Games 3

I'd heard that the trip to the Capital on the train for tributes was luxiorous. My travel to the Capital was a living hell. And I am not exgaggerating...at all.

Things had happened so fast, I barely had to blink before I was on a freight train. I thought that I'd be whipped or something, but that Peacemaker was right. They were taking me to the Capital for slaughter of Issac Martinez.

Apparently he was the son of a Head Peacekeeprs.

They would slaughter me on the front porch steps of President Snow. Mom was depressed...I had little faith she wouldn't not commit suicide now. Somehow, I'd gotten myself set up to die. Katniss...God, when Katniss found out...

Suddenly, I wished she would die. Then she wouldn't have to hear about me.

I buried my face in my hands and sobbed softly. They'd thrown me in with a bunch of hay, in a part of the train where they made medicines for mutations. I figured they called in the next train nearby to take me to the Capital...my crime was that serious to them. Suddenly, I heard a snort. A figure rose out of a pile of hay, and his foggy blue eyes locked onto me through the dimness.

"Hey...little girl," he wasn't somber, obviously, and by his ripped up clothes...and everything else, he was probably a hobo, "little girl...why're you here?"

"I...I murdered a Peacekeeper," that wasn't entirley true, but it'd still happened. And the gun had been in my hands.

"That bites," he burped, and the stench filled the still air, "well, may all odds be ever in your favor."

A small smile played on my lips, "Do you happen to know Effie?"

"Never heard of her," but his smile told me he most certainly had. Guess humor is nice before your slaughtered...

"Move it!" a steel boot toe jammed into my lower back, and I instantly collasped. I wanted to go to a bloodbath willingly, but I could barely take a boot to the back.

Well, I was going to die either way.

President Snow himself was actually outside for this 'momentous occasion.' He looked evil as ever, his eyes flickering with amusement at my suffering. He had his hands in front of him, fingers together, and smirked.

"Ah...young Primrose Everdeen," he spoke in that Capital accent that was just too hilarious not to make fun of.

"Ah...President Snow," I muttered lowly in imitation, smirking briefly to myself.

"It's a naughty thing to murder a Peacekeeper," he rose, walking to me in a regal way and grabbing my wrists, "that can not go unpunished."

Torture. He was trying to torture me. But I wouldn't let him see me break down...I had to be strong, like Katniss.

"I understand," he was yanking me to the noose, the Peacekeepers gripping my shoulders far too tightly.

"Let this girl be an example," Snow turned to the camreas, speaking to millions of terrified people in the districts, "do not defy the Capital. That goes for all of you, and be sure to tune into the Hunger Games. I have a feeling that this girl's death may influence District 12's female tribute."

Oh crap. Katniss...my mistake was going to kill my sister. This was all wrong...this couldn't be happening. But I knew it was, and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

Suddenly, a shot rang out through the crowd. A familair face rushed out of the mass of purple hair and green skin before me, and the rest of him was ratty and dusty. A gasp caught in my throat as my knees gave in. Why couldn't this all be a horrible nightmare?

"What are you?" a Peacekeeper snapped as they charged for the man, "a hobo from District 12?"

Well, I was offended.

"Nope. Just a hobo," he was holding a riffle, and the shot rang out as he knocked out that Peacekeeper, "kid! RUN!"

My legs worked before my mind. Snow was making his way back inside the mansion, avoiding getting shot like he should be. The crowd seemed to disappear as I ran. I felt like I was on air, and my legs knew where I was going.

I was going to the interviews.

It was horrifying, to say the least. I was decked out in some Capital-styled clothes that I 'borrowed' from a vacent house, and I froze in front of the screen. It replayed as Snow made some speech about how to look out for me and talked of the 'horror it was for him'.

To see that hobo shot down, and then to see a bullet be put to his head in front of everybody.

He died because of me. That made two people in two days. They were both dead when they didn't have to be.

And if Snow caught me, there would be nobody to save me next.