Training chapter! I have had this idea since I started this story and I am excited to finally be here. I promised it would be something different and I hope it is something new or you at least have not seen it a lot. I personally think it is more interesting than the average training chapter.

Thank you for 100 reviews, it makes me really happy to see your thoughts on the chapters. I love reading them.

Also, shameless plug, I am still looking for tributes for my new SYOT. I currently only have nine so let your creative juices flow and be sure to send me one in!

Oh, yep. POV's in here, aside from two, were chosen at random by my flatmates. I asked for a number between 1 and 12 and either male or female. I took what they gave me so sorry if your tribute did not get a POV this time, I can assure you they will at least have one before training is over.

Anyway, back to the real reason you are here, training chapter, enjoy.

Grover Lindell, District 7 Male In The 25th Hunger Games

Grover dug his nails into the side of Hovercraft as it shook to a stop, the sound of the dying engines allowing his heart rate to slow. He looked over to his mentor, Gerhard who looked rather amused by the whole ordeal. Grover just scowled, finding his mentor stifled laughter grating on his patience. It was fine for Gerhard, he had ridden in the craft before. To Grover, the new flying technology was terrifying.

The dark haired boy quickly undid his seat belts when the in-flight lighting turned off, hunching over as he tried his best not to dry heave. "Will I get to see Laurel before training?" Grover asked, his blue eyes tightly closed as he panted the words.

Gerhard shrugged. "Possibly but not alone, all the camera's in Panem will be waiting for you," he said, a childish grin on his face. Grover grunted as he tried to stand up but his shaky knees caused him to topple back into his chair. "If you wanted extra training, you should not have requested her, you know the female mentors can only mentor girls." Grover didn't answer, for once, his body too focused on itself rather than starting an argument with the bearded man.

The door that was at the base of the hovercraft opened with a slow, mechanical creek. The light that spilled in from the outside world causing Grover to shield his already sealed eyes. Gerhard, on the other hand, rose to his feet, a big cheesy grin as he held out his hand to the old man that walked up the ramp. His heeled shoes clanking against the metal.

"Ah, Mr. Liboria and Mr. Lindell, I am Mr. Drinkle...how was your journey?" The old, blue-haired man asked, one of the Peacekeepers from behind passing him a small clipboard.

"Nice to meet you, Sir," Gerhard said politely, taking the man's free hand and shaking it tightly. "My journey went very smoothly, thank you but I can not say the same for my tribute-" Gerhard was interrupted by Grover throwing up, his stomach contents splattering onto the paneled floor.

"I see, we have this problem with a lot of tributes...I promise we shall have it sorted by the time The Games come around," Drinkle sighed, scribbling down the details. "For now, this shall help with the boy's travel sickness." The shortest Peacekeeper stepped forward upon Drinkle's command, offering Grover a small blue pill. Grover gratefully took it, slightly agitated he had shown weakness.

"Thank you but is there also anyway the boy's food could be replenished?" Gerhard asked, rather boldly. "He starts at a major disadvantage otherwise."

Drinkle sighed, turning to a Peacekeeper who gave a nod and hurried off. "I think we might have something for the child."

Ares Walker, District 8 Male of the 35th Hunger Games

Ares smiled silently to himself as he looked at the world around him. He stood on the edge of a small wooded area, in a grain field to be exact. He could hear the sound of a stream being faintly carried on the small breeze. The only other sound that came naturally to the environment was the sound of a falcon flying overhead looking for its prey.

All around him, Warriors had personal interviews with the cameras that swarmed the place, a lot of them tugging at the ugly, skin-tight body suit they all wore. Ares was just thankful they were allowed to take the helmets off. He could see out of it like a pair of tinted glasses but to anyone else, he resembled that a gimp. Not a look Ares was happy about.

If anything at least, Ares was happy he could have his final training sessions in a place as beautiful as the woods before him. It was dark as he could already feel the cooler air hitting his face but the sound of the birds during the morning chorus made up for every wrong. He was so excited in fact that he could not help but rock back on forth on his feet like a little kid.

His attention was drawn to the right, along with everyone else when something burst through the thick undergrowth and towards the tree line. Vulcan looked like he was about to burst when the doe stopped and looked at him. The doe was smaller than normal, her nose twitching as she smelt the new scents the Warriors had arrived with. She stayed still for a few more seconds until one of the cameramen moved, fighting the deer back into the depths of the woods. Once she was gone, Warriors, news crew and mentors alike talked happily about the creature that lived in the woods.

"It's just a deer," Grover grumbled from next to Ares, a half-eaten apple in his hands.

"Did you throw up? I got one of the those too," Ares said with excitement, his eyes sparkling. Grover just glared as he took an angry bite out of the apple.

"Why don't you just shut up, eh?" Grover spat at his friend through a mouthful of food.

"Ah, don't be like that, its new technology, it will be fixed," Ares laughed cheerfully but Grover just grunted in response.

Ryken Veux, Master of Ceremonies

"You look amazing!" a yellow-haired woman cheered as she ran after Ryken holding a steaming cup of tea. Ryken just smirked, mentally stroking his ego.

"I always do, one of the many joys of being me," he sighed, straightening out his tie. The woman blushed offering the handsome man the tea she had brought him. Ryken took it with a bright smile. "Are you my new assistant?" Ryken asked. The girl gave a quick nod, her face blushing until she looked like a red balloon. Ryken opened his mouth to speak when a voice called from behind them both.

"No she isn't," a monotone voice said to the young man. He swiveled on his heel until his brown eyes were staring into those of a blonde haired woman. "I think you will find she is some nutty fangirl...here is my ID as proof." The girl handed over a small white card with her photo on it, the name Veista Meroia and her job rolled filled in as the Personal assistant of Ryken Veux.

"Security!" Ryken shouted, rolling his eyes as he did so. As the well-built men rushed in, dragging the young, yellow-haired girl away, she screamed her love for Ryken, begging him to sleep with her. Ryken brushed it off and turned back to Veista, pulling a disgusted face as he held his drink out towards her. "I don't think I really want to drink that anymore."

"I would not advise it," Veista sighed, taking the drink and passing it to a nearby Avox.

"You know, no matter how many times I let the press know I am asexual I swear the more girls want to change me...you can't change someone's sexuality. You get me?" Ryken asked as they walked towards his place, four cameras placed around the spot.

Veista shook her head. "Not really, I have never met anyone that didn't accept me...but I agree, I can't imagine how you would feel." Ryken gave a small sigh as he hung his head low.

"Are you straight then?" He asked the woman, his eyebrows raised. Veista gave a nod a look of suspicion as to where the man was going with his statement. "Ah, then I have to warn you, just because you work with me does not mean we will be getting married or anything, not even a peck on the cheek. You are my servant, you do as I say," Ryken said with arrogance, running his hand through his dark hair.

Veista frowned. "You don't have to worry about that sir-"

"Why?" Ryken asked, clearly expecting a different answer from the girl.

"Well, you are just not my type-"

"You can't mean that!" Ryken scoffed.

"Hm, it's true, you're just not my type of guy." Ryken looked deflated which was surprising coming from a guy as arrogant as he. It was clearly a lie, anyone who said Ryken Veux was not their type was lying. He was so handsome that Capitol beauticians would not touch him in fear of ruining his look. Due to this, he looked more like he came from the District's rather than The Capitol. With his short brown hair, chocolate brown, almond-shaped eyes, tanned skin and chiseled jaw. However, the man looked hurt, like he had never been told he was not someone's type before.

Veista cocked her head to the side, a playful pout playing on her lips. "I thought you didn't want me to find you attractive?" She asked.

Ryken rolled his shoulders back, letting out a sigh. "I guess so-"

"Great now, get in position and smile." She pushed him towards the mark on the floor, allowing him time to straighten himself out before they turned on the cameras. Lucky for Ryken, years of working in the News industry had earned him a fast reaction time and the ability to act on cue.

The second he saw the little red light that signaled that he was live, a charming smile flashed onto his face, exposing his bright white teeth. "Good Morning Panem, welcome to all that got up early to see the first and last...Warrior training session." Ryken paused after speaking, most likely to allow the cheering that would be happening back home. "Now, I am about to explain the rules and what will be happening over the next few days to you, and the warriors for the first time."

Ryken turned around to face the group of children, their helmets now on but a small number painted on their chest in either gold or silver to show who was who. "In a few minutes, you will all be set off into the woods. Around the woods are twenty-four backpacks, each with your number, a silver number for girls and gold for boys. Inside will be one bread loaf, a bottle of water and your preferred weapon. The weapon you receive with your pack you will use on your fellow Warriors, killing each other until only one of you remains." The Warriors fell silent, the mentors looked in shock. The man himself would have been confused if he did not know the script.

"However, none of you will die today. The suits you wear are not just a terrible fashion choice, they are the latest in Capitol defense. These suits will be able to take any blow, slash or stab without harming the person inside by absorbing kinetic energy. That is all I can tell you, for now, I am afraid as it is top secret. This does mean that no poisons shall be used, only weapons. Your suits also have little sensors, paralyzing the body part once those sensors are damaged. So a knife to the arm will not kill you, just render your arm useless. Your training scores will be based on your performance over the next few hours, maybe even days so perform to the best of your ability. In a moment, your mentor's will place you around the entrance to the woods and after a countdown of sixty seconds, you will be allowed to run. However, no killing may take place for a further sixty seconds. Any attacker will be instantly eliminated if this rule is violated."

Anyone who was not a Warrior or Mentor cheered at this, the two groups instead decided to sit in silence, looking at the by the technology The Capitol could create in such short noticed yet terrified at the twisted Game. If they could do that, why did anyone still have to die?

Annabella Giada, District Three Female In The 35th Hunger Games

Annabella stood at the edge of the forest, her body ready to run but her heart ready to just fall to the floor in a fit of tears. She was terrified yet on the surface she looked calm and ready. Every negative thought floating around in her head. What if she forgot everything she had learned over ten years and was the first to fall down? The thought was scary and not something she wanted to face. She just wanted to go back to her bed and cry herself to sleep. Maybe have another ten years of training before they forced her into two Games in one week.

"Remember, Warriors, you will have sixty seconds to run and find your backpacks, not eliminating your opponents until after this countdown. Also, you can only ally with your Warrior Partner. Once again, anyone that breaks the rules will be eliminated!" the head trainer Amaryllis Snow shouted as she paced in front of the tributes. Her eyes scanning the crop she had trained for five years under a strict program.

Annabella looked over to Nero who gave her a sympathetic smile, Marzio who was stood next to him giving her a small thumbs up. The girl's social anxiety did not help with being alone. She liked Marzio, he was her friend but she would feel a whole lot more comfortable with Nero by her side.

The thought of being without Nero while hunted and attacked frightened her. When all she really wanted was to be in the boy's arms. Even the smooth voice of her celebrity crush, Ryken did not calm her nerves and it only got worse when the gong sounded.

Like a large wave, the twenty-four warriors burst into the woods, Annabella losing site of Nero and Marzio as they vanished into the thick undergrowth. In fact, the only person who had followed Annabella was Shelly who, despite following her was only doing a small jog.

In an attempt to lose her, Annabella did a quick turn into the thick undergrowth, following the small dirt path that snaked around the woods. She had only been sprinting for a few seconds when she quickly noticed a bag out of the corner of her eye.

In a split movement, the girl flung her arm out to the side, gripping the strap of the pack. However, the branches that had snagged on it pulled the girl backward.

The breath was knocked out of her as her back came into contact with the compact earth. Leaving her panting as she sat up, un-snagged the burlap pack and bringing it close to her. However, her peaceful recovery was short lived when Shelly came crashing through the bushes, standing over Annabella, not even out of breath.

"Pretty Arena, isn't it," she sighed, looking up at the sun that spilled in through the canopy. "I personally hope I see a baby deer, it's the right time of year and they are cute-"

"We can't ally," Annabella said slowly rising to her feet, her blue eyes drifting over to the number on the pack. It was Three but it was gold, meaning it was for Marzio. Thankfully both of their preferred weapons were a poisoned dagger so she could only hope that's what the pack held.

Shelly laughed, not in a menacing manner but in that of a happy young girl. "I don't want to ally, I am just waiting for the sixty seconds to be up." Annabella started to step back but with every step, Shelly matched but much faster. Annabella moved five more steps before crashing through the thick bushes to her right, hoping Shelly would not follow her.

"Twenty-nine, twenty-eight..." Ryken's voice echoed through the woods as Annabella's looked back over her shoulder at Shelly was only a few feet behind her. Annabella was not a good runner, in fact, it was her weakness so being up against one of the best Warrior's when it came to cross country was not the smartest idea. The sprinting was slowly starting to get to her, her lungs burning as her suit registered the thorns and nettles she ran through, making her leg tingle. The same must have been happening to Shelly but the girl did not seem fazed.

"Fifteen, fourteen." As the countdown lowered, Annabella fumbled with the backpack, trying to unzip it without slowing down her speed, even though she knew Shelly would not attack her until Ryken reached one. She did not want to be the first out, neither did she was to embarrass herself in front of Ryken, Nero, and Panem.

"Five, four, three." The second Ryken reached five, Shelly sped up to an inhuman speed, at least to Annabella as she charged at the girl. Just as the blue-haired tribute's hand touched the handle of the blade, Shelly crashed into her, knocking her to the floor just as the gong sounded.

The blade was lost in the bushes as Shelly picked up a nearby rock. She kicked a struggling Annabella back to the ground and before the girl could strike her in the stomach, slamming the rock into her head. As the rock came into contact with the surprisingly hard suit, it shimmered. However, Annabella refused to go down without a fight.

The girl kicked at Shelly, striking her in the knee, once again making the suit shimmer with a white light as the girl crumpled to the floor. Annabella turned to run again but Shelly leaped at her, dragging her by her shoulders towards the rock. Annabella let out a terrified scream as Shelly turned her over, leaning over her body. With a primeval scream, Shelly slammed the rock into Annabella's head, just as blue-haired girl's leg made contact with her knee once more. They both repeated the actions four more times, their suits shimmering until Annabella's suit flashed red.

Shelly stumbled backward, her leg, although not numb, tingling like really bad pins and needles. Annabella, meanwhile, lay on the ground crying as her cannon sounded.

24th Place, Annabella Giada (D3F). 23 more to go.

Quick Note: Poison dagger just means it is coated with something that shuts down the suit. It's not harmful to the tributes.

Warrior Pairs:

Weapons

Berik Mathews And Nero Anghel

Stealth

Evelyn Spires and Janae Rayon

Hand to Hand combat

Venus Atwood and Pallas Narciso

Plants

Sunbeam Feyre and Nathalie Sibylla

Animals

Clarissa Silvia and Loretta Moriko

Hunting

Maurice Powers and Ares Walker

Tracking

Veyron Maverick and Vulcan Omiros

Climbing

Grover Lindell and Tore Dante

Electrical Engineering

Annabella Giada and Marzio Ottone

Strategy

Balina Abbott and Shelly Bereg

Orienteering

Belinda Herd and Romilda Vasilios

General Survival

Coutille Harrow and Damon Romulus