Ole Rodgers POV

They explained to me what was going on. There were a million things I could have asked, but there was only one thing on my mind.

"Where's Hatchet?" I asked. It couldn't be, but I held out some insane hope that I had died first and she had won, even though someone else had to have killed us both.

"Naturally she wasn't select-" the new escort said.

"Why not?!" I interrupted, and he jumped.

"In your case, your kill count was by far enough on its own. Hatchet, well... she was just a little girl. She was boring," he said. I grabbed his collar and hualed him closer.

"Get her back!" I yelled.

"It wasn't my decision! The Gamemakers chose!" the man said, and I let him go. He straightened his collar like that was the most important thing in this situation.

"Look on the bright side. You have a second chance at life," the man said. I glared at him and he fell silent.

But she doesn't, I thought. My niece never should have been there. Indigo was meant to volunteer, but the coward nevr said a word. Hatchet wanted to be a Career ever since the Academy started, but she was only twelve when this happened. The only reason I had such a high kill count was because I killed anyone who was a threat to her. I didn't even want to win. I was going to wait until the final two and kill myself. All it took was a moment of inattention, and everything was lost.

What's the difference between a piano and a fish? She'd asked me, and I never heard the answer. The axe in her chest cut her off and a sword finished me before I saw her killer.

"Who won?" I asked.

"You don't want to know," the man said.

Floki Grimm POV

Valhalla was very nice. I didn't really remember it, but remembered that much. I wasn't sure why they picked me to come back, since I went in to the Games expressly to die. I wondered what would happen if I died twice. Would I go to double Valhalla? There would be no one there but Baldur.

I was one of the lucky ones. All my family was still alive and I wasn't from so long ago that I didn't recognize the world. It was almost like nothing had happened and I was fighting a Games that lasted twice as long as normal. This was like a halftime break.

Whatever the reasons they picked me, they were in for a surprise. I finished my story and got my ending. I didn't need to do that anymore. I didn't see any need to obtain Valhalla again when I already had my ticket. I couldn't help getting pulled back and I was sure my seat was still reserved. This time I could do things differently.

There were so many different ways to live in Panem. There were Careers and Peacekeepers, common District people and escorts. My family had always been warriors, even without any battles to fight. I had a new life and I didn't want to just repeat the old one. I'd fought my battles and I was ready to try peace. This time around, I'd fight to live, but it would be a last battle. If I won, I was going to settle down and get the family I'd always wondered about. I'd attained my dream of Valhalla. My new dream was for a pretty wife, a house by the sea, and a couple of kids. It would be an entirely new sort of adventure.

Whyte Roberts POV

Easy come, easy go. Maybe this time a chair won't kill me. Vera was never going to forget that.

"I know the drill. Can I see Vera?" I asked Gaudius. He looked off and cleared his throat.

"Ahem... Vera will not be participating in these Games," he said. My heart leaped and blood shot through my veins.

"What? What do you mean?" I asked. How could they not pick her? Was she dead forever now? I couldn't imagine it. Not Vera.

"The Gamemakers feel she is a better fit for a future project they have planned," Gaudius said.

"Future project? If she going to be a mutt or something?" I asked. Gaudius looked around at unseen hidden cameras and continued.

"I shouldn't tell you. Rumor has it that there will be another Resurrection Games excluding Careers. The Gamemakers wanted Vera to participate in that one due to her... romantic inclinations," he said.

I got it. Vera was going to be paired with Frankie, not me. I should have been happy she'd found love. I had my own girlfriend, after all, even if she was like ten years older than me now. But there was something insulting about it all. I'd always wondered if Vera didn't fancy me a bit. It was insulting to find out she preferred an emotionless robot over me, even if I didn't ever make a move.

"I guess I'm on my own," I said. It was strange. I'd been with Vera for ages. We were the only ones that could stand each others' eccentricities. Going into the Games without her was like going in with only one eye.

Well happy freaking Valentine's Day to Vera. Love stinks.

Only three males here and only one new guy. I'm sure there will be a lot more females. If a girl wins this time, it's just statistics.

I can all more Tributes all the way to the Bloodbath if someone didn't get in yet for whatever reason.