A/N The Games will start very soon (I hope) all I need to do is finish the next three chapters or so then the blood will start to flow. Enjoy!

~Robbie-Head Gamemaker~

Eli saunters into the room like he's god's gift to humanity. I can't help but laugh when he stumbles over a crack on the floor. He glares into the stands, mad at one of me, most likely. Strike one Eli. I see him grab a few knives and start trying to throw them at the targets. He can barely get them to sink into the dummies. Strike two. He then growls and drops them on the ground only to start swearing. Hot tempered. Strike three, Eli you're out. I stand up from my seat.

"You may leave now Eli." I say. Eli glares in my direction and exits the room. I settle back down in my chair and rustle up some courage to lean over to Ice.

"How are you doing?" I ask softly. She reacts by turning herself towards me and staring into my eyes.

"I thought you were never going to speak to me again." She whispers. I lean closer to her.

"I thought the same." She closes her eyes and sighs.

"Robbie, we shouldn't be doing this. At least not now. You understand right? If Blossom finds out your reputation will be ruined."

"I know Ice, and I do understand. I still care about Blossom but there is something about you that makes me like you more than anyone I've ever met." Except Spark. "I want to be here for you, be with you, love you. But I can't say the same thing for how you feel about me. I can't understand how you feel towards me and I probably never will. My love towards you is forbidden, at least for now, as long as Blossom is in the picture." Ice takes a moment to register what is going on. She leans back in her chair before turning towards me and pressing her lips against my cheek.

"That was sweet Robbie, but I don't really know how I feel about you right now. And you are right. A relationship like the one you want is forbidden, at least for now." She pauses as she looks into my eyes, searching for words. "You've had a history with bad women Robbie, I remember you from school. You were in grade Eleven at the time, while I was in grade Ten. What was her name, Frix Dessa? The one who stabbed that other girl for bumping into her at lunch. She was a horrid girl." I grimace, remembering how Frix was taken away and never heard from again. "And Varcy Trinket in grade Twelve, the one who complained about her grandmother Effie for teaming with the rebels during the rebellion. I heard she's an Escort now or something." I nod. "And Alyssa Bran, the girl who killed herself. Then you know the next one." I nod for a second time, and think of my latest girlfriend. Spark. "See I always thought you went for the prissy, silly, stuck up chicks." I look away from her.

"But Ice I want to change. I don't want to be around stuck up girls forever, I want a nice girl I can handle someone who doesn't only like me for the amount of money I have."

"I like you for who you are Robbie." She says her icy blue eyes staring into mine. I turn to see the District Five girl Oriana Dupree entering the room. She immediately grabs a bow and arrow and starts firing them into the targets. She asks for a padded sparring partner with a spear to fight her. The man runs out in his gear and jabs at Oriana. She does a backwards summersault and ends up back on her feet. She then fires two arrows at the same time, one ends up in the mans chest and the other in his stomach. He crumples onto the floor. A kill shot. The man gets up and walks away. We stare at Oriana in disbelief. She then loads another arrow and points it at me. She fires I can't help but yell and duck down to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye I see the arrow hit the force field and bounce off. The arrow then flies backwards, inches away from her head, but she doesn't even flinch, and it sinks into the throat of a dummy behind her. She smiles as we tell her to leave. Everyone is gasping and muttering about this girl's actions. She will be a strong competitor.

Kieran Hanson of District Six comes in and grabs a dagger from a table and a length of rope from another. I see him tuck a second dagger in his belt. He grips the hilt of the dagger and climbs the training tree. He then jumps from the training tree to the next where when he lands on a thick branch. He stands near the top of the tree, which is about seventy feet. I estimate he stands at fifty-five to sixty. He looks at us and smirks before jumping off the edge. Some of the women scream and some of the men yell. As he falls the boy flings his rope and it hooks on a branch. He grips the branch and slides down the rope, as he slides I can see he is gloved. He reaches the bottom and runs at a dummy, throwing his daggers into it's chest. We dismiss him after this flawless performance.

"The tributes seem to be really good this year." Ice says.

"It's strange, many of them seem skilled." I reply.

Kieran's partner Olivia enters the room. She stands in the center of the room and asks for three partners for hand to hand. I glance at the other instructors. They all stare with their mouths wide open as she fights off two men and a women. The woman swings her hand at Olivia's head only to have her hand snatched and yanked forward. The woman tumbles face first into the ground. The older man runs at her only to be kicked in the chest. As the older man falls backwards the younger man dives at Olivia and holds her to the ground. Olivia bites the man's right hand and kicks up with both feet. He flies up into the air and lands on his back. Olivia stands up and nods to us. We dismiss her with approving looks on our faces.

The boy from Seven, Jason Matthews, comes out only to start stuttering and talking about berries, I tunes him out after a while. I can't stand watching the useless ones.

His partner Felicit Tenta grabs an axe and two hatchets. Felicity attaches a rope to the big axe and slings it over her back. She twirls the hatchets in her hands, swinging them in all directions like she's done this her whole life. She spins to her right and lets them fly. I hear them thud against two targets. I look to see that the heads of two of the dummies are split open. She then takes the axe off her back and ties one end of the rope to her wrist. She throws the axe into a target and tugs back with her hand. The axe flies back into her hand. She then turns and throws if into the chest of a dummy. She is dismissed after this. I have to give this girl credit, she just made a deadly axe even deadlier.

"Amazing!" I hear Ice exclaim.

Igris Dragonbeam of District Eight walks into the room and grabs a cleaver from a table. He swings it in his hands for a while before running at a dummy and chopping it's head off. He jumps in the air and kicks another dummy in the back before landing on it and slamming his blade into it's skull. He rolls off the body and throws the weapon at a practice target. He smiles when it hits dead center. Us gamemakers smile and dismiss him. He had a perfect session.

Lyra Mirren, Igris's district partner enters the room and grabs a short sword from a pile on the floor. She thrusts the blade forward and swings it in an arc. She smiles and nods at the blade before walking to a training dummy. She lashes out with the sword and slices an arm off. She thrusts her sword forward, stabbing the dummy in it's chest. She backs away before running in the open space with her sword. She dives forward and rolls, then jumps into the air and spins, slashing at the target in front of her. When she lands she drops her sword to the ground and stares at us. Ice tells her she can leave.

"The next one should be good. His brother would have won if those girls didn't team up on him." I say to Ice.

"Zanther, hmm yes. I think he will be strong, maybe a high score for him." Ice replies.

Zanther Raye from District Nine strides into the room with a blank expression. He makes his way towards the specialty weapon station where they have weapons such as whips, chains, pick axes and scythes. I see Zanther grab a sickle, he doesn't take time to swing it around his body like most tributes do. He goes straight to work. He places his sickle in his right hand and takes a dagger in his left. He asks for a sparring partner. A man of about thirty comes out with a sword. Zanther smirks and runs at the man. The man swings his sword at Zanther only to have it get hooked in the curve of Zanthers blade. Zanther kicks his left leg out at the mans stomach. The man crumples and Zanther kicks him in the head. Zanther dismisses him. He then runs directly away from a dummy, goes part way up the training tree, the twists and throws his sickle. It spins and the tip digs into the side of the dummies head. There was so much force in his move that the dummy flipped over onto the ground, and almost half of it's head was ripped off. He leaves his weapon there to go grab another dummy. He pulls it to the center before jumping on it and pinning it to the ground. I can see he is carving words into the dummies stomach, something his brother Vorth did to Cia Lampearl in the last games. He stands and pulls the body upright an on it's stomach were the words 'Long Live Zanther'. The other gamemakers go rigid in their seats. Surly he won't be as crazy as his older brother, right?

"You may leave now Zanther, thank you." I say to him. He nods and makes his way out of the room.

Kyla Sprit walks into the room and grabs a Bow and Arrow. She strings it then asks for a sparring partner. She cocks an arrow as a man with a spear comes out to meet her. She shoots an arrow only to have the man dodge it. She runs at him and swings at him with her bow. It connects with his spear. I can now see that her bow has blades on it, she swings it like a sword. She quickly kicks the man in the groin and he falls to the ground in a heap. She cocks an arrow and points it at his head.

"Dead." She says. We dismiss her after this.

Ice turns to me, mouth wide open. "It seems as if District Nine may become another Career district."

"I believe so, if they training now, next year they most likely will." I say.

Twenty Tributes down, Ten to go.