I sit not too far off from my partner in the upcoming 100th Games. The District 6 Female. She seems as annoying as it gets and I'm praying that I'll get a chance to ditch her and do my own thing.

Not like I'll be able too though...

I look to my right. The District 5 tributes and District 9 tributes seem to be forming something. Kind of like last year. Though unlike last year, 11 isn't joining them. Though Soya was hesitant in it.

Me and the girl from 6 (Her name is Byke) sit at the fire making station. I'm really only here to watch the careers train. My brother is also in the area, training with a sword. He's actually pretty good with it. The trainer is having a hard time keeping up with Alma so I'm sure he-,

"What do you think 5 and 9 are planning?" Byke suddenly interrupts my thoughts. I roll my eyes. "An alliance. Like last year." I tell her. I reminded of the outer district alliance from last year. I shake my head at the thought though.

As continue though, I notice how my brother isn't at the sword station anymore. I look around, curious as to where he went. Suddenly though, someone puts their hand on my shoulder. "Hey Alt. You okay?" I look up and notice my older brother. Byke also looks up curiously.

"So you're his older brother?" She asks. "Uh... Yeah I guess." He scratches his hair. Byke turns to me and gives me a grin. "What a nickname. Alt." She laughs. I scoff. "I don't get what's so funny about it honestly." I sigh.

"Well... I only came here to see what you were up to but honestly you don't seem like you're up to much." He admits. I look around. "There's so many people in so many small areas. It's kind of hard for me to really want to bother." I admit. Most of the careers take up some of the areas with things like swords and stuff. However, I notice the girl from 10 and Ceres training over at the area with the spears.

I look over to my far left and notice Soya making snares with her partner, the District 3 female. I look over to the area that the careers occupy. The District 1 female is trying out knives. I'd have no problem going over there and trying them out for myself. Matter of fact, I think it'd be pretty fun to stick it up to the careers. However, I thought of a better option.

Instead of making everyone aware of my capabilities right away, I'll hide it until the moment is right. However, I shake my head at the thought and look up to my older brother who's only staring at Ceres and the girl from 10 as they seem to enjoy teaming with each other.

"Hey... Alma?" I whisper to Alma. He gets on his knees next to me. "Yeah?" He asks. I swallow my saliva. "Can I ask you something... in private?" I ask him. He gives a nod as I stand up and begin walking to the other side of the training room.

"What's your problem Alt?" He asks, curiously. I breathe out... finding it hard to bring this topic up again. "Remember back when I was younger... when I would show you the stuff I'd learn at school. How you didn't want Mamma to know..." I begin.

"... I never thought about that." His eyes widen. He turns around. "They... made you practice with knives at school, right?" He asks. I give a nod.

"Hide this from the other tributes. Don't even let that girl know." He tells me. I give a shocked expression. "Huh? I get hiding it from other tributes but-," I begin. He looks around once again before whispering something else.

"If these tributes know you're like that... they'll flatten you as quickly as they can. And besides that, we don't know what that girl is all about. Be careful." He tells me. I swallow my saliva and give him a nod.

As I begin to walk back to the fire building station, I question my brothers idea. How long should I hide my skills? Until I'm ready? Until I can't hide it anymore? If I make it past the first arena?

I groan as these thoughts pester my mind. How long can I get through this. I continue questioning these scenarios until Byke interrupts me with something else. "What was that all about?" She asks.

I sigh. "Some advice for in the arena." I claim. It's only half true but I have to remember, I can't fully trust Byke. She only rolls her eyes as she continues attempting to make a fire. This whole second day has just been tiring for me. Watching the others train... I wonder if I should come back tonight. Last night, I left the knife on the table but it was gone today.

I can assume somebody moved it. I look over towards my brother who is back to practicing with a sword. The careers sometimes look over and glance at him. I wonder if they still want him on their side...

However, I remember that I need that knife at the current moment. As I stand up, I notice Byke is about to ask me another question so I just answer what I'm pretty sure she's about to say.

"Over to the area with the careers." I say. She rolls her eyes. "I was about to ask if you knew how much time we had left." She admits. I scoff before walking over to the knife station.

As I do, I find eyes looking on me. The District 2 Male has a smug grin on his face as I pick up a knife. I find myself desperately trying to leave the station as I take the knife. "So. You lost again?" He jokes. I give an unwelcome glare at the boy. He's obviously twice my size but that doesn't stop me from trying to look intimidating. He gives a kind of chuckle.

"If I was lost, I wouldn't be holding this." I hold up the knife. He comes close to laughing loud enough for the whole place to here us. He looks back down on me. "What are you going to do with that thing? Fight me?" He jokes again. I scoff. "I don't know, fight?" I say, taking it with me.

He doesn't bother questioning why I bring it with me. However, I look around as I sneak it under a table... hoping that I can maybe use it later...

Following the 2nd day of training...

As the elevator begins to soar up to the District 11 floor, I can't help but sense Ceres's face of satisfaction. "Well it seems somebody had a blast." Alma says, looking over to Ceres. She only gives a sigh but she manages to keep the grin on her face. "Yeah. Well it seems I was right. I am making it home." She admits. Soya only rolls her eyes in annoyance as the doors open.

Willow is already on the couch and seems to be overjoyed at our return. However, we all just ignore her and head out to our individual rooms...

Night Falls...

As I begin sneaking out of my room and towards the elevator, I only barely notice Willow out of the corner of my eye. I stop dead in my tracks, not even breathing. I wait for anything... But I hear nothing. She's asleep. Thank goodness.

As I press the buttons on the elevator, I give on more glance backwards. She's still asleep.

I quickly enter the elevator and press the button that will lead me to the training room. As my eyes adjust to the light, I find myself wondering about what will happen when the careers learn of my abilities.

Will they want me dead? Maybe I'd join them? Well. Every single thought just seems like a fantasy to me. I close my eyes. Fantasies... They're something of a persons imagination. Something that can't be real. For an example, me winning the Hunger Games. I shiver when I say that. I even feel myself slipping over the words in my head.

The thought had never been... you know, real to me. Is there any true chance of me coming back home? Or is it all just my imagination? For the first time, I feel tears coming close to slipping out of my eyes. I knew it was possible that I wasn't coming home. I knew all of that but I quieted myself and planned on thinking about this the moment I realize the cards are stacked against me.

But this isn't a game. I know what I'm up against. I know what I've left behind. I'll... I'll never see momma again will I. I shake my head. I need to stop acting emotional at the worst of times.

The elevator finally opens and I take a deep breathe as I step out. The place is quiet. The air is cold, the lights are out. I'm kind of glad to be alone. I feel compelled to just try and cry but... I feel like somebody is watching me. I always feel like that. I guess being from 11 and all I should expect to get shot if I don't do anything correctly. As I take a few quiet steps over to the table I eat at though... I notice a sound.

I stop breathing. I await any sound. Nothing... well at least until I hear the quiet pace of footsteps. Oh god somebody is in here! I quietly tip toe towards to direction of the sound. I walk past the table and duck under the table. My pulse speeds up like a train. As I stay quiet, I think I hear a whisper.

"Okay. Coast is clear. Thought somebody was in here." A voice whispers. Somebody scoffs. "Why would anybody be down here at the current time?" Somebody admits. After a little bit of silence, they begin speaking again. I want to get up and quietly head to the elevator so they don't notice me... but I'm conveyed to stay and listen on to what they have to say.

"Can we carry on with the plan? Two arenas right? We could possibly get split up. If we do, we need to know what to do." Somebody says. Another silence. From what I can tell, these are just a few kids trying to come up with a survival plan in the arena. But to be completely honest... I don't know who exactly was in an alliance other than 5 and 9...

"Come on. Circa, right? Yeah. You should lead in your arena. Now, among the ones who feel they are best to lead. Then you should be in the arena that isn't hers." Somebody else suggests.

"Maybe I could. Of course though, we won't know until we get there." Another girl sighs. Someone sighs at that moment. "Well you all need to hurry this up. If we don't, we won't be coordinated with our plan and the Gamemakers will stomp us into oblivion." Some else sighs.

"And we don't want a repeat of last year do we?" Someone else reminds the group. Everything goes quiet for a few seconds. I stop breathing. For a second, I'm confident that they've possibly discovered that I'm in the room with them. They remain silent as I take a peak. Nobody notices me as they all look down on a certain individual. The kid looks 15, tan skin and brown hair. One of the kids from 9.

"Sorry." Another kid from 9 apologizes. It's around this time that I notice the abnormal amount of tributes here. There are 10 in a circle. I can assume 4 from 5... but who are these other two. I try and remember what some of the other tributes looked like, but no defining traits stick out.

"We only failed last year because the Capitol screwed the reapings. We expected another 96th but they instead gave us a 25th." Someone speaks up. However, a chill goes down my spine. This voice sounds like a sem-older woman. Like my mother. I peak my head over once more. From what I can see, the voice... is a person who looks pretty old. However, my eyes seem to decisive me. If I squint, she looks barely 18.

Is she a victor or something?

"Unlike last year though, we know what we're up against. Last year the kids from 9 and 5 did their best but failed because they were brats who had no idea what they were doing."

"Botan and I were coordinated last year though! How are you going to be like that this year!" Another voice shouts. I peak my head over... and now I know who this kid is...

He won the Hunger Games last year...

I shake my head as I sit back and continue listening. "We don't know what arena these people have created. Whatever it is, we'll need to find a way to blow it up. Sadly, 3 wasn't interested in joining us." They continue their conversation.

The hell? Blowing out the arena? Now I see what's going on... They're planning an escape. As if that's possible though. I want to get up and leave no, but I stick back so nobody can hear my movements.

They continue on for hours. Talking about how coordinated they should be or who should lead. The victor is relatively quiet while the one who sounds old but looks young does most of the talking. The older boy from 5 spends his time criticizing her ideas. They casually bring up how the victor of the 98th games obliterated 18 tributes at once by throwing his shoe at the others before the countdown ended.

They also debate how they should have done the previous and 96th games. I'm sitting here confused. However, they continue talking about how this will affect them after.
"What will happen after we blow out the arena though? W-Will we live? Will we get caught and die?" A younger girl asks. Someone sighs. "Maybe. Just maybe we will give some of the districts the courage to fight." The victor admits.

Once more, the tributes go quiet. As the silence seems to echo across the room... I begin to feel sleepy. I didn't plan on staying in here so long. I'm confident that dawn could come at any second.

However, they continue talking about some plans... Then I get it...

They're staging a rebellious act. I've heard ALL of it. The fact of the matter is... I know their plan. After a few minutes, I quietly move away from my spot and quickly move to the elevator before pressing the button that leads to the rooms.

I don't get any training today... though I know more than I should so I guess this works. The elevator opens, shinning some small light in the room. I hear some shuffling and the sound of somebody bumping into something.

I stop for a few moments before quickly pressing the button to the 11th floor. As the elevator closes, I can make out a small shadow. Though I don't see much because of the light as I'm still getting used to it.

I look up and notice a clock. Only 2. Damn I've been up for a while...

I sigh before the doors open. As they open, I enter the District 11 room and quickly head to my room where I jump into the bed. My body feels exhausted and heavy. However, my mind feels even worse. My head feels even more exhausted. I don't know whether to classify those 8/9 as people to look out for or those I should trust.

My eyelids begin closing before I can finish these thoughts. However, the one thought remains.

The rebellion has truly begun now...

Not a very interesting chapter was it? Well... I still added in the 2nd training day just for Byke and Altars sake. Whatever. Just any other training chapter outside of the fact that we were introduced to the truth behind the 5 and 9 tributes. If you've read the 99th Hunger Games then you'll know that the main characters were involved with something similar.

Whatever. Hope you enjoyed it either way.

Also, I changed the name. Against all Odds is just a placeholder. Also, this fits for the arena.