The voice seemed to surround me, I shoved my hands into my pockets instinctively, hoping that no one would see that my arms were shaking uncontrollably. I could say that I was cold, but that would make me seem a liar. Just have to tough it out, and hope that no one realizes it on television.

I look at the girls, and none of them look fit enough to kill a place mat. Katniss's face comes to the screen. and the thundering voice gives in to her harsh tones.

"You may think that this hunger games is all fun, all games. I must tell you that you have volunteered to die, as there are more capable tributes out there that have wanted to get revenge on the capital, as the districts have been at unease, loathing you. Now there is a chance for one last victor, and I daresay, may the odds be ever in your favor."

I feel crushed. I looked up to her, and she just told me that I was going to my death. Maybe that was the point. To win these games, I must count myself among the dead. Katniss would never do something cruel to the Capital people she loves, after all, we're one of the reasons that she's alive today. We paid Thresh not to kill Katniss. We gave him a daily food supply, and told him that if he wins, make sure that he isn't the one who kills Katniss. We paid for those beasts to attack him, rather savagely, but at least he's at home, recovering from his wounds, with all that money.

Katniss's face disappears from the large screen, and the thundering voice returns as well.

"We all are proud to call you, our first, final, and best tributes! May the odd be ever in your favor." A large man in a dress comes up to the podium, and speaks, forcing me to change my description of her. It's a woman, a totally large, and unattractive woman!

"And now, we will do things just like they do in the districts. We will call the ladies first. There is one person that catches my eye. one girl, smaller than the rest. tied to a chair. At first she was given lots of dirt looks, as this never happens in the capital, but she's soon ignored, and everyone is talking about what President Snow's grand daughter will wear in the arena, and they hoped that they would get picked as the other female.

"Other female," I find myself saying under my breath. Chace hears me, and replies comically.

"Did they not tell you that the all the participating tributes would have the showdown of ther life, as they relive one of the quarter quells. Two boys and two girls would be reaped."

"no, I thought it was only one, like the original."

"Not really. You see, the victors had something against President Snow, and they want to get back at him by sending his grand daughter into a final games, along with some other capital kids, just to see how you like it. Maybe it would seem more real, and the capital would actually sense the danger in the Hunger Games.

"Augusta Prime and Tandy Snow!May our two tributes please step forward." the president's grand daughter is untied, and arched to the stage, along with a girl that I immediately recognize as Augusta Prime. I remember her. she used to beat me up in the first grade, only to confess her love to me since those days.

Tandy looks frail, but she seems strong-willed, and determined. I think that she could do okay in the arena.

A/N

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