Hey readers! Here it is...chapter 2! I left you at a shock so, this is mainly about how Circuit handles it. Again, sorry for any mistakes and I hope this chapter will be more interesting. If you find it too descriptive, I was trying to write in Suzanne Collins kinda style.(Although it is mine too.) Thanks for Reading!

Chapter 2

My mouth drops and I feel as I may faint. I don't care who in the capitol is watching, nor who may see this in replay I start to lose it, hot, salty tears running down my face as I try without success to blink them out to clear my sight. Dustin walks solemnly to the stage, expressionless.

How? How could this happen? I never thought that two of us could get chosen! Shocked, I got up to shake my brother's huge hand. He stared straight into my dark brown eyes as Yula said, "Let's hear it for our amazing tributes of District 3!" This is where they were supposed to applaud. Supposed to. You could hear the crickets.

Soon after the awkward silence, we were escorted into the mayor's house to say goodbye to family and friends. I was separated from Dustin as I awaited my first visitor to enter the room. I sat on the overstuffed green chair by an lamp in the small room that was surrounded wall to wall with bookshelves.

Marjory entered with puffy eyes that were red from crying. I stood up and she ran to me to give me a gigantic hug. She whispered to me, "You can live Circuit, I know you can make it." But we both know that she could even be sure that I'd make it through the bloodbath. Who knows what I'd be up against and besides that I don't know anything about weapons, finding food, or traps.

"It's ok, Marjory. We know I won't make it. But, Dustin has a good chance."

"No! Circuit you mustn't be down on yourself! You will live! For me and for your family, and District 3, and..."

" You know that I'll try my hardest to make it home. It helps to know you are cheering for me." I gave her another hug. "God, I'm going to miss you," I said as my eyes got teary.

"Circuit I'm going to miss you more," She said, looking down.

"Time's up." The Peacekeeper said.

Marjory gave me one more hug and whispered, "Live for me." Then exited, crying.

I sat in silence for a few more minutes until Dad and Otto came in. Dad was stone-faced and Otto was sniffling. I was the one who did the running this time and I clung to my father. I'm only two inches shorter than him. "Circuit," He said, "Circuit, I need you to promise me you and your brother will watch out for each other and try your hardest to win and escape the arena."

"I will Dad." I told him as I left the embrace. "Anything I can do for him, I will."

Otto moved towards me and said, "I love you Circuit! You or Dustin are going to win this, I know it."

Otto was always such a sweet boy. It's one of his best traits, but being up against so many others scares me and I doubt such an outcome.

It went on like this, with Dad giving me advice that he observed from previous games like "Avoid the bloodbath, but try to get a backpack or some sort of simple weapon without heading into the cornucopia."

Then the Peacekeeper told us time's up and we all hugged as we said our final goodbyes. After that, I had no more visitors, so we were rushed into cars with blackened windows to take us to the train. Dustin and I were separated again until we reached the station where they had us stand with our mentors and Yula. Whoopee. A photo op, that just what siblings need before sent to their slaughter. But we faked it anyway and the press ate it up.

We finally entered our train where a lunch of rich pasta with a creamy white sauce served with sausage awaited us. Yula told us to take a seat as we met our mentors. Tess looks cheery, but I can tell she's tortured inside by the steaming hot days and freezing nights of the dessert and the guilt of killing.

Dustin broke the silence when we ate. " So, any early advice? Should we team up, Circuit and I?"

Tess shook her head reluctantly, "Yeah, but you must remember that there can be only one victor, and I don't want you two to be buddy-buddy in the arena, or in the training center for that matter."

"But we're siblings!" I chimed in.

"I know that, it's just obvious that both of you will be helping each other."

Ramon spoke up, "I think you should separate once you start playing. Each other will only drag each other down, or you may be too weak if one of you loses the other."

Harsh. But the truth. If we are lucky only one of us will have to die.

"We'll get back to this later," Tess said as a dessert of a flaky pastry of some sort that had fancy flower designs made of icing on top was passed to us by only what I can assume are anvoxes.

Soon after Lunch, Dustin and I wandered through the train and lounged. Dinner consisted of Stew with heaping chunks of meat, carrots, and onions served in a thick brown sauce. After we ate, I went to change in my part of the train. Since District 3 is close to the Capitol already, our journey will be two nights and three days.

I walked to the main living quarters and curled up next to my brother who was already there, watching previous games. I used to do this when I was young often with dad when the Hunger Games would air, me being frightened of the gore, and Dad being frightened of losing us to them.

"Look at this guy," Dustin pointed to a huge boy with dark hair, "he's a monster!" The boy, presumably from district 1, 2, or 4 was going on a mass killing spree in the bloodbath. Anyone the guy would see, whoosh! Their head's clean off!

I shudder, "Let's pray we don't run into anyone like that."

"Yeah that's for sure. By the way, what do you plan to do in the arena?" Dustin said to me.

"I can't tell you yet!" I joked.

But in reality, I had no plan. Other than to pray there's someplace to hide without killing anyone and somehow make my way through...