District 1 - Peter - The Chronicles of Narnia

District 2 - Thorin - The Hobbit

District 3 - Four - Divergent

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth - Percy Jackson

District 8 - Morgana Le Fay - Merlin

District 9 - The 10th Doctor - Doctor Who

District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

Chapter 11 - In The Time of Preparing: Peter

In the morning, after the announcement for the Feast has been made, most of the Tributes were already planning to go. Unfinished business between the tributes had promised the Audience a very good show. And of course after being in the Arena for a week and a half, Crucis Rollo had been preparing for the moment for a long while. But the time of preparing was done, and tomorrow, the Feast would take place.

Katniss practiced archery, and made Peeta promise he wouldn't come to the Feast, because she was worried about his state of mind.

Harry and Hermione studied the pamphlet, and Harry took care of Hermione when she wasn't yelling at him to keep studying.

Morgana practiced her magic.

Thorin swung the sword around.

Four practiced his fighting skills.

Annabeth and Percy practiced techniques to best take down their opponents.

The Doctor had decided going because he'd hoped for his sonic screwdriver.

Peter had only one reason to go to the Cornucopia, but having only one reason was good enough. It involved Four-Tobias. Whatever worked.

He awoke early in the morning, the day after the announcement had been made.

Peter would punch the trees in his area and hundred time over until most of the leaves had fallen off. He did this for three hours. At the end of the exercise, he'd taken the leaves off of four grown trees. It was easy for him. Hate fueled him.

Peter also took to practicing swinging his sword. All day, that day, he'd practice what he was finally going to say once he saw Four.

"-So, you think you could just get away with it-I don't care. I'm going to kill you, Four... No that doesn't sound right..."

"...Today, you're going to die. That's not a threat, it's a promise-wait, no...I can't use that..."

"-You have a sword too? Well let's see how good you can use it-wait, he may not have a sword... What was he using?... A...knife...rope...hammer? Wait, no-yes! Hammer! A hammer! That's it!"

"-Hammers, Four? Or should I say, Tobias? Hmm... Better not... I should bring up his dead girlfriend...get his emotions worked up so he can't fight well...hmmm..."

"-What I'm still trying to figure out his how you and her got together-how, how, old are you, and how old is she-oh excuse me, was she? Yes...yes... This will work..."

He worked all day on that.

I should bring up the fact, as is my responsibility as narrator, that Peter had very well begun to lose his mind.

Now, as is the nature of humans, we all take the realization of death in very different, and sometimes similar ways. For example, a person could desire no food or water when a loved one dies, and not want to get out of bed. Perhaps the individual would even not know how to deal with this, so they shut everyone out. You, in fact, could even pretend they were still alive as to give comfort to your soul, and not give in to the reality which is harsh and cold. Some even deal by realizing that, in turn, everyone dies and celebrates the life they lived, instead of having pity parties.

Peter did none of this.

He was driven by hate and angst.

Peter would only eat when he felt he'd die if he didn't. In the meantime, he was figuring out revenge plots for Tobias. Something that if it didn't kill him, he would wish it did. That's why the death of Tris was working so perfectly for him.

Peter was, by the time the feast was announced... insane. Mad. Not right in the head. Whatever you want to call it, he was gone.

While doing push-up's, Peter wondered what would be in his bag at the Cornucopia. He was hoping for a hammer, so when he killed Tobias, the irony would be too good to resist.

After his completion of one hundred and fifty-two push-ups, Peter traveled the Arena for the Cornucopia, when he was done, and the journey was complete, he found a tree a reasonably good distance from the Cornucopia, and slept there. He found himself anxious and restless by the time he was done setting up camp.

'Go to sleep, Peter.' He told himself. 'By tomorrow, Four will be dead, and you will be one step closer to being Victor.'

After that, he found no trouble in going to sleep.