Seneca,

I thought about what you said. But first and foremost, I acted immaturely last night and I hope you can forgive me. I just don't think a rebellion is the best thing for me to get involved in. There is nothing for me to rebel against, and maybe you have a valid reason but so far I don't. I shouldn't be putting myself in a dangerous situation like that, especially being on the goodside of everyone. If, and only if, there were a reason for me to join this 'rebellion' then I'd gladly take part. I hope you know what your doing. Snow is a very powerful man and he will take everyone down if he has to.

I hope I have not offended you and if we had some sort of friendship going that it would not be corrupted by this.

Always,

Serenity St*arr

"Ready?" Avery asked me.

I took in a deep breath. I feel as nervous as I had when I stood on that eploding mine death trap. "Does it matter?" I asked.

She shook her head. "At this point, no not really."

The Victor's Lounge is flooded with Claudius Templesmith's voice. Oh boy. "Ladies and gentlemen, let the Second Quarter Quell, the Fiftieth Hunger Games begin!"

There was a collective gasp of awe from the victors as we get our first glimpse at the arena. Everything is so...beautiful. Breathtaking. The meadows surronding the Cornucopia looks like it was taken from a fairy tale. The sky were a maginificent cerulem and the clouds look like fluffs of cotton candy. I wish my arena was that pretty.

The horn sounded and several kids raced towards the Cornucopia. My eyes were kept on Maysilee and Haymitch. Both of them charge at the golden harvest symbol at full speed. All Maysilee can manage to get is a medium sized purple backpack, before a Career nearly kills her with a spear.

Haymitch manages to stay out of sight and grabs a huge bag, sprinting away from the Cornucopia. Cannons are firing left and right, in all honesty I'm trying to keep up with the deaths but I'm failing. The only thing keeping me from knowing Maysilee and Haymitch are all right is their tv's. When a tribute dies, the personal tv shuts itself off, which make sense since there's nothing to film.

I'm standing between Chaff and Avery. "How many are gone?"

"So far fourteen are gone. Three lost all of theirs, Five lost two, Six lost one, Seven's at three, Eight, Nine, and Ten have got one and Demeter's is gone." Chaff says to me. Another cannon booms. "And District Seven is out of the running."

"No!" We faintly here Jette yell further down.

"Goddammit!" Aerial from Six hisses, as another cannon goes off.

"Now we're at sixteen, I think the initial bloodbath is over." Chaff says, he turns around for a split second. "In a regular games we would nearly be done by now."

"How's your tribute doing?" I asked.

"He's injured." Chaff said. "But he'll live."

I raise an eyebrow. "You've got a lot of confidence for someone in the Games."

"He's found a place away from other tributes." Chaff explains, giving me an amused look.

"How can you be so sure of that?"

Chaff turns and points. I know in the back the regular games are playing, the ones the citizens get to see. But next to that looks like a map of the whole arena, with glowing dots scattered across it. Some are in clumps and others are solo. How could I not have noticed that before.

"If you haven't guessed, it's a map of the whole arena. The dots are the tributes, once we get into the final three the dots turn into their normals selves. If you look close enough you can see the animals on there." He says.

"And how do you keep track of these tributes?"

"Their colors. In most of the districts, the color of the dot reflects the district's profession. Eleven is green because of the nature, Four is blue because of the oceans, Seven's brown for the lumber, Twelve is black because of the coal."

I smirk. "And are you positive of this?"

"Most certain." He nods. "Some we don't understand because it goes by Capitol knowledge. If you're really that curious Seeder spent some time in the Capitol after her win."

I continue to stare at the screen. The black dots aren't together, but they're fairly close to me, especially Allison and Haymitch. "Ok, what does the color red, have to do with livestock?"

"Everyone know that one." Chaff waves his hand dismissevely. "Ten isn't just livestock, it's also where they slaughter the livestock. The red stands for the blood."

"Oh yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking." I said. "I just wanted to make sure."

We continue to watch the big map. The black dots seem to be doing ok, until I see a colored dot I'm unsure of starting to hover near one of them. "Why is that white dot close to Asher? Chaff, who are the whites?"

"District Two." He replies immediately.

I quickly turn back to the screens to watch Asher's. Suddenly the boy from Two, the one even I was terrified of, walks onto the screen. Asher backs up and tries to run. But boy, is that other kid fast. He immidiately gets Asher in a headlock and with a twitch of his hands he snaps Asher's neck. The cannon fires.

His screen goes dead. I turn. His dot is faded. Behind me, Avery curse angrily. But I don't have the chance to even think about it when the same white dot starts wandering close to Maysilee. I turn back to her screen. She can hear a tribute coming but she starts walking in the wrong direction.

"Please," I murmured. "Please figure out who you're going towards."

She lets out a scream the second she sees the boy from two. She's fast, I'll give her that. She runs, he follows but he isn't that fast. I guess Asher wasn't that speedy or Maysilee just showed the world her talent.

"Hey Starr, you're tribute seems terrified of my tribute." Avra Kane from District Two shouts from the end of the room. She won the Forty Second Hunger Games, a year before Melinda. And she too was on the pretty victor side.

"Shut up, Avra." I snap. "I bet you both my tributes can make it further then any of your tibutes."

Avra raised a perfect eyebrow and walked over here. "Do you want to make that bet official?"

I grinned. "Ready for you to lose-again?"

She snorted. "That one time was because Wave helped you, and he's probably the better at math then anyone in this room. But I don't know."

"You scared?" I taunted, glancing back at my screens to make sure they were both alright before I did anything.

She shook her head. "Not the slightest. I just feel bad, taking money from a thirteen year old. My mother always said never take money from a child."

"Yeah? Well, my mother always told me never to take money from some stupid enough to provoke a bet with me." I smirked.

"Then I guess we're even." Avra said innocently. "How big do you want to go with this? Hundreds? Thousands? We've got enough to spare."

I thought about it. "How about for every tribute of District Two Maysilee and Haymitch can outlast you give me two hundred and fifty. If they both outlast one then it's five hundred."

She nodded. "That sound fair enough. Now if your tributes die, it's one fifty for every District Two still remaining."

"Agreeable. Now, shall we even discuss winner?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Sure. If Kai wins it's a thousand five hundred, but if it's just a district partner eight hundred fifty. Same amount as Kai for your Maysilee and Haymitch."

"And just to make things interesting, if the final battle is between Twelve and Two, an extra five hundred to the winnings." I followed.

"How about an extra fifty if a killing is your tributes doing?"

We stuck out hands and shook them. "Deal." We both chanted.

Chaff took a moment to stop watching his tv and look at us. "How are you two ever going to remember those rules?" He asked incredulously.

"We have a good memory." Avra said. "Right, Serenity?"

"Right you are, Avra." I nodded.

"Well, then, I will see you later. I must go join my place next to Carleson. Feel free to drop by the Career side of the room, where you belong, anytime you please." She gave Serenity a gleaming white smiled. "Twelve, Eleven." She gave Avery and Chaff a nod.

"Tell Carleson I say hi?"

"Glady." She walked away in her model-like fashion.

"Why do you befriend all the Careers?" Chaff asked me.

"Because I am a Career." I said simply.

"But she's so snide." Avery commented, not even looking at me. Her eyes were trained on Allison's screen.

"Most District Two's are." I sigh. "They as me why I befriend you guys and I have to give them a lecture, please be above them."

The arena was getting dark and the anthem started playing. Maysilee trusted her surrondings and passed out in a matter of minutes. I really hope no one night hunts like in my games.

Although, it was pretty fun.

Haymitch did not want to sleep. And I'm glad he didn't. I wish I gave him an alliance to go into. We arranged Maysilee to work with District Seven and Three, thanks to Jette and Beetee, but they're both evidently out of the running.

Allison was sleeping peacefully beside a bush of pretty looking-peonies, was it?

"Hey, you want to join us to watch the big screen?" I jumped at the sound of Wave's voice. He was standing right beside me. How did I not notice him? God, these games are enticing, especially when you're not involved!

"Sure, sure." I gave him a death glare as he chuckled to himself about my reaction.

On screen was an unfamiliar tribute. "Who's she from?" I asked.

"Eight." Wave replied. "And it looks like she's trying to kill a squirel, probably dodged the Cornucopia, very hungry, most likely to nervous to eat this morning."

I frowned. The squirel was so adorable, fluffy like the clouds with a face like a kitten. As she creeped closer to the creature, with what looks like a homemade spearhead, it came more alert. She was so close when the squirel's eyes turned red and ambushed her. A few more joined it and clawed her to death. The girl screamed for minutes when it becamed mufled and weaker until it faded and her glowing dot faded out.

BOOM!

The camera changed and focused onto my very own Haymitch. I don't know what happened to him but his shirt was torn and bright crimson drops of blood were dripping from his chest. Three identical claw marks were parrallel,. He gave a little sound of pain and dug through his backpack, openining anti-poison relief.

The arena was like a poison paradise.

He continued to walk, I could tell he didn't trust his mind enough to sleep. Apparently he noticed something so he took a few steps back. Allison was sleeping peacefully infront of him. He let out a defeated sigh and sat down next to the fourteen year old.

A few victors had already left to sleep so they'd be up in the morning. I was quite tired myself, since I've got barely any sleep last night. "Wake me up if something happens, interesting or involving my tributes." I told Wave. He nodded.

The last thing I saw on screen was Chaff's tribute, lighting a fire, while the Careers noticed the smoke immediately.