Okay so sorry it took forever to update. Anyways, please R&R folks, I like hearing what you have to say. So, review. Anyways, this is dedicated to the people who did actually review. And I wrote half and my little sister wrote the other half.

Sam looked at Astrid. She was biting her lip, unsure of what to say or what to do. Of course, everyone was staring at them awkwardly, because it was apparently "their" fault. When it was Little Petey who put them all in this mess, and it's worst since Caine, Drake, and Diana were with them. Could it get any worse?

Yes, of course it can.

People were staring at them. People who were never part of the FAYZ. People that Sam didn't know.

"Where are we?" Lana demanded, not wanting to press it anymore, but seemed to be nervous about where they could be.

"I second that," Caine said.

"I don't know," Astrid whispered. She looked at Little Pete who was playing in his video game. "But we're not in the FAYZ. At least, we're out."

"People would be looking for us," Sam interjected, but looked over at Caine and Drake and added, "But not you guys. People are cheering that you are gone."

"I wish I was in the FAYZ now," Diana said with a smirk. "No Drake and Caine? What a miracle."

"Don't we all want to be back in the FAYZ now."

"Oh shut up, Sam," Caine said, annoyed with them. He was biting his thumb nail, what he always did when he was nervous. "But I think we need to go back into the FAYZ."

"Why?" Drake asked, with a smirk. "Are you scared Caine?" He laughed. He wrapped his whip arm around his waist. "I wanna know where the f*** we are and then figure out why we are here and why the Pe-tard poofed us out of the FAYZ. Because I was really enjoying being there, I mean no adults, no rules? I mean, come on, here there's probably rules and adults, the complete opposite."

"Wow," Astrid said, surprised. She blinked. "That actually made some sense."

"Aw, Drake actually made sense for once," Diana said sarcastically. She started to laugh, and laughed louder when Drake gave her the death glare.

"People are staring at us," Lana noted. She sat down. "You know, I wonder if we still have a power." She pointed to a kid, who laid down dead. "I mean, look, maybe I could heal that kid."

"You're not supposed to," said a girl that no one knew. She was one of the people that actually belonged here. "It's a game here. The game is called the Hunger Games. The winner is the last one that survives. I'm Katniss, and I'm afraid you guys don't belong here."

"Yeah, we don't," Caine said. He stuck his hand out and she shook it. "I'm Caine Soren. We're from a place called the FAYZ."

Katniss had a puzzled look. "The phase?"

"FAYZ. F-A-Y-Z."

"Basically we come from a world without adults and everyone fifteen and older disappeared," Sam said. He glanced over at Caine. "We were brought here by Astrid's"- He pointed at her- "little brother. His name is Little Pete. I'm Sam."

"Pe-tard," Drake insisted.

"Shut up."

"Anyway could you watch Little Pete for a while?" Diana asked, giving a viperous look at Astrid. "Because we all badly want to talk to Astrid right now. We want to discuss something with her. It won't be long, I promise. All he does is play with his video game. Oh and if he starts wailing, let us know so he can poof us back." Diana held her hand at Katniss who shook it. Diana looked at Caine and shook her head meaning that Katniss didn't have any powers. Diana let go of Katniss's hand.

"All right, I'll try, let's just hope no one tries to kill me while I watch him," Katniss said with a bitter smile. "I can only pray. And by the way, you're on TV."

"Of course." Diana played with her hair. "Well, good luck Katniss, we have to go talk to Astrid now. Good luck with the little kid and good luck with the games."

Diana walked away and they all followed her, leaving Little Pete and Katniss behind.

"What do you want to talk to me for?" Astrid demanded. She had her arms on her hips. "It's not my fault we're here! It's Little Pete's fault we're here! I don't know anything! If you want to talk to anyone, talk to Little Pete!"

"Astrid that was completely stupid, you know we can't talk to Little Pete," Sam said. "It's mostly your fault why we're here, so don't say anything. Little Pete is your autistic little brother so therefore you take full responsibility for his actions such as POOFING US TO SOME COMPLETELY STANGE PLACE THAT APPARENTLY IS A KILLING GAME!"

"Okay, so he might have gotten scared, and maybe it was the gaiaphage controlling him, because that's what happened to Lana and Caine. They were basically controlled by the gaiaphage and maybe the gaiaphage wanted us here. I'm just guessing here. I don't know if I'm right or not."

"I pray that you're wrong," Lana mumbled.

"Do any of you guys think that I could take control here in these games?" Caine asked, trying to change the subject. He didn't like the gaiaphage to be brought into this.

"No!" Astrid, Sam, Diana, and Lana yelled at the same time.

"Thanks for being supportive guys," Caine mumbled.

"Don't you guys think I could win these so called 'hunger games'?" Drake asked which he knew he would most likely be the winner since he was an extremely good killer, and not to mention, he was a sadistic psychopath.

"Okay, you actually could…" Sam said, but then realized how much that was a bad thing. "Okay, so first let's test to see if we still have our powers. I'll try first."

Sam held his palm out at the nearest tree. The green light did come from his hand, which meant that they still had powers. Which, that did make sense; since Drake still had his whip-hand and Diana tried to read Katniss.

"So I still have my powerful power," Caine said, and grinned. "Okay so I'm still unstoppable." He shot a look at Drake and Drake frowned. "I just hope that no one here has a power. That would be a bad thing."

"So what do we do now?" Lana asked. She didn't seem to care if her powers stopped working or anything. "It's not like we should show everyone else are powers. Besides, we are on TV. If people know our powers, what do you think would happen?"

"Kill us," Diana said and shot a look at Caine.

"Exactly, and besides, they probably already want to kill Drake, because of his whip-hand and all. He's an outcast, and I think a kid with a whip-hand would freak them out."

"Yeah it prob- HEY!" Drake yelled. "I am NOT an outcast. It is NOT my fault that I have this arm." He waved his whip-hand in the air. "It's Sammy's fault! He's the one that burned my arm off! And you're the one who actually put it on my arm!"

"Uh-huh. Right. Well, we have bigger issues than that," Diana said, before Lana could say something back to that. "And Caine, I'm sure no one has any powers. Besides, I tried to read Katniss, and I got absolutely nothing, so I think we have no problem with that. So the only freaks with powers are you, Sam, and Lana. Well, I guess Drake somewhat counts." Diana smirked when Drake shot her the death glare.

"Okay, so can we be done here?" Astrid asked anxiously. "I really think I should go back with Little Pete, you know, just in case something happens to him. And, I don't trust Katniss." Astrid shot a look at Diana, and gave pleading eyes to Sam. "Little Pete might need me Sam, and I'll need to help him."

"All right fine," Sam said, giving in.

Astrid ran over back to Katniss. She picked up Little Pete and held him. Little Pete, like always, looked unaware of any of them. He looked away at his game and at Katniss, but looked quickly back at his game, not registering anybody else's presence.

"Thank you," Astrid mumbled and looked at Sam.

Snow was sitting in a chair, watching the games. He always enjoyed The Hunger Games. He loved watching random people from the districts compete. It's a life or death kind of game. His favorite.

All of a sudden, these kids 'poofed' into the arena. "Plutarch! Come in here immediately!" Snow shouted. These kids were interesting. Especially the whip-handed boy and the one with the unique green light. Not to mention the little boy.

"Yes sir?" Plutarch asked.

"Were these kids supposed to 'poof' into The Games?" Snow demanded, pointing to the screen.

"Um…Yes?" Plutarch lied.

"Great, I love it."

"You're welcome?"

"You didn't plan this, did you?"

"No. I was planning to get them out of there, sir. People might rebel, especially if they win, sir."

"Leave. Them. There!" Snow shouted.

"Anything for you, President Snow." Plutarch whispered, being sarcastic.

"Stupid Game Makers." Snow muttered as soon as Plutarch left. Then he continued watching the Hunger Games.

They had been gone for a few hours now. Katniss saw a few tributes and hid with Little Pete. As soon as they left, they came out.

Where were they from? Oh yeah- The FAYZ. They just magically came here, and something told Katniss that there was something strange about her. Well, they probably thought this was strange, and besides, they weren't from here.

"Ugh. How long do I have to do this for?" Katniss whined. It wasn't that bad- like Diana had said. He just sat there playing his game.

"So," Katniss started, trying to get a conversation with the mysterious little boy. "What game are you playing?"

The boy stared up at her and looked back at his game. He said nothing.

"Can you talk?"

No answer, nor a response from the kid.

Katniss shook her head and kneeled by the little boy. She looked at his game boy screen and saw nothing. It was just a blank, broken-like screen. Why was he playing a game that didn't have any batteries or that didn't work?

Katniss looked at the new kids. The boy, Sam, had an impossible green light come from his hand. That was something that Katniss had never seen before, and was sure it was impossible. Well not as impossible as the kid with the snake arm.

"What is all of this? Who are all of you kids?" Katniss demanded to the strange little boy. She tried making sense of it, but wanted the little boy to answer it. He looked like his sister, the blondie. "Why are you guys here?"

The boy stared at her and said, "It wants us here. It wants you." He turned back to his game.

"Who's 'it'?"

No response.

The blonde girl, Astrid, picked up Little Pete and said thanks, and everyone else came back.

"He doesn't talk much, so he wasn't a problem," Katniss said. "Except… he said something about 'it.' What would 'it' be?" She knew they knew the answers. Sooner or later they'll blurt it out.

They all exchanged glances, and it was Astrid who said, "The gaiaphage. The Darkness. We have no idea what it is, and we figured it had something to do about this. We wish we knew more, so I'm sorry that we don't. I can see that you want to know more about what has happened, but now I think you should go on with the games."

Katniss gave a wry smile, but it disappeared. "Yeah, I better go and continue. Just watch out for the careers." Before they could ask what careers were, she had walked away.