Some of my absolute favourites are in this Chapter, the diabolical Cassius and Tint being the start of something sinister in the Capitol.

We also have the lovely Seeder and Beetee's games! Again thank you to my loyal reviewers kisses-A and jeenathespectrobesprincess but even more reviews would be well appreciated PLEASE haha!

Hope you enjoy!

30.

Marble Highbrow, Male, District 1.

I owe my life to Caesar Flickerman. His Capitol couture, his fanciful hair colours and eccentrically snazzy personality save my life as I sit down and flash him a smile as white as his own. The Capitolites as we call them are craving my attention and I sent a wink to the nearest woman who prominently faints, my polished good looks are sending their hearts racing. But I love it, I live for this new moment.

"So Marble, this is the first time the public, the Capitol itself is getting to meet you in person and I'm sure we'd all agree that we are dying to know, being the first one out, how does it make you feel?" Caesar was a master of tone and charisma. He knew exactly when to stress a point, which word to exaggerate and how to stir the crowd towards any tribute.

"It makes me feel terrific." I answered smiling at them all again and they tittered. "I know the Capitol will support me in the arena because we share a unique bond, Caesar, something I couldn't have had the opportunity to tell them before the interviews this year..." I trailed off reeling them in and they all lent towards me, a sea of faces clinging onto my every word.

"And what is that?" Breathed my host.

"A bond of love." I answered and they all awwed and cheer their agreements. "I know the Capitol loves me and you will treasure me as you have to all the victors who have won before me, but this time, I love you just as much. I will return to you all, I will be crowned and I will not let anyone stop me from joining your ranks." My words are passionate, but unlike every other tribute that night who lied or pretended to enjoy the limelight, I meant every word I said. I knew the Capitol understood, me and my desire to win. Just five days later I was sitting once again with Caesar Flickerman, this time the Capitol were tossing me red roses which I scooped up and kept at my mansion with me, I was watching myself be crowned and I was determined to never let the smile slip from across my lips again.

31.

Cassius Meropa, Male, District 10.

I loved going to the roof of the training centre, it was a place of peace and tranquility to me and I did not like to be disturbed when I was up here. All the tributes were allowed on the roof but few ever chose to come here, they considered it District 12 territory as they got the Penthouse every year. I don't understand why they deserved it more than us. I am trying to focus, I have no idea what my strategy is going to be, there are so many things to consider. How I'm going to be presented in the chariot ride and the interview, how I'm going to impress the gamemakers and get a good score, how I'm going to get sponsors and most importantly how I'm going to live. Sometimes I wish it was as simple as squaring off against them all as soon as I'm reaped and getting it all over with. Then I hear footsteps and a growl escapes me. I want to be on my own. I think best on my own. My mentor, my stylist and my escort are all idiots. I look over my shoulder and see it's the arrogant brat from District 2. Her mentor is the woman who dropped her own District Partner to be plant food before her own eyes, they are mirror images of each other and I want to kill her first anyway. She is standing behind me and gives me a small cough. I grind my teeth together before turning to give her a look of distain. She is copying my look, her arms folded defensively.

"Get off my room 10." She ordered and a low, rumbling laugh escaped me.

"You don't own it." I replied at once, "You don't even own your soul now." My words were meant to be haunting but instead she just cackled.

"I might not own my soul but I will own my life once I kill you and everyone else in the arena." She whispers back, challenging me. Every fibre of her being is desperate for me to react. I don't I turn away from her and she jumps at me, I feel her hand smack across my left cheek and it sends me to the floor from shock. She laughs loudly. I had never felt so emasculated in all my life, I grabbed her by the throat and her laughter died at once as I clenched her windpipe. I was strong, made from years of hunting and farming livestock. She was like a chicken in my grip, scrawny and so breakable. I looked into her eyes and turned round shoving my arm out so all of a sudden she was dangling off the edge of the training centre roof. "What are you doing?" She screams her face fearful as her brown hair whips her face in the wind.

I snarl at her, "My roof, my time to win. Your time to go." And I let go and her scream tumbles down with her as she falls the twelves floor to the pavement below. I don't feel any regret, they have enough victors already. Everyone hides from me in the arena, I have to go and pick each and every one of them off. There is no career pack this year.

32.

Kite Hydran, Female, District 7.

I don't know why the games haven't finished. I'm the only one left, everyone else is dead. The tiger has finished with the last tribute, eaten her alive, she was only just alive, I had tranquilised her with a dart meant for the beast before me and it missed. The tiger is rounding on me now but there is no way off the Island shaped arena for me, I can't swim and my only company is the tiger before me. We are sizing each other up now and I try not to think of the poor girl's blood around its muzzle, I'd never even properly seen big cats like this before. Now I was going to have to fight one, it's going to be me or that tiger. That's what they are waiting for, the epic finale to a rather quick games. The tsunami had killed the other animals, all apart from the swimming tiger who had latched onto the land and survived, then it was the tributes vs the tiger and the tiger was winning. Our weapons were very limited this year since they had hoped most would be trapped on the Island, we had tranquiliser darts, blow guns, slingshots and other inventive ways to kill each other. No one was a match for the set of teeth and claws parading round the small area of land. It seemed to be mimicking my movements as I edged this way and that looking for an escape, the only choice I had was the water and I couldn't swim I would drown. So I knew I just had to hit it as many times with my remaining darts as possible and for a while I feel as if I'm going to be alright. I've hit it once and it's stumbling around but the darts aren't all that powerful and I'm trying to avoid it's powerful lunges, my shirt has already been hacked to pieces by his claws exposing me. "I won!" I screamed as it advances on me again running, ready to pounce. It had been a mutant but one of my darts, sent by a sponsor turned it back to a normal tiger. But it was still a starving carnivorous animal. I feel it's claws connect with my back and I scream loudly as the claws rip down me and I hear the declaration ring out around the whole arena, presenting me as the winner of the games. I'm trembling and peacekeepers rush out at once, stunning the tiger to sleep, as a hovercraft above collects me.

33.

Seeder Pinewood, Female, District 11.

I see the giant bowl of stew in front of me and before I can help it I drag it towards me, the contents slopping over the sides as I don't even bother with the spoon; I just pour it into my mouth as fast as I can. My escort is appalled at me, she's staring the fork halfway to her mouth as we ride back home on the Capitol train, but I am past caring. I've been on vitamin suppliments and injections since the games and this is the first proper meal I've had since I went in. Manners were the furthest thing from my mind. I weighed in at only five stone, it was a deadly figure. I was emancipated, a skeleton just like we all had been. There had been no food at all and no one was given any. We were sent weapons, medicine, water anything we wanted but food and slowly it began to kill us. I'm sure I only managed to survive because I was used to spending days without food, it came down between myself and Fly, District 11 was guarenteed a victor either way. We agreed not to kill each other, we couldn't bring ourselves to after all we'd been through together. Three weeks of hell. Let the gamemakers bring whatever wrath they wish to unleash, we will not fight. He succumbed to his cravings for food however and what he thought was a peppermint leaf had a deadly consequence. I heard the canon and knew what had happened at once, it was a wonder I hadn't done it earlier. How cruel it was of the Capitol, we have grown up among plants and agriculture is our whole life, we know which ones to eat and which not to. The edible plants station is usually no bother for any of us. But the difference between life and death can be the size of the leaf, or how many veins it has, his hunger had clouded all his judgement. It was far crueller than being stabbed in the back with a knife, or incinerated in any inferno in my opinion.

34.

Rusty Bellows, Male, District 6.

I volunteered to save my best friend, his name got reaped in his final year, eighteen. I'm only sixteen, he was far better to go into the games than me. The only thing I was good at was wrestling. We used to 'borrow' some of the grease used to oil up the trains and go to the makeshift ring round the back of a burned down garage. There we'd bought some mattresses from the black market and pretended there was just us two and the makeshift ring. I was so happy when it was just those times, the two of us. We'd been friends ever since my eldest sister and his brother were District Partners in the games together and neither of them had survived. The crown went to someone from 2, typical. But my best friend had something I didn't. He had love, he'd found it in the shape of a skinny, mousy haired but sweet girl his own age who hadn't signed up for the tesserac, we all knew she was in no danger of being reaped. I couldn't allow him to go off and be killed, he needed to stay with her. Her family were starving desperately and without my buddy they were sure to die. So I went instead. I elicted tears out of Caesar Flickerman when I told the Capitol my story; and in the arena I learned that wrestling was the same as it had been in the ring, only this time it was twice as easy when you combined it with a weapon.

35.

Beetee Latier, Male, District 3.

This coil of wire is the most important object in my life right now. It's ironic considering how if you analysed the situation most others would think getting back to my family is most important. My hypothesis is that far too many tributes waste their hours dreaming of what is only possible for one, instead of calculating sequences to trigger events to ensure they will go back home, rather than it remaining a dream. I can feel the general hum of electricity in the air, I know it works, for one I don't make mathematical errors despite my youth, and second the tribute boy from District 5 figured me out. He could hear it too, I suppose I'm lucky both the other tributes from the District of Power are gone now, including my District Partner. They were the only others who would have figured out my cunning little plan. The coil is partly inspired by the male victor from District 5 and his infalliable method of re-rigging the landmines. I have given it my own twist however. You see the arenas have a forcefield, a weak spot so to speak. I noticed it when I reached the edge when trying to escape the bloodbath a few days ago. Working with technology means you have construct a near perfect engine or it will never work with you. 'Technology must work with you and not against you', that was the last thing my father told me before I was taken away. I had been thinking of my strategy ever since I boarded that Capitol train and spent all my free time in training at the snares and learning how to tie nets. I was useless with weapons and didn't even bother giving them a try. I scored a seven in my private session when I tested my theory out in front of the gamemakers too. No one understood how I'd managed it. I have connected the coil of wire to the forcefield as my source of electricity, and the current runs through the many snares, nets and traps I have set up around the arena. All of them are live and all of them are deadly; if another life form should step in one. I see a small, fluffy rabbit poke its way curiously towards the trap in front of me. Most likely rabbid in these games, it hopped into the trap and the volts of electricity ran through it at once, it looked as if it was seizing on the spot. I'd seen people get electrocuted with minor shocks, but nothing of this magnitude. It was a horrible sight, I had created something truly monstrous, but this was my only chance of survival. The odds were only in my favour while this worked. But as a scream and the smell of sizzling echoed up into the air I turned away determined to find a cave to sleep in. I did not want to witness the death of any of my fellows, not in this way. I hope it's better than being slaughtered with a sword anyhow.

36.

Tint Calour, Male, District 2.

My view of the world has become, not so much tinted as rather tainted. There is a system in District 2 by now. You train at the academy till your about eighteen, then you volunteer, you power through the games and do your best to come back a winner, because there is no better life than that of a victor. I don't care about the money, I have plenty now but my District breads the peacekeepers and the Capitol give us some special attention, there are very few of us who are actually hungry. I look at the bubble heads from District 1, I wondered for a while why some of them got to visit the Capitol more than the others, more than I. I wander around this party thrown in my honour at the end of my Victory Tour and I see them, previous winners from Districts 1 and some from 2. Why are they here? This is my party, they should be allowed to steal my honour. They have all become somewhat Capitolised, most of their bodies are bedecked with more jewellery than clothing and they are all sipping an acid green cocktail which smells as strong as if probably tastes. They are all stunningly beautiful. There is something about District 1, I wonder if they have any special injections given from the Capitol in order to make them all the more attractive. The victors from my District are revered for our power, our bravery in the games, we aren't necessarily beautiful, but we are still young and still high in favour. President Snow himself is a charismatic man, he has given me one of those acid green cocktails and has been encouraging me to drink it, I have refused for far, quirking my eyebrow up at him. He just gives me a smile and licks his lips reminding me of a snake. I ask him why he's led me off into the shadows of his giant mansion and he just laughs. On a table in front of a door is a crisp whiter than white card. It's scented with the smell of blood I have come to associate with our President. I peer at the card in wonder, it's very simplistic.

Calpurnia Trubutant.

The White Mansion,

City Centre,

12:30

I don't know anyone by that name, it is a horrendous name. But Snow pats me on the back and bids me good luck and good fun. I don't understand him but he tips the green drink up to my lips and persists till I've drunk the whole glass, he then pushes me inside into the dark room.

Can anyone guess one of my favourite films Kite's story was inspired from? It inspired me while I was writing for her and it seemed to fit the Hunger Games so well haha.

Keep reading and reviewing please, more of the victors we know will be popping up soon, Wiress, Brutus, Lyme etc will make their appearances soon.

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