Hey! Sorry that this is a sucky chapter. I promise the next one will be tons better! I just needed to post this so you knew what Dylan was like and I had to add some part on the train. But I promise the next one will be better and will have the other tributes in it :)
Max's POV
Dinner was freaking amazing! There was so much delicious food made, I had 9 helpings of all the food on the table. All the food was so freaking good! Everyone on the train stared at me like I was insane, because how much and how fast I ate. I didn't even snap at them. That's how good the food was. After I was done eating and Effie stopped staring at me in disgust, I went back into my room. I decided I should go for a quick fly before we got to the Capitol. When we get there we're probably not going to be allowed out of sight.
I locked my door to make sure no one comes in and realizes I'm not on the train, then opened up the window, took off my second layer of clothes revealing my wings, and jumped out the window. I unfurled my wings before I made impact with the ground. I caught the air current and started flying upwards, but I noticed Dylan waving at me through the window grinning like the idiot he was born to be. I gave him the finger and started flying up higher into the sky. It felt good to be in the open air once again.
Dylan's POV
Max ate dinner like a freaking pig. I swear to God she ate 9 whole servings of everything on the whole damn table before everyone else was not even half finished with their second helping. Effie looked completely grossed out by her eating habits. Not that I blame her, of course. It was pretty darn gross. Right after dinner Max barged away from the table and locked herself in her room. I think I knew what she was going to do.
"What's Max up to?" Haymitch asked me frowning. I sighed and shook my head. I didn't want to expose Max. She was way too much fun to mess around with.
"She's probably going to bed. That girl can sleep like a bird that has been flying all day long," I said, comparing her to what she is actually 2% of.
I sprinted into my room and looked out the train window to see Max in action. I had to wait a minute or 2, but then I saw a figure jump out the window and take to the sky. It was Max unfurling her wings for a fly. I grinned and started waving at her to get her attention. She saw me, gave me an angry glare, and gave me the finger. I laughed, amused at her gestures. Max really has some serious anger issues. I witnessed as she flew higher and higher into the sky until I couldn't make her out anymore. I turned away from the window to find Katniss folding her arms against her chest. I sighed.
"What's up Katniss?" I asked her, walking away from the window. She glared at me.
"Why were you staring out the window?" she asked me suspiciously. I sighed and shook my head.
"It was nothing. I was just staring at the landscape along the way to the Capitol," I lied. She saw right through my lie. Man, she's actually pretty damn good.
"No you weren't. You were waving and laughing at something outside," Katniss said and sat down on my bed. I followed her lead and sat down next to her on the bed.
"You caught me. I was waving at a bird that was flying by and I laughed when it hit the train," I lied, giving something similar to Max flying off the train and flipping me off. Katniss rolled her eyes.
"You would do that," she retorted unhappily. Wonder what's up with her.
"I see someone's in a bad mood," I teased her and she glared at me. Once again, a girl with freaking anger issues! What is up with District 12 female tributes and anger issues? I just don't freaking get it!
"You would be too if you're in the Hunger Games for the second time and you were set on saving your best friend at all costs," she said, finally saying what was on her mind. I sighed. Girls. They're so emotional, they get offended at every little damn thing.
"Know what Katniss? Why don't the 3 of us have an alliance? We could probably trick the Capitol. You are a genius, you know," I said complementing her and trying to get her spirits up. She stood up and glared heavily at me and tears started running down her face. Oh God. Here comes the emotional you-don't-understand speech. Hooray.
"You don't understand! I acted on impulse when I took the berries and look where this got me and Peeta. We're in the horrible Games again, and we're going to have to kill innocent people again. One of us is going to die, and it's not going to be Peeta. He deserves more than I do. He has a family that needs him. The Capitol won't hurt him. I was the one who pulled the berries, not him! If I died, all the torture I put on the Districts will stop. Peeta would be able to live a normal life and everyone would move on with life," Katniss yelled at me with tears streaming down her face and fire burning in her eyes. That girl has some darn spirit for sure, but is an emotional wreck. Yet again, all girls are emotional wrecks.
But what Katniss doesn't realize is that we have Max. Genetically enhanced, tough, and winged Maximum Ride. Max would be able to help Katniss, Peeta, and I get out alive and unharmed. Then all the blame of Peeta and Katniss escape would be put on Max. I couldn't tell Katniss, but she's not the sacrifice this time. Max is our one and only sacrifice.
"I do understand, and trust me on this one. The 3 of us will get out alive," I told her truthfully. There's no doubt about it. All we had to do was get Max to completely trust us. Then we would be saved. The Mockingjay will stay alive. By Max saving Peeta and Katniss, she saves the world.
Max's POV
After my six hour heavenly fly, I flew back into my room and landed on both my feet. I pulled my other layer of clothes over my wings and fixed my hair so it wasn't obvious I was flying.
Yet again, it wasn't obvious I had wings.
I unlocked my door and walked back into the dining room where Haymitch was reading a newspaper. When I walked into the room, he looked up at me and smiled.
"Hey what do you know, she's awake! The other kids are in the television room watching the recaps of the reapings from other districts. You should go join them and see what you're up against." Haymitch suggested to me. I did what he recommended and silently joined the awkward party in the TV room. No one spoke a word as I sat down, and we all watched the recaps together.
For the most part, this year's tributes were very sad. I mean, like c'mon! There was a freaking 80 year old woman in the Hunger Games. And she volunteered! And looking at the recaps, I noticed that Districts 1, 2, and 4 looked oddly prepared and most of them volunteered. Peeta told me those were career tributes who have trained their whole lives to participate in the games. What an amazing career path! The only 2 people who looked very promising were the District 4 male victor named Finnick Odair and the District 8 new tribute whose name is Fang Martinez. I decided I wanted those 2 for allies in the arena.
After watching the recaps and past Hunger Games, I went right to bed. I sprinted down the hall into my room and jumped on my bed. I swear the bed was as soft as a freaking cloud. Except it is not wet and you can't fall through it like actually clouds. I speak from experience. As soon as I made impact with the bed, I closed my eyes and fell into a wonderful deep sleep.