, Jonathan screamed out. "We were just having fun! She wanted it!"

Azzura's eyes lit up with rage and she jumped from the bed and charged at Jonathan, though was stopped by Peacekeepers. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" Azzura screamed as Peacekeepers dragged her to the opposite side of the room as the other Peacekeepers removed Jonathan from the room. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

Azzura proceeded to breakdown, tears flowing down her face freely. Her entire body was shaking as she fell onto her bed, curling up into a ball in shock. The Peacekeepers looked at her and then back at each other, unsure of how to deal with the traumatized tribute.

In the other hallway, Jonathan looked at the Peacekeepers in surprise. "What did I do wrong?" he asked them.

None of the Peacekeepers bothered to answer.

Never say I don't warn you guys.

Up next, last looks at the Capitol and then the BLOODBATH!