Mist is bonkers. Just plain bonkers. She's schizophrenic, but I'm no expert so she's more just insane. If you want a slight chance of understanding her ramblings, there's more about her in Your Vote Matters: The 25th Hunger Games

Tally Sandpiper POV

I sat upright and flailed. I didn't expect my arms to move, since I didn't expect them to be attached. I felt alien in my own skin when I saw my body. After what Orren had done, I thought I was in pieces. I looked smooth and new, like nothing had happened.

"Goodness, you're enthusiastic," Gaudius said. I hadn't noticed him until then.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I'd thought I was an angel. There was nothing else that could have put me back together.

"I'm your escort, of course," Gaudius said. "This is the Resurrection Games."

I didn't know how long I stared at Gaudius while he explained what was going on. It didn't make any sense, and I couldn't get my thoughts straight. I heard something about Orren being here too and shuddered. Otherwise, it was all a blur.

"So I do it all again?" I asked. Gaudius sighed.

"Weren't you listening?" he asked. I was listening. I just didn't really hear any of it.

After Gaudius left I stayed in bed to process it all. It seemed that the Capitol wanted us all to try again. They must have picked me because I had so much training. Most people just went into the Games from the streets. It was all new and weird, but I was happy to get another chance. This time maybe I could get home to my fiance. If he still even remembered me. I had enough to think about without worrying about him. I'd cross that when I came to it.

Arielle Ermin POV

I was too soft last time. I should have killed Oaken as soon as I saw him. Killing was so easy for most Careers. It always came hard to me, and I was embarrassed about it. I felt like a wimp, and I was always afraid the others would find out. I couldn't afford that anymore. I'd died once and I didn't want to die again.

I was a new person now. I wasn't as confident. Kazuo killed me and Oaken at the same time. He didn't even end up winning. The standards were much higher than I'd thought and obviously I didn't measure up. I would have to cut out every weakness and play the game perfectly if I was going to win this time. There was no room for mercy. I didn't want to become a monster, but I would do what was necessary to live.

I didn't want to admit it, but I might not be able to do it alone. I needed good, solid allies, and I'd have to stick with them this time. Things had to be different this time. I wanted to live. I wanted to show the Capitol they were wrong and get revenge for what they did to me. Last time I wasn't good enough, but I'd learned. This time I'd be better.

Mist Hastings POV

Troy said he wasn't mad at me. I didn't know how he could not be, but he said so.

Because you were sick, he said. I'm still sick, I thought. Troy was always on my case before. Now he was quieter.

He's wrong. He was right before.

Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.

Why did they let all these people into the room? I couldn't hear myself think.

A man came into the room. There were bees buzzing around his head, but he didn't care.

"Uh, hello, Mist. How are you feeling? Because you look like hell, you hag," he said. I didn't say anything. This was another of their traps. They were always watching us, even in the Games. There were trackers in our arms and chemicals in the water. They took us here to do things to us. Horrid experiments.

They're going to cut you up.

Cut into your brain and see why you were born a monster.

"You're really not mad at me?" I asked Troy.

"Of course not," the bee man said. I wasn't talking to him.

You didn't ask for any of this, Troy said. The others started in, talking over each other until I couldn't tell them apart. I covered my ears and tried to drive them away.

"Seashells, seashells, crabs and gulls. Tide it comes and tide it goes..."

Marley Xander POV

That little snot. He cut off my head. I bet he ate Red too. Red didn't deserve this. Why is it always the innocents that suffer?

I got my revenge when I saw Elver was not asked to participate in the Career Resurrection Games. Turned out Bambi won, which was good for a laugh. I'd have thought it would be Troy.

I loved the idea of these Games. It was going to be way more fun to fight other people like me. More Tributes meant the Games would last longer. I did some snooping and found out Troy, Cierra and Olivine were here too. Troy was all right, even though he was a stick in the mud. I hardly knew Cierra, since she went off on her own for whatever reason. I was glad to see Olivine again. We were friends in the Arena. If we'd lived in the same District we would have really gotten up to mischief. Really it was a good thing we didn't. We'd have burned the place down by now.

I was making my plans for the upcoming Games when I had a glorious thought. This was the Resurrection Games. The Capitol had the power to resurrect people. If I won, they might do it for me. It was the best prize imaginable. If I won, I was going to meet a long-lost friend again. And her name was Red.

Camille Buchanere POV

I didn't expect to see Shelle in Heaven. Last I checked, she was alive.

"You died too? That sucks," I said.

"Good guess, but no. This is a little weird, but a while back, the Capitol started doing 'Resurrection Games'. You and about thirty other Tributes, all Careers, are back to try again," she said.

That's heavy. It should have been a big deal, but I knew how powerful the Capitol was. There was nothing I wouldn't put past them.

"So I get another chance? Great," I said.

"Right, and this time you're going to have to play your cards better. Obviously, you'll be going for the femme fatale angle. You're hardly capable of anything else," Shelle said. She didn't mean to insult me. I was a femme fatale. It came naturally.

"What do I need an angle for? I'm a shoo-in," I said.

"Obviously. That's why you're a Victor," Shelle said. I huffed at her.

"This is what we have to work on. We're a little arrogant," Shelle said. I wanted to snap back at her, but she was right. I could hate it all I wanted, but I'd died once. I didn't want it to happen again. I shut up and listened.

Kaliana "Kali" Reese POV

I was starting to think I'd made a mistake. Actually, I started thinking that when I started dying. Dying really showed me I was right that I was wrong. If it hadn't been me, I would have laughed at a Tribute from Four dying of dehydration.

I must have been dead a long time. I didn't know the mentor from Four. He explained what was going on. It was pretty far out, but it was life and I'd have to get used to it.

I was weird seeing pictures of the other Careers with me. They all looked really focused and intense. The Academy must have really taken off. Back when I volunteered, it was more of an extreme sport. It seemed like a way of life now. I was nervous to meet the newer Careers. If they were as good as they looked, I was in trouble.

Having only Careers was going to change everything. I was glad the children from other Districts were spared. I never liked the thought of killing them. I honestly liked training more than actually fighting. If all the Tributes were trained this year, few of them would die of natural causes. There was going to be a lot of killing. It was weird to think of so many kids killings each other. I just hoped one of them wasn't me.

Shogo's submitter said his arc was completed and there was no point bringing him back, so I didn't. I think she was right, as well.

This all-Careers Games alters things, so not all the Capitol chapters will be in their usual form and order.