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-2 days later-

Something catches my eye as I lay on the floor unable to sleep. A little red spot blinking. Almost like a camera recording. I've seen these red blinks around here before, but never really thought about them, until now, when I have nothing else to do but think.

I slowly get up.

It's crazy. The whole god damned thing is crazy and getting crazier. I clutch my shoulder as it throbs painfully, reminding me that I'm not supposed to be walking around just yet.

I shouldn't really be up. Wondering around, alone, it's not smart. Since the weird birds attacked us, injuring a lot of us, we've agreed to stay inside as much as possible.

Despite this, I keep on walking, towards the little dot. It's almost hypnotizing. I reach the tree, from which the light is coming from. I have to move a branch out of my way, and then I finally see it, and confirm that my suspicions are correct.

A small, very well hidden camera has been carefully placed in the hollow of the tree. I don't know what to feel or think. Everything just turns from crazy to insane. Who put this here? Somebody from the plane? This doesn't seem very logical, it looks so high tech. But somebody has to have put it up, and recently. Is somebody watching us? Does someone know that they were here? Perhaps a scientist team, studying the animals?

Disgust hits me like a fist in my stomach. What the hell is going on? I violently brush my tears of anger away from my eyes, and focus on the camera. What should I do about it? Rip it of the tree, stomp on it until it's ruined and pretend to know nothing? Take it back, confront the others? Chills run down my back, as the thought as to who is behind the camera reaches my mind, but a tiny spark of hope is right along with it.

"If somebody is there, help us. If somebody can hear me, let me know." I speak directly at the camera.

I don't know what I'm waiting for. A sign of some sort, perhaps a sound. But nothing happens, and disappointment hits me.

Of course this isn't something special… it's just a random camera in a random tree at a random place. We aren't going to be saved by it. I grasp it, and yank it out. I carefully study the features of it, but nothing seems abnormal.

My shoulder makes sure to let me know that I should get back, by sending out enormous waves of pain in my body. I toss the camera aside, and turn around.

My puzzled mind tries to put together the pieces, but it's like I'm missing the most important one. Because I cannot find a logical explanation as to how I just got here.

I'm standing in an enormous room, painted so white that the brightness nearly hurts my eyes. I step away from the little patch of green with the tree that I'm standing on, and it disappears behind me in less than a second. My gasp echoes around in the room, and so do my steps.

I can't see any doors or windows. Everything is white, and the room is furnished with nothing. I snap my head around as I hear a weird humming noise. A man appears. He's wearing a perfectly tailored white suit, and a matching white rose is settles in one of the pockets. His hair is black and neatly slicked back over his head. His lips are so red, and a faint smell of blood is coming from him.

I automatically sly away from him.

"Hello there, young one" He says, his snake-like voice booming in the room.

I have so many questions in my head, I just pick the first and most obvious one.

"Who are you?" I ask, listening to the echo of my voice.

He looks at me, and smiles. It reaches his eyes, but something is so wrong with this man smiling, that goose bumps begin to spread on my arms.

"I see, you're a blunt one… Well, Katniss Everdeen, not everything you want to know can be discovered from bluntness. " He says.

Before I can get out a response, he speaks again.

"We are going to play a game, you and I." He says, a particularly nasty look in his eyes.

"And If I don't want to participate in this game?" I ask, testing this obviously insane stranger.

"Oh, well you see, Katniss, you don't have a choice. Because if you don't, you die."

His words strike me like a bolt of lightning, bringing my pulse up. He's totally, fully, insane. Did he plan for the plane crash to happen? He answers this question before I can ask.

"Yes, I crashed your plane, and made sure only teenagers survived. That way, it's all just more fun, and intriguing to watch."

A taste of acid hits my tong, as I swallow down puke.

"Watch?" I merely whisper. "What's going on?"

He ignores my question, and spreads his arms up over his head, and says with a loud clear voice;

"Welcome to the arena, Katniss Everdenn. "

The rooms walls start to slide apart, slowly revealing row upon row of people, sitting there, and actually cheering. Big flat screen televisions show my stunned revolted face, as I stare at it in disbelief. I hear people yelling names. My name, Rebeccas, Sarahs, Gales but mostly Peeta's. All the names from the plane crash. Above everything are pictures of us all. Big and bright, with our full names and personal information scribbled beneath. There are 50 pictures, but only 23 are brightly lit.

This part of information seems to just click in my mind, and I finally realize what's going on. We are trapped by lunatics, and there's only one way to escape; by playing there game. I grit my teeth as everything dims. They killed 27 teenagers, plus the passengers and staff, and they are cheering about it?... Shouldn't FBI have found this place, shut all these people away? I am getting a feeling of being in the movies "saw".

The cheering quiets down, and a little bit of shuffling follows. Then a loud voice rings;

"Katniss Everdeen! By random draw, you were given the plane seat number A45! That means, Ladies and gentlemen, I give you this year's Key player!

Cheering erupts from the crowd again, and the only thing I can think of is that he said this years. Have they been doing this more than once? My shoulder gives a little stab of pain, reminding me that I'm not just having the worst nightmare if my life. It's reality.

A man, all in bright green, steps out onto the.. Stage? I didn't even see the room had a stage! Somebody takes my arm, and I struggle to break loose, but fail. It turns out the person is a woman, gesturing to a comfy looking arm chair behind me.

I try to make eye contact with her. "Help" I whisper, but she doesn't as much as look at me, just turns and leaves.

I sit down on the edge of the chair, ready to sprint. To where I don't know. They have me trapped. The voice sounds again.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I was asked to remind you that there are only 10 minutes left to bet in for the day. And why not fill out the waiting time for those of you who already places their bets, by explaining the rules to this year's key player, Katniss! "

The man in green, the apparent host, looks at me. His eyes are a bit warmer, a bit more human. He carries a green headset, and also wears green eyeliner, mascara, and lipstick.

"Why don't you join us on stage, Katniss?" he asks, and gestures for me to move. I get up, dizzy from both pain in my shoulder and disbelief of what's happening. My feet mechanically move towards the stage.

I've heard of these kinds of contests. They used to popular, even officially held and celebrated like a holiday. But they were supposed to be all destroyed, the people behind them executed or in prison. It was all unreal.

I reach the stage with one last step.

"Welcome to you Katniss. Now, I will begin to explain to you what's going to happen. "The green host says, and pulls me down on a couch in the middle of the stage.

"My god, I almost forgot my manners there" he jokes, whipping away fake sweat from his forehead. "I am Caesar Flickerman, and this year's host for the games.!"

I just sit, and quitly wait for him to speak again. I don't seem to have any words to say. I don't know if I should feel pity or hatred towards these people. Maybe a mix.

"You're not much of a talker, eh, Katniss? That's alright we will go straight to the rules of the games then! " He says. The crowd claps a bit. Text appears on a large flat screen, and a cool female voice reads them out loud.

Rule number 1.

The key player must complete every challenge given to win the game, but will have chances of winning a blessing.

Rule number 2.

The key player must not inform the other players of the game that they are playing unless told to do so.

Rule number 3

The rules can be changed.

As I sit and stare at the screen, Caesar announces that the betting time is over.

I'm really in this. People are betting against my survival right now. Am I going to have to lure people, some of them already my friends, to their deaths? I don't think I can do that.

Caesar pokes me in the side.

"Daydreaming?" he asks me.

I just shrug.

"Well, you read the official rules! Do you have any questions before the games begin?" He asks. At this, the crowd quiets.

It not like I'm going to live much longer. I'm too soft of a person to do this. I don't want to know the loopholes, and how to most effectively cheat others.

"No" I reply.

"Fantastic!" He brightly replies. The, he pulls up a football sized golden cornucopia. Its filled with small golden balls.

"Katniss Everdeen, you are to draw your very first challenge! You may only draw once!" He says, his green eyes, staring at me intensely, along with hundreds of others.

Slowly I put my hand down in the cornucopia, digging through them, finally settling on one. What am I going to have to face?

I retrieve my hand from the cornucopia, and everyone is holding their breaths as I clasp open the little golden ball with shaking hands. I fold open the little note inside…

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