Demonic: I do not own the Hunger Games or Maximum Ride, just the books.

Katniss's POV

The snow swirled around me, my heart beating hard and fast . Effie steps up to the choosing bowl, pulling out four names in quick rapid movements.

"Prim Everdeen," she calls, and my heart stutters and stops before continuing at three times the pace. "Rory Hawthorne, Gale Hawthorne, and Stella Kindle" she gasped, her eyes sad as she turned to me.

I immediately volunteered for Prim, ignoring Peeta and Gale's tortured expressions.

Peeta volunteered to take Rory's place, earning tearful hugs and kisses from my mother and Hazelle. And to my utter shock, Haymitch switches with the Kindle girl.

"And we have our tributes" wailed Effie, tears streaming down her face. "They'll be taken immediately to the capitol."

I didn't even have time to blink before the Peacekeepers grab us ruffly by the arms, escorting us straight to the trains without even saying good-bye to our family. I grab Gale's hand, seeking the comfort only he could provide.

A.N I'm not going through all the preps, so I'm depositing them into the arena right now, just re-read Catching Fire and you'll get a basic idea. Also, Finnick and Johanna will be in the games, they volunteered for the people they loved, they are in an alliance with Peeta, Gale, Haymitch and Katniss.

My eyes are heavy as I drag them open to the dull light of the arena. I was in a cave of some sort, and, looking outside, I could see that we were in a desert. The thick, white clothing I wore was loose and itchy, irritating my skin.

I noticed a bronze head peeking into my cave and recognize it as Finnick. I wave him closer, hoping our alliance would stick.

"Seen anything?" I ask, standing close to him.

"No," he murmured, his green eyes slightly fearful. "No signs of the mutants yet, I don't think they've been released yet."

I nod, walking into the hot desert sun. I could see multiple little dots of other tributes. I recognized two as Peeta and Gale, shading one another from the sun.

I jump up and down, bringing them towards us. They deposited two bags full of of supplies at our feet, three daggers and a bow followed.

"That was all we could get" said Gale, leaning against the cave wall. "Everything else was gone."

I nodded, searching for Haymitch, where was he?

Max's POV

The guards threw us into small circular tubes, each with fins on the side. Nudge gave me one sad smile before be stuffed into the cylinder.

I closed my eyes, wondering what type of torture was planned. For the past 24-hours we had been subjected to such pains that it made the School look like a bunch of kitten-cuddling hippies. My Voice had been absent as of late, maybe, hopefully, he was dead after all these centuries.

My lungs constricted as the lid to the tube closed, leaving me in a tight cold space. There was a jolt as the tube was seemingly launched.

For a few moments it was blissfully peaceful, smooth sailing with the sound of the wind rushing past its smooth steel frame.

BOOM

I stiffled a scream as the cylinder exploded, leaving me suspended in the air in a few moments before sending me straight to the ground. I didn't even have time to open my wings before I hit desert sands.

I coughed up a mouthful of sand, brushing fingers over my tongue. Gross, I thought, looking to see my Flock's separate space-thingies crash into the sand. Fang's head popped up, his shaggy black hair full of sand. He grumbled, rolling out and brushing at the sand.

"Guys!" I call, the Flock lining in front of me instantly. Angel and Nudge still had sand in their clothes, which I brushed out with one quick hand. "Split up! Search for water and food. Iggy, your with Nudge, Dylan, your with Gazzy and Angel. Fang your with me."

Fang smirked slightly, spreading his wings and taking to the air. His black wings glinted darkly, beckoning me to join him. I laughed lightly, jumping after him. We floated there until the rest of the Flock disappeared from view. He took my hand, looking quickly at me and away, nervous of my rejection.

"Let's go," I said, pulling after him, heading toward a shining beacon in the distance.