AHH! I couldn't wait I just had to get this chapter up, so chapter 3 is waiting below! I didn't really have anything else to do so I figured why not write the new chapter? I had half of it written down in my Story Journal but I thought hey why not wing it? So please bear with me if things go off track. Anyways enjoy and REVIEW or COMMENT!

~Z

Disclaimer: I know that Leviathan and Hunger Games are not mine! Do you really have to rub it in my face...?

We have Therapy three times a week for two hours with Dr. Barlow. Basically we just discuss the games. At first it was hard but as time went by things got easier. We learn things about each other that we never knew.

For example, Lilit was a big rebel and troublemaker back home. She's from District 11. It's the district with the most people living in it. Her family made a living working on the fields. She said she always hated it. She got in trouble with the Peacekeepers a lot. Pulling pranks, sending them on wild goose chases you name and Lilit had done it. She was given the option to volunteer for the games or she was to be sent to a high level security prison in the Capitol.

Now Newkirk was a different story. He knew Deryn since they were little kids. They used to hunt back home in District 10. They didn't always have enough food so they both had to provide for their families even though hunting was illegal. Deryn got caught once and Newkirk put all the blame on himself. He was almost whipped to death. Newkirk was forced to volunteer since his family needed food. Deryn was chosen to compete against her will.

After Therapy we have lunch. I could practically hear my stomach rumbling as we walked down to the cafeteria. The doors open and suddenly I was hit by the smell of food. There are so many people here. Some are citizens of thirteen and others are refugees. The three of us sit at a table reserved for us. Not because we are Victors. But as in every apartment has a table.

Everyone is given different portions of food according to age height, weight, nutrition needs and so on. We all have a very big portion of some sort of slop in front of us. I poke the slop. It's soft. I pick up a spoonful and bring it to my nose. It smells somewhat normal. I go ahead and eat the substance. It actually doesn't taste bad.

Bovril comes bouncing in with his own tray of food. He sits across from us and next to Newkirk. I notice that Newkirk and Lilit have started to eat their food as well.

"So how are you three adjusting to District 13?" he asks. I shrug. I don't really like it here to be honest but we can't go back with the uprisings and all. And besides I wouldn't want to live in the Victor's Village. I just want to go back home with Bovril and have everything the way it was before the games.

I see someone across the room. The person is tall with golden hair, the same golden hair as Deryn. It can't be her. She's in the Capitol. Then the person turns around. It's not Deryn. My heart instantly drops into my stomach. It's Deryn's older brother Jaspert. He sits down at a table with three older women. I should go over there. Talk to him.

A slap to the back of the head from Lilit brings my attention back to the table. I rub the spot. Lilit has a pretty strong arm even if she is recovering.

"Watch it my head is still in pain." I say to her. Lilit gets ready to say something witty but Newkirk cuts her off.

"Stop whining, you're not the one who almost got cut open." he says. His bandage is off and now I can see the damage. It's a big thick scar stretching from his left eyebrow down to his chin. It's pretty gruesome once you get past the fact that it's a perfect curved line. Fitzroy actually made a really good slash. I still hate him though.

I look at my arm. 1:30- Command Room. I wonder why we have to go back there again.

"Do you guys have the Command Room scheduled next?" I ask. Bovril shakes his head. Lilit nods and Newkirk shows me his arm. "Okay," I finish eating my slop; Lilit and Newkirk join me to the area where we drop off our trays. We head down the hall to the Command Room.

I open the door. There are a lot of people here. They were probably waiting for us. Then in the corner of the room I see my stylist team made up of Klopp, Bauer and Hoffman. The three of us sit in the three chairs left. President Hobbes appears and stands on a platform that I didn't notice was there.

"The Victors have decided to help us. We will start shooting Propos as soon as possible. Eddie Malone will be in charge of cameras and the script and Adela Rogers will produce and get everything on schedule. We also have one of the remaining groups of stylists from the Capitol." Hobbes says. I look at the people he named. Eddie is fidgeting with his camera. Adela has her face buried in a clipboard writing things down furiously. And my stylist team is looking around at everything.

Mr. Rigby and Volger are sitting away from us muttering to each other. I haven't seen Volger since I attacked him on the hovercraft. I hate him. I truly and utterly hate him. I never did trust him. That was how he won the War Games when he competed. He manipulated the others and pinned them against each other with their own secrets. I clench my fists until I feel my nails digging into my palm. I don't care about the pain at the moment.

I wasn't paying attention to what he has been saying. All I heard was "shoot" and "need perfect lighting" after that I was plain old confused. I notice Volger looking my way. I narrow my eyes at him wishing I could just punch him. But I can't since there are too many people, I will get in deep trouble and he will most likely hurt me much more. I lay hands flat on the table and try to listen to what Hobbes is saying.

"The Capitol has aired a new special. We will watch it to see what is happening over there." he says as he turns on the biggest monitor. At first the screen is pitch black but then the Capitol seal zooms in and the anthem starts playing. I look down at the table. I don't want to watch this.

I hear Caesar's voice. "Hello people of the Capitol. You may be wondering why we have aired this occasion. Well we have the chance to interview one of the Victors." My ears perk a bit but I don't look up. I focus on the silver table in front of me.

"First up is the heartthrob from District 2, Victor Fitzroy!" he says. I hear the crowd cheer and some women gasp and scream from the crowd. It's very irritating and shrill.

I don't try to listen to the interview. Why should I? He tried to kill me on more than several occasions. I don't even know why we let him live. I should have killed him when I had the chance. He was the one who beheaded Alix, the other tribute from my district. We were the ones who pulled the stunt that angered Telsa and the game makers.

We thought about disabling the force field around the arena to escape. We found the chink and I aimed my spear at it. The cameras went off, everything went off and everything was peaceful for about 20 minutes. Then everything came online and the game makers were furious. They chased everyone to the middle of the arena using fire. A mass battle broke out. I got alive but Alix wasn't so lucky. Fitzroy beheaded her. All I remember is her head rolling towards me. Her golden eyes were still open and her dark brown hair was matted with blood.

I didn't even notice that Fitzroy interview was done. Caesar starts talking again about something idiotic. "Now let's hear it for the dangerous little lady from District 10, Victor Deryn!" I instantly look up and see Deryn sitting across from Caesar. I run out of my seat and stand right into front of the screen.

She is wearing a dress and she has make-up on. From what Newkirk has told me, she doesn't like wearing anything like that. Her face is still beautiful. I lay my hand on the screen almost hoping I could reach out to her. She doesn't look harmed in any way. In fact she looks bored and wishing she were somewhere else.

"Tell us Deryn, how are you?" Caesar asks her.

Deryn just blinks at him drums her fingers on the arm of the chair. "Bored as ever. This place is too fluffy and girly. I want out." she says. There is no doubt that this is Deryn.

"Really? I wouldn't leave. Anyways tell us about the games." he says.

Deryn leans closer to him. It looks like she wants to claw his throat out. "I can't just tell you about the games. It is something you wished you never experience again. And I don't want another child to go through what I went through." she hisses at him. Caesar gently pushes her away. She flops into her seat.

"Interesting." he says. The crowd is murmuring. Deryn looks out into the audience and sticks her tongue out. She clearly wants to anger them.

"May I go home now so that I can stare the wall for countless hours?" she asks.

"Certainly." he says. "That is the end of the interviews. We will see you all soon and may the odds be ever in your favor." he says just before the screen goes black and the seal appears with the anthem playing.

I stare at the black screen. Deryn is okay. At least she looks okay and that is enough for me at the moment. I turn around and see that everyone is watching what I will do next. I look around the room. Newkirk and Lilit look as surprised as me right now.

I go back to my seat and sit down. Deryn is safe. Strangely I don't feel comfortable with that statement.

A/N: Okay so there it is. It's a bit longer and for some reason I always feel like I'm typing a lot but then when I upload, it looks small. Well I hope you liked it. Please Review or Comment. They are always appreciated. So see you all on Monday for real this time!

~Z