So I thank the reviews I have had, they are giving me more and more hope that this is a good story!

Here we have Chaff and Brutus' stories. I think Brutus' story is a straightforward one and no one was going to get in his way I think he reflects the culture of District 2 well since all their volunteers crave the admiration and honour of winning the games.

Hope you enjoy!

43.

Berry Micchi, Female, District 1.

There's a drink named after me in the Capitol, my name does sound like it would lend itself to one doesn't it? What can I say, people are as addicted to me as they are to that drink. I had a very simple tactic, seduction. I had seen it work occasionally and only for a little while, but for me I made it last the whole games. I charmed the pants of Caesar Flickerman himself and gave all the prefect winks to the sponsors, it's a TV show after all. It's not real. But I was determined to make it clear that I was going to be the star. My defining moment was when I knew it was the careers and myself left. I was alright at weaponry, but all my opponents left were males who were far stronger than myself. So I struck deals with them as I went along, I saw who was the strongest and allied myself up with him, I let him kill off the weakling promising him a 'good time' before I turned my knife on him while we were good and close. At the end when I was the only one left I dropped to the ground ready to give the bloodythirsty bastards at the Capitol exactly what they wanted and while it was revolting I scooped a little of his blood and pretended to drink it while it was in my cupped hands. No one saw me secretly letting it leak out of my hands, they still believe I drank my fellow tribute's blood, that is a step too far even for me. The 'Berry Micchi Smoothie' is blood red naturally, I'll never forget that girl in 12 on my victory tour who pointed to me and reminded her whole District that they were in the presence of the 'Vampire Killer.'

44.

Shadow Turin, Female, District 2.

I sit pretending to be watching the footage of me in the games while Flickerman babbles on about my many accomplishments in there. He knows nothing. My biggest accomplishment is playing the part of the shadow tonight and as my eyes flick over to him again he gives me a dark smirk which tugs at his handsome lips and he nods twice as if to tell me I'm doing a good job. He's a dangerous man the mentor from District 12. He did some awful things after assaulting his stylist, I can't blame him though, I would have done the exact same thing if it was me. He's infatuated with me and I know it's not a good thing. I'm only seventeen, he's far older and more experienced than me, but he saw me standing a little way off in the shadows and approached me when no one else was around. They had painted me as a gothic angel in the chariot rides and apparently it had called to him. I never expected a mentor to fall for his own tribute, I suppose it's not impossible but I would have had my money on Tint my own mentor far more than Remus. But as he kissed me gently on the rooftop where it was almost, dare I say romantic, he whispered and moaned sweet promises in my ears. "I'll get you sponsors." He promised over and over, I didn't expect him to follow through on it though. But as the gifts came raining down I knew I was in a secret relationship with him, it terrified and thrilled me. He stepped on his own two tributes in order to assist me, he abandoned them completely. One died from starvation which could have been easily cured, the other in the bloodbath, again stupid. But I suppose he had spent all his time with me instead of coaching them. As I finish with Caesar I step backstage and my prep team are all there hugging and kissing me. District 2 is doing very well in the games lately. Tint too is pleased but as I see Remus begin to slouch away I know that is my cue and I feel my mentor' eyes on me till I get in the back of the car.

45.

Chaff Buckland, Male, District 11.

The question from the President rings in my head, "Aren't you happy that you won?" No I'm not happy I won, I spat this in his face and he wasn't too happy about it either. Nothing is better now I've won the Hunger Games. There is still poverty around every corner despite Victor's Village, the peacekeepers are as ruthless as ever and there is still no way out. I'm not excited at the prospect of mentoring a bunch of kids and watching them go off to die either. I refused to get a prosthetic replacement for my hand there was no point in my opinion, I liked to fight and I'd lost it when I let my guard down. Everyone thinks its a mark of respect or some twisted honour that I don't have it replaced, but for me it's a reminder because the cameras weren't on me when I lost it. I didn't lose it slaying a tribute. I lost it to those man-eating locusts. That's what pains me most, I wandered into the wrong part of the wood on the look out for tributes and saw them too late. It's a wonder I was able to wrap my and at all, they ate it down to the bone. I look down at the plate in front of me and see Dolly, the bleeding escort for District 11 whose always trying to cheer me up has shaped my eggs, bacon and toast into a smiling face. I pour an extra measure of whisky in my coffee on seeing it and take a deep swig. It's going to be another very long day.

46.

Guild Senatory, Male, District 1.

Just because District 1 has a history of being the leaders of the career pack along with 2 and 4 doesn't mean that occasionally we too don't lose our heads. I'm not a killing machine. That's what I keep telling myself. I've been panicking the whole way to the arena, in the hovercraft as we get our trackers and in the Launch Room as we are lifted into the arena. My District Partner is ashamed of me and it doesn't surprise her when I take off into the ruined city at once to hide for the rest of the games. I don't mind being branded a coward. I can hear Marble, Mahogany and Berry all screaming at me for my cowardice, for we have more mentors than we need now but they all go to the Capitol to try and help anyway. Although I only ever see Mahogany around, she's dedicated herself as the full time mentor for District 1. The others always vanish when the sun goes down. The words soon develop into a mantra for me which I repeat whenever the anthem plays or the screams erupt again. The next thing I know is I'm being pulled to my feet and dragged along the dirt. I see whats left of the career pack, my District Partner and the boy from 4 staring back at me, both are wounded and not going to last much longer. Their expressions are ones of distaste and I know that if they've gone through all this trouble to seek me out, they are desperate. The boy addresses me. "Time to prove yourself as a career or not pussy." He orders tossing a broadsword which is far too heavy but is as light as a feather to him. "We need your backup if we're going to take down the rest, time to choose 1. Are you with your District or against it?" I look to the girl from back home and her eyes are steely and she's nodding slowly, her lips are bleeding slightly and as I take in her bedraggled appearance I sheath the weapon, tilt my head upwards and set off leaving them to catch up to me.

47.

Might Renisberg, Male, District 10.

I owe her my life, that's simple. That little girl from 12 who had far more common sense than I did. It was freezing, you couldn't blame me and I wasn't the first to do it either. I rubbed my frozen fingers together grateful for the blanket I had received in my backpack as it was far better than the snow below me. Water was becoming tricky to find, all the ponds had frozen over. The flames were so warm and inviting, I wanted to stick my head in them and bask in the sensation of heat. Then I hear footsteps and go for the cave I'd already scouted out nearby to sleep in, the career pack is near, I can hear them jeering about their latest kill. They notice the flames and soon burst through the trees and my heart is in my throat at once. They examine my backpack and take everything making me growl. Then they decide my camp is the best they've got since a fire is already started and settle for the night. I'm so angry I want to attack them all right now but I hand wraps around my mouth and I nearly kill her for her stealth till I see her. She hushes me quickly, she's so young and shows me the poisonous dart gun she's got and I grin. The brave little solider takes out four out of six of them leaving one stunned and the other who had dealt her death blow coming at me. I look over at her lifeless eyes and swing my blade high above my head swearing to win, for her.

48.

Brutus Torque, Male, District 2.

Did she honestly believe that I was going to commit suicide so she could take the crown for herself? She may have been from my own District but she was in my way and the career pack was no more. I'd killed the others and she got cold feet just watching me do it. We'd been in a pact since the beginning and I thought since she volunteered too that she was in it for the long run. But here she is asking, no, begging me to kill myself with my own spear and to let her walk away with the crown. "Have some self respect." I snarled at her, walking closer and closer. The games had excited me, it had been such a spike of adrenaline, the waiting paid off perfectly and it was as if the stars themselves had aligned perfectly for me. "You wouldn't even be welcome back home after how you've behave today. You're better off on the end of my spear."

"Please Brutus." She begs of me again, "We've trained together for years, I couldn't do it to you."

I laughed at her, "Your a clever one, I think you would do it if you could. This isn't District 1, Tanita. You won't be forgiven in District 2 for running away from a fight."

She tries to speak again and I shake my head at her. To me I am punishing her for her own sin, she hadn't tried to win in the end, she'd gone through it all and couldn't see it through. Would I have stuck myself with my own spear if she had? She was very pretty, but at the end of the day, the odds had been entirely in my favour. It was only the second day after all.

Ooohhh such a mixed bag in this Chapter, some of my favourites too. Might's compassion, Berry's ruthlessness and the contrast of Guild's cowardice turned strength. Shadow however is one of my most interesting insights I've pondered the concept of the popular tribute/mentor relationship and it is certainly possible, more than once perhaps. It also shows another dark side to the victors of the games themselves, and perhaps Remus is the reason why District 12 has no victors apart from Haymitch?

All these complex thoughts my brain has! Anyways carry on reading and reviewing thank you so much to those who have followed and favourited too!

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