A/N: I want to say that I did delete one chapter, making this chapter 17. Sorry to confuse any of you, but read the chapter!

Tartan Blade, D13

Tartan places toast into his mouth and enjoys all the flavor has to offer him. Melinda and Majesty Goodball were eating as well, but everyone was silent as they ate. When Tartan and Melinda came back from training yesterday, Majesty told them their updated odds at winning. Apparently, they weren't good. 29-1 and 35-1 weren't exactly perfect odds to have. Melinda got pissed off and stormed into her room for the night. Tartan didn't mind; he'll just play into their hands at their 'suggested odds'. He's still a person even though he's a tribute.

The breakfast of toast, ham, and eggs were reduced to scraps as time pushed on. Majesty stood up and looked to her tributes. How she wishes she had District 2 or 4. "Alright, you two. Time to raise your odds." She moved to the doorway, but Tartan and Melinda were still sitting at the table. "Do you want to be the first to die? Let's go!" Tartan and Melinda slowly stood up and made their way to Majesty.

"The Gamemakers don't even pay attention to us!" Melinda sneered as she entered the elevator. Majesty's mouth dropped at her tribute's comment. "Now, sweetie. They have to oversee twenty-eight of you. They are trying..."

"Their eyes are glued to the tributes from One, Two, and Four." Tartan interrupted, pressing the 'T' on the elevator. "Tributes from Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen are ignored." The elevator whizzed down to the training floor, stopping and picking up pairs of tributes and their escorts. When the elevator stopped at the training floor, the tributes from 3, 9, 10, and 13 stepped off and left their escorts behind. Tartan needed to be trained harder, but not so hard to where he gets a target on his back.

They enter the gymnasium and the Career tributes were already training. Tartan looked around and saw flashes of 1, 2 and 4 training for their survival. Tartan breathed deeply and went to the knife throwing station. His legs carried him to the perfect knives, beckoning him to throw and strike something dead. A male trainer was awaiting Tartan's arrival and offered him a knife. The tribute took it eagerly and held it in his hand. This is much more durable than his flimsy kitchen knives. He gripped the smooth handle and threw it over his head. The knife embedded itself into the dummy, inches from the death blow.

"Nice hit. Try to hit the bulls-eye next time, Thirteen." A snarky voice called from behind him. He turned to see the tribute girl with the number 4 on her shoulder. Her blond hair was tied into a tight bun on top of her head. A smirk was spread across her face. Oh, the Capitol lap dog. She' so sure of her abilities. Why not play with her?

"Thanks for the information, doll-face. Wanna be my teacher?" Her smirk disappeared as Tartan called her 'doll-face'.

"My name is Maya. It's polite to call a girl by her real name, Thirteen." Maya retorts, throwing a knife to the dummy without looking. This girl is dangerous. She hit the mark dead center.

"Nothing 'doll' about me, huh stud?" She teases as she walks away.

Caden Miller, D2

With axe in hand, Caden looked to the dummy in front of him. The trainer already went over the scenario; the dummy was a tribute who killed Kleo and Caden needed revenge. Caden let out fighting yells and attacked the 'dummy tribute'. He chopped off limbs and took his time with the execution. To finish off, he stabbed the dummy's heart and took off the head with one clean slice. The head rolled on the floor and hit the trainer's foot.

"Nice job, Caden." Kleo cheered for her brother. The others in the group, Ian, Diamond, Predator, and Flim nodded in approval. Caden handed Kleo the axe silently. She took the hint and stood before her own dummy. The trainer blew the whistle and Kleo went to work. Caden smiled, impressed with his younger family member

He stood and enjoyed watching Kleo fight. Back home, he showed Kleo how to fight and hold his favorite weapon, an axe. Everyone called them the 'Axe Pair', because they always trained with those weapons. The way she fought reminded him of himself. They both had such balance and poise and they can easily take out a tribute. Kleo clipped the head off of her dummy and the trainer blew a whistle.

"Whose next?" Kleo asked. Caden and Predator look to Flim, the tiniest of the pack. Kleo gave the axe to Flim, who looked terrified of to touch the weapon. "It won't hurt you unless you handle it wrong, Eight." Flim took a hold of the axe and went to her dummy.

When Flim was out of earshot, Ian looked to Caden. "Why did you invite her?"

"She's so frail!" Predator chimed in.

"Eight knows about herbs and berries. She can prove great to have in the alliance. After everyone goes down, she will be the first to die." Caden explains. He looks to his sister, who is staring at Predator. "Kleo. Kleo!" Diamond taps on the girl's shoulder and Kleo is brought back to training.

"Yes?" She half-mindedly asks.

Caden rolls his brown eyes. Kleo has a problem with attractive boys. Back home, they distracted her from training all the time. Once, she almost killed a trainer once because of a boy. So, it was natural that the District 4 boy distracted her. A slice of an axe met Caden's ears and Flim's dummy had a gash in its stomach. Maya came up beside Caden and watched District 8 use the axe.

"Now, where were you?" Diamond snaps. Maya turns her attention to Diamond, whose eyes are filled with fury.

"Messing with District Thirteen." She replies. "We have new target. I get to kill him in the arena." Diamond rolls her eyes.

"Who says?" She retorts. "I get to kill who ever I want. Don't tell me what to do!"

"Whose next?" Flim asked, looking to her alliance. Diamond takes the weapon and attacks her enemy. Caden watches as she slices the dummy's arm off. That will be Maya in a few days.

Rod Bolts, D5

If only hand-to-hand combat wasn't mandatory. Rod waits in line for the stupid station, not ready to do this. The girl in front of him shows off the number 14 on her back. She is taken by a trainer, who teaches her the basics of hand-to-hand combat. Rod is next after the girl from 14. Can't he just be placed in the arena already?

He watches as the 14 picks up the skill quickly. She pins a trainer's arms behind their back and throws them to the floor. Her time on that pin was fifty-seven seconds. She does it a second time, beating her earlier time by only two seconds. Rod's heart begins to pound harder and harder as 14 learns each skill perfectly and continues to pin her trainer to the floor. Every time that flashed was a perfect time to kill someone in the arena. Would she be the victor this year? Rod shook that thought. No, don't think about that. Don't do that to yourself!

14 is finished and she moves on. She struts her way to the swimming pool, leaving Rod no choice but to go to the trainer to be humiliated in front of the Gamemakers. The male trainer takes a hold of Rod and begins to explain the basics. 'Hold your hands like this.' 'Twist your wrist suddenly to ensure death.' 'Never show fear when fighting this way.' The trainer taught him everything. "So, do you want to try it out?" the trainer asked, looking to Rod for an answer.

"Sure, let's do this" Rod replied in a false voice. He looked confident to the tributes behind him and the Gamemakers who were watching above. The trainer nods and blows a whistle. Rod lunges for his enemy and was (not) prepared to take him down.

He wraps his arms around the trainer, like the way he was taught. His arms are suddenly pulled from the trainer's body and Rod was on the ground. Not today, Capitolite. He thought to himself as he got to his feet. He shook the pain away and looked to the person who would teach him how to survive. This man would not get in the way of his odds. He pounces onto the trainer and places him in a headlock. He twists his wrists slightly to simulate death by broken neck. He then pulls the trainer's arms and pins them behind him. Rod is amazed at himself as he takes down the trainer. How could he be this good at hand-to-hand combat when he can't do it to save his life?

Suddenly, Rod's upper hand at the battle turns into his demise. The trainer catches him off guard and pins him to the floor. His wrists and held down and he can't move them freely. The trainer just looks at Rod's eyes and sees the disappointment in them. Rod tried his hardest to get the twenty-something year old man off of him, but there is no use. He's only fourteen. How can anyone expect him to do this? The whistle blows and he looks to the clock on the wall: 1:59 Almost two minutes of struggling has lowered his odds. The trainer helps him to his feet and looks into his eyes.

"Nice try today, Five." He says, voice lacking the accent. "You did a good job. Try something that suits you more, alright?" Rod nodded and moved away from the station that killed his odds. His eyes scan the gym and try to find a station that could resurrect his odds. Nothing jumped at him and he stood around like a lost child. What could he do to save himself now?

Before he could move himself to another station, Selene's voice called out to the tributes. "Alright, everyone. Weapons down. Nice day of training, all of you. Tomorrow is the private sessions. You are all dismissed until tomorrow morning. May the odds be ever in your favor!" She dismisses the tributes and everyone began to leave.

Wait! Can I have a minute to show you my skills? Please! Rod thought to himself as he saw everyone leave. His wishes weren't granted as Peacekeepers escorted him out of the gymnasium. Nice to know that my life is as important as yours.

Assistant Gamemaker, Aphrodite McKennon

As the last tribute is escorted out, Aphrodite looks to her fellow Gamemakers. They are all marking down comments on the tributes, especially that little snap Diamond had to Maya. Aphrodite wished it would have turned into a brawl. That would have raised their odds a little and brought some attention to them. She looked to her tablet and was faced with all twenty-eight faces. Their odds need to be precise and accurate enough to fit with their training scores. She looked to each one, thinking about what they did today.

"Raise Diamond's odds." Chal Sherwood spoke as he sipped his wine. The Assistant Gamemaker turned her head to the Drunk Gamemaker with an inquisitive look. "Come on, Love Goddess. Diamond almost got into a fight. And we need fighters in this year's Hunger Games. Do it, Love Goddess."

"I'm not doing what you say." She looks back to her tablet and pulls up Diamond's headshot. An 8-1 is under her name, asking for a raise or a drop. Her stomach began to twist as Chal touched her shoulder.

"Do what's best for the Games." He chuckles as he takes a sip of wine. "Besides, you are below me. Do as I say, or someone will be eating nightlock for dinner." Aphrodite's heart fell as she clicked the 'Raise' on Diamond's odds. "Good girl. Now, drop Rod's odds." Aphrodite's eyes fell. The boy from 5 tried his hardest and she knew it. Something about the boy gave her a feeling to raise the odds, not drop them. He looked like he wanted to try again.

She pulled up his headshot and dropped his odds from 21-1 to 22-1. "Lower." Chal touches Aphrodite's neck, tracing the outline of her collarbone. She clicked 'Drop' twice and Chal released his grip on the twenty-four year old. "Perfect. Those odds better be spot on, darling. See you for Private Sessions." He leaves the balcony with a glass of wine in hand, and all the other Gamemakers look to Aphrodite with wide eyes.

Her thoughts turned to the tribute's odds. Nothing, not even Chal's attitude towards women, can make her lose focus. She pulls up Ian's headshot and clicks away.

Updated Tribute Odds:

Diamond Cortez: 6-1 Ian Strace: 7-1 Kleo Miller: 7-1 Caden Miller: 6-1 Violet Dixon: 21-1 Daniel Kelly: 15-1 Maya Matthews: 6-1 Predator Fazaysia: 7-1 Isadora Jolf: 19-1 Rod Bolts: 25-1 Kira Shock: 15-1 Ryan Yitch: 28-1 Sheila Carwell: 24-1 Linden Ulmus: 11-1 Flim Tayles: 22-1 Camden Pheon: 29-1 Jayd Blair: 30-1 Rye Corn: 22-1 Melayna Smith: 25-1 October Huxley: 12-1 Saely Taylor: 16-1 Jack Abonson: 53-1 Meadow Walsh: 40-1 Playton Reyes: 32-1 Melinda Hanis: 30-1 Tartan Blade: 30-1 Amelie Sage: 15-1 Blakely Sage: 10-1

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the chapter and enjoyed the Point of Views. I still love Aphrodite's the best, because (no offence tributes) she is my favorite. Luckily she isn't a tribute. :) Tell me what you think in the reviews. ;)