Mailey's POV #3
Sundy had come to the visiting room just a few minutes after my parents had left. We were leaving for the train now. No one else had visited me. Not that I'm surprised. She picked Bear up first so once I saw him in the doorway I wrapped him in my arms and began to cry on his shoulder. I felt ridiculous sobbing like this, I never show people how I feel. I don't care they can see it. I'm going to be risking my life in a short little while for their entertainment. As me and Bear held each other and sobbed with each other,Sundy just stood behind us awkwardly with her short puffy dress and flats. She clears her throat to get our attention.
"I know it can be hard for you guys," She pauses and looks down at her shoes as I glance at her then brings her head backup. "But we have to get on the car so we can get on the train."
"She's right." Bear pulls away. "We can talk more on the train." I nod in agreement and grab his hand as we walk outside. I honestly am not this touchy, but like I said why should I care what they think if I'm risking my life for their entertainment.
We walk down the narrow stairs and exit out the back door instead of the front door towards the stage. As soon as the peacekeepers open the doors the sunlight hits my eyes and I am blinded. Instead of removing my hand from Bear's I find myself taking it with mine as I shield my eyes. The roar of the crowd sends shivers down my spine. Our feet continue behind Sundy's and we walk down stone steps leading to a place I haven't seen before. A little further down from the steps is a car ready to take us to the train. Peacekeepers surround us as we walk because of the mob of people. I find myself walking in front of Bear, maybe shielding him or maybe trying to save myself. Sundy doesn't look to see if we are still behind her, she just opens the back door of the car and settles herself into the far side and then waves us in. The doors close shut after us and the roar of the crowd is silenced.
"This may seem overwhelming to you guys," She sighs. "But this is just the start." With that said the driver races off to take us to the train station.
Me, Sundy, and Bear quickly rush on to the train stopping for no one. Somehow in the chaos I lost Bear's hand. I think about grabbing it again but contain myself. Almost immediately as we get on the train, it begins at full speed towards the Capitol. The sudden jerk sends all of us lurching forward. Sundy brushes off her stagger and gives us a quick tour of all the train cars. As we walk into what seems to be the dinning car, I see our mentor. In each district they pick only one mentor for each of the games because they have many different methods of teaching, I guess they don't want to confuse the tributes. He raises from his booth and walks towards us with a serious look on his face. He must of avoided the crowd and got on the train while we were visiting.
"The name's Marcus Denan." He grabs my hand firmly and locks his brown eyes on mine. He is very tall probably another whole foot over me. He has darker skin and looks very muscular under his tight black sweater and blue jeans. "This isn't an occasion to be giving you hope and smiles." He now grabs Bear's hand and shakes it. "This is a time for truth."
"Well!" Sundy claps her hands together loudly to get all of our attention. "I think we can discuss this over dinner." She looks at Marcus. "They've had a long day, let them get something to eat."
As me and Bear grab a plate each and begin to fill them Sundy explains that since district 2 is so close to the Capitol, that our train will be arriving early next morning. So I have one sleep and then I have to deal with the strangness of the Capitol. I have to be dealing with my preperation to fight. I may be prepared physiclly for the games, but I'm not prepared mentally for the torture I'm about to go through next. I finish filling my plate and leave Bear and sit in the chair across from Marcus. I feel his eyes on me as I set my plate on the wooden table.
"What!?" I spit at him without meeting his eyes.
"I'm just evaluating you." He takes a sip of his coffee, or what looks like coffee but smells like liquor. "Don't get testy."
"You can't judge people based on their appearance." I look him in the eyes and pick up a fork. "It may not look like it but I can fight." I shovel food in my mouth and speak between the tender goodness. "Probably even better than some of the other tributes."
He shrugs his shoulders and sips some more coffee. "That may be the case," He puts down his mug. "Your appearence could help you in these games." I look at him as I finish my mouthfull of food.
"I'm listening." I put down the fork and fold my hands infront of me. Bear walks over and takes the seat beside me.
"Nice of you to join." He beams a big smile towards Bear. "You could listen too." His smile disappears and he looks at us seriously. "Since you don't look like a fighter the other tributes wont bother with you until the end." Marcus tries to grab his coffee but Sundy steals it away from him and gives him a look. He rolls his eyes then puts his focus on us. "Anyways, once the other tributes think your not a threat thats when you snatch them when they least expect it." He shrugs again. "Use that if you want. There are other methods, but that one seems like the best fit for you."
"What other advice can you give us?" Bear asks him while shoving some sort of bread in his mouth.
"Well its hard to say." He sighs. "With the arenas changing every year. I don't know what to prepare you for."
"So why don't you prepare us for all of it?" I ask not even interested in my food anymore.
"I will." He stands up from his chair. "Better get some rest while you can." His feet lead him off into silence.
"What a load of crap." I continue on with my plate.
"Don't be so hard." Sundy sits herself on the chair in front of me. "You still have a couple days to prepare." She grabs my hand a cross the table. "Thats plenty of time."
I rip my hand out of her grasp. I slam the chair so hard it hits the wall behind me. My feet walk faster than my mind and I arrive in what Sundy told me was my room. There was a bed wedge in the corner with a window on one of the walls that touch the side of the bed. Beside the bed is a dresser. My dress is off before I close the door. I fold the dress and place it in the bottom drawer of the dresser. I look through the top drawer and find a shirt and pants to my liking. My black shirt and black pants make me feel at home. Makes me fel like I'm going to the training center after school. I leave my hair alone and lay on the bed, leaving the sheets and passing out as soon as my head hits the pillow. I hear footsteps outside my door but no one bothers me. Not even Bear. The only person that I want to bother me at the moment, doesn't.