Before you freak about there only being two POV's, look at their length. I may or may not be able to finish the 4000 odd words I have left to do for the chariots by tomorrow night and I didn't want to leave you that long with nothing. Plus, it makes it easier to digest this way. So enjoy Enoki and Heavenly and let me know what you think. I will try and get the other four to you as soon as I can.

Enoki Smith POV:

I slipped my hand under my grain shirt and clawed at my skin until I was starting to draw blood. They could have at least put some fabric between the grain and my skin but nope, there cared more about fashion that how comfortable I was. Kirelle wasn't doing much better, she was in a long dress made out of grain. However, she had an underskirt which was more than I had. Only my boxers were protecting my jewels. I guess they expected me to be a man and put up with it. Sadly, in reality, I was a twelve-year-old boy who stole money from people with the use of blackmail. I was far from a man.

Truth is, I talked big and played hard but I just wanted to be back home. I knew I was disliked but not to the point my District would throw me into a death game and my District partner would refuse an alliance. I guess I was always a family first kind of guy, I didn't give a shit about anyone but my older sister Mua. She was eighteen so at least she wasn't here but it didn't mean I wanted to be here either. I could have been sat around a small fire, draped in a blanket drinking some leek soup while Mua counted the money I had earned. She worked in the fields from dawn until dusk. I hadn't worked in the fields a single day in my life. She didn't even need to work there, I earned enough but she wanted to play her part in keeping us alive. She promised my mother when she died that she would never let anything bad happen to me.

I felt sick at that memory. She always stood up for me even taking a few whippings, she did everything to make sure I had a good life and was safe yet here I was. She was most likely back home, blaming herself for not keeping tabs on my work, thinking of ways she could have changed my fate. The truth was, it was my fault I was here, not hers but that wouldn't stop her from beating herself up about it. It was one of the reasons she could never do what I did. She cared too much about people and was far too kind. The President could die and it would somehow be her fault. I knew if I had to get home for anyone, it was for her.

I was wondering through the chariots, taking in all the tributes, the two from twelve caught my eye. They were miners but they looked badass, far from the terrible costumes they had last year. I felt awkward looking a the two of them, naked to the world. I kept my gaze on them as I passed their chariot until I hit something that pushed me backward.

"I am sorry-"

"What the fuck are you wearing?" the girl from One snapped crossing her arms and scowling, her blue eyes burning holes in my suit. I smiled slightly, giving a shrug as I eyed up my own costume.

"I don't have a clue, I am not sure why they even gave it to me-"

"It's because you are going to die," she said bluntly, giving a shrug. "They spend the money on good stylists for us tributes that have a chance, you will be dead in seconds," she didn't say this in a mean tone, she was just stating what she thought about the manner. It still angered me. I narrowed my eyes as she spun around in the loose, white fabric dress. It did have to admit, it looked pretty.

"Anyone has a chance," I seethed, gritting my teeth slightly. "The situation just needs to be correct-"

"Please don't take this the wrong way, kid but I am a trained killer, all of my alliance is...you are just a...farmer?" I gave a nod, not having the energy to argue and she smiled, proud of her great detective like skills. "You don't stand a chance," she sighed, turning to walk back to her District chariot when I said the only thing I was thinking.

"You can't kill as well if there is no alliance," I growled. The girl stopped and turned to me, raising her eyebrow.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked, walking back over to me. I wanted to smile but I had to keep up the act.

"I heard your District partner talking about killing off the alliance and that dude from Two wants you dead-"

"Who told you this!" she snapped, grabbing my shoulders.

" I overheard it...please don't hurt me," I said, tears spilling from my large, blue eyes. I watched as her face drained of colour. She mumbled something about them being no different than the rest of her District. I started to shake as she became stressed. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I sobbed, earning a few sympathetic looks from the tributes around me. She opened her mouth to ask more questions when my mentor, Roberto, walked past and slung me over his shoulder, carrying me back to my chariot. He placed me down when I was there and I flashed him a little smile.

"Stop it," he sighed, rubbing his sweating temple as he looked over to the District One girl who stood next to her District partner, clearly panicking.

"Why? It worked, I planted the seed of distrust," I said with a shrug. After all, the smallest amount of distrust could tear apart a nation, let alone an alliance of killers.

Heavenly Rose POV:

Gerhard hadn't left my side since I got on the train. He told me not to trust Noah and to stay by his side in case the boy tried anything. I was thankful for his protection and the fact he cared about my past but he was starting to become smothering. He forced Noah to walk around like a headless chicken while he guarded me in the chariot. I was almost certain a rapist would try anything with this many people. They might try something during the chariot ride but by that point, my mentor wasn't there, making his plan to keep me safe rather useless.

Someone called Gerhard and he looked over, stroking his facial hair. It was the male mentor from Five, his white beard looking out of place next to his shaved hair. Gerhard grunted and turned back to me, blocking out the man's calls.

"You can go speak to him if you like," I smiled at him, exposing my teeth. He scowled at me and looked back to the bouncy man who was now pulling a face at him.

"I won't let you end up like my sister-"

"I won't, I can look after myself for a while and I can shout for you if anything happens," This seemed to sway him as he rocked back and forth on his feet before nodding his head and walking away.

"Promise you will shout me if he comes back?" he said over his shoulder. I gave him a large smile and a thumbs up in which he returned before continuing to walk towards the excited victor. I let out a sigh of relief as I leaned back in my chariot and tugged at the plaid, red shirt and booty shorts which I detested. I was never a fan of my body after what the mayor's son did to me. I started to hate it and feel ashamed and now, showing it off to the whole of Panem, I was starting to feel more nervous than I was about the Games.

I tried to remain positive about the next few weeks. Maybe I would pull out a victory. Maybe I could go home and live the rest of my life in peace. Or maybe, I could end up like my elder brother Autumn. He had no interest in the Games, not caring to watch it or take part in it. My father left him no other choice. He became violent towards him and when that didn't work, he started threatening me. That's what made my brother volunteer when I was twelve.

I still remember him being asked during his interview why he volunteered. Was it because someone was ill back home or did he need the money? I could never forget the sadness when he told them it was for glory. It wasn't. Autumn would never have searched for glory in such a foolish way. He was just too embarrassed to say it was because my father wanted to make a name for himself. He wanted to say he produced District Seven's second victor because he was too lazy to make a name for himself and was sick of being seen as nothing but the son of the great Woody Rose. The sad reality of the situation was that my father would never be great because he was nothing more than cruel and twisted. If I ever got out of here and had children, I would never exploit them for my own needs. If you want to be remembered, you have to get off your ass and do it yourself.

"What on earth is this?" I was shaken back to reality by a strong looking male dressed in glorified workers clothes. He looked at the small paper swans that covered my chariot as I shrugged my shoulders. I had seen some girls around the District make them but I was never sure what they were. That boy gave a shrug as he pulled one apart and tried to put it back together.

"Why did you have shackles on during your reaping?" I asked him, recognizing him as the male from Eleven. Also, the basket of fruit on his back was a big giveaway.

"I did some bad things," he mumbled, not really caring to look up from the creased paper that seemed to puzzle him. "How old were you when you were raped?" he said without a care like he was asking the time of day.

"How did you-"

"The look in your eye. I inherited the same look when my mother raped me. I also inherited my hate for women too. I like to pretend everyone I hurt is my mother...aside from the ones I rape, my mother had been used by so many men she wouldn't feel anything," he chuckled at this and it made my hairs stand on end. I wanted to call for Gerhard but I didn't want to give him more of a reason to watch my every move. I knew the male wouldn't try anything. Not now, anyway.

"Please don't hurt me," I whispered, getting a puzzled and almost disgusted look from him.

"I don't hurt every you know. You ain't my type anyway...you wouldn't put up a fight. Oh no, the career girls are more my thing," he said, pointing to their chariots. I wasn't sure to if I should be relieved by this remark or disgusted. On the bright side, I was sure the career girls could fend him off. They might be killers but no one deserved to be raped. Gerhard walked up next to me and stopped in his tracks like he sensed danger. The Eleven male looked up and smiled but Gerhard just glared.

"Well, looks like I should me on my way," he said, placing the sheet of paper he failed to refold back on my chariot and started to walk away. "Oh, don't be frightened of your partner either. He hasn't hurt a fly. It's all in the eyes," he laughed, pointing to his eyes before boarding his chariot, his District partner shuffling away from him. Gerhard crossed his arms and stood guard, muttering something about the boy being a liar.