So I have decided for a change of title to hopefully reel in some more reviewers to this story, come on people haha!

I am taking a little artistic licence on the Victors from District 12 because although they are poor and usually weak I would like to believe that more would have survived than just Haymitch, Katniss and Peeta. There are only 3 victors at the 75th Games but whose to say there weren't more before? Who mentored Haymitch in his games? Just some questions rolling round in my head. :)

Thank you again to my lovely reviewers kisses-A who is brilliant, jeenathespectrobesprincess and Bwet619 but more and welcome!

Hope you enjoy!

37.

Remus Freeman, Male, District 12.

I was embarrassed, high embarrassed. I had been completely humiliated in front of the whole Capitol as well as everyone back home. I cried when I was reaped because I wasn't ready for the games, I stuffed myself so full of food on the Capitol train I threw up all over my escort's dress. Her look was murderous and needless to say she didn't help me much afterwards. Then while my life appears at it's absolute worst, I meet my stylist and prep team. I don't care for my appearance, I spend most of my time near the mines and I'm from the seam which means my rib cages pokes out from my underneath my skin. I am very malnourished. Then I see what they have planned for our costumes for the big chariot ride...basically it consists of nothing. They are dusting us in coal dust to signify District 12, how original could they possibly be, with meshes of coal stuck together to cover my private parts! The Capitol turn silent when they see us, and it's not a good sign. My cheeks burn the brightest colour on me and when I get off my chariot I throw such a punch at my stylist he is knocked out cold. My only consolation is the camera that caught everything. The other tributes taunted me constantly, even in the arena the boy from 1 kept taunting me, even as I struck down his carefully constructed career pack. Without them he was nothing.

38.

Wiress Gorhan, Female, District 3.

I don't quite understand why the gamemakers have set this years arena in a giant futuristic city. I can still hear the bloodbath going on behind me and I sigh as I trek through the city. There are many places to hide, but I quickly discover that all the plants, the animals and the buildings are just very convincing holograms. We have a couple prototypes at home, but nothing like this. Everything is designed to drive you insane as whenever you try and touch something it dissolves in your hand, everything is at the Cornucopia this year. There is a tower and I'm the first to find it. It is the only real building in the arena, besides the horn. It quickly become my base, I'm pretty handy with a knife which is odd for someone of my District but it fit my hand naturally in the training sessions. From my high vantage point I can see the whole of the arena, and most importantly the other tributes. I wish I was talented with a bow and arrow, no one seems to favour that weapon. It would have been so easy if I could use one. Instead I examine the holograms around me and sigh deeply before tossing my head up to the sky, "A toolbelt would be much appreciated." I say to anyone who might be listening, surely they must be able to see how much this arena suits me. I go to sleep and wake the next day to the sound of a parachute tinkling away like fine china outside. I open it up and find exactly what I needed to win, my toolbelt from back home and I send a string of thank-yous to Beetee for being there for me when I needed him most.

39.

Marlin Carrinter, Male, District 4.

I broke Hunger Games history with my score in training. There was a new station this year and it's going to stay right where it is thanks to me. Tridents. I'm the first tribute to ever score an 11. It's a huge target on my back, but I know I can handle whatever is thrown at me. My father is one of the best fishermen in the whole of District 4 and he's often taken me on the lead fishing boat, the Marlin. I was named after the boat and am the youngest person to ever work on it. The rigorous, manual work made me fit with rippling muscles, I was a dab hand at fishing, but my shining talent was the trident in my right hand. It flowed with my body to such a degree it was like swimming in the calmest sea. It's a great weapon, it covers close combat and long distance. But it is a brutal weapon, it makes a sickening impact when it hits from a distance and the hairs on my arms stand up every time it makes contact.

40.

Meadow Fairclough, Female, District 9.

My head is pressed into my knees and I scream as the landmine goes off a plate over form me. My District Partner is the first to go and I abandon my neat little plan to head straight towards the inviting field of flowers and launch myself straight at the Cornucopia, when I get there I have to duck and roll to avoid a knife whizzing past my head and I seize the bow and arrow nearby and launch my first arrow. It makes contact with the tribute who tried to kill me right in the neck and I notice more eyes on me now, I seize a knife along my way and toss it blindly. I just have to blitz through and get as much as I can. I didn't realise it had made contact as I sped on. My next challenge came in the form of a hulking male from District 5. I notch another arrow but he's quicker and while I'm fumbling in my quiver he slices through the air and before I realise it half of my honey coloured hair is lying on the floor. Better my hair than my arm I think as I take him down while cursing my stylist for not tying it up in some kind of bun knot. I've taken down four tributes single handedly and armed myself up to the tee with weapons when I see the five figures all waiting for me. The career pack, I notch another arrows ready for my final fight, but instead the boy from 2 smiles widely at me and nods his eyes shining with admiration as he spreads his arms in welcome. Later that day he evened out my hair for me so it was short and spikey. He was the only one I couldn't bring myself to kill in the end. I wear my hair short permanently to commemorate him.

41.

Chantilly Merchant, Female, District 8.

Please let it be over, please let it be over soon. I'm screaming and I know I am but no one can hear it. Not over the monster they have unleashed. I giant sweeping tornado is ripping the whole arena apart I'm going to die. I'm sure of it. I'm trying to outrun the impossible, it's pulling up the animals, the trees the weapons and chucking them back out. My head is bleeding profusely from the axe which flew back out at me and I'm trying to stem the blood flow but it's not going to be enough. I must be the only one left and up ahead I can see the cliff which is the edge of the arena, tears are falling because I know I'm not going to survive this and I yelp as another weapons soars past me. I stumble and fall flat on my face, I can feel the dirt and rubble scratch at my face mingling with the blood, sweat and tears. The tornado is making my ears bleed. It's so loud and black spots appear in my vision. The ground sways before as I fall into unconsciousness. I wake a few days later strapped into a medical station where they are still treating my various wounds, it's so silent in the room it sounds strange and I cry myself back into oblivion when I realise it's finally over.

42.

Code Remoraz, Male, District 5.

The faces still flash before my closed eyelids at night. I toss and turn in my sleep screaming so loud from the actions I've done that someone almost always come to wake me up. I've become an insomniac. I'm so afraid to go to sleep at night, it paralyses me. The faces replay on repeat till I wake up, they stare at me and point their ghostly pale fingers towards me condemning me. They swear their revenge against me for killing them, they tell me the worst is still to come that the arena was nothing compared to what was in store for me later. The only thing that eases me is the alcohol and sleeping pills. Do they not realise they exact their revenge on me every night? If the worst is still to come then I don't want to ever have to wake up again.

Meadow's insight turned out rather well she's one of my favourites :-) I know this Chapter is a little short but in some cases of the careers and other tributes the goal was just to kill and kill till they won.

Keep on reading and reviewing, hopefully the title change will interest more to the story! I'm glad to know I'm doing a good job with these.

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