This is the final chapter of the first day of training and I think the first day will be the longest methinks... But I hope you're all enjoying it so far and although I can't promise: I think it will get much better! And extremely more violent... Little warning, as always Seraphine appears with an awful attitude and a potty mouth ;) Cause she really is a Classy Bird!

And we're getting some of our bitch Ruby, who'll be doing her rounds...

So on with the show...

Back again,

Seraphine Connolly, District 7.

Shit me, I thought all this bloody drama would wait until we're trapped in the arena but no: A day in the training centre is turning into a day at the theatre and it is really pissing me off. I swear, we're called tributes not thespians and yeah I fucking hate the Capitol more than anyone but I feel like slapping some sense into everyone. I mean, I'd love to cause a kerfuffle and blatantly piss off every Gamemaker before ripping off President Snow's head and shitting down his neck but I'm not stupid. Yes, I am rash and my attitude stinks at times but I seem to possess something that a lot of the other tributes don't: A shred of self preservation or self control, although I only have that at times. Even I have enough common sense to know that by pissing off the Gamemaker's with all this fighting and clapping business is just going to ensure we have an even more fucking shitty time in the arena; so don't mind me for not whooping for joy. I can kiss my little fantasies of sunbathing by the Cornucopia and somehow obtaining a tan on my startlingly pale porcelain skin goodbye. To say we're all about to have to fight tooth and claw for our lives but some smart asses seem to think that aggravating the people who quite literally hold our lives in their hands, or the control room the specific details right now are completely irrelevant, is a smart move.

I suppose it is to my advantage that a fair few of my opponents are quite obviously brainless morons. Once that fight broke out I wasn't one of those fools running around like headless chickens, honestly you didn't need to be there to see how bad it was, the girl was carried out and if I had to guess I'd say the poor bitch is dead: She was all limp and pale, pretty grim but I suppose I'll be seeing sights which are ten times more fucked up than that so I'd better be getting used to it. Poor bird though, she was only telling that total dickhead about himself: Doing him a favour if you ask me, the arrogant bastard needed a good old dose of reality to bring him back down to the Earth. If I weren't expected to kill the girl pretty soon then I would of tipped my hat to her but either way this shit turns out I'm gonna hit that bloody dick from 8 like a tonne of bricks, but as I've been reminding my doofus district partner: I'm not here to make friends who I'm eventually gonna have to kill in cold blood but I am a little smug about everything that has unfolded because I thought that it would be me if anyone who started any fights, see that's an example of my mythical self control. There are a few berks in this room that I wouldn't mind ploughing like a stream train but I'll fuck them up in the arena when it's actually legal, and I sure as hell won't be just cutting them with an arrow: I'll be kicking them in the ass so hard that my foot will come out their mouths.

You know what I think: If the Capitol seriously want entertainment then they should definitely broadcast these training sessions, it's like I've stepped back in time to one of those ridiculous soap opera things with all the fighting and the tiresome cliché's of the underdogs banding together and all that unity shit. Fucking as pointless as an oven made of chocolate isn't it? There is only one Victor, so we're all in it for ourselves so why add to the drama by being all friendly and that when you'll stab each other in the back at the drop of a hat. Just adds to the drama doesn't it? And the Capitol loves them some drama, so in the end all this deceit and shit just pleases the Capitol and you can kiss my ass if I'm going to get all friendly with some random to please the Capitol. The bastards have practically ruined my life. The funny thing was that I was actually enjoying myself today before the shit hit the fan, I was right that the Hunger Games would be some hardcore physical therapy; I think I've burned a little of my rage. I survey the things that were once humanoid dummies although they now have their innards spilt across the training centre floor along with chunks of their fibreglass casing, this is only a tiny portion of the disaster I will leave in my wake when I roll on into the arena; the only friend I'll need is a faithful axe, I think I'll name her 'Slasher Sue' or some other gory, yet equally stupid, name like 'Cleaver Claire'.

I've always been bloody stumped why District 7 is running so low on the ground in terms of Victors, we're the bloody home of lumberjacks for Christ's sake; even though I'm a 'dainty little doll', everyone else's words not mine, I've been swinging an axe for as long as I can remember: I could chop down a 6' bloke without misplacing one of my wild ginger curls on my pretty little head. I turn back to another dummy and pluck up the axe I've been wielding all day, aptly name 'Timmy the Training Terror'; he's a good one. Being lightweight allows me to swing quickly, but dual wield if necessary and then he is as sharp as anything: Dainty but deadly, the same could be said about me. I swing Timmy over my head and the steel edge slices through the neck, I pull it out and I'm a bit disappointed it didn't take the head clear off. That's gone and pissed me off so I swing my foot round and knocking the head clean off so it goes rolling along the floor; Score, seems I'm pretty strong for someone who is practically a midget. Always knew that beating the shit out of trees would benefit me somehow apart from cutting my knuckles into ribbons, but as soon as my quasi good mood appeared it packed up its bags and fucked right off. I've got bloody company.

"That was rather impressive for someone who is untrained. You have great potential and I may have a proposition that is mutually beneficial for the both of us. Oh and the name is Ruby Ashford if you didn't already know." I didn't know her name, I've been referring to her as the Bimbo Diamond and I couldn't care less if she's called because Ruby or bloody Ursula but I keep my mouth shut. Because although I suspect she is an uber sneaky bitch and grade A ho on show, she's attempting to be diplomatic with a snarky smile on her full, red lips and her sparkling emerald eyes wide so I may as well return the favour. I nod my head in acknowledgement but don't say anything because I'd probably just tell her to do one but she takes the gesture as a sign to keep talking and I genuinely feel like stamping on my own foot. She shakes her long mahogany hair from in her face and just proves she is nout all but the brainless twat I thought she was.

"Well as you may know, the tributes of the most illustrious districts of Panem; namely those of 1, 2 and 4 band together in an alliance but this year we've decided we may actually extend an invite to tributes from other, outlying districts to join us. It is a great opportunity and I definitely think you should accept this offer, I mean it truly is a once in a life time kind of deal." She gives a breathy laugh at her shit joke about how we're all going to die, and a smirk finds its way onto her stupidly beautiful face. I swear to whatever dude with a beard is hiding up in the sky that I'll wipe that smug smirk right off her face, what an obnoxious bitch. Have I got a red neon sign hanging over my head that flashes 'Hey I'm A Psychotic Killer, Recruit Me Into Your Motley Crew Of Future Mass Murderers', I believe the word for her behaviour is presumptuous, I'm fucking insulted by her offer and all I want to do is tell her to shove it right up her pert ass. But this bitch is still masquerading as some sort of diplomat so I'd better try it to, I gnaw on my lip as I consider my words and she nods encouragingly.

"Yeah, about that little offer; I think I'm going to have to decline but thanks for asking. But can I ask what possessed you to think I'd want to join?" Okay, that was diplomatic for me even though I couldn't stop the snarky remark but some things never change. I think it's kind of funny how quickly her demeanour switches, from the smiley bint trying to make me skip off into the sunset with the careers to some kind of medusa who is trying to intimidate me. Let me just say that if looks could kill I'd be six feet under seeing as she is glaring at me through her narrowed eyes. But really, does she expect me to cower in fear by cocking her leg and putting her hand on her hip; this is the Hunger Games not a bloody models runway. If she wanted to intimidate me she should have stuck her dukes up.

"I seriously urge you to consider, you volunteered for this after all and you will survive longer if you have allies." Her voice is what I suppose would be a menacing hiss but I find it about as scary as a tap dancing pig, but I fold my arms across my chest and glare right back at her even though she dwarfs me with those long legs. Screw being short, she'll be shorter than me when I chop her legs from her in a minute if she does not back off and scuttle back off to her fucking 'allies' who she'll be trying to kill in a matter of days. Allies my ass, I pull myself to my full height to let her know that I don't give a flying fuck about her barely concealed threats.

"Right, I've tried being patient with your skinny ass but you are grating on my last nerve. Yes, I volunteered to be here but not for the fame, the glory or some twisted need to mutilate children. I did it so a little girl wouldn't be stuck here with sadistic bastards like yourself who gain some hedonistic pleasure from slaughtering 12 year olds, so I seriously urge you to fuck right off before I show you a proper smack down. I'm gonna stick this out alone, so take your little offer and ram it where the sun don't fucking shine." I stop to take some deep breaths, shit me this bitch is dancing along a fine line because I want nothing more than to just pummel her in her pretty face and mash up that perfectly straight nose of hers. I start counting to ten as Ruby bristles like a cat, seems the feeling is mutual and she wants to tear me a new asshole. Whereas she was all about trying to administer subtle threats to coerce me into doing what she wants, I'm all about putting it all up front.

"Okay then 7, it seems you have made up your mind and even though you've made the wrong decision. I should respect that, but let me tell you now dearest: Today you've made an enemy, and I am not the girl to be trifled with because it never ends too for people who cross me." Bitch. See's that the threats are no longer veiled, but I prefer it that way: Mind games and things with double meanings really piss me off; I'd like to see her try and 'end' me because I would fuck her up. She turns and struts back over to that twat from 4, Kai. I just giggle to myself, I actually tried to avoid drama but it comes to find me any way. Oh well fuck it, and Ruby 'tit face' Ashford can bring it on because I am ready and rearing to go. I'll see that bitch in the arena, and we'll see if she's such a complete ho when I knock her clean out. I turn back to the dummies and pick up good ole Timmy and begin to hack away, I swear that this is the best ever way to vent my frustration.

I glance around the room, everyone is doing their own little thing but one person is trying to catch my eye: Asher, the bloody smiling oaf who still seems to be radiating that aura of bloody optimism even though he is stuck in a room with currently 20 people who are more than likely gagging to kill him. Bloody fool though he is I can guarantee it won't be me to top the suck up however annoying I can find him at times, for the past three days that goofy has been like a bloody tumour: I don't want him but he continues to grow on me. He is smiling and mouths the words 'You okay?', so he did notice my tiny run in with Queen Bitch I just shrug my shoulders before throwing my axe and watching as it sinks into the target with an immensely satisfying clunk. I turn back to Asher and he flashes me a smirk and gives me the thumbs up, I just roll my eyes and flash him the V's.

Kai Thallasa, District 4.

"...how could she refuse? Maybe I should have gone to talk to her myself, since I'm not as incompetent as you am I? Fucking hell, five of us are not a career alliance. We need to find another candidate but she is pretty skilled, not trained but even I admire her tenacity. She could be a perceivable threat and we need to make sure she is eliminated as soon as that gong rings. Do you understand me Ruby?" My voice is but a whisper, cold and emotionless but it has the desired effect: Ruby is eyeing me and although it isn't with fear as I would've preferred but her sole focus was on me and for now that will do. Her eyes are narrowed in a way I understand, a quietly seething rage is boiling beneath the surface; she is eager for this to begin and it is a shame that she'll have to die. We're kindred spirits in a sense, ruthless and eager to annihilate any competition that stands in our way; but there is only one Victor and that title is mine and can only be mine alone.

She's rather attractive too, and I'm rather sure we could elevate one another into realms of pleasure we've never experienced. I may not associate with my emotions but I am still a man and I can appreciate the female form and I intend to do a lot more than appreciate Ruby's form. My shrewd gaze travels the length of her body zoning in on every delectable curve; soon enough I'll be making her scream my name, that simple thought brings a sly smirk onto my handsome face. Ruby eyes flicker with recognition, she knows that I was 'checking her out' and a seductive groan escapes her lips as she catches her plump lower lip between her pearly white teeth. She's a smart girl because she knows she cannot compete with my physical brawn so she is employing her sensuality to do the job. She raises her eyebrow before leaning towards me, dragging her nails down my forearm.

"Put your eyes back in Kai, you can do whatever we like once we're finished here. She refused because she has what people call a 'moral compass' which you and I both know makes her weak and will be what gets her killed. Even if she is a perceivable threat in your eyes. If you want to be the one to take down that brat from your district that is fine with me but that bitch from 7 is my kill, no questions asked. I will make her regret the day she made Ruby Ashford her enemy. As for the alliance, I don't trust one of them apart from Nicoli who is too simple to understand the concept of betrayal but that pair from 2 will stick together. We need to eliminate them as quickly as possible, so as for whomever we're going to bring into the alliance it needs to be someone easily controlled. Brawn but no brains, that's why I objected to you wanting to draft in that girl: She may be as dumb but it'd be easier to maintain control over a raging bull. Kai, we're the puppeteers not the puppets." I am lost for words, entranced by whatever it is that this girl seems to be projecting. As well as being beautiful she has a particular way with words and a mind as sharp as a spear head which is why I consented to listen to her seemingly endless monologue; I couldn't have chosen a better lieutenant, she spins the political web while I am the spider who'll feed on the unsuspecting prey. A bloodthirsty smile curls the corners of her lips, I may actually respect this vicious harpy but I will not be underestimating her however much she files her nails and bats her eyelids. She is already marked as my greatest opponent, a definite threat.

"You're right Ruby, we don't need someone who would question my authority; and yes it would ideal to get a mindless brute but be realistic. How will we control whoever it is? And who do you think we should recruit?" She takes a moment to think about what I've said, a contemplative expression resting upon her striking features before a sultry grin and steps closer to me so that her body presses against mine before leaning up to whisper in my ear; her voice husky and breathy.

"Kai, you are extremely self-disciplined despite your thirst for blood; but even someone like you who is as cold as an iceberg is effected by me, teenage hormones are a weapon to be used against people. Whoever it is will be eating out of my hand, believing every whispered lie and raised as a lamb to slaughter; on your orders of course. The boy from 8, his little spectacle earlier shows his strong but he is rash and doesn't think things through seeing as he and the 9 cripple will be facing severe repercussions for going against the Capitol's orders. Plus he is vain, trust me it will work." Ruby should be a politician, every manoeuvre is well thought out and I nod along with her; I respect someone who can exploit a situation but I don't like the idea of the 8 boy touching Ruby. I don't even like the girl, but she is my territory until I decide otherwise, I just nod my head and gesture for Ruby to leave. She leans up and kisses me on the cheek before strutting away, but as I watch her go I realise that whereas I am not afraid of the Hunger Games; I will bask in the glory when I emerge Victor but factoring in this game I'm playing with Ruby and my confidence seems to wane slightly. If at any moment I show a shred of weakness, she will pounce of it like a panther and exploit it. She will exploit me, and I acknowledge that there is a slight chance that the girl will be my undoing.

I turn back towards the targets, each one skewered as I will skewer anyone unlucky enough to cross my path once we step from that podium and the bloodbath begins. Each target is representative of each life I will end, each light of life I will extinguish. There weakness is my strength, I will eradicate Panem of these pathetic beings who think they can compare to the likes of me and I will be honoured for it. Kai Thallasa will be honoured for quenching the thirst to indulge in his most brutal fantasies, to physically take another's life. To be God, and there is no greater feeling than this to know that in a matter of days all of my wildest dreams will be coming true. I snatch a spear from the rack where they're held before weighing it in my hands: It's heavy and will require a lot of force to fly over long distance and the wider shaft will make it more difficult to be precise in terms of aims. It is a tool of mutilation, not the bearer of a quick death and that brings a savage grin to my face; not many could use this weapon, it requires strength as well as skill to hit a target but I am not one of many. I am Kai and I have plenty of both, I grasp it in my hand before bringing it back and throwing it towards the target with as much force as I can muster. The spear rips through the air, the whistle like music to my ears as in a matter of days it will be the signal of death. When the spear hits the target it doesn't stop, it tears right through and crashes into the wall with a thud that reverberates throughout the room.

All sound, all motion. Everything freezes as if time itself has stopped; I turn to survey the room. Most are frozen in unadulterated fear, eyes wide and their mouths hanging agape. Others are staring at me with what can only be called awe; I am gripped in the talons of euphoria as I breathe in the heady scent of their fear and their jealousy. I am the cause of it, and I know then that I am a God amongst mortals; I see it in their eyes that they know I am the Victor, the looks of defeat are like a lovers caress to my ego. With all eyes on me, I rip my shirt off and raise both arms above my head in the traditional stance showing victory. Fear, admiration and lust are drugs to me and standing here in the wake of my own power, my own superior skill is providing me with the fix I hadn't realised that I needed. I am returned to my senses as I hear the bell ring to signify the end of our first day of training and I couldn't be more gleeful that the last thing to stick in their pathetic minds was my obvious superiority in every aspect; they may have seen Nicoli dancing around like a fool and his elaborate swordplay; they may have seen the two tributes fighting like pack animals but I know for a fact that the thing that will haunt their nightmares tonight will be the flight of that spear. Their imaginations will run wild as they see it crash through their ribcage, spilling their guts against the arena floor and splashing their blood against the arena walls. Nothing pleases me more.

I head towards the elevator while everyone else still stands there, immersed in their shock and afraid to move. The way it should be, as I enter the elevator I hear everyone who remained in the training centre scramble from their stations and scuttle towards the elevator but eventually it quietens down when I realise that nobody wants to share an elevator with me. Rather than feeling hurt from the isolation I rejoice in the fact that they are too petrified to be alone in an enclosed space, terrified of what I could do to them and it's true: I could dispose of any one of them without breaking a single bead of sweat. I press the button for floor 4 and as the doors close I just lean back against the wall thinking about today truly was a day well spent: Securing the leadership of the Career alliance, plotting with Ruby and striking an icy blade of terror into the heart of every tribute who was there today in order to witness my prestigious display of athleticism and lethality.

Yes, I know you hate me for ending it here without the District 3 tributes but they're up next as well as a meeting with Seneca Crane and our beloved President and Rosalinde goes on a little mission (cure Mission Impossible music!)... It isn't a training chapter per say but I wouldn't say it is necessarily a filler, it starts in regards

Oh and as for the bloodbath...I'm killing 8 or 9, I edited my draft so that I can decide at a later date;

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