Okay guys, I am officially updating once a day! Also, Bucket's Backstory gets explained here! Happy Reading!
~Annabeth Pie
District 4-Train
Cascade walked onto the platform, head down. Jordan was still crying, but standing next to Cascade. Daniel stood behind them, ushering them along. Mags followed close behind, pushing some curls out of her eyes.
Cascade and Jordna waved from the window, and the train sped down the track.
Cascade Robins' POV
"It's over," I whispered, looking away from the window. "It's all over."
"What's over?" Jordan asked, looking over his shoulder.
"My life," I told him. "My family, friends," I paused. "My boyfriend..."
"All gone in one swoop," Jordan finished. "You seem very confident that you're gonna lose."
"Like I have any expertice," I mumbled.
"Which is why I'll teach you some."
We both turned to see Mags standing in the doorway, a dark look on her face.
"It's time for the most-"
She started snapping in Jordan's face, and he seemed like he just came back from another world.
"As I was saying," Mags continued. "This is the second most important decision in the games. Do you want me to train you together, or seperately?"
Jordan looks as if he's about to say something, so I spit out-
"Seperate."
Jordan Flanagan's POV
Cascade is an idiot. Doesn't she know three fourths of the Victors so far trained together? I guess not.
When I tried telling her this, she shrugged and answered-
"I've worked in a dock café for years. I don't think I had the time to study Victors."
I tried begging my mother to coach us together, but she told me to respect Cascade's decision.
Well Cascade? If you wan't to ruin my only chance to come home, so be it.
You're my first target.
District 5-Train
The train engine sputtered and shook into action as the less-popular tributes from 5 sneaked into the train. Their Escort, Cloudess Skye walked arm-in-arm with Victor Alexander Wilder while Pirahna Ignui wore a disgusted face.
The Female, Spark Costan, drew the curtains and the train sped away into the afternoon.
Spark Costan's POV
I let out a breath as I finish drawing the curtains. I turn to Rusty, a smile creeping on my lips.
"So, you're power out boy," I quickly cover my mouth. It came out like an insult.
"Yup!" He exclaimed, clearly taking it as a compliment. "What about you?"
"Oh, I guess I'm nice," I began. "Other than that-"
"Stengths?" He asked, cutting me off.
"I guess I'm good with a knife."
"Weaknesses?"
"Well-Hey!" I shouted. "You...you!" I couldn't bring myself to insult him, but that didn't mean I couldn't be mad at him for trying to figure me out.
"Sorry," he told me, shrugging. He left for one of the cars, and I was left alone with Pirahna.
"Tough luck," she told me, pushing a strand of brown hair from her face. "Guess you got partnered with a sly boy this year."
"I guess."
Rusty Shoman's POV
"Hey, Rusty!" Alexander called as I walked into the sitting room. "How you doing so far?"
"Oh, please," I told him, sitting down across from me. "I bet you try to make every tribute feel at home."
"Nah," he told me. "I have my ways, but I see something in you this year."
"You do?"
"I do," he told me. "I know talent when I see it."
Suddenly, the train skirrted to a stop, and the lights flickered.
After a few silent minutes, the train lurched back into action.
The scariest thing was, nobody seemed to notice. A question tickled that back of me brain.
What was that?
District 6-Train
Bucket and Raven scrambled through the thinning crowd, a scowl etched on Raven's face. Randolf followed a few feet away from them, and Victor Thomas Pordige followed close behind.
Raven looked away from the window, Bucket giving a slight, sad wave.
The train then sped away.
Raven Slillo's POV
"That was the worst experience of my life," I muttered, white noise still flickering in my ears.
"Hey!" Bucket exclaimed. "Being in The Hunger Games is a once in a lifetime opprotunity!" He paused. "Well, that's what Bay told me."
"Well, I don't want it to end my lifetime!" I cried out.
"Hey! You two calm yourselves!" Randolf barked.
"What did I do?" Bucket asked.
"I don't know," I mumbled.
"Come on guys," Thomas told us. "If you two have proper training, you stand a pretty good chance!"
"Go ahead and coach us together," Bucket told Thomas. Thomas looked at me.
"Are you fine with this Raven?" He asked me. I shrugged.
"Sure!"
Bucket Leech's POV
We were gather around the table, Raven shoveling endless amounts of mashed potatoes on her plate.
"Rave, are you...alive?" I asked.
"Yes," She responded. "And don't call me 'Rave'."
"Care to tell us about you two?" Randolf asked. "Maybe it will help us train you in better ways."
"I grew up with a dad, one older brother and three younger brothers," Raven told us. "What about you, Bucket?"
I froze.
Should I lie? My past isn't the best in the world. I was abandoned as a baby and a street gang took me in. We made our living stealing from the trains that come in and dodging the Peacekeepers. Each year, right before the Reaping, the Peacekeepers round us up so we are available to be reaped. While the gang treats me like family, it is still every kid for themselves.
Yeah, not the best honest past in the world.
"I, uh," I began, trying to think up a good lie. "My dad's a train conductor, my mom works at home, and I have an older brother names Axel."
I hope the bought it.