So, you didn't get an update yesterday because I was at a marching competition all night. On the bright side, we got 1's(For those of you that haven't the slightest clue, Marching competitions give one of four scores, 1 being the best and 4 the worst.) and our over all band got a 2, (but we were very close to the 1...:'(

Anyways, here is the next chapter! so enjoy!

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District 1

District 1: Luxury. This district has produced more victors than can be counted and is well-known as a Career District. It is believed that this district trains their tributes for the games, which is technically illegal. However, it gives a good show, so it is overlooked. For two weeks I will be here to study the district. I will start my research in the streets of the town square where I will interview the citizens."

Kat then proceeded to click her recorder off as she stepped off of the train and into the train station. She was met by cheers of excitement from the people of District 1. She put on her most award-winning smile, that she used mostly for public events in the capital, and the crowd went berserk. She began to walk down a path cleared by peacekeepers and everyone held out hand in the hope they would have an opportunity to even brush up against her. Kat was used to this and held her hands out, clapping as many as she could.

Finally, after what feels like hours, she's out of the train station and on the streets of District 1. The buildings stood almost as tall as Capitol buildings and were made of sheets of glass or marvel. She smiled at its beauty, at least there was something good about this place.

Kat was vaguely aware of a group of girl standing off on the side-walk whispering excitedly. They obviously were not rich enough or important enough to get into the train station. A smirk played on Kat's lips and she changed direction so she was headed their way. As she began to approach them she caught some of their whispers. "Oh my gosh, she's coming over here!" "Does my hair look okay?" "I don't smell funny do I?" "I can't believe we're gonna get to talk to Katalina Snow!"

"Hey ladies," Kat said cheerfully, waving at the group. The girls went silent when she spoke.

As she got closer one of the girls gave an excited squeal and her blond hair swung wildly down her back as she bounced in excitement. "I can't believe Kat Snow is talking to us!" Then she seemed to think of something and stopped, "I'm sorry, I look silly when I do that."

"It's okay," Kat assured her with a warm smile. "We all have our moments. You should have seen me when Shimmer came to the Capitol for his Victory Tour."

The girls murmured in agreement and Kat mentally rolled her eyes. Shimmer was the victor of the 99th Hunger Games. He was an eighteen-year-old boy from District 1 and was a player almost as big as Finnick Odair. He was tall with shinning blue eyes and blond hair with just enough wave to it and that fell in tight sweep over his eyes. Tight muscles and tan skin made him look like he should have been more of a combination of District 4 and 2 rather than District 1.

The only girl in the group who didn't seem head-over-heels for him was the blond girl who had spoken. "He's my brother you know," she said with an amused grin.

"Really?" Kat asked. She hadn't known Shimmer had a sister. This didn't surprise her of course, sometimes tributes and victors don't reveal anything about their home lives, but if Shimmer had a pretty sister like this girl, then Kat would think he would want to show her off.

"Yes!" She replied excitedly. "My name's Glimmer!"

The memory of the 74th Hunger Games, which she had been watching before she arrived at District 1, forced its way to the front of her mind. The District 1 tribute from that year had been a gorgeous blond girl just like this girl before her named Glimmer. According to Claudius Templeman, the announcer of the games at the time, the girl had scores of young men, and even a few older men, drooling over her. Her death had been one of the most terrible. She had been camping out right under a tree that held the District 12 girl, Katniss Everdeen. While she had dozed off, the girl above her cut down a nest of Trackers, very vicious mutts used in the Districts' rebellion who's stings could cause insanity and commonly death, right on top of her. The mutts were quickly upon her and she got the brunt of the creatures' rage. Her demise was wracked with screams and convulsing and no doubt grueling hallucinations.

Kat gave an impulsive shudder then forced herself to put on a look of cheerful recognition. "Oh, the District 1 girl from the 74th Hunger Games was named Glimmer!"

Glimmer smiled happily, "Yes that's who I was named after!"

"That's so cool!" Kat exclaimed with fake enthusiasm.

"Yes it is! She's my hero. This year I'm gonna win the Hunger Games in her honor!" Glimmer seemed very confident in herself as she stated it.

Kat's smile faltered. "Really? You seem rather young to be in the games this year."

Glimmer's smile and confidence never faltered. "Sure I am, I am only thirteen, of course."

Kat's frown deepened. "Then why not wait until your older?"

"Because this year is a Quarter Quell!" Glimmer said as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "It would be one of the greatest honors ever to win a Quarter Quell."

"Of course," Kat said, finally regaining her composure. "Duh."

Glimmer nodded approval and went on, "Of course everyone else will be going for this year, too, but I'm gonna volunteer first!"

Kat nodded to show she was listening. "So do you have any predictions for the Quell?"

Glimmer shrugged as the other girls in the group murmured their thoughts to one another. "What about the arena? Have any thoughts?"

Glimmer's face lit up, "Oh I'm not sure what they'll do, but I particularly like last year's arena!"

Kat gave a nod of approval. It had been very strange indeed last year. The arena had been set in the sky and the inside looked just like a hovercraft. As the Games stretched into days, the arena began to fall apart. You never knew when the floor underneath a tribute would fall out from under them or a bomb would blow them clean out of the arena.

"So I would like to talk to some of the District 1 victors. Any chance you could show me to the Victors Village?"

Glimmer nodded her consent. She then proceeded to turn on her heel and, with the other girls on her heels, took off in the opposite direction. Kat took a few quick steps to catch up. "So we've seen a lot of mutts in the Hunger Games. Do you have any particular favorites?"

"Of course I do," Glimmer replied. "My favorite mutts are the Jinx Jackals."

Kat nodded, remembering the mutts. They had been introduced in the first Hunger Games Kat ever watched, the 93rd, and had become a Gamemaker favorite. They appeared to be some sort of cross between a fox and a wild dog, otherwise known as jackals. They seemed innocent enough, but they could grow to about ten times their size and ruthlessly rip apart tributes. They get the jinx part of their name because they come when a tribute is to confident in their good luck, and are commonly known as bad luck even if you get away, which very few do.

"I liked the bird mutt from last year," a dark-haired girl in the group said suddenly. This comment made Glimmer flare up.

"Why? Because they attacked my brother?"

Shimmer had nearly been killed by the bird mutt the Gamemakers had sent out in last year's games. It picked off two tributes in the top eight and when it came down to the top two, it found Shimmer. Kat remembered thinking he was a goner as the bird picked him up and attempted to rip him apart. He did a good job of fighting back but the bird was winning. His skin was covered in deep gashes and his leg was nearly amputated. His eye had been gorged out he couldn't do much screaming in pain because he was spending more time spitting out blood. Just as all hope seemed lost, the other tribute, the 14-year-old from District 6, came to his rescue, shooting down the bird with one quick arrow in its eye. Shimmer proceeded to return the favor by shoving the talon he had ripped from the birds foot during the fight straight through the girl's head when she came to see if he was alright.

The hovercraft had to move quickly to reach him in time, and they still barely saved him. His leg had to be completely taken off and they gave him a new leg and eye. Not to mention they had to stretch what little skin he had left to cover his body and still had to use a skin graphing system. Still they managed to restore him somewhat to his former glory.

Kat listened as Glimmer made wild accusations at the girl who had commented about the bird and that's when Kat realized who the girl looked like. "Were you related to Satin?"

Satin was the female tribute from last year. She had only made it to the final four before she was killed by the boy from District 5 who was then was brutally killed by an enraged Shimmer. She had been a lovely girl as was expected from District 1.

The girl smiled. "Yes. I am her little sister, or was anyways. My name's Velvet." She gave the Capital girl a warm smile and continued. "And I'm gonna avenge my sister in this year's Hunger Games whether Glimmer likes it or not."

"Please you'll die in the bloodbath it you volunteer this year," Glimmer told her. "You're only twelve."

"So will you," Velvet snapped back heatedly. "You're only thirteen!"

"Yes, but I'm smarter than you are!"

"Are not!"

"Am too!"

"What's going on?" They stopped in their tracks as Shimmer spoke. He was standing outside his large home in the Victors Village. His eyes fell on Kat and immediately he was looking at his sister, "What is she doing here?"

"She want to talk to the victors. I was just showing her to the village."

"Why?"

"I'm doing research on the games," Kat told him. "I just want to ask some questions."

He looked from her to his sister. "Glimmer, go do something."

Glimmer huffed. "But Shimmer!"

"I said go!" he ordered and Glimmer fell silent and proceeded to slink away with her followers.

Shimmer turned to Kat. "Come inside," he told her coldly.

Kat obliged and followed him into the house. She took a seat on a soft couch in the living room and he brought her a cup of tea. Kat took it graciously and took a sip as she watched Shimmer take the seat across from her with his own steaming cup.

"So?" He asked her expectantly.

"So, how do you feel about mentoring the fourth Quarter Quell?" Kat asked, taking another sip.

"I feel like I shouldn't have put that talon through Ember Jolt's head," he replied ruefully.

Kat blinked in surprise. "Then you couldn't have come home to your sister."

"Then I would also not wake up every night reliving being torn apart by a bird mutt, or driving a talon through my savior's head, or... or..." he trailed off.

"I understand," Kat said looking shamefully at her feet. "So? I take it you won't be excited if you see the birds again this year?"

Shimmer shivered. "I'll never be happy to see a bird again in my life."

"I understand," Kat replied. "Any ideas on what the arena will be like?"

"Like a place for children to dye," he replied bitterly.

"Thoughts on District 1 tributes you may end up mentoring?"

"As long as my sister doesn't get to go through with her plan I don't care," Shimmer replied.

Kat was growing increasingly uncomfortable. Shimmer seemed so happy and enthusiastic at his interviews with Caeser Flickerman, the official host of the interviews for the Hunger Games. She should have figured it was all an act, what with how easily he had played some of the female tributes in the arena.

"Listen," he said suddenly. "I could care less about answering your questions, but you had better leave my little sister out of this, the less encouragement she has for the games, the better. Thriteen's to young to live the rest of your life haunted or to die."

With that he stood and left with the slam of a door. Kat sat in silence looking at her feet and thinking about what he had said. Everything she had ever worried that the games did to people had turned out to be true, judging by what Shimmer had said.

"An interview the most recent victor has confirmed my suspicions."