PLEASE READ: I know, let Bailey and Gerisho rip my limbs apart. I'm so sorry for all this long waiting for updates! But then again, I don't think many people are even still reading this story, with all the other SYOC stories around. XD

I'm going to change the character intros for yet the millionth time. We're starting training now! So the next three chapters will be from the POVs of District Ten, Eleven, and Twelve. Oh, and the interviews will be from the POV of the Capitol.

Happy Reading! And hopefully…reviewing?

(Angelica Hust D10)

I launch the spear towards the dummy, and watch as it cuts through the air with a hum, hitting it straight to where the heart would be. I give a slight grin and turn to my supposed allies, Aver and Carter. They both give curt nods of what seems like…admiration? Interest? They're so quiet, it's hard to tell. But they seem to be having a conversation with their eyes.

I can't help but squeal with excitement. The Games are so close, so close.

When I first arrived at the Training gymnasium, I got a few strange looks. I suppose it makes a little sense. Twelves aren't supposed to be ecstatic about the Games; they're supposed to be…I don't really know exactly. But I wasn't the norm, that's for sure.

I watch intently as Aver and Carter try their chances with the spears. The instructor winces at their throws, and comes forth to show them some better techniques.

Frankly, I don't care what all the Careers whisper about them. They have brains, which could be crucial for this year's Quell. I'm happy they proposed an alliance. I can fight, and they can help us survive in the wilderness.

After a few more minutes, I walk closer to them, peering over their shoulders as they analyze the spear.

"Hi," I begin, "do you mind if I show you some stuff with the spears?"

"S-sure," Aver says, cracking a small smile.

I fit the weapon into her hand, and position her arm further behind her back.

"If you lift your chin in level with the spear, you'll have better aim." I comment, and she does so. Her limbs tense as she forces the weapon from her grasp. It spirals through the air in a less than graceful way; but it manages to lodge itself in the dummies arm. I smile at Aver in triumph.

"Could…I try?" Carter asks gingerly, already gripping his own spear.

"Sure! It's quite simple, once you get the hang of it…"

We spend a little while more at the station, until I become restless. It's not much of a surprise; I'm almost bouncing up and down, really…

Followed by Aver and Carter, I make my way to the hand to hand combat station. There are a few Career girls present, which earns me some weary looks from my companions.

"Don't worry," I say in a hushed voice, "it's not like they can hurt us…yet."

I try to contain the gasp at my statement. It had come out terribly wrong. Whisking it away and pulling another grin, I trot toward the instructor. I wouldn't say I'm a master at hand to hand, being so small, but I'd like to get better.

From the corner of my eye, I manage to get a glimpse of the jumble of girls next to my group. They all have a terrifying beauty about them, but I won't let it scare me. The girl from One is sitting, knees huddled to her stomach, and clasping her hands over her ears.

No wonder. The girls from Two and Five, I think, are flinging insults at each other in rapid tones, their voices positively ringing with venom.

After giving our rapt attention to the instructor, a firm voice announces that it's time for lunch. The air is filled with idle chatter, and, ugh, more screaming as everyone fills their plates with heaps of food.

I take my tray to Aver and Carter's table, and slide into the bench. We all eat in silence, twirling our mashed potatoes with our forks. I decide to break the ice.

"What's it like back in District Six?" I ask curiously, arching an eyebrow.

Carter gives an albeit smile and begins in a reminiscent voice, "I suppose I have a nice life, a little dull, but nice. I have a little brother whom I miss terribly, and two wealthy parents I didn't see very often,"

I give a nod, an gesture to Aver, who looks a little skittish about the topic, but with an encouraging nudge from Carter, she clears her throat and speaks, "I have two older brothers who made it past eligibility for the reaping, and my family weren't necessarily the richest in the District, so it wasn't a surprise when I was chosen. I had a nice occupation; I was an accountant to the merchants,"

When they inquire about my life, I begin that there isn't much to say. "I live in a family of four; we were well off, which allowed me to train in case I was reaped. And here I am now," I say, blowing a piece of hair from my eyes.

After we finish and discard our meals, I give myself a minute to compose the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

So close, so close.

(Sile Grenwich D10)

"That damn Two is getting her limbs snapped when I get in the arena."

I swivel around and give Bailey a large grin. How I wish I could do the same to her right now…

"Don't worry, Bailey. It'll come soon." I say reassuringly, being so bold as to put my hand on her shoulder. She whips it away immediately and glares at me.

"Fuck you, Sile. Stop smiling or I'm going to send an arrow through your back once I'm done with Cassidy."

The smile stays plastered to my face until Gerisho throws his arm around Bailey's waist and walks away.

Just keep acting kind, at least until the gong sounds.

I thrust the rapier into the dummy with lightening blows, until it begins to slam against the wall. Oh, I want to feel their warm blood trickle down my fingertips, to listen to the protracted twists of their necks, to smell the beautiful aroma of tainted flesh…

My eyes close in absolute pleasure, and a tear begins to spread through the soft fabric of the dummy. The stuffing clumps at my feet, and all I can think of is how much I wish it was the mutilated body of a human.

"Hey, Sile. That last thrust was a little choppy, don't you think?" I want to groan at the voice, but instead flash Kira a smile. Her voice is dripping with cheeriness.

"Oh, it was? So sorry you had to see that, "I say with equal ecstasy.

"Tsk,tsk. You aren't living up to the life of a Career at all," she stifles a giggle and I can't help but imagine her decapitated head floating in the lake. Yes, now that would be lovely.

"I'll have to work on it, thanks for the help," I emphasize the last word in mock appreciation. She scowls at her failed attempt to infuriate me, and leaves.

Drawing a breath, I continue to stab the dummy. Seldom can I get peace and quiet, and I cherish the moment. But it only takes a few short minutes until it is long gone.

"Time for lunch, Tributes!"

The vast table, pushed together by the Careers is filled with a buzzing jabber; tones and voices of all kinds ring out in the gymnasium. Tray of food in hand, I plop down in the last spot available, which unfortunately, is beside Faul Verlong.

"It was pretty stupid of you to go off to the sword station instead of the hand to hand station; you could have learned a thing or two from me while I was there, I'm amazing. Aren't I, Sage?" he boasts to his female counterpart, and she gives a small nod.

"Sure, whatever, Faul," she answers, acutely irritated. When he turns back to me I catch her give a small gesture to her head. It's an L shape, turned horizontally. She mouths, shoot me.

I don't blame her. Faul has an ego larger than Berrin's arm muscle, and the ignorance as well. Popping a strawberry in my mouth, I examine the tables scattering the large building.

Next to our colossal table sit the girl from Seven, and the boys from Four and Eight, they all seem to be well trained in combat as well as strategic.

Furthest to the wall are the intelligent tributes from Six, and my female counterpart, Angelica.

Diagonal from my alliance are girls from Three and Nine. I've seen both use long-ranged combat proficiently.

I crane my neck to see that the girl from Four and the boy from Seven are in a tense alliance, both don't seem to be the trusting type.

Despite the mask I hide behind, I can't help but imagine the light leave each and every one of their eyes as I pull the rapier from their chests.

Before I can analyze for a second more, everyone around me is dispersing from the tables and back to the stations. I slip my tray into the garbage, and walk to the bow and arrow station with the rest of my alliance. Bailey and Cassidy have resumed their quarrel once again, shrieking curses in octaves that make my ears ring.

"You bitch! I'm doing it right-"

"No, you aren't! You're supposed to-"

"Fuck, if you don't stop talking I'm going to rip your throat out-"

"Babe, she's not worth it, let's leave-" Gerisho tries to intervene, but Bailey pushes him aside and continues to spit and scream.

Then, the entire pack erupts into shouts and howls.

"I knew joining this alliance wasn't a good idea-"

"Bastard! Stop trying to protect me, I can handle myself-"

"Just you wait until we get into that arena; I'll make sure you're dead first-"

"Sage, you still love me, right-"

"Ugh, Faul-"

I manage to push through the crowd to watch Bailey and Cassidy. They both look about to annihilate each other, but before anyone can register Bailey's action, she grabs her celestial arrow and does something that was just waiting to happen. She charges straight to Cassidy; and stabs the arrowhead straight through the District Two's hand.

The whole alliance's argument shrieks to a halt as Cassidy yelps in pain, attempting to launch herself onto Bailey, but is restrained by a rush of Peacekeepers that appear from the door. Both girls are pulled away into different directions.

"FUCK YOU, GIZER!" Blood drips from Cassidy's hand as she wrestles in the iron grasp of the Capitol men.

"LIKEWISE, BITCH!" Bailey pants as the set of door close behind her.

I let one smirk flash across my face as they leave.

You are all weak, and when your innards are scattered along the grass, you'll know it was Sile Grenwich who brought you to a desecrated grave, not anyone else.

I'm pretty sure that little 'mishap' puts Bailey higher on the evil scale; I may be so bold as to say she's getting up there with Angel and Ariel, hmm?