Lana Mason, 18

I stab the dummy in the heart with a sword. I picture the dummy as President Pitheart and I smile a devious smile.

I turn and slash two more dummies, imaging them as other powerful Capitol figures. Adrian Goldsmith, Calix Agnes, the list goes on. I do not stop until every dummy in the room is incapacitated.

Like many in Two, I have been training since I was a child to compete. Like many, I am ruthless, vicious, a killer. Unlike many, I do not see the Hunger Games to be a competition of honor. Unlike many, I do not worship the Capitol and their stupid laws.

I put my sword away, take a quick shower, and leave the training center. It's a beautiful day today, you could almost forget the horrors of the world.

I enter my house and go straight to my basement room. I see my easel is exactly where I left it. I admire my most recent painting, a beautiful natural scene, inspired by last year's arena. A beautiful scene, yet it became the graveyard of 23 others.

I walk to my closet and change from my training clothes to a floral dress. I brush my black hair out and put it up in a bun. I take a deep breath and go back upstairs.

I see my three siblings and my mother eating lunch at the table. I join them and we engage in a simple conversation. There's little fear on reaping day living in this district. I don't know how other district's children make it through this day.

Senna, Conner, Adrian and I all walk together to the reapings. We all sign in together and make our way to the appropriate sections, Conner in the back, Senna and Adrian somewhere in the middle, and me in the front. If I had a knife, I could hit each and every one of those sitting on the stage.

Our newest escort struts onto stage. It's his first year and he was given one of the best districts, it's safe to say he's extremely pleased.

"Thank you all for joining us today!" Like we had a choice. I tune out the speech, the video, and only pay attention when he draws a name from the bowl.

"Our female tribute is, Lana Mason!" I tilt my head with confusion and step onto stage.

I hear a volunteer from the crowd. I've seen her in training, and I know I'm better.

When she starts to walk up the stairs I put my hand on her chest. When she tries to push past me, I shove her to the ground.

"I will be the female tribute for District Two." I say into the mic. The volunteer backs up, scared.

At least my training has not been for nothing.

Chaze Unger, 18

My eyes flutter open and I feel Brettany move next to me. I roll and wrap my arms around her, kissing her back. She turns to look at me.

"Good morning." Her smile makes me smile. I have the most beautiful fiancee in the district.

She sits on the side of the bed and looks out the window to the other houses in Victor's Village. I stand up and hug her.

"When I return, we'll have our very own house. How does that sound?" I smirk and she nods.

"Please return. I need you to."

"You know I will." I say. She pulls away from me and shuts the bathroom door. I'm tempted to follow her, but I give her space. We had planned our wedding to be today, but my father did not want me distracted for the reapings. I think she's also worried I will follow my brothers footsteps. While he competed ten years ago, she still worries I will have the same fate as him.

I hear the shower turn on and I go to my dresser to find reaping clothes. I put on a red dress shirt with some black cargo shorts. My blonde hair compliments my face. I will not struggle with sponsors.

The shower stops and Brettany enters our bedroom wrapped in a towel. She finds a short white dress and I help her change. She looks stunning, and I tell her so.

We walk downstairs to join my father and brother in the kitchen. Little Cazzon perks up when he sees me. I give him a tight hug.

"Will you train me when you return? Please?" He asks me, eyes wide. I smile and nod.

"You'll be my protégée." His face lights up and I pat his back.

We sit down to eat lunch. Despite his losses, my father stays tough. Him and I run through what I need to remember and I pass with ease.

"Do not underestimate your opponents. Do not end up like Caze." Caze, my older brother. He got second place to the girl from Four. I'll never forget that year, how mad I was. How much of a disgrace he was to our family, our reputation. He tore our family apart, my mother couldn't handle the grief. Now we're left to deal with the consequences.

"I won't. You have my word." And I mean it.

I help him clean up and the four of us walk to the square together. My family departs to stand on the outside as Brettany and I sign in. The crowd's energy is high, everyone is excited for reaping day in Two.

I kiss Brettany goodbye as the escort calls our female tribute, a girl named Lana Mason. She refuses a volunteer. I've seen her in training, she is pretty good. But of course, I am better.

I don't hesitate. I jump straight onto that stage with my winning smile.

"Chaze Unger, and I volunteer." The escort claps.

"Marvelous! Please give a round of applause for your District Two tributes, Lana Mason and Chaze Unger!" We shake hands and let the Peacekeepers guide us to say goodbye.

Brettany is the first to visit. Her head is low and her face is sad. I hug her tight and she holds out her hands. Inside them is a gold chain.

"Your token, for the arena." I smile and let her put it over my head.

"Promise you'll come back to me?" She asks.

"Of course I will." I smile at her. She weakly smiles back before exiting the room.

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