REALLY IMPORTANT WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS GORE, MENTIONS OF PLAYING HIDE AND SEEK INSIDE DEAD PEOPLE, ANIMAL CRUELTY AND VIOLENCE AGAINST CHILDREN. THAT'S NOT EVEN COUNTING THE CREEPINESS OF THE LITTLE KIDS.

CONSIDER JUST THIS CHAPTER 'M' RATED

Oh and if you spot a grammar or spelling mistake in any chapter, please tell me about it. I try to check it (and I spell things the British way so don't complain if it's that) but I like to update as soon as possible. So if you see any, tell me about it and I'll fix it, I want to make sure the story's as good as possible. I use spell check but that doesn't tell you when you're missing a letter if it's still a word. On that note, thanks Gary for pointing that out, I fixed that error.

In this chapter it's mostly intentional. It's also a bit shorter because these two are 12.

Making it clearer here: Fleur and Valentine are the same person. Fleur Valentine Beahr (and her mother) have multiple personality disorder. Fleur is the violent, creepy one while Valentine is the nice, babyish one.

Oh and Gary, that was so I could make her and Calvin more feasible best friends so Valentine is now totally nice, sweet and kind while Fleur is totally nuts and violence.

District 2: Calvin Emil

I'm happy this year. Normally the Reapings are so dull and all the big kids always push us around like they're the best.

Well this year I'm going to prove it to them. Finally Fleur and I are old enough to volunteer for the Hunger Games.

All that blood, all that pain. We always try to catch Verity but she always hides from me and she never fights back. It's so boring playing with Verity and she doesn't squeal when we cut her open. That girl, the one from the big house with the red roof, she could scream; squealing and screeching every time the knife touched her. I got to watch as her blood spilled down her arms and legs; it was fascinating watching the little red rivulets run from the gashes in her flesh.

Verity's cat was no fun to play with.

Fleur and I tried drowning the cat to see it take its last breaths as it struggled and its heart pulsed under my fingers. Fleur even stole one of her mother's kitchen knives and cut it open but its guts were too small, even cutting the heart in half didn't show us much of the inside bits. We'd always wanted to get to see a real heart but the cat's was so boring.

This year we were going to get some real human hearts from the Hunger Games. There would be so many humans running around, their hearts beating warm, red blood through their veins. We could cut them, watch the blood pour out of their veins, watch the fountains from the arteries and feel the beat of a human heart with our hands as we cut it open and watched the parts move under our fingers.

I wonder what would happen if we were to crush a lung or a kidney under our feet, would we be able to make it pop? Would the tributes still live if we played with their intestines? I think the big one should be long enough for skipping.

I don't think there's a better hiding spot for hide and seek than inside a dead person's skin. If you burn all of the organs, pull the brains out and make them into paste and twist the muscles into ropes, you could easily hide inside the skin and no one would ever see you.

Even Fleur couldn't catch me then.

The Reapings are about to start while Daddy sits in front of the television. He's watching the start of the Reapings because he doesn't have to come watch us. I want to see our new test subjects before I cut them open, but I need to go.

Daddy understands.

He knows what it's like to hear the screams and enjoy it.

He taught me the most valuable lesson I could think of; how good suffering feels.

When I grow up, I want to be just like him.

District 2: Fleur Valentine Beahr

I can't wait until the Reapings.

Calvin and I are finally going to get to see real human hearts. The cat's looked kinda funny; it was too small and there were all these other organs near it. In the Games there's going to be lots of different ones to see and cut up. I wanted to play with the little webbed bits but Calvin said we could find a bigger one and that would be even more fun.

I'm already in my favourite Reaping dress when I go downstairs for breakfast; we have a big house in the middle of District 2. It's pretty and the roof is light blue but Mama won't let me paint it red. I'm sure I could get enough blood with Calvin.

"Honey, are you looking forward to the Reapings?" Mama asked as she put slices of toast in the toaster.

"Yes, I can't wait to see the Games and all the blood. All those hear-" I try saying before Mama cuts me off.

"Tide turner, dearest. I honestly don't understand while that changes during the night."

Tide turner's my happy phrase. Sometimes Fleur comes out and she doesn't like being nice and her favourite colour is red. But I'm Valentine and I think it's a pretty name just like blue is the prettiest colour anywhere.

"I think Fleur likes the night time," I reply as I eat my toast after Mama cuts it into triangles.

"I suppose, Rachel likes the night time too," Mama says, she's Eli but sometimes Rachel likes to come out and play sometimes.

There's a knock on the door as Papa comes down the stairs still in his pajamas, "Papa, aren't you going to the Reapings?"

"This year you have to go by yourself or with Calvin because I think he's at the door," Papa replies as he takes my seat at the kitchen table.

"Doesn't Rachel mind?" I know Rachel doesn't like me going to places alone and she always goes with me everywhere. Fleur finds it annoying but I like spending time with Rachel, she always makes sure I know what to do.

'Rachel's having a nice sleep honey, now go on; you don't want to be late for the Reapings," Mama replies as she gives me a hug before I open the door to go to the Reapings.

Calvin's leaning against the wall in his best pants and a fancy shirt and he mutters, "Tide turner," as soon as I leave the house.

"I really don't get why they make that Valentine thing come out all the time," Calvin says as we start walking towards the main square. District 2 is one of the biggest districts and you can still see the mountains in the distance but Mama and Papa never let us try and find hearts in the woods.

"Maybe we should look at Mama and Papa's hearts!" I decide as we join the line of big Careers who think they're going to the Games.

"But then we'd miss the Games and there's… eleven times as many there," Calvin points out as I nod.

"Yeah, we need to make sure we get lots. Maybe they'll let us keep one as a present!"

Calvin:

At least Fleur's here with me as we get ready to volunteer for the Games; Valentine's so happy and boring. She doesn't even want to see blood and she won't play with Verity with me.

Sometimes Valentine even stops us from getting kitchen knives.

Delilah Dandelion is her usual cheery self as she skips onto the stage, her skin and hair still dyed the same horrible shade of neon yellow as her eyes. She's certainly a lot cheerier than the escorts in the bad districts like 11 and 12 and she rounds up her speech fast, she wants to see the volunteers too.

I glance at Fleur and check that Valentine hasn't come back as Delilah calls, "Let's go girls in 3, 2, 1, GO!"

Fleur sprints for the stage, the fight going on in the 16s to 18s is far away from her as she jumps onto the stage and calls, "Fleur Beahr," into the microphone in a sing-song voice that I love, especially while she's cutting things open.

"The name is here, folks, so let's welcome Fleur Va-" Fleur shook her head, "Fleur Beahr, everyone!" Delilah calls as she prepares the boys' volunteer bowl.

"Now for the boys! Come on volunteers in 3, 2, 1, GO!" she calls as I sprint for the stage.

A sixteen year old, probably a brother of another volunteer who watched Fleur volunteer beside me, tries to block my path but I just duck through his legs as I call, "Calvin Emil!" into the microphone before I even stop running.

The eighteen year old nearest the stage death stared me from the first stair on the side as I stuck my tongue out at him and grinned for the cameras. I didn't care if I looked crazy; this was my dream and maybe insanity would even work in my favour.

Fleur:

Calvin and I are holding hands as we walk to the Reapings. There's no way the Capitol's going to separate us; we're going to the Games together.

He doesn't seem nervous as his eyes slide sideways to look at me before staring back at our escort the delightful Delilah Dandelion. He's probably checking that Valentine's still securely locked up.

Don't worry Calvin; I'm not going to let that pacifist ruin my big day.

I don't even have to say it as Calvin nods slightly before Delilah calls, "Let's go girls in 3, 2, 1, GO!"

I've already let go of Calvin's hand as I sprint for the stage. It's even easier than I thought it would be, the older kids fight while I jump smartly onto the stage from the other side, covering my eyes from Delilah's hideous yellow outfit as I call my name into the microphone.

"The name is here, folks," she didn't believe I'd volunteered? How could she be such a dumb-dumb? "So let's welcome Fleur Va-,"I shook my head, she wasn't going to bring my little baby half into this, "Fleur Beahr, everyone!" Delilah calls before she collects the boys' volunteer bowl.

Delilah looks happy but I'm thinking about how horrible the yellow is. I like red, it's pretty like blood, and Valentine likes blue which is hideous, like our roof, but we agree we hate yellow. It's so not pretty.

Calvin's turn is up next as Delilah calls, "Now for the boys! Come on volunteers in 3, 2, 1, GO!"

He gets blocked for a moment by a huge sixteen year old and for a moment I'm scared I'll only see the pretty blood and hearts on my own when he ducks between the guys legs and jumps onto the stage, saying his name into the microphone.

I knew they couldn't beat Calvin.

She holds both our arms up as we smile at the cameras before we get led into the Justice Building.

Yay, I get to see the pretty blood soon.

Calvin:

No one comes to visit me in the Justice Building, but I don't care. I'm going to go see the hearts with Fleur in the big Capitol and when I come back, Daddy's going to see that I can be just like him.

Verity didn't visit me either.

I wanted to get some practice before I left but she didn't come visit me and the Peacekeepers didn't let me keep my knives. They were such big bullies. No one in the Capitol would take my knives.

Mother didn't visit me because she's dead.

I don't care; she always treated me like a baby. She was such a wimp, crying all the time. She should have taken the beating like everyone else did, she deserved it for being such a wimp but instead she gave up and died.

I was happy; I didn't want to live with a wimp like her.

I just crossed my arms and waited for all of Fleur's family to go and say goodbye to their precious little Valentine.

Valentine:

Mama and Papa were sobbing as they come into the Justice Building.

"Tide turner," Mama whispered as she came in and Fleur was locked up in the back of my mind, making me in my happy place.

I didn't get why Papa was crying, he made weapons for the Games so I could still see him in the big Capitol. Mama might not get to see me again soon so I know why she was sad.

"Darling, I know it was Fleur that did this, but you do understand the Games, yes?" Papa asks, breaking through his tears.

"Fleur wants to see yucky red stuff with Calvin," I reply, trying to show that I knew why I was going.

"Darling, people die in the Hunger Games. 24 people, 2 from each District go and kill each other and you and Calvin are going together. Only one person can survive," Papa explains, not even trying to hide his tears, "You have to win, Val, you have to come home."

"But what about Calvin?" I asked; they were getting me all confused.

"It doesn't matter about Calvin; all that matters is that you come home, safely to us!" Mama cries, still sobbing into my shirt as she pulls me into a tight hug.

"You mean Calvin or me are going to sleep forever?" I asked, scared now.

"Yes, darling, that's what I mean," Papa chokes.

"Why does Fleur want Calvin to die?" I was really scared, I didn't want to die, I wanted to see the pretty blue, I wanted to grow up and live in District 4 with the pretty blue of the ocean. I didn't want to die!

"I don't know darling, I really don't," Mama whispers as the Peacekeepers come to take them away. I'm scared; I don't want Mama and Papa to go before the scary Games!

"Tide turner!" shouts my father as the doors are dragged shut.

I don't get it.

Why would they want me out, they always want Valentine?

Unless they want me to kill.

I'd be only too happy to do so.

Blood was too pretty to be in people.

Calvin and Fleur are really 12 but I tried to make them seem younger and thus creepier. If you're an offended twelve year old (who probably shouldn't have read that) I'm not intentionally being derogatory to your intelligence as an age group.