If I have them done, I will be posting two chapters at the same time, so make sure to check before you leave! ~Annabeth Pie

District 7-Train

The tributes walked through the station, Woodley giving a few waves here and there. Aurora followed behind him, a sorrowful look on her face. Agnes skipped behind them, laughing in that silly Capitol accent. Victors Elise and Elena Watson followed behind her, chatting.

Woodley and Aurora waved from the window, and the train dashed out of the station.

Woodley Forrester's POV

"Yeah! We're going to the games!" I exclaimed. "I mean, I don't like the idea of dying, but it's better than seeing mentally ill kids die on TV, am I right?"

"Calm down Woodley," Aurora told me, placing her hand on me shoulder.

"You can call me Wood," I responded. "Unless you want to keep with Woodley, in which case I won't stop you!"

"Wood..." she began.

"Oh, sorry," I scratched the back of my head. "If you couldn't tell, I talk a lot"

"We can see that," Agnes calmly added, accenting the end of each word.

"So, uh," Elise began. "We alway let you guys choose who mentors who because reasons."

"We're both girls," her twin sister Elena began. "So we let you choose who mentors who!"

"Can I take Elise?" Aurora asked me.

"Sure!" I exclaimed. "I wanted Elena anyways."

"You two do know the considerations that come with choosing a mentor, right?" Agnes asked. "It's a very difficult decision."

"We're sure."

Aurora Mae Flemmen's POV

"We're sure," we assured Agnes.

Elise looked down at her watch.

"The Avoxes are most likely setting the table. We should head to the dining room," Elise acknowladged.

We followed behind the twins into the dining room, and slid into our seats. A few Avoxes brought out platters of fruit, cheese, crackers, salads, and three different types of soup. Two more brought out rolls from all around Panem. White delicacies from 1, grainy glutens from 9, whole wheat bread from 12.

An Avox with silvery blond locks poured some lemonade, and they left us to serve ourselves.

I took a few white rolls, a cup of a watery soup with a pink tint, and some cheese.

"That's ghost pepper stew!" Agnes exclaimed dreamily, spooning some of the pink soup into a cup. "I'm guessing you like spicy things, Aurora?"

"I do," I told Agnes. "But I didn't know there were ghost peppers in here."

"Hey, I'll take it!" Wood exclaimed, dipping a spoon into the soup.

He shoved it in his mouth, then started screaming.

Elise and I doubled over in laughter as Wood ran around the room.

District 8-Train

Bera sprinted onto the train, ignoring the sorrowful looks from the crowd. A few claps emerged as Hades walked by, but he slipped into the train without a word. Nadine wore a smile, as she was followed by Trainer Ezikiel. Distrct 8 had no Victots, so they had to bring in a trainer.

The train sped down the tracks without a word from the tributes.

Bera Mether's POV

"Now you've gone and done it!" I scolded Hades. "Now I have no chance at coming home!"

"How?" Hades asked.

"You volunteered!" Tears were begining to sting my eyes. "Everyone will be putting sponsor money on you!"

"Why?"

"YOU VOLUNTEERED!" I repeated at the top of my lungs.

"You two calm down," Ezikiel barked.

I hate trainers. Mentors have been through the arena, the games. They're usually nice, chill, or too drunk to pay attention. Sometimes they could be hyped up on morphling too. Trainers come straight from the Training Center, only knowing what they're taught.

Ezikiel had a sour look on his face, as if he had just bit into an overripe grape. His teeth were crooked, his greasy blond hair pulled into a ponytail. Zits layered his face, and his hands were a sickly pale. I don't know how this guy could teach us anything.

Nadine looked disgusted at the horrendus figure as well, and tried to simulate barfing.

"Any...anyways," Nadine dropped her accent since she was now trying to keep from vomiting. "Why don't we go talk strategy, no?"

So, we all followed Nadine into the sitting room.

Hades Underwood's POV

I sat on the velvet sofa, Bera and I squised together so we wouldn't have to sit too close to Ezikiel. I just want to grab a throwing knife, and practice on his face.

Ezikiel, in a gruff voice, tried explaining what to do at the cornucopia. I only paid attention in case Ezikiel decided to give us a pop quiz.

Bera took out some embroidery, completely blocking us out. I looked out the window, where I saw the layers of fruit trees from District 11.

Hopefully the arena has a forest, that would be a nice place to die.

District 9-Train

Sierra skipped through the station, soaking in the praise from all the cheering citizens. Nite walked quickly, like he was trying to get away from the large crowds. Escort Liliz gave that short, Capitol wave with a smil on her face as she walked by in her high-heels. Victor Estelle Hunii walked behind Liliz, her long black hair covering her face.

Sierra soaked in the praise a minute longer by waving from the window, then the train sped down the tracks.

Sierra Moon's POV

"I can't believe it I can't believe it!" I cried. "I'm officially going into The Hunger Games!"

"Sierra," Liliz soothed. "You have about a week before your pedestal rises, enjoy the time in the meantime."

"Do I have to?" I asked. "I just wanna win by avenging my sister already!"

"Do you mean, avenging your sister by winning?" Estelle asked, pushing the thick black locks out of her face and clipping a few white barrettes in.

Estelle was only 19, winning at 16. Her face was obviously still young, and her head was in the shape of a heart, round at the top and pointed at the bottom. Her rosy cheeks clashed against her pale skin, and her deep set beige eyes were tinged with sadness.

She reminded me of Elliot. That girl was young, with long black hair held behind her ears. Her deep set gold eyes had been shining with hate, wet with tears. Her pale skin had a slight glow from a radioactive waste accident, and had clashed with her blood red cheeks.

I don't think I'll be able to tolerate Estelle. She didn't rack in any kills, and the only other tribute in the arena had fallen into his own bear trap.

"Yes," I hissed. "That's what I meant."

Nite Minous' POV

I was already lying in bed, deciding to skip dinner. We'd be in the Capitol tomorrow morning, and I didn't want to be in the same room with robots.

I drifted off, ready for anything Hypnos wanted to plauge me with.