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"Yeah but... only one can survive." There was a deadly silence.

"Don't worry, Katniss, our kids are tough as nails. And anyway, there'll be riots if they died. People love you, so they'll love them."

"OK... You're right, anyway. And I worry to much. Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to bed." Rory and I ran back to our rooms and pretended to be asleep when we were checked on. But that moment there, I made it my personal challenge to make sure that Rory and I both won.

"Good morning, sunshine," dad said as I stirred. He looked like he hadn't had much sleep himself, but I was too tired to move my mouth to talk. Instead I just nodded and walked downstairs. Rory was running around with a toy gun in his hand, shooting everything in sight. Gale and mum were talking, and dad was focusing on a rather green looking loaf of bread. It was as if the reaping didn't happen at all, even though it was all that dared enter my mind. I rubbed my eyes and said "So why are we awake at three in the morning, again?"

"We have to get to the Capitol before five. Now can you hurry up? We're leaving in ten minutes." I hastily ate my breakfast, got changed and washed my hair in that time period. By the time we got to the train, I was starving. I was seriously considering asking dad if he still had that odd-looking piece of bread. But when we went inside the train, it was like staring in a place known simply as my dreams.

I stepped onto the blood red carpet, inhaling the scent of a variety of Capitol food. The heat wrapped around me so much that I felt a little queasy. Rory, however, was thrilled to be in a train and had already run off somewhere out of my sight. Mum and dad where in the train with us, but Gale wasn't. Strangely I was both surprised and disappointed that he didn't come, but it's not like I'm his kid. Rory didn't even notice his absence. He still had that toy gun with him, and the Capitol lady was eyeing him as if he was an criminal. "I'm on a train!" he yelled to no one in particular, while sticking his head out of every window.

"Rory, calm down," dad ordered. But Rory didn't. He just kept running around the place. He knocked me down when I tried to restrain him, but I managed to grab his leg. It ended up with a small fight, with mum and dad repeatedly apologising to the Capitol lady. Dad forced Rory to sit down and eat, and I walked to the end. It was a lot more quiet there. In fact, it was too quiet, because I fell asleep.

"Wasn't that fun, now?" he asked, removing the bandage from my arm. His face was twisted into a hideous smile, as he watched the blood leak from the wound. His laugh sounded horrible, like metal scraping on metal. But who was he? Suddenly I was in my room. But it wasn't my room. Someone was lying on the floor.

"Amy...Amy..."

"Amy!" I bolted up, rubbing my eyes hastily. "Are we there yet?"

"No, we had to make a quick stop. But while we wait do you want something?"

"No, mum. I don't feel that well. But can I have a drink?" Mum sighed. "You need something to eat. You barely had anything this morning."

"I said I don't want anything to eat!" I snapped. Mum looked surprised. "Well, um, if you do then have something. Please." And with that she left. I groaned and sank back into my chair, secretly wishing I had some food.

"We're here! Welcome to the Capitol!" I swear every thought of food and home and the challenges disappeared. I forgot this place was where I would die, I forgot this place was where so many others had fallen. I was still in a daze of awe as we reached a large, cylindrical building. The Capitol woman cleared her throat. "You may go in," she said, opening the door. I walked in, my hand running along the smooth walls, not an imperfection in sight. It was cold, but it suited the dark appearance. I suddenly didn't feel like myself any more. I felt like some one brought up without a single care in the world.

We all can agree that's the total opposite of me.

We went walking for so long, I started having doubts we were in the same building. It seemed as if we had walked past three by the time we arrived. The room was much more brighter, but I didn't like that. I wanted to be back in the dark, cold corridors. Rory was clutching my arm. Mum and dad had long since left us, and I don't think Rory and I had ever spent so much time together alone. "Amy, let's go in," he whispered. I did, my limbs moving like a puppet. The room was so quiet that Rory's whisper actually echoed throughout the room. We took our seats as the District Twelve tributes, sitting as close to each other as possible. I looked around, surprised at the variation of tributes.

The one that caught my eye most was the girl from District Seven. She looked around the same age as Rory, but much, much shorter. Her face was quite dirty, with two, long clean strips from where her tears had fell. One of her eyes was blind, and her right arm stood limp and withered at her side. Several bruises protruded from her pale skin, which she had obviously tried to conceal. Suddenly the door opened.

"Good morning, tributes. I trust you had a good night's sleep." Yeah right. "Well, today you will spend your day training, and tomorrow the challenges will begin. And may the odds be ever in your favour." He marched us all into a large room, full of different training stations. Only a screen explained what each station was meant for; some for dodging, some for running, some for jumping. Rory tugged at my arm.

"Can we go to that one?" he asked, pointing to the temperature endurance station. I groaned but took him there.

"This room is to test your endurance on extreme heat and below-freezing cold. To stop the temperature from increasing or decreasing, please push the green button. To proceed step into the booth and push the green button." I stepped inside, Rory begging to go in first. The door shut. Slowly, slowly, the heat went up. My hand shot up to press the button. "You have below-average heat endurance,"the robotic voice said. Then the room turned cold. That was better. It took a while for my hand to push the green button. "You have above-average cold endurance. Please enter your name, age and district." I did so, and went out. It took a lot longer for Rory to come out. He beamed as he came out, his blond hair covered in frost. We were about to go to another station, when a siren rang.

"Time for a break! All tributes are required to go to the hall for an urgent clean-up at station seven. Lunch is also being served at the hall." At those words almost all the tributes ran into the hall like a pack of rabid wolves.

My stomach moaned as the scent of food wafted up my nose. I picked up a tray, piling the food onto it. Rory did the same, except most of his were deserts and treats. We sat at a table at the edge, away from all the mayhem.

"Excuse me, but can I sit at this table?" I looked up and saw a tall girl with long red hair and light brown eyes standing before us with her tray. I knew immediately that she was from District 1.

"Oh, I get it. She's from District 1! She's from a career District! Oh no, she's scary! Well, you don't have to let me sit at the table-"

"No, come on," I said. "Have a seat." She smiled and sat down.

"So, er, what's your name?"

"I'm Amy and this is my brother, Rory."

"Cool. I'm Venice, by the way."

"Wow. That's... a pretty name." Venice rolled her eyes. "Please. It's horrible (A/N To people called Venice, it is not a horrible name). I'd much rather be called Amy."

"No you don't! That's a horrible name (A/N To people called Amy, it is not a horrible name) and it's good because my sister is horrible!" Rory declared, pounding his fist on the table as if making a very important statement.

"Oh, is that so?" Venice asked, raising her eyebrows. Rory grinned and nodded.

"Hey Rory, why don't you go hang out with someone your age?" Rory pouted but obeyed.

"Boys," I mumbled, poking at my food. Suddenly a tray slammed on our table.

"Hey, everyone!" A boy with green eyes and dark curly hair yelled. I jumped. Was this guy crazy? "And yes, I totally am crazy."

"Are you reading my mind?!"

"No, you said 'is this guy crazy?' out loud." I blushed and laughed awkwardly. "I'm George, District 3." He sat himself next to me. "I know who you two are. I have very good hearing." He tapped his large ears. We all had a good, long conversation, until it was announced that the station was fixed and that we could all go to training. I was kind of sad, seeing as we were having fun, but it wasn't as bad as before. I was with George and Venice. We trained until late night, and then we were excused from the building and into a large building. We were on the top floor. It was a small elevator, and all the tributes were crammed in it. But once we got to the twelfth floor we felt better. Mum and dad were there, and so was Gale. We didn't really talk much, but once we went to bed, Rory came to my room.

"I made a new friend," he said.

"That's nice," I mumbled into my pillow.

"Her name's Lucy."

"Mmm."

"I'm only telling you this because I saw you looking at her earlier. She's the girl from District 7."

I know. It was some bad ending. Not much of a cliffhanger. But please do review.