District 1-Train

Rose and Beautiful climbed onto the train, followed by their escort Lyn May, followed by Victors Sam Paramount and Julie Montage. The District gave them an applauding farewell, Beautiful bowing and thanking them everytime they shouted his name.

The doors closed with a Psshhhh, and the train shot forward.

Rose Oliver's POV

"Rose, right?" Julie asked me. She was only 20, but she looked 60. No offense.

"Right," I told her.

"You look like a Victor to me," 26 year old Sam slid into a seat next to me. "Just look at you!"

While Julie looked way older than she was, with straight peroxide blond hair that almost looked white and brown, tired eyes, Sam was the opposite. The 26 year old still looked like a teenager, with jagged black hair and hot pink highlights, protruding blue eyes and tan skin.

"Hey, am I Victor material?" Beautiful asked, shaking his head so his dyed pink hair fell into his eyes. Then, he pushed it out and tried to send a flirtious wink.

Sam and Julie laughed, and it was the first time Beautiful and I locked eye contact.

His green eyes,

pale like the underside of a frog.

His hair,

pink like the lips of a junior at prom.

His pupils,

small from the bright lights inside of the train

"Beautiful?" I asked. "Is there something you want from me?"

"Oh! Uh, no," He told me, looking at Sam. "So, any last minute advice?"

"Last minute?" Sam gave a chuckle. "We have a few hours before we reach the Capitol, then about a week before the Games begin!"

I let out a slight laugh at that, and then Lyn walked in. Her fire red hair fell down her shoulders, her poofy gold dress acting like a cloud of gold.

"Guys! We're about to past District 7! I thought you'd want to see the beautiful forest."

"I have a forest named after me?" Beautiful joked, a twinkle in his eyes.

Beautiful Asolond's POV

Rose seems intrigued in the forest, so I leave her alone as I walk into the sitting car. Julie is in there, looking like she's checking off a list.

"Whatcha doing Julie?" I asked, sitting next to her.

"Checking off the tributes that won't make good allies," she told me. "I won this way."

I looked at the paper, she already crossed off six kids.

Millie Oatbratton

Bucket Leech

Hades Underwood

Rusty Shoman

"What's wrong with her?" I asked, pointing to the Career she crossed off.

"Zara seems off," Julie told me. "Thing's only 16 years old, I don't think she'll be a good ally for either of you."

"You might want to cross-"

"The forest was amazing!" Rose exclaimed, running in the room with Lyn on her tail.

"Nice to see someone enjoyed the scenery," Sam exclaimed, poking her head in. "Anyways, it's time for dinner, then we'll be at the Capitol!"

District 2-Train

Zara stepped onto the train, still puffy eyed. Julian followed close behind, a slight look of uncertainty on his face. The crowd gave a loud cheer, a few whistles.

August gives a wave and a bow, then ducks into the train. Victor David Truuman slips through the door, and the train leaves the station, speeding away.

Zara Unova's POV

"This is it!" August exclaims. "You two are officially on your way to The Capitol!"

"The climax of my life," I mutter.

"Hey, lighten up Zara!" Julian tells me, putting an arm on my shoulder. "I betcha you could throw a punch," He steps back. "Try me."

"Are you sure?" I ask, even though the mischiveous smile on his face tells me.

I take a deep breath, draw my hand to my chest, then throw it into the air. It lands square onto Julian's liver, and he doubles back. He doubles back so far that he smacks into the wall.

"Hey, hey!" David Truuman scolds. "You know the rules! No killing before the Games begin!"

Julian winks at me, then walks down to his room. Not that he'll use it much, Districts 1 through 6 all take only a few hours to get to The Capitol.

"Hey Zara," David tells me. "How do you feel? Ya know, going into the Games so young."

"It's definately interesting," I tell him. "I hate that I was chosen though."

"It's not time to pout now," August tells me. "It's time to celebrate! Enjoy the Capitol and the ride while it lasts!"

Julian Grayson's POV

I sit inside of the empty room, alone with my thoughts. Since the train ride will never go overnight, the sleeping quarters are empty.

I wonder who the other tributes are, then the LGBT march flies into my brain.

It was a few days ago when it was aired. It was mandatory, and I realized how much I hated seeing teenagers die. Wait. I'm going into the Hunger Games. I was going to be those Peacekeepers-the killing machine.

"Julian," August pokes her head in. "It's time for dinner."

"Alright," I told her, standing up and following her to the dining car.

I sit down beside Zara at the ash wood table, silver platters lay in front of me. A few Avox's rush in, pouring lemonade.

"So," David began. "What's your guys' strategy?"

"Get good with the careers," I began. "Become their leader."

"Egotistical," Zara scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I just want to get it good with the Careers so they won't kill me."

"I won't kill you."

Zara Unova's POV

Julian quickly covered his mouth as an Avox brought out some peach cobbler. I saw him blush, but then he started shoveling cobbler in his mouth so I couldn't tell. Wait. Is Julian Grayson, the 17 year old airhead, developing a crush on me?

District 3-Train

Velvet gave a quick wave, the disappeared into the train. Manny stayed a bit longer, soaking in the praise from the citizens. Katrina told him it was time to go, so he waltzed into the train. Katrina dashed in, followed by Victor Lily Starch.

The train sped off.

Manny Ohm's POV

"So, Velvet," I began, "You volunteered, huh? What's the reason?" Then I paused, a smile spreading across my face. "What's his name?"

"What's who's name?" Velvet asked, her hazel eyes full of confusion.

"Ya know, the boy you're trying to impress," I told her, smirking.

"There IS no boy," she hissed.

"Hey you two," Lily told us, locking her icy blue eyes to ours. "You don't know how I won, do you?"

"No, I don't," I told her. She took a deep breath.

"It was the second Hunger Games-"

"Just cut to the chase," Velvet snapped.

"Brute strength," Lily boasted. "A small 14 year old with no chance, coming out in strength!"

She laughed, taking a knife off of her belt and cutting her mocha hair short. She left, laughing maniacaly.

"So, uh, this is my first year," Katrina whispered. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Help us," Velvet told her in a pmeading voice. "You're supposed to help us."

Then, District 3 being closest to The Capitol, the train pulled into the station.