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"Now, Alfie," Dean says in a motherly tone,"That was a horrible temper tantrum you threw."

Alfred gulps, "Yes." He's pale, his hands sweaty and his mind is racing. No. They'd have to go through all the trouble of finding a new Career. That would take a month at best and the Capitol citizen's don't like waiting. They wouldn't kill him.

So, what were they going to do?

"I'm very sorry, I was irrational and shouldn't have lost my composure.." He knows an apology wouldn't be all he needs to do, but it was a start.

"No, no you shouldn't have.." Dean smiles as two large men walk in with tray of medical utensils.

The blonde's throat tightens up, "W-what're you gonna do to me?" He asks, his words shaking as he speaks.

Dean picks up a syringe filled with a strange blue liquid, "This will hurt only for a little while." He pushes up the sweaty golden locks that blocked the jugular vein. The needle stings going in. Alfred lets out a scream and tries to yank it out. The two men pin him down as Dean pushes down on the syringe. The strange liquid enters the boys thrashing body. The men release him. He attempts to stand, but his legs become noodles. He falls on his side.

Alfred feels a rush suddenly, then a drowsy feeling surrounds him. The blood in his veins become heated, his mind becomes numb. What had been in that needle? He lets out a groan. District 12, It was all his fault.

The stupid kid, he'd get him alone. He'd slit his throat.

He will get revenge on 12 for ruining him like this. Once in the arena, he couldn't hide behind Arthur or his little boyfriend.

Lovino would be Alfred's first kill.


Waking up is a struggle. Even more so that I just paced the floor of my room last night, thinking of ideas that could help. I try to think about how the boys flirt with Che'n, Feli talking so smoothly and sweetly to potential lovers. It's so confusing.

Love is just so stupid. How ever created such a stupid emotion, should jump off the face of the Earth and die! Then implode in space! Felix interrupts my inner rant by entering my room. He's so excited about the interviews. Honestly, I don't remember a time when Felix wasn't excited about something.

Wait. The interviews. That means an entire day with Felix The Gaywad and Arthur The Drunken Perv. The man in question walks in, ironically not drunk, and takes me into a room. 2 large stuffed white chairs sitting on opposite ends of each other.

"Lovino, you give off loads of 'I'd really like to stab you in the ear', now tell me, has a man in love ever said, 'I'd really like to stab you in the ear?'"

"No, but there's a first time for everything!" I say.

His eye twitches, but he tries to keep calm, "Your life depends on your acting."

I sigh. He's right, but to admit that would be the death of me. I shake my head and lean into the softness in the chair.

Arthur ran his fingers through his hair, "I'm going to ask you a series of questions, answer as charming and endearing as physically possible."

I emit a small growl, but nod anyway.

He begins with,"What's it like in District 12?"

"You know they won't ask that question," I mutter. No districts communicate with each other. That's how they keep us fenced in, they're the only ones allowed to feed us information.

"Just answer the bloody question," he growls.

"It has starving people, and it's covered in black dust." I say smugly.

He sighs, "Try again, work in the words 'cozy,' 'friendly.'

"You're basically asking me to lie," I reply.

"Yes, but they don't want the truth, they couldn't handle it." Arthur runs his fingers through his moldy blonde hair.

After an hour of this train wreck session, Arthur throws the clipboard on the floor,"You have the charm of a dead slug!"

Felix walks in. He must've heard the noise. He tells Arthur it's his turn and leads me out the door.

The first thing I see upon entering the room is the stupidest pair of shoes ever.

High heels, for men.

He slips them on my feet, making me so tall I almost hit the ceiling.

"What's the point of this?" I growl at him.

"You never know with Yao," He says, grinning.

I roll my eyes. My feet felt like I'd been walking on broken glass. Felix put heavy books on my head and made me walk a straight line. I fell over.

Felix gasped, "Are you okay!"

"I'm fine," I say. I guess I was pretty moved. So far, Felix had only proven to be selfish. Maybe I'd grown on him?

"Not you!" He runs to me and pulls the heels off my feet, "My precious little babies, are you okay?" He cradles them in his arms, pulling them to his chest. He turns his head, "You monster!" Felix then made a dash for a safe on the wall. He puts in a combination. I look over his shoulder.

The only thing inside was shoe polish. He dabs some on his 'precious babies', and proceeds to rub them with his handkerchief.

I back out slowly. My lessons had done little more then frustrate my mentors. I look down at my bare feet. Seeing as if I even tried to go retrieve my shoes, Felix would probably decapitate me. Going barefoot would be my best option. I was getting sick of my room. It was feeling like a prison as of lately, and I wanted to feel free. Just for tonight.

Stupidly, I toke the elevator to the very top of The Slaughter House.