I walk with my head held high towards the Justice Building ready to get these goodbyes over with. I am led into a small room and take a seat on a couch and wait. Isadora is going to be in hysterics when she comes to say her goodbyes. I'm the reason why the rest of our family is dead and now here I am about to throw away my own life leaving her alone.

The door bursts open and a crying Isadora enters the room. "What the hell Zane! What were you thinking volunteering? Why wouldn't you tell me this is what you were planning to do instead of blindsiding me like that!" She screams at me while tears stream down her face.

I just look at her with empty eyes, "This is just something I have to do," I say in an emotionless voice.

"No its not! You think this is what mom and dad would want!" She continues to yell.

"They can't want anything since their dead remember," I answer her.

She looks at me with something that can only be classified as hate, "Yeah and whose fault is that! You're just being selfish. Throwing away your own life isn't going to bring them back!"

I stand up and glare at her," Isadora if you know what's best for you you will back off now and just leave," I say flatly.

"Fine," She looks at the ground and rubs the scar that runs the length of her collarbone. A constant reminder of what I am capable of becoming. She turns and leaves without another word. I sit back down on the couch and stare up at the ceiling counting the second that seem to drag on by. I could win these games. I have what it takes. I've been training my entire life and I've killed before. I'm a monster who lives without remorse. The real question is however would I really want to be crowned victor.

I hear the door open again and don't even bother looking up since I know it will only be a Peacekeeper coming to retrieve me. I stand up and walk towards the train station. I keep my head held high and grin. I look at a television screen where I am being shown and I'm pleased with what I see. My eyes look wild and the grin I wear almost looks bloodthirsty. Perfect might was well play up the image I am so well known for.

I watch as Scarlett arrives at the platform not even bothering to hide her tears. Weak and pathetic that's what she is. I need to start planning strategy. Maybe I could use her. If she's really as weak as she looks I'm sure she would want to ally with someone like me. A million ideas run through my head as I am led onto the train. I walk away from everyone else over to a window and watch as the train speeds away leaving the ocean behind us.

"I'm going to miss the ocean," I hear someone say quietly behind me. I turn around and see Scarlett standing there her face strained with tears. I shrug and turn my attention back towards the window.

She sighs, "You don't have to act like this, so distant. I know were both going to be thrown into the arena soon, but it would be nice to have a friend in those last few days," She says weakly.

I turn back to face her, "Don't think that I have no idea what angle your playing at. The sweet weak little girl who only wants to be friends, but who will turn around and stab me in the back without hesitation and leave me to die, am I right?"

She shakes her head, "No that's not it Zane. I always heard stories about you and I always wondered if maybe you were just misunderstood and alone and I thought I may at least make an effort to reach out before we die, but I can see that you would rather I just turn around and leave you alone with your thoughts." All I do is nod and she finally gives up and walks away to talk to our mentor.

After a few more moments of gazing out the window taking in the details of the landscape that seems to rapidly change every time I blink my eyes someone interrupts my thoughts. "Zane Swansea the monster of District 4 how interesting this shall turn out to be," I

turn around slightly and see our mentor Brynn Cohen. He won back when he was only thirteen. Nobody expected him to be much but once he got his hands on a cross bow no other tribute stood a chance. I look at him, but say nothing.

"We need to discuss strategy if you wouldn't mind and come take a seat for a few moments," He says as he gestures towards a dining table over flowing with food. I stay in silence and walk over and take a seat across from Brynn and wait for him to start talking. "I feel like we could really get you plenty of sponsors if we play up this whole insane angle," He starts to go on, but I cut him off.

"It is not an angle. What I am is not a choice," I say.

"Yeah okay sure it's not, but that's beside the point. The capitol people would love to see someone like you turn out to be ruthless and,"

Again I cut him off. "Someone like me?" I growl and stand up. "I'm glad that you see all of this as nothing, but a joke! I don't want to talk strategy I'm going to win this on my own if I have to!" I yell and turn and storm down out of the compartment.

I walk almost blindly repeating to myself over and over, "Calm down. Just calm down. Stay in control." I slump down against a wall and rest my head in my hands. "Calm down, calm down." I mutter over and over.

Soon enough this will all be over. Soon enough I no longer will have to worry about losing control.