A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Issili, creator of tribute, Chase Opal. Whose ready for some Hunger Games action? Alright Chase, here's your time to let people know who you are.

Chase Opal was worn to pieces. His light blond hair stuck to his forehead in a sweaty mess, and his hazel eyes almost shut with exhaustion. The smooth silver blade in his right hand felt warm and comforting, like it belonged there.

Three years, three years to this day. That's when his life had ended. His twelve year old sister had been reaped, and no one, not a soul volunteered. She made it to the top fifteen, and then was shot with someone's blow dart.

Chase's rough palms glided along the sword's length as he inspected it.

"A little shine would do you justice." He whispered, thinking to himself. Then he remembered that it was the reaping, like he always does, and the association of his dead twelve year old sister flashes through his mind.

Chase trained for three long years, striving to be the best, determined to be ready, unlike his sister, Amelia. Such a beautiful name, such a beautiful tragedy.

Chase clung to his dark blue hoodie and raced home from the training center. One more year and he'd be a legal adult; he also only had one more year until they could no longer touch him. His parents passed away, and Chase was left pretending he had parents, no one was putting him in an orphanage, and luckily he managed to stay with an aunt. They both grieved for the loss of family.

Chase took a long hot shower and tousled his blond hair, letting it air dry. He slipped on grey trousers and a white muscle shirt, and then plain black dress shoes.

The walk to the reaping was lonely, he missed his sister's musical laugh and high spirits, her defiant thoughts, dreams of rebelling like district 13 had. He remembered their conversation.

"Chasey, do you think we could do it, rebel I mean?" her clear green eyes lit up, as her ashy blonde hair framed her face like a halo.

"You're insane," Chase was incompetent and never listened to her crazy ramblings.

"No, really! I hate the capitol; I mean what kind of sick game is The Hunger Games, why couldn't we just stick to Red Rover." Chase looked up from cleaning his sword.

"Amelia!" he hissed, eyes seething, "You can't talk like that, ever, and you'll be executed on the spot. You're just a worthless dreamer for thinking like that." He remembered the hurt in her eyes as she stood up and ran away, tears falling like crystal hearts down her face.

Now he stood with the seventeen's. He used to be quite popular, until his friend Drew was killed last year, and then things were just awkward. Drew's girlfriend Lacey nearly killed herself, although it wasn't Lacey he was worried about, it was Caroline. Caroline Lonestar was like Chase, they stood out from all the other perfectly plastic people in district one; they weren't your average careers.

"Caroline Lonestar." A shark tooth grin was placed on her face as she walked to the podium. She had changed, and an invisible shield of fire surrounded her, consumed her thoughts. She was nearly drenched with hate. Just like Chase.

"Chase Opal." He looked up to find everyone watching him. He was ready. He walked to the stage slowly, taking it all in. Who cares if he died? He would see his baby sister again. However, he would defy the capitol until his last moments. He and Caroline were both seeking revenge. He was in this for the long haul.

A/N: So, what do you think? Will he last two minutes? Do you think Caroline will ally him? Review! (: next up, district two! And submit submit submit!