~Triella Stone~
I spin my steak knife in my left hand as I wait for lunch to be over. I look at the other Capitol kids sitting down around me. All four of us volunteered. They don't understand why I did, but I want to show the rest of the world what I can do. I'm one of the youngest kids in the arena this year. I want to win, I will win. I want to kill, my blood is pumping through my veins like a cat set upon a mouse. My lust for blood is driving me crazy, I wish I could kill right now! I have loved the games since I first saw them and I have known I wanted to be in them. I hope they allow Capitol kids to volunteer next year, even though they wont be forced into the games. I bet a few more would like to be in the games and I wouldn't mind mentoring them.
"So Triella, why did you volunteer anyways?" One of the Twins asks, I can't tell them apart.
"I dunno, felt like I wanted to get away from my life. I didn't put much thought into it." I say. But in reality I did think about it, I thought long and hard for days, my parents begging me not to volunteer. I shot both of them down, no way was I going to miss my shot at going into the games.
"Well, we'll look out for you." The boy says. Now I can tell who it is, Lane is the nicer one. I can't wait to see him die. He acts too kind for a Career. I grimace at him and look over my right shoulder to see Lake and Seathe sitting at a table with Talise and Ronan. Lake catches my eye and winks, to let us know he is still on our side. I then set out to look for Kyla and Zanther, I find Kyla sitting on the floor alone grimacing into her food. She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow, I nod and she smiles before returning to her food. I look at Zanther sitting on a table talking to the kids from Eleven. He looks at me grimly and quickly raises his hand to his throat, our signal to say he plans to kill them. I nod and look away. I stab my steak with my knife and start to cut it. I shovel a bit into my mouth and sigh as the juices start to pool in my mouth. Our food is so delicious.
"They're all ready." I say as I take another bite of steak. I get up from my seat and walk to the bathroom where I find Seathe from Two coming out of a stall.
"Triella." She says with a nod.
"Hello Seathe, how have your last couple days have been?" I ask her. God I hate acting sweet.
"Cut the shit Triella, you wouldn't have volunteered if you didn't know what you were doing, stop acting like a nice little girl." Seathe snaps. I narrow my eyes at her. "But I have to give you props, you do pull it off very well. We could use it to our advantage, pretend that you are hurt and let a tribute help you then bam, you stab them in the neck. Hmm, I think you will make these games so much better."
"You won't tell anyone, will you?" I ask. Seathe laughs.
"Of course not, when the time comes to get rid of our alliance I need you on my side. We could work well together, and think about what the President will think if both of us won! The Capitol tribute and the girl from District Two, the Capitol's most loyal District! Hah! She wouldn't try to pull anything over on us!" I can't help but smile. She laughs and exits the bathroom.
When I exit the bathroom after Seathe I see Trent drop his knife, stand up and walk toward where I stand at the bathroom. I see Zanther excuse himself from the kids from Eleven and Lake leave the table in a rush. They all enter the bathroom next to me which makes me chuckle. That's where they have all their meetings.
~Trent Hallows~
"What?" Lake asks as he barrels into the bathroom.
"This is the last time we will be able to speak before the games." I say. Zanther smirks and looks away from us. I turn to him and frown. "What? You have something to say Zanther?"
"Well, if you really want to know, I think these little meetings are kinda dumb Trent. It's not like the gamemakers don't realize that we are in an alliance. Some of the tributes are suspecting it." Zanther states bluntly. I stand back from him a little and lean on the sink.
"Like who? Who is suspecting it? Your friends from Eleven? The boy from Five?" I snap. Zanther looks away.
"They're not my friends, I was just getting them to like me so it would be easier to kill them if need be." Zanther argues. Lake looks up from his feet.
"What do you think it is? The arena, I mean." Lake asks. I stand back and think hard, searching for any sign of the gamemakers saying anything to one another about the arena.
"I heard a gamemaker say something about us maybe getting lost." A new voice says. All three of our heads fly towards the voice. I see the boy from eight, Igris, standing in front of the door.
"Kid, you're stupid. Why would you give us information?" Lake asks. The kid shrugs his shoulders.
"I guess I thought if I helped you once, you may help me in the arena." He says. Zanther chuckles.
"Smart. Do you have any more information?" Lake asks.
"Only of you agree to have my back in the arena, for at least until day eight, you let my alliance stay with you for a while we can help." Igris enforces. Lake turns back to me and Zanther.
"So?" Lake says in a wondering voice. "Do we agree?"
"I think we would be stupid not to." Zanther replies.
"The more information the better. But we shouldn't tell the rest of our alliance, it won't be our fault if Igris and his alliance get killed by ours." I say. Lake nods and turns back to Igris.
"You're in until day eight then you have to leave. Agreed?" Lake says.
"Agreed." Igris replies coldly. He turns to walk away.
"Hold up there boy!" Lake yells which makes Igris stops in his tracks and turns back to face us. "Any more information?"
"Oh yeah, I believe the Arena is a maze." Igris turns away and walks out the door. A maze, hmm. This may make the games interesting. The three of us exit the bathroom at different intervals. When I reach my table I hear a buzzer and a voice call out.
"District Zero Brent Rozeren, please make your way to the training room please."
A/N Is the arena a maze? Where did Igris find this information? Who knows? Me! But you have to wait.