Guess what? This is actually an update! An actual legit update! No more fillers, this is the real stuff now! To all of you who gave me weapon ideas, I will use them! This chapter will contain the first half of the duel, I think... we'll see.

Anyway, here it is!

"Peeta, of course I talk, since I'm not a doll", Snow tells me.

I laugh nervously. Right, I knew that.

Then I remember what he said. HE'S PRESIDENT SNOW!

"NO!" I scream. "You're worse than a doll! You're going to kill me!"

I run down the hall to my room. I hear the man call out, "I just wanted to wish you luck against Katniss's cousin Gale. He may be trying to protect her from you, but you aren't a threat."

I stop in my tracks, "Uh, thank you...?"

"Yes", he says as he makes his way over to me. "You're very intellegent, you'll be able to defeat him. Just remember that this isn't going to be the same as going into the Games."

"I kinda already figured that out", I say.

"Oh, uh, I see", he stutters. "Well, you know Katniss will be here to watch you"-

"I knew that too."

"WELL WHAT DON'T YOU KNOW?"

Apparently he's bipolar...

"Uh, I don't know sir. Do we still get gifts in the arena?"

"Yes, of course", he informs, composing himself. "But that's all I'm going to tell you since you seem to know everything now, Mr. Mellark."

"Okay...?"

"Goodbye, Mr. Mellark!"

Then he's just gone. Like, poof. Magic. And well, an elevator might have helped too.

I wake up to breakfast in bed. French Toast. Why is it even called French Toast? What's French even supposed to mean?

Before I even take a bite, the guy who gave it to me, snatches it away.

"This isn't for you, it's for Peeta Mellark."

I raise my eyebrow.

"Excuse me, but I am Peeta Mellark."

The guy scoffs, "No you're not. You don't look anything like the guy in the picture."

"I'm older now!" I say.

He looks down at the toast.

"Oh... well, they told me to give this to the guy in the picture and they told me it was Peeta Mellark... So I guess I'm going to have to eat this since the guy in the picture can't..."

He takes a bite of french toast. He spits it out on the floor.

"Good thing you didn't eat it. It tastes lousy anyway."

He takes another bite and swallows.

"Yup, that tastes really bad... ehhh, this tastes almost like", he takes a dramatic pause. "Poison."

He falls to the floor, grabbing his throat.

I run out of there, calling for help.

"Help! The guy who gave me my breakfast is dying!"

But Haymitch seems to come out of nowhere and grabs my arm.

"Peeta, that's what happens if Avoxes eat your food. They get poisoned. If you eat it, you'll be fine, since you're immune to it. They give all the Avoxes shots that make them un immune -or something like that- to the poison in the food", Haymitch explains.

"Wow, you must be sober enough to actually be able to explain that to me."

"Or drunk enough", he growls.

He begins pulling me away to the elevator when I ask, "Hey, he wasn't an Avox. He spoke."

Haymitch turns to me.

"Yea, sure he did. That's about as likely as that doll talking to me". He points to President Snow downstairs.

Then Snow waves at us and shouts, "Good morning!"

Haymitch screams, "The doll talked!"

"So the Avox did talk", I claim triumphantly.

"Okay, okay, FINE!" Haymitch agrees gruffly. "But why would they hire someone who wasn't an Avox?"

"No idea", I say.

In the elevator, the same attendent from last night opens the door for us and lets us in. There's no sign of evil in him today, but I still don't completely trust him.

"Hello", he says to me pleasently.

"Hi", I say to him.

Haymitch gives me a strange look.

"Peeta, I don't mean to scare you or anything, but he's an Avox too. Are you sure you're feeling okay?"

My eyes widen as I turn back to the attendent.

"Is he right? You're an Avox?"

He laughs, "Yup, unfortunately. So are you gonna get off now or not?"

We get out of the elevator and Haymitch is still looking at me as if I've completely lost it. Maybe I have.

Gale and Katniss meet us near the training center and I secretly wonder if they actually got to eat. Then Gale pulls out a piece of toast and begins knawing away on it.

"So you did eat!" I accuse.

Gale hides the taost behind his back. "No..."

"YOU DID!" I scream. I tackle him and grab the toast and eat the rest of it.

Gale gets up and brushes himself off. "Man, where did you learn to tackle so well?"

Katniss turns to him. "Don't you ever pay attention to the wrestling meets at school, Gale?"

"We have wrestling meets?"

Katniss sighs, "Oh, that's right, you're too busy making traps."

"Well I'm sorry that we get to eat!"

"Knock it off, all of you, or you'll embarrass me in front of all my adoring fans!" We hear someone say. I look back. Oh... Finnick.

"You can kill each other in the arena, okay boys?" he begs us.

We both nod, though we're glaring at each other.

Katniss stares at us. "Wait, what do you mean 'killing each other'?"

Haymitch pulls Gale aside for advice and Finnick does the same for me, leaving Katniss by herself in the middle.

"Now, Peeta, just remember that as soon as you get a weapon, kill him. After all, that's what I had to do in my Games" , Finnick tells me.

"That's it?"

He examins his nails, not even bothering to glance at me.

"Yea, pretty much. Have fun!" And he pushes me into the arena, as well as Gale who is being pushed by Haymitch.

Katniss waves at us and yells, "Bye guys! I hope you have fun!" Does she even know that one of us might not come out alive?

Then we're put on our platforms and shoot straight up into the arena. Well, so much for training.

Okay, well... you saw! It was the end of the fillers! Muahaha, but still a pretty legit chapter don't ya think? (it is keeping the story going.) The next chapters will be long and contain pretty epic and legit parts of the duel! So yay for that!

But until then, reviews would be much appreciated. THANKS!

;D (Did I mention that I enjoy reviews? -winks- haha)