District 1 Train –Daphine Ryte

This is flipping amazing, really. I just found that the boy I have a crush on has a crush on me, and now we are girlfriend and boyfriend, and guess what?

I got Reaped.

At least I'm with Jem who has all the riches in District 1 supporting him. If I get on his good side, I might have a chance.

Might?

I was training my entire life for the Games, I have a lot of chances, and I just hope this anger will leave for the interviews. You don't want a tribute beating the life out of Brutus Flickerman.

I'm infuriated with this twist of life, and right now, I want to throw Rosse out of the window.

"Well isn't this a great team? A Stunt and a pretty Ruby to compliment him," it says. "I just wonder when your mentors will be here," a tall and mean looking girl busts the door in. I bet she didn't bother to use the handle.

That's Emeralda Glytter, the newest addition to the Victors.

She is infamously called Gill, for the reason that she survived most of the Arena by staying in water, and she killed all her victims by drowning them. All.

Followed by her is Iaon Ndim, the barbarian. He killed his enemies with his bare hands, even the Mutts. No weapons or anything, just his hands.

Then came Goldenglow, a girl living up to her name because of her golden hair. She won by making people do her biddings. Not very nice, but it's working nonetheless.

Last person is Kharat Thusand, a young man with an eye patch over his left eye. He was a master with swords, so you can guess the carnage he left behind.

"Out," Kharat said, not even looking at Rosse. Without a word, Rosse disappeared through the door.

Jem is being very quiet.

"Look at what we have here," Goldenglow asked, her voice dripping with poison. Figuratively of course. "Fresh meat."

"Listen up," Ioan says as the other take a seat somewhere in our proximity. "Don't you expect a honeymoon. You will sweat blood and drink your sweat if you have to. Understood?"

"Yeeeees," Jem says like he came out of a trance.

I forgot to answer. Ioan turns to me and yells again. "Understood?"

"Don't need to yell, I am not DEAF!" I yell back at him, earning a quick backhand that would've hit home if I wouldn't have jabbed my nails into his arm.

"Well look now Ioan, this year's game will be fun," Emeralda says like a sly snake.

District 2 Train- Hanna

Isn't this surprising?

The tributes know each other; one of them is a psychopath, the other one being a prankster who relies too much on his looks. At least he is symmetrical, that's that.

For some reason the train didn't start on time.

"What in the world?" I hiss to myself, looking over my notes. "We should be on our way to the Capitol already." I check my watch. We are running late. "Excuse me for a minute," I inform the tributes and leave the room. As I was stepping down onto the station, I saw Felix and Keisa, this year's mentors, coming. "What is this madness?" I ask them. "We should be on our way."

"The train has some problems apparently."

"Agh, idiots," I hiss. "Please, continue, the tributes are eager to meet you."

Felix, or Felicio Demandez, using his full name, is forty-eight years old, but he still looks like he is thirty-two. He is a fearsome fighter, but dislikes to be the centre of attention, even in the Games, he disappeared after taking some items from the Cornucopia, and took off his enemies with a bow and arrow.

Kesia Cobelstone's husband owns a forgery in District 2, one of the few. It actually fits her, remembering how she could use any weapon given to her, and kill at least two different ways.

I go to the beginning of the train, finding the operator.

"What is this shittery? We should be on already moving to the Capitol!"

"Coffee break," the man says like he is shitting gold.

"Go and work for your money or else I get Felix."

"So?"

Shablam! I punched him in the neck.

"Let's go, we don't have the whole day."

I walk back to our part of the train, feeling a lot more relaxed, and happy, that I hit someone.

"So, how's everyone doing?" I ask, smiling.

"She is the bomb diggity!" Ms. Wintre says excited. "She is like, bwaa…she is a flipping murder monster!"

"Oh you, please," Mrs. Cobelstone says, "I'm blushing…"

"So you say that hitting someone like this," Mr. Asher makes a fist, with his middle finger bent and sticking out, "in the eye, they will be blinded permanently?"

"If you do it hard enough, yes."

Great. I have the psychopaths.

District 3 Train-Binar Krein

Up close, I can see Ray's outfit, and the tricks of how they made it. First I thought it was neon, then neon coloured water, and now I was guessing that it was just lights. Neither of those are true. The lights are the same intensity all over, they are the same everything all over the outfit. So how did they do it?

Well, they got a hollow translucent tube; put a very sensitive wire through it made specifically in District 3 for these costumes. This is covered in a transparent foil, because, they run high voltage through it, which makes it explode in a colour decided by the makers.

It is genial, yet dangerous, as inside is very hot, and if manufactured the wrong way, the wearer may suffer minor, major burns and death.

Something very awkward to note, Finley fainted. Fortunately Sizzle, one of our mentors helped us carry her to the train.

Sizzle is twenty, tall, bald with electric blue eyes, and scratches, burns, and marks on his body. He is very hyper, happy-go-lucky, and cannot focus. At all.

"Mmmhan…" Finley slowly wakes up. "What the hell happened? Are we on our way to the Capitol?" I wonder why Sandellius doesn't come out.

Running came Sizzle and picked her up into a hug. "You're awake! Woohoo!" After him comes a lady with dark brown hair and eyes, wearing glasses, a white pencil skirt and soft yellow top. She's Armando Ire, who's first name is Ire, a great person to ask about explosives, followed by Beetee, he who binds electricity.

"Eagh, too strong!" Finley manages to say and Sizzle lets her go. "God…okay. Wow. So I fainted?"

"Yes," we all say with a nod.

"Lovely way to start the Games." She says, still a bit dizzy. "Anyways," she starts off but then stops. "I mean," she deepens her voice. "It doesn't matter, because like, I train everyday, and I'm like, so good and stuff…I can kill with my bare hands."

I smile at her.

"I know you lie."

"What? No. Did you see what I did to that girl?"

"I know you lie, because I lie too…"

District 4 Train- Carolie Davis

My sister's the Escort. Her boyfriend is my partner. Finnick Odair and Annie Cresta are our mentors, kind of ironic since Tiara and Shark are dating, and Finnick and Cresta are husband and wife.

It feels like I am the ultimate third wheel.

I just sank into my seat, trying to relax.

100th Games. My friends will be there too, but how? Will I have to save them? Will they be my enemy? What arena will we be in?

Will Shark turn against me and kill me?

"Carolie," Tiara looks at me. "Carolie, it's a safe bet that the Capitols will like you, so I made sure to that you will meet your Stylist." A lady with flowing blue hair, light purple lips, ocean blue eyes, and in a tight blue work dress entered, followed by two guys who look relatively normal.

"Listen sugarbeats," she says with a kind voice, "it is my job to make you look so sweet you will give the Capitolians cavity. I'm Cyan, nice to meet you."

"Shark," Sebastian said, "I like to be called Shark." Wow, he has manners.

"And your real name is?"

He squints his eyes, as if thinking about killing, sighs, then relaxes. "Sebastian Carcharodon."

"Such a fitting name for you. I already have an idea, now two. And your sister talked a lot about you, Carolie. There is one thing I want you two to know. If I say jump, you ask how high. I've been in this job longer than you know, helping Finnick and Cresta win their games. Got to say, they were really easy to make loveable."

Finnick looked at Cyan, waiting for her to stop.

"Luckily for our District, tributes can play off two sides. Attractive and unattractive, and all the other plays from those two, because the Games aren't only about the fighting, but also getting the viewers. You never know, you might just get a trident from a fellow fan…"

There ain't many things attractive about Shark if you ask me.

Shark looks at me, as if he read my mind. "Or we could play the ugly way, and have a princess captured by the old and ugly pirate captain," he smirks.

That's it, Shark thinks as me as his midnight snack.

District 5 Train- Shviga Nettlecek

Another year, another Games, another twenty-four kids put on the Alter of Chaos. There is no end, no stop, like a circle of madness; you can't do anything about it. Twelve Districts send their citizens to certain death, because, we all die, just some die earlier. Even the Victor, their childhood is destroyed, broken into thousands of pieces like a glass.

I sigh.

How pathetic they are. Thinking they can change something that a powerful dominion started? There is no end to this. Not even the death of President Coriolanus Snow stopped this, so how would anything else?

Though if the District of Nuclear Energy would stand up and destroy the Capitol…that might work, but thorough planning is needed for that.

The train is moving, finally.

"To make your last days as enjoyable as possible, and because it is a long way to our destination, these touch screen miniature computers are provided for your usage."

The Alto boy, without word, stands up, grabs one of the mentioned items, and sits back down.

Secounds after, the sound of piano echoed through the empty train.

Interestingly, he played very old songs, and to say, he played ones which I liked.

It was only him now. Everyone watched him, even though that everyone was only the female and I.

First he played Still Doll, then continued with The Black Star, Resonance, Dohnanyi's Sixth Concert Etude, Still alive, which is an adorable song about murdering and endless research, a personal favourite, World's End Dancehall, Two Faced Lovers, and Bad Apple, and then he started to make up music as he played.

"The rain stopped," Ms. Thorne commented on the weather.

"Indeed it did, but it will start once again, somewhere, sometime. Just like the tries of humanity."

"Oh, Shviga, I was always wondering, how come you are-"

"Depressed to a high degree?"

"Yes."

"There are things in life that everyone sees but not many understand. Once you understand that, you will see the world in a different colour. It is not the way people imagine, being 'emo' and 'goth,' but it is the fact that even though people say 'I understand ' they really are saying 'I feel your negative emotions, but I cannot understand the true meaning, so instead I will provide you with a shoulder to cry on, and hope you will save yourself.' It's the way life works. From ashes to ashes, one kills another. You can say, once you see life, the true life, you'd know what I mean, but you don't. Fortunately. Albeit you are sent to death, you should consider yourself lucky that you don't see behind the fine cloth you see the movie on."

Mr. Alto looks up.

"I am quite surprised to find someone who thinks the way I do. I was called everything but normal. No one understands the way a scientist works."

I show my wicked smile.

"Indeed. Though not because the same cause, we see the world in the same colour. Objective thinking allows us to make the best of life."

"No feelings, no worries."

"Only thoughts and words."

If I may say that, I start to enjoy Elias Alto's presence, sad he will never make it past day four.

District 6 Train- Snapdragon Rasputun

Isn't this wonderful? I'm in the Games, going blind, with a girl who behaves like he was raised by wolves, with a wolf companion, who keeps staring at my owl companion.

Even better, our Escort, Ash-Face, is as horrible as can be.

"How much chance do you think you have? How long will you pull it off? Will you kill? Who will kill you I wonder? Or how will you die? Because you'll die one day…" He goes on and on about miserable lives, and all the bad things the Games bring that makes him happy.

Xanthe is successfully ignoring him, though her wolf companion seems aggravated by Ash-Face's presence.

He is annoying, very annoying with his seemingly endless rabble of death and suffer. I wonder if he is a masochist or not, because it is quite obvious he is sadistic.

"And your pants, I have some very ironic deaths for them too…Like your bird, get shot and eaten by a tribute," he says.

"Leave Bartholomew out of this."

"Or that canine," he said, pointing at Wolf.

Suddenly, Xanthe turned her eyes at Ash-Face, and then slowly, moved away from the window, and now she was staring at him.

"If you do one thing against Wolf, I will make sure that you will wake up somewhere in a forest, very, very confused," for a finish, she snapped at Ash-Face; then she patted the seat next to her and Wolf jumped on the seat.

I think the state of insanity of this year's Games will go over the roof.