Hey tributes. It's me back again with another author's note. Please bear with and read it all, I hope I answer all flaws in my plot, however if I do not, please don't hesitate to review a question which I will answer or PM me! Both of which I will answer. I also have to specify that if you have a tribute to submit, you send them to my personal inbox as It is against the regulations of Fan fiction to have people reviewing in answer to a chapter(I.E adding in an OC) So thank you once again tributes, and please keep sending them in, they are awesome.

Okay so I realised as I was reading it, that some of my plot didn't make sense, let's review:

The Games are set when Katniss didn't go back into the Arena, the Quarter Quell went ahead and Abby's Sister Honey was chosen in the 77th Hunger games. Therefore it being the 78th Hunger Games.

I wanted to make it that they had a few years to get married and everything, so that's why it's been 4 years after Katniss/Peeta's games.

Katniss and Peeta did go ahead and get married, for the Cameras.

They are both now Mentors. Haymitch decided to take this year off so Abby and Blake got the pleasure of having Katniss and Peeta for Mentors

Okay. So keep in mind I wrote this before I read Catching fire and Mockingjay, so that's why the timeline looks messed up, and that's why some things seem similar to the actual book.

It's an AU. I will be stating that.

I haven't continued because I need tributes, I need them desperately. I need them by the End of April by the latest, after then I will be making them myself.

I need bloodbath tributes, people to die in the blood bath.

Personal information about my tribute Abby is on my biography, so is the current tribute list and the template for entering tributes, remember to check that out.

Other than that, I hope you enjoy my story, remember to review as reviews mean SO much to me and I love speaking with my fans, if you have any criticism don't forget to tell me, and I will try to correct whatever it is that you think I did wrong. Please be detailed with your tribute application as I will need specific things to mention, such as weapons, tribute parade outfit, and the interview outfit and what you said at the interview which gives insight into the characters, however please do avoid cliché, a little bit of cliché is nice, but please have background to characters instead of making them nothing, but heartless killers. So far I have one tribute that dies in the bloodbath(Technically not) but it still counts, and I need 7more to die in the bloodbath, these don't have to be massively detailed but please make them significantly so, so that I can recall names, and outfits, and give a proper representation for them dying. I Know I'm not allowed to write a new chapter without adding some official content, so I will now. Please bear with me as I don't have that much time to write anything anymore as I'm coming up to exams. So uploading may be slow.

"NO, NO NOOOO!" I awoke with a scream, sitting bolt upright in my bed. I sit up so fast that I hear my neck click. I groan in pain, sighing as I run my hand through my hair, I look out over the train compartment.

I'm alone in my compartment again, the second night I've had to spend here; apparently the train had to stop to refuel and broke down. I scoffed at this, looks like everything isn't perfect in the capitol after all...

Another dream, even these were making me feel homesick, I remember it vividly; another slice, another chop, another hack. It was me in the games, in Honey's place, me stumbling around blindly, crying out for a person who would never come back for me. It was me who clasped blindly at my so called lover as he stuck a knife through my throat, and I could feel the pain, the sharp stab of the blade entering my already weeping throat, the warm feel of blood as it swept over my body. It was too real.. too real.

I couldn't do these games, the thought swept over me faster than I could have imagined, and it closed on me, the walls clamping down on me, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't breathe! I tried to make myself smaller so that it would finally go away, but I know that it was hopeless, I needed air. I couldn't breathe!

I knew I wasn't being televised here, I could open the compartment and… And just jump. No-one would know.

I cursed myself for being so weak; I promised Freddy I'd go back to him, didn't I? Oh God. I couldn't even remember that, everything was going around my head, making me feel dizzy, I feel sick and I rush to the bathroom, to throw up what little I had, I didn't eat dinner that night, I doubt my dad did either.

Stumbling to the door on weak legs I pull it open, coming face to face with an Avox, she tilted her head in concern and I scowled. She was happy, she was happy I was going to die, she watched people come in here, year after year and still she didn't care, she watched people die.

And suddenly, I wasn't angry at the girl, I was angry at the capitol, I was angry at Snow, I was angry at everyone. I wanted it to end, and quickly, I ran to the door and yanked it open, running down the corridor until I reached the main door opening, and I yanked it open, the train spewing up stones in my face and I put my hand up to protect me. I planned to jump, to end it all so I could die my own way, and show the capitol they didn't own me.

I took a deep breath, whispered a quick love you message to my family and jumped. Or, at least I thought I did, as soon as I moved forward a horrifying power force slammed me into the opposite wall, a force field. I cursed again, rubbing my aching head from contact.

"Having fun?" I hear Peeta's voice call from beside me and I jump, clambering to my feet as he closes the door. "You won't kill yourself like that, there's no way they'll fall for something that stupid, after last year. I scowl at him and he sighs. "You know Abby? I'm disappointed in you; you have a chance to return home, to family and still... Still you think that it's more worthy to end your life." I look towards the floor ashamed, easy for him to say, he already survived.

"I know right? Easy for me to say, I already survived this. But honestly Abby, These games, as horrid as they are, if you win, they could help you and your district out immensely. Our money is bound to run out sooner or later, and I have a feeling that you have a chance to win, you're stubborn right. Good. You'll need it." I scowl, his tone strangely emotionless, yet still captivated you, with the way he makes sentences flow, almost like an artist painting a picture, you just had to listen, to whatever he was saying, and somehow he made you believe him.

I shake my head and go to turn away. "You know, I only survived because Katniss saved me, if it wasn't for her I didn't think I had a reason to come home." He sighs; shoving his hands in his pockets and leaves the compartment.

Running a hand through my hair I hurry to the table and sit down at my place, I see Blake looking at me, his eyes running over me as if wondering why I was late. I brush it off quickly, and scoop some food onto my plate, eating it slowly and meaningful, I knew Capitol food was Glorious and I wanted the feeling to last.

After my scrumptious meal of Chicken wrapped in ham, lightly spiced on a bed of mashed potato and herbs, with vegetables the size of tomatoes and some delicious gravy on the side to finish the meal. I felt sick, such rich food had no place on a tongue as poor as mine, but yet I still managed to stumble to my room, after many groans and slamming into the wall, then I ran into an arm.

"Oof. Watch where you're leaning" I state immediately and hear a heart stopping chuckle from a body above me, I gulp down and turn to him. "Uh... H-Hi." I stutter out, I haven't spoken to Blake since the reaping, and yet here he is, outside my compartment. "Hi." He says back, his breath tickling the my neck as he whispered in my ear, standing close enough to be sinful, before grabbing me by the back of the neck and crushing his lips onto mine, my eyes widen as he backs me against the train wall. I instantly respond to the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck and going up on tiptoes to kiss him back, it feels just as amazing as the first, my hands going to mix into his hair, his hands moving to my back, it's amazing, like fireworks exploding behind my eyes as I'm forced to close them. I want to stay like that forever, but unfortunately, he has to pull away for air, so I stand, watching him and panting from the intense make out session.

I look at him, wiping away his saliva from my mouth. "I had to do that again, even if it is once more." He says softly, solemnly, and then he moves away back towards his room, leaving me dumbstruck, standing in the hallway.

I raise my fingers to my lips and touch the puffy surface, before smiling softly and heading back to my room, closing the door behind me and clambering into bed.

"I'm not afraid anymore. I'm bringing myself home for you Freddy." I state as I watch the ceiling, the dancing lights, and the magical scene of the seam dancing above me. "Just you wait and see"

Sorry this is so short; I don't have much writing mojo without the completed tribute form, so please, please, please send me in tributes so that I can continue writing this story, Remember the deadline and it doesn't matter if they aren't completely detailed. Remember the points I made above. I love writing for you guys and I love hearing suggestions for what I should write, any plots you want me to make into a fan fiction? If so, please let me know. Thanks again.
The deadline is the end of April.

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