No big deal guys… it isn't like this is the last Capitol chapter or anything! Oh wait- it is!:D KONAN'S SCORE IN TRAINING IS AN 8! NINA'S IS A 6! Oh. My. God! Sixteen reviews last chapter? :D Sorry Nina's POV is kind of small. The sizes were based on reviews and sponsor points. I know who is gonna die in the bloodbath tomorrow my dears!:) If you want to know who your tribute's allies are in case I forgot to mention them, PM me. I have a big list!

I LOVE this song- it's super cool. I beg you to listen to it… it's called "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons.

I'm waking up to ash and dust

I wipe my brow and sweat my rust

I'm breathing in the chemicals

I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus

This is it, the a*p*o*c*a*l*y*p*s*e

Whoa.

Canzi Greysbr

I pull my dark blue dress down a little lower on my thighs. I feel awkward with it up so high on my legs. I don't want people to look at me there. I mean, what if there are old men in the audience here!? What if they'll stare at me!? Ew.

Calm down Canzi, you're getting ahead of yourself- again. I think. As of now, every tribute is lined up by District. Girls are ahead of boys. At least my dress isn't the most… revealing. The girl from Four wears a see-through black dress. It's way too short and earns several odd looks. My District partner Sceptor has on a grey tuxedo with red lining the seams. I twirl my blonde hair around my finger. Today it's been straightened from its usually wild self.

We wait about ten minutes before the first interview starts. Skye Emerald walks slowly into the interview room, brushing her hand through her fiery hair. I watch through the small screen to see her talk to Puma Lim, the interviewer. I see Skye take a seat next to him in a swirly white chair. I zone out for most of the interview, thinking about what would happen if I got a heart attack right now. My ears perk up at the end of the interview though.

"I… um, well I don't like to talk about it much, but I have a medical problem. I have a blood clot in my brain. It's fatal," Skye frowns. Puma puts a hand to his mouth.

"My Lord! That's awful! Well, dear Miss Skye- if you win these Hunger Games I'm sure the Capitol medics will be able to find you a cure!"

Does that mean if I win that they could cure my asthma? I feel my eyes go wide. That would be amazing! All of my problems would go away. I would be fearless.

Next in the interviews is Glass Morgans. He tells a sob story about his dead sister. Apparently he tried to save her, but he was too late. After Glass is… me!

I try to walk confidently and coolly to the stage, but I get too excited and do an awkward skip.

"Hello Miss Greysabr! How are you darling?"

"I'm good Puma," -Wait… that's his name, right? Did I mess up already? When he doesn't correct me I relax.

"How are you doing in the Capitol?"

"I'm doing well. The food's nice, and so are the people," I tug at my dress again. The crowd laughs. I hadn't even been trying to be funny, oh well.

"That's always great t…" he smiles at me. I can tell he's trying to be kind and comforting, but that bright red lipstick is a big 'no-no' and it makes Puma look like he just drank someone's blood.

"Sorry… what did you say?" I gulp.

"No worries, I know how intimidating this stage is. I said, 'That's always great to hear. We all watched your reaping- you volunteered this year. What was running through your head?'"

"I wanted to win. I know I can!" I grin.

"Ahh, just what we like to hear!" Puma reaches over to pat me on the back. "We didn't get to see what you chose for your token, could you tell us?" I feel my eyebrow twitch slightly. I hope the Capitol can't see it! That would be embarrassing. I guess it could be worse though, I mean I could throw up on stage and then the janitors would have to clean it all up! Or I could burp or something. I suppose an eyebrow twitch isn't too bad, right?

"Canzi?" Puma looks at me expectantly.

"Oh! I, um, I brought my inhaler."

Konan Phillian

"Now, Lani, the gamemakers have revealed a small hint about the arena- they have called it 'Roses are Red', what do you think of that?" I don't hear Lani's answer because of the buzz traveling through the hallway. Lillith Gold turns around to Tar Armat, smirking.

"Roses are Red

Violets are blue

I'm schizophrenic

And I'm off my meds!" Tar's face reddens. He covers his head with his hands.

"What the hell?! What's your problem!?" I shout before I even mean to.

"Nothin'. But apparently you have one!" Lillith grins. Tar looks at me sadly.

"Yeah, definitely. You don't have a problem picking on a twelve year old? What a strong person you are, Lillith," I roll my eyes and step back in line.

"We'll see." She says, flipping her brown hair over her shoulder. The boy a ways behind me, I think his name is Raiden, hums a verse of his own version,

"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
You broke my heart,
And now I'll break you."

A shiver creeps through me. I've known it all along, but I kept pushing the fact that the Games start tomorrow out of my head. Today, though it creeps in, nagging at me.

Eventually, it is my turn to be interviewed. I sit next to Puma in a navy blue suit.

"How are you today Konan?" his first question asks. I stare into the vast audience.

"Just like every other day- tired." I tease.

"Really? You look great!"

"Thank you Puma, I'm a big fan of your hair," I nod to his thick purple up do. It's kind of hideous, but he doesn't need to know that.

"I'm flattered, Konan. How's your life at home? We all saw you volunteer for your younger brother- how touching!" The crowd gasps with delight.

"At home, my life is great. I'm in a family band. We perform out in the streets,"

"What's your job in the band?" Puma asks, hanging on to my every word.

"I'm one of the singers,"

"That's fabulous, Konan! Would you sing for us?"

"I think I'll wait for my 'Victory Interview,'" I smile. The crowd boo's, but for all the right reasons. Now they'll want to send me home to hear me sing.

"Konan! Don't do that to us!"

"I'm afraid I have to Puma,"

"Alright then… Mr. Phillian, I'm sorry to say that our time is up! I cannot wait to see you in a few weeks my dear boy!"

I hope you will.

Nina Rane

The interviews are stressful. Everything about them is. From the part where you're broadcasted across all of Panem, to the Games tomorrow.

"Welcome Miss Nina Rane!" Puma shouts as I glide onto the stage.

"Hi Puma!" I wave happily.

"How are you Miss Rane?"

"I'm pretty good."

"Really? Even the day before the Hunger Games?"

"Yep." My goal is to go unnoticed. With my average training score, I've done well so far.

"Is it all you've imagined?"

"The food is better than I thought it would be," I say honestly. My favorite meal here has been the clams, I hadn't had them before.

"Ah, that's the usual answer… I love your dress, Nina."

"Thank you. You look nice as well," I say politely.

My interview proceeds as planned and I manage to slip under the radar.

Evan Keers

Three more interviews to go until mine. The Girl from Eight is on stage now. She smiles widely, but her eyes look fearful. My ally, Nina, has already completed her's. When the Girl from Eight leaves the stage, her insane District partner takes a seat. The poor guy only mumbles a few words at a time. He can't do very well right now.

"Um, Mr. Brown, how are you doing tonight?" Even Puma sounds nervous.

"I've been doing well, Puma, very well in fact. The Capitol's been kind to me, along with my fellow tributes, although I'm sure that won't last long." WHAT. THE. HELL. The tributes around me look shocked. My mouth drops. The girl from Five faints.

"What just happened?" Nina whispers to me.

"That's great to hear, Raiden. I can't imagine making friends, yet knowing that within days they'll be gone." Puma continues, looking relieved

"It's very tough. I can't believe it all starts tomorrow."

"I know, I know. Best of luck to you, good sir!"

When Raiden's interview ends, he walks smoothly into the hallway where the rest of us stand.

"As you'll learn soon enough, games are my thing." He opens his mouth for the final time tonight, and then shuts it, strutting back into the line and standing still. My insides go cold. My District partner's interview goes by in a flash and soon enough, it's my turn.

"Hello Evan. I hope you're enjoying your time in the Capitol."

"You know I am, Puma! The food, like already said tonight, is wonderful along with the amazing unique people and styles," I grin.

"Thank you for saying that, Evan. It means the world to us, doesn't it folks?" The crowd cheers.

"No problem,"

"So, Evan, what would you like for sponsors to know?" Puma asks.

"You know what they say Puma, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. I am strong. Stronger than the knots I learned to tie, stronger than the fashion statement that this tuxedo is making, and hopefully just strong enough to see my loved ones again." I smile. I've been waiting for that question all night.

"I hope you will too, I really do," he says.

"I bet that's what you say to all the tributes." I tease.

"Oh most certainly not! Alright, well maybe I do, but I don't ever mean it as much as I do now"

"I believe it!" I reply.

"Evan, it has truly been great to meet you. I hope to see you in a few weeks," Puma smiles to me, his blood red lips startling me.

No one's POV

Once the tributes are asleep, or attempting to sleep, in their Capitol beds, the television station releases the real poem, "Roses are Red." It is spray painted a deep crimson across the field of dead grass in the arena. The tributes will all get to see it before hell breaks loose, before the chaos overwhelms their senses, before they drop lifelessly to the ground.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.

You know how I feel,

Is it the same for you?

…

Grass is green,

Bricks light brown,

I'm waiting in the shadows

I've been here six hours now.

…

The clouds are so white,

Your outfit too.

You let your guard down again,

Maybe I can get you.

…

Your eyes are cool grey

You're young and fair.

I can't seem to find you here.

I think I'll look over there.

…

Steel blades are silver,

Blood, a crimson red.

We shall always be together,

Once we both are dead.

…

See you in the arena.