I watched the screen as the girl from Twelve stepped up in place of her sister and the crowd salute her. She wore a single braid through her dark brown hair. She looked an awfully like me, only taller.

"Easy kill." Cato chuckled.

I nodded in disagreement. I could tell she was not going to be your normal tribute from Twelve. She had a look in her eye that was like no other. She was trouble. Sure, she hadn't had the training I have had, but she had something to hide. Something that may try to take my life.

I didn't say anything to Cato though, I just kept watching. When the video had gotten to Five, I grabbed the files Enobaria had given me. I opened Four's file. The boy's paper was first. Percy Misphield was his name. He was twelve and completely useless. I threw him paper to the ground without even reading it. The girl's name was Aqua something. Nothing to impressive, so I put it back in the file.

After that, I looked at One's. I opened it to see a picture of an ugly blonde. She had braces, red blemishes, and a huge nose. Her name was just as bad, Glimmer Shinebright. One is called the District of Luxury, not District of Intelligence for a reason. She her forte was hand-to-hand combat apparently. We will see. The boy was Marvel Granite, another dumb name. He was fairly attractive with short brown hair and blue eyes like Cato's. He was a spear thrower.

One and Two were automatically in the Career alliance. Often, Four joined them. This year, Four would not be joining them. Usually, the alliance is useless. They stay together for a few days, go on a killing streak, then turn against each other when the Games near the end. Rarely did the alliance benefit anyone. It usually ended you up dead or injured from fighting the others.

"Well, looks like we have an alliance." I sighed and threw the files at Cato.

"I want the boy from Three to join us." He said with all seriousness. Before I could say anything he said," Stop, don't talk. He's smarter than you and I will ever be. When his name was called at the Reaping, he hand his mom a thing with a bunch of wires. He's no fighter, but maybe we can use the Capitol's technology against the tributes."

"Cato you're a genius. Seriously. "

I was shocked. This kid was probably 5'8, skinny, with long dark brown hair. He didn't look like anything special. I would have killed him first if it weren't for Cato, but he could be a real asset.

Cato opened One's file. " Damn."

"Please, don't tell me you think she's hot." I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, no. She's so ugly. That's what I meant. Look at her pose, she thinks she's hot!" Cato flashed the file toward me and we had a good laugh at her picture.

"We are here!" Znon walked into the train car, her hair almost to tall to fit through the door. "Are we ready? We are going to see your stylists. Parade is in six hours.

We unloaded the train underground. We took a short elevator ride up. When the doors open, Cato and I looked out into what looked like a hospital. The floors were granite and the ceiling was mirrored. It was a long hall with room like things to each side. Twenty-four total. The rooms were open in the front, separated by white cabinets. In the middle of the cabinets sat a long, metal table.

Upon taking one step out of the elevator, Cato and I were grabbed and dragged separate ways. I was injected with something before I could completely lay down on the table they brought me to. I felt myself getting drowsy. The last thing I saw was my reflection on the ceiling mirrors.