Sorry, this chapter isn't the longest. I hope you still enjoy it. Only two more chapters until the bloodbath so if your character is yet to have a POV, they will get one very soon. Thank you for being Patient. with me.

Keith Weedon POV:

"Shows us what you got then, Eleven," the tall male from One called to me, standing at the required safe distance for someone observing a fight. I gave him a cocky grin and turned to the trainer who looked rather confident himself. I stood tall above him and gestured for him to attack. He narrowed his grey eyes and charged at me, screaming as he did so. I waited until he got close enough and lifted my right leg, striking him in the stomach. The impact sent him backwards that sound of his head smashing into the ground making even the careers flinch.

His partner's mouth hung open in shock before she grabbed her baton and charged at me. When she was close enough and grabbed the baton she attempted to strike me with. Her eyes widened with fear as I tore it from her hands and brought my knee up, striking her in the stomach. He coughed and spluttered but I wasn't done just yet. I lifted her over my head and threw her body down onto the floor. I got ready to jump on her chest, elbow first when the head trainer blew her whistle, calling my session with those trainers to a stop.

I gave a small chuckle to myself as I looked up at the Gamemakers who looked impressed. By my performance. I turned to the pair of career males who looked shocked by my performance.

"What did you think-"

"You are fucking in!" The male from two cheered, his eyes wide like a child. His ally scowled at him before glancing over at him.

"I think he should show us more skills, he is an outer after all," The blonde, sharp-jawed male grunted, crossing his arms and turning away from the darker haired male.

"Why? he clearly is skilled-"

"Okay then," the male from One sighed, walking off with his hands in the air in a surrender pose. The Two male turned to me with a large childish grin, his hand shooting out to face mine.

"I am Logan...and you are?"

"Keith, Keith Weedon," I said with pride, taking his hand and shaking it with force.

"Welcome to the team, Keith," he laughed, punching me on the shoulder lightly and turning to walk away. I followed him, like a child following the teacher on his first day of school. I wandered around, trailing behind Logan as he stopped off at different weapon stations and tried out their weapons. When he made a good throw or decapitated a dummy, he would turn to me with a toothy grin. I returned his gesture and congratulated the dark haired male, knowing my place in this alliance. Logan was arrogant and very selfish but I was sure even he would turn away from me when my reasons for being volunteered were made public knowledge. My only chance was to get on his good side. So for now, Keith Weedon, the boy who was feared by his whole District and the future victor was going to be a lap dog. Logan tells me to jump? I ask how high. The careers wanted me to lick the blood of their enemies? Looks like I was getting dirty. At the end of the day, I was here to win and live and I was willing to go to any lengths for it.

Tristan Cathflow POV:

I sat on the netting high above the other tributes, my legs dangling through the holes. I swung them back and forth as I watched two of the careers argue over a sword, it was the pair from Two. I cocked my head to the side as the girl was thrown across the room by the smaller boy. As she smashed into the floor, Peacekeepers pushed the male away and pulled him away from the scene. The girl seemed unharmed as she scrambled to her feet and sped away from the scene and to the dark girl from One. I shrugged out the outcome, slightly disappointed at the lack of injuries to my biggest threats.

"Oi, Curly!" someone shouted from underneath me. I jumped slightly, the rope netting swinging from side to side. When I regained my composure, and my seating had stopped trying to make me sea sick, I looked down, lifting my feet to aid my view. Down below was a murky, blonde haired boy with dark brown eyes looking up at me with a large grin stretched his lips. I pointed to myself and he gave a quick nod and thumbs up.

"If you want to talk, come up!" I shouted back. The colour drained from the boy's face as he looked up further. He quickly peeled his eyes away, looking at the ground.

"I ain't frightened of heights or anything but I don't really trust those ropes, dude," he smiled slightly as I drew my eyes away and looked around. I could agree with him. I had been sat up here all day and I had only just begun to trust the ropes. They were designed to throw unskilled climbers off, I fell to the ground a few times when I first tried. Thankfully, the station was empty all day so it was easy for me to keep trying until I could rest at the top. Another tribute hasn't even attempted to climb so I have had the luxury of time.

"I am guessing you want me to come down, then?" I sighed, biting my lip slightly. A younger boy ran up to the blonde one and looked up at me, narrowing his green eyes.

"Look, dude, if you want an alliance then get down here!" he growled, storming off. He couldn't have been older than twelve, his dark hair cut neatly just above his eyes. His ally looked up at me and laughed before following him. I grumbled to myself as I pulled my feet free and crawled to the exit. At the bottom, a red headed woman looked up at me from where she sat on the floor and stumbled to her feet.

"I thought you had gone," she squeaked, looking up at the Gamemakers, pleading for mercy. I slipped down the last bit of rope and told her not to worry about it, I went unseen and ran to find the mysterious pair of tributes.

DAY FOUR: FINAL DAY OF TRAINING

Selena Cole POV:

I pulled the stick through the dirt at the fire making station, the fire I had created burning away next to me. The smell of burning wood filled the air and relaxed my mussels. It reminded me of home. After a long day of stealing to get by, I would collect any wood I could find from logs to twigs and hurry home. The fire would serve as a way to warm my father and cook our food. Despite being from a coal District, I had never personally held a lump of coal in my hands before. Rather ironic considering my name.

I quietly hummed to myself as the station's attendant walked over and sighed, eyeing up my handy work. It had taken me a few moments to create a fire, it was something most of us poor kids learned from an early age, how to start a fire without the luxury of matches.

"Put your fire out," she grumbled. I didn't even bother to look up at her as I gave a shrug. I know she wasn't the one who placed me here, that was my own District, but she was still going to smile and cheer as one of the more trained tributes tear into me and took victory from my grasp. I would be nothing more to her than the girl she taught to build a fire. Even though I did everything.

The sound of water hitting the ground next to me made me jump, water splashing on my face. The flames from the fire hissed as the thick smoke curled around my head. I looked up at the blue haired women and scowled. She gave me a smug grin before turning around and going to help the girl from Eight.

"You know, you really should do as you're told," Altair whispered, leaning in close, "you will get a better training score-" I threw the stick at him, hitting him between the eyes. "What was that for-"

"Why do you keep following me?" I growled, leaning in close. The blonde backed away slightly, his blue eyes wide with fear.

"You didn't give me an answer about the alliance," he said softly, hanging his head in shame. I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't interested but quickly shut it. He raised his eyebrow at me, clearly waiting for me to reject him.

"Yes, I will ally with you," I mumbled, trying to hid my face from the excited male. He asked me over and over again if I was being honest. Did I really want to ally with him? Did I really want to spend my time in the arena with him? No. But, an ally was an ally and he was a strong plus, Twelve had to stick together. However, if it came down to it, I was going to be the only victor Twelve got this year. He might have the strength but I had street smarts and the mindset of a winner.