Disclaimer: I don't own the Hunger Games because if I did Jay would exist!

We spend every second of the day training; I like it because it gives me an excuse to avoid talking to people. When you pretend to be hacking apart a dummy no one seems to want to stop and chat which is fine by me. The best time is the hour reserved for specialty weapons, Beetee gave me mine just after I went to visit Johanna. It was a long, wooden staff with ends that opened to reveal hidden blades, he said he was going to make me a knife but when Plutarch showed him the training video of me before the games he knew that this was the perfect weapon for me. I loved the way it spun round in my hand and the fact that it looked perfectly harmless meaning no one would ever suspect it.

The peacekeeper dummies are lined up in a row everyday for training, on this first day Finnick laughed at my staff saying that a plank of wood could never kill anything, I ran straight past him and skewered the dummy straight through the middle piercing it's armour.
'Remember big brother, with enough force anything can become a weapon.' I said as the red paint dripped from the dummy and onto the floor. Everyone else seemed to train a lot harder after that, soon there was nothing but red paint every where and the more we trained it became easier to hit the weakest points and bring forth the flows of fake blood.

I try not to talk to the others in the group, mainly from fear that I'm going to get hurt again. Back in 4 I never talked to anyone and my life was perfect and here it seems the more I connect with people the more I seem to end up paying for it so I keep my distance. I still make a point to learn their names just in case, there's Jackson, Boggs' second-in-command, she has a good eye when it comes to hitting targets, then there's the sisters named Leeg, they look so similar that I gave up trying to tell them apart long ago, then like me Mitchell and Homes, never say much but they have amazing aim. I respect them for everything they can do but there's no point in getting close if they could die in battle in a few days, this is another reason why I distance myself since I've seen more than my fair share of casualties.

Plutarch struts into the room and I glare at him but he's learnt that he should never look at me so he avoids my gaze and stays focused on Katniss. 'Squad Four-Five-One, you have been selected for a special mission, we have numerous sharpshooters, but rather a dearth of camera crews. Therefore, we've handpicked the eight of you to be what we call our "Star Squad." You will be the on-screen faces of the invasion.' FUCK NO, I start to run forward but Finnick grabs my arm and holds me back, he shoots me a look but I just glare back and am about to charge when Gale speaks up.
'What you're saying is, we won't be in actual combat,'
'You will be in combat, but perhaps not always on the front line. If one can even isolate a front line in this type of war,' says Plutarch.
'None of us wants that. We're going to fight.' Finnick snaps next to me his fingers still wrapped tightly around my arm. Everyone in the room seems to agree with him.
'You're going to be as useful to the war effort as possible, and it's been decided that you are of most value on television. Just look at the effect Katniss had running around in that Mockingjay suit. Turned the whole rebellion around. Do you notice how she's the only one not complaining? It's because she understands the power of that screen.'
'But it's not all pretend, is it? That'd be a waste of talent.' Katniss speaks up and for once she makes a good point.
'Don't worry, you'll have plenty of real targets to hit. But don't get blown up. I've got enough on my plate without having to replace you. Now get to the Capitol and put on a good show.'

That's it for me I wrench my arm from Finnick's grasp and charge headfirst shoving my skull into his stomach sending him flying backwards, as he tries to stand I kick him straight across the face and he falls again. I'm about to go again when Finnick and Gale grab my arms and pull me away from him.
'ARE YOU KIDDING ME, ALL I WENT THROUGH AND YOU WANT ME TO BE YOUR FUCKING POSTER CHILD! I HAVE KILLED MORE PEOPLE THAN YOUR ENTIRE ARMY COMBINED AND YOU JUST WANT ME TO SIT ON THE SIDELINES AND SMILE AND LOOK PRETTY FOR YOUR CAMERAS! THAT IS NEVER GOING TO HAPPEN, I'M GOING TO KILL THOSE CAPITOL BASTARDS AND I'M GOING TO START WITH YO…!' Gale clamps his hand down over my mouth as I struggle against him and Finnick, I bite hard down and he yelps letting me go as I draw blood. Finnick grabs my other arm and attempts to hold me back himself. I hear his voice in my ear trying to calm me down.
'They'll never let you go anywhere if they think you'll turn on your own side.' I stop struggling and turn to face him,
'But I don't know who that is any more Finnick.'

I am literally so sorry for making you wait so long for the next chapter, believe me I know what that's like but life's been hectic and I know that's no excuse and I'm sorry but here's another chapter for your enjoyment. Please review and favourite it means a lot. And since I'm a bit stuck for inspiration I'm going to ask you guys what you'd like to happen in the end and why, maybe it'll help the next chapter come out faster.