A/N: hey guys,
3 reviews! Yay, I'm actually that happy :) Thankyou for them, especially the very lengthy one by 'Guest'. He or she inspired me to change a few things in the first two chapters, nothing major, just some emotions.. Also 'Guest', there is a method to my madness with the Haymitch scene! :)
*Explained in this chapter* :)

This is a three-part chapter! Prim, Peeta and Haymitch POV.

Disclaimer: I don't own the hunger games.. I wish I owned Gale though... :(

I woke quite early the next morning. I dressed in some light khaki shorts and the same white blouse before moving to a compartment of the train with a huge television. I flicked it on aimlessly to see the Capitol symbol flash across the screen. It was a replay of the reaping.

I gulped. I didn't want anybody to see my face, know my name or be associated with this game of slaughter.

Names and faces began to flash across the large screen. In that moment, I was terrified. The tributes from districts 1 and 2 are known as Career-Tributes. They trained their whole lives until they were eighteen, then volunteered. They won almost every year.

If it wasnt for the door to the cart opening, I would have been on the floor, crying hysterically.

I turned to see Peeta enter with a sleepy face. He was dressed similarly to yesterday but looked a little calmer.

"Hey," he spoke quietly. "Couldn't sleep?"

I shook my head solemnly.

He sat next to me on the plush sofa and sighed as faces continued across the screen.

District 11 came up. Agriculture farmers. A boy who could kill me with one stare came up. His name was Thresh. I started to hyperventilate under my breath, hoping Peeta would not hear. After Thresh, a little girl with dark skin and hair appeared. Her name was Rue. She was my age and looked just as scared.

"Prim," Peeta said softly.

I turned to him with teary eyes.

"It's going to be okay," he looked so sure.

I turned back to the television to see our faces cross the screen. I didn't know what came over me, but I broke into tears and sobbed into Peeta's shoulder, not caring about any stupid cameras.

Peeta's POV:

I couldn't believe it. Not a single word of it. I was well off and well off kids hardly ever got picked. Deep down, I hoped for my brother, Mikael to put his hand up. I knew that volunteering was outlawed, yet it would have been nice to know someone valued someone else's life over their own. No, I was being stupid, selfish. I was complaining about my fate when the poor not 2 metres away was cowering and shaking with fear. Oh, how she reminded me of her sister. Not in looks, but in her aura and demeanor.

Once inside the Justice Building, I let the tears flow. I didn't bother stopping them. I didn't care. I wasn't a Career-Tribute, I had fears and doubts. I was afraid.

With a pat on the back from my brothers and a kiss and hug from my parents, they left and I was by myself. The door opened and the one person I was desperate to see appeared. Her dark locks were molded into a braided crown around her head and eyes were dark but determined.

Katniss slowly stepped forward, her hands hanging limp by her sides.

"Hey," Katniss said quietly.

"Hi," I still couldn't believe she was here, visiting me.

"I'm sorry," she said with truth.

I shook my head "Have you seen your sister?"

Katniss nodded, "She's scared out of her mind."

I patted the seat next to me. She sat down and folded her hands in her lap.

"It's just not fair," she shook her head. "But that's why I'm here."

I looked at her questioningly.

"Peeta, I need you to protect her. She needs you. It's selfish of me to you of this, but please just help her. I'm not asking you to die but I can't lose her. She won't survive this, not without you."

She was gripping my wrist tightly. I'd do anything for this girl, I loved her like nothing else. Even if it meant dying to save her sister, I would. This was what family was. Going to any length to save them, even asking someone else to sacrifice their life. I wish I had that.

I was slightly disheartened that her reason wasn't to see me off, but I was still thankful I got to see her before I died. A peacekeeper suddenly burst in and stormed over to Katniss. I reached over as quickly as I could and placed a small peck on her lips before she was dragged out. Her face showed utter shock before I heard her say "Protect her" from behind the door.

And I would do just that, no matter the cost.

Haymitch's POV:

I opened the cart door just as Effie's high-pitched assaulted my ears. I stumbled through the door, crashing into things as I went. I took a swig of the powerful liquid from my flask before getting a good look at this years unlucky contest winners. I saw a boy of about 16 with a fair complexion and solid shoulders. He looked strong.

I would have recognised him if I hadn't of past out in one of the room in the Justice Building.

My blurry vision skittered past Effie's horribly pink hair and sickly pale, painted skin and onto a small cowering figure.

I didn't think it was the alcohol making me feel dizzy anymore. This girl, with her hay-coloured hair and bright-blue eyes was a spitting image of Kayla, my Kayla. She looked a little younger, less matured, but through the alcohol, there wasn't much of a difference. I snapped. I staggered towards the little girl, and threw my flask at the wall.

"So young!"

"Haymitch, calm down," Effie held her hands up.

I walked closer and pointed my finger "There is no chance for you!"

I locked my eyes on Kayla's face and continued my advance. The boy stood in front of her, blocking Kayla from my view. I stopped short as she pulled at his shirt with her small fists and sunk into the small of his back.

"No, she's too young!" I saw her delicate face peek behind the boy. "You are going to die, you have no chance, you will die!"

Two avox men suddenly grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the three figures. I thrashed around and swore at the top of my lungs. I was dragged from the dining cart and placed in my room with all but gentle hands.

After my morning shower, I felt a little better, not completely sober, but better. I'd regained almost all of my consciousness after I'd drank 2 cups of coffee with no added whiskey.

I would apologize later, when she wasn't completely terrified of me. Last night was a first occurrence; most other tributes shared the dark locks or were at least older. She had taken me by surprise.

Kayla was my elder sister. I was eleven when she was chosen. It was her first year, her name was in the bowl once. She was killed by the hands of a Career-Tribute. Brutally. I was seventeen when I was chosen. I didn't think I had it in me, but I figured I was fueled by the need for revenge. Especially since it was a Quarter-Quell: 48 tributes instead of 24. My little stunt though, in the arena with the force-field got my mother and younger brother killed.

I couldn't think about it anymore. Effie had told me that I'd better straighten up before tomorrow, which meant no drinking. She told me the same thing every year. 'These kids need you, Haymitch, you're their only chance.'

Even though I'd won the games, I was starting to think I was the tributes downfall.

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