Sorry for the long updating time due to writer's block, faulty PC's and the song Call me maybe. This was a difficult chapter to write and I hope I did a good job. Thanks for being the best readers ever :) and in response to some of your excellent reviews.

Tybee10: Thanks, Clove's father is one of my favourite characters to write, and I wanted to write an interesting father/daughter relationship between them. Personally I think her family is a vital aspect in explaining the psychology behind how she acts in THG. And congratulations, I want a mockingjay pin so bad. And Finnick too,if anyone has him ;)

Jordang: Honestly I don't understand much about knife fighting either but luckily there were a lot of really useful sites for info. Since knives are a huge part in Clove's character and this fanfic. I wanted to be thorough.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed and I promise to try and respond to the ones I get. Now finally before I leave you to reading, I'd appreciate it if you answered a few questions through reviews. My first one is Who is your favourite tribute in the whole series and why?

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Katrina's POV

I wait at home,as I get in home from the knife factory after my shift. Six,Clovey should be home in four hours I think. Extra training exercises. I don't like not knowing what happenes there or what she's learning. Worst case,she could become a tribute and die..But if she wasn't there,we couldn't eat and would have to sign up for the dishonour of tessarae. Thankfully we got extra rations from the academy and this house too. Made of fresh pine from Seven with two floors of the finest oak panelling,glass windows and a balcony with the most gorgeous view of the rocky hills. I remember running around them when I was a young girl of nearly seven,not a care in the world. Not like my Clovey. Why did he have to leave? We were inseperable,six years ago before we left. Twenty-four and not a care in the world,we had an apartment,a home. Ohh..Alex. I miss that wolfy chuckle everytime I tried to cook and failed. Or the many nights you spent teaching me to throw darts and later knives on a target. Just a bit of fun you said,I knew that really you wanted to protect me. And to teach our daughter that same skill when we left. You'd be so proud of her,she's strong like her daddy and detirmined. She has my caramel eyes,and your dark hair and isn't spoiled like most of these children in the rich part of the city. I tried so hard to keep our old house but I just didn't have the money anymore,I did everything short of working in the quarries...eugh,I'm so happy we were lucky enough not to work there. Now to cook our daughter dinner when she gets home,there are some rations left from the tessare that weren't taken this year. And the academy families got the loot so to speak. I just wish you were here to share it with us,Clovey said she'd help to cut the grain with me. So indipendent,you know young girls. I'd better be off.

Love you as always,Katrina x

Clove's POV

"Ewww"...I tasted the soup I had made with Selena. This Night "Survival simulator" is so boring..and I don't trust Selena. At least I don't have to fight her this time,that hurt so much. Carefully I look around the woods,which is filled with spooky branches which mirrored in the simulated moonlight,casting a pale glow on the room which was dark as the quarries if not as dusty,It was cold too! Cold as the look on Selena's face as she tested if the horrible mixture of tree bark,ladybirds and fresh soil was ready. There were plenty of berries hanging off the branches like little jewels like the ones we put on trees during President's day but one of my teachers told me not to eat berries unless I knew they were safe. "Looks like it's not warm yet." She looked puzzled at the pot like she had never cooked before. She probably had one of those famous che's or something. I wish I was as rich as her! Mom can't cook at all but even her cooking is better than this mixture. I wince as I drag a spoon to it and open wide,it tasted like stale bread mixed with warm milk and bitter lemons in one before quickly slamming the lid back on the pot. It was a waste of a good fire.

Warming up to it,I look at the cuts on my hand from scavenging in the knife sharp branches for food. I feel a blunt pain in my hand. "That looks like it hurts." she says looking at my hands,"Have the bruises healed?". I look at her in confusion,Was she trying to be nice to me? She seems to read my mind. "I'm sorry I bruised your hand when we fought,I.."

"Had to." I say finishing the sentence,the soft glow of the fire framed her features as we looked at each other for one second. She looked like a fire goddess,soft yet resillient. Maybe I hadn't understood her to this point,saw her only as the girl who bruised my hand tackling me,not another young girl who had been forced by fate to enter the academy,not that I knew this at the time.

"Your no good to me injured..And I want the crown." I sighed,looked like the walls had come back up again. If we could survive long enough to find the two crowns,one for each in the team then we'd get to meet the victor of the last games and give him flowers. Those girls are always the most popular. She tears a strip off of her expensive cotton t-shirt and wraps it tight as a glove round my hand. "Thanks." I blush,embarrassed to look weak. "No problem,Mom's a doctor so she taught me this. Pretty neat huh? Now where do you think the crowns are?" She looks keenly around the dark clearing,this room must be huge! I never knew they had these kind of rooms underground. I think,"I bet it's in the middle like the gold horn thing in the Hunger Games." feeling proud of myself. Selena seemed unimpressed or maybe frustrated,her violet eyes narrowing and tiny creases forming on her flawless face.

"We have to wait to morning,we can't see like this and the other teams will be looking for us." Agreeing,albeit unhappy with having to wait,I impatiently started to fidget with the knife,resting in my hands. Suddenly it flys out of them as I hear a rustling in the trees.

Henderson's POV

I sipped the fine district wine in my hands,cupping the glass. I hadn't drunk it for a while. The observation balcony above the survival room was made out of fine crystal clear glass,filled with chairs covered in red velvet and fine wrought steel. This was the way to live. The room was filled with my other colleagues,monitoring the state of the fifteen teams scattered among the dark room,unable to see the stars above.

"The fifth pair are doing surprisingly well" I jumped out of my seat,almost spilling the wine as I turn backwards and see the intimidating as ever,Enobaria. She just smiles knowingly,even a smile looks like a grimace with her teeth. "Lyme and the head gamemaker are chatting,I think it concerns your recruits." Of course the victors would be invited.

I followed her silently,almost solemnly to the center of the room where a woman,with an attitude as cold as the glass was arguing with a portly man with a million "enhancements." "It's too harsh,thier only children." the woman shouted at him,sour as her name. Lyme who had unforgettable sharp features and almost inklike eyes.

The gamemaker chuckled,glugging anoher glass of wine. "I assure you it'll help them in the long run if they're potential tributes amongst them. And I assure you Commander Henderson is the best trainer you can get. Isn't that right Enobaria?" She glanced at Lyme,daggers between them,sharp as her teeth. "Yes,he did a good job before Mr Odair.. "Killed them?" Lyme interjected. Enobaria snarled at her and both looked like they were ready to fight each other before the gamemaker stumbled between them drunk. Lightweight! Typical Gamemaker attitude,anyway he said "I think we should tell him about the pack of wild dogs we released." My face flushed and I felt a wild anger in my soul,how dare he endanger my recruits? How dare he endanger her? I growled at him,"What do you think you're doing?"

He looked at me nonchalantly,"Know your place,they'll make it." I growled and threw my glass to the floor,wishing it was his head. It smashed on the reinforced glass floor,small marbles of glass upon glass coating the ground like tiny razors. I sat back down and glanced at the survival room,hoping I trained them well enough. Only hearing a whisper in my ear. "You're too soft on her." I turn round again and scowl. Enobaria? Who was she talking about? She couldn't know could she?

Dogs. Big black wild dogs? I struggled to make out the silouette in the darkness,only feeling sharp knives,no teeth bearing for my leg. I fumbled across the floor only managing to grab dust before I was dragged upwards by Selena,struggling to hold my weight. "Hurry!" She grabbed her rapier,leaving me weaponless. Great.

We ducked under the branches of a willow tree,stumbling past it's roots as they gained on us. "Can we climb the trees?" I shouted,terrified. "I don't know..just run to the center." She looked pale as tortured moonlight, frightened out of her wits too. What seven year old wouldn't be terrified? They haunt me to this day. Three black dogs, twice as big as a Great Dane and a whole lot scarier, headed on our tails as the clearing parted into two separate paths, densely packed with thorns covered in blood. "Not a good sign." I said, wanting to cry. "We need to split up, otherwise we're dead and I want to live to eight, Stoneworker." The dogs were getting closer and the foliage was too thick to fight.

She was right as always but could I trust her? I screamed as one of the mutts, pounced at me, only to trip on a branch. They were clumsy, we were faster. We had a chance. I had no choice but to trust her. Nodding at her, I ran alongside the left path as the predator hunted it's prey. Me. The other two charges at Selena who gracefully swung under the branches ad darted into the darkness. I was alone.

Doing the same, I ran through the thorns not caring if they tore my clothing. This was my chance to win, if the dogs captured Selena. They wouldn't kill us would they? Almost as if answering this, the dog pounced at my legs, just missing them. Adrenaline pumping through my system I sprinted between the trees for what felt like forever, winning wounds from plant and predator alike until it finally lost track of me. I panted, falling on the floor as I entered a clearing with a small glass table. Two golden crowns bejewelled with the words Academiae rubrum lapides in rubies. I glanced around, no-one was there. I won, I won!

A branch snapped behind me, I spin round expecting another dog. It's not. It's Cato minus a partner; on the other side of the clearing is Selena. Three children. Two crowns. We all thought the same thing, darting for the crown as fast as we could. Branches everywhere snap as an army of fifteen mutts chase us. This wasn't just about victory, it was about survival. Cato moved like a missile towards them crown, smirking confidently as he grasped the first crown. Just Selena and I. We knew this would happen, all bets off.

The dog's zone in on us, now ignoring Cato. Perhaps they added something to the crown like a scent that stopped them attacking him. The six year old me hungrily lunged for the crown, victory almost in my hands before I felt my legs go, as a pale girl grabs the crown and curtsies.

A pack of dogs pouncing on me before being called off. Feeling the betrayal, I started to cry. I failed the test, I failed my family. Nothing would ever be the same again.

Authors note

Personally I don't think there's much to explain in this chapter that hasn't been explained but to clarify in case, Clove is narrating this chapter in this future as writing a whole scene through a small girls pov in great detail is hard! And I know some of you were eager to get in her head. And there will be more on her mother Katrina, who was the first POV and was writing a letter to Henderson. Personally I'm not sure whether you want me to increase the pace through young Clove's life but I assumed it would be better to go through it. Opinions are appreciated.

I also though it might be fun to share what songs I listened to while writing the chapters which may or may not be linked to the chapter or the mood of the chapter at that minute. Apologies for the bad music taste.

The New Year- Poker face by Lady Gaga

Red Stone-A Feeling of power by Barrie Gledden (Heavy rain OST)

Dishonest Dogs- Call me maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen (omg that guy XD)/Moment 4 life by Nicki Minaj.

Syot's to read/join: Come as You Are: The 9th Quarter Quell by Jordang (I'm Ennis and Alistair)

The Devils Children: The 100th Hunger Games by The Otaku You Fools (I'm Jace)