The song scene was requested by my friend Sammy, so I hope you like it.

DISLCLAIMER: I don't own Safe and Sound-I just love the song with all of my heart, soul and vibrato

PS: I'd just like to say that it is a lot harder writing this for real people than for fanfiction people (let me clarify. I don't mean "real people" like it sounds. I know you guys are real but you aren't… the chances of my ever meeting you are slim). It's like "wow, I've got to make this even more awesome" and then I feel so utterly self conscious posting it…idk why:D

Chapter 2: The Night

"Did you see him?" Andrew asked, shaking his head as him, Hannah, Laney, Mary and Jordan walked toward the apartments across the road.

"Yeah, Andrew. Looks like you got some real winners this year." Jordan commented, looking over at him with a laugh as she pushed her blonde hair out of her eyes. "The boy who seems ecstatic and the girl that seems too…I don't even know what to say about the girl."

Laney nodded. "He must have a death wish." She contemplated, glancing over at Hannah who was frowning at the ground. "What's wrong?" She asked, eyebrows knitting together.

"The freshman." Hannah answered with a shake of her head as she turned to see the others looking at her. "I hate that there's a freshman on my team." She answered with a little sigh.

Andrew nodded. "The freshman are the worst." His voice was quiet as he opened the door to the apartments, holding it as each of the girls slipped inside.

As they slipped inside they encountered the other mentors were already seated. Marik, the tall, brown haired mentor for 12 was sitting on the couch beside Mike who was hunched over on the couch with a suspicious liquid in his glass. Marik grabbed the glass from Mike's hand, tipping it toward the others. "Hello fellow mentors!" He chuckled. "I feel contractually obligated to drink now!" He took a sip before squirreling up his face. "Yuck. Someone pass along the scotch! I need to remember my childhood."

Sammy, a slightly tall girl whose brown hair was pulled into a short braid that rested over her right shoulder, made a face at them before turning to the rest of the mentors in the room. "They've already started drinking," She commented, walking over to sit down in one of the comfy arm chairs that'd been stationed in the room. "and the games haven't even started yet." She shook her head at them before turning to Hannah who she'd known for a few years through church. "What are you guys talking about?"

"Just discussing the tributes." Mary told her, slipping down into the plushy arm chair that was nuzzled into the corner. "How are yours this year, Sammy?" She asked as she crossed her legs, pulling a pillow into her lap.

Sammy shrugged. "Eh, I don't know yet. We'll see in training if there is much special about them but from what I've seen-which I'll give you isn't much- I don't see much in them." She answered just as the tributes began to trickle downstairs from their apartments. It was that time again where they had to watch the replay of the reaping in the "living room" with all of the other tributes.

They all gathered, sitting in their chairs silently with deadpan expressions except for one boy. The boy from Andrew's group had somewhere acquired a guitar and was strumming random notes as the opening statement from Mr. Randal was replayed. No one paid much attention the replay of the reaping. After all who would want to watch themselves be called again?

Out of the corner of her eye Hannah watched little freshman Izzy with her straight black hair and dark eyes. She and Holt were almost identical in that respect. They were brother and sister. Izzy seemed cunning, quick and maybe even more likely to do well than her brother who seemed bright in deed but not in the way his sister appeared.

Ross, a blonde that had her hair pulled back into a low ponytail, was sitting off to the side beside Maddy whose brown locks were falling in gentle waves down her back. They were talking quietly, mumbling under their breaths. Beside them were Chris and Seth who were smirking up at the screen as if assessing their opponents already. Chris and Seth were both extremely tall but Chris had fair, floppy hair that fell into his eyes and Seth had dark hair that flopped just to his eyebrows. The alliances were already forming.

The reaping was over then but there was nothing left to do. Pretty soon Mandy, Ross, Chris and Seth headed upstairs to their rooms, ready to get to bed. They'd be showing their strength the next day at training so they needed to rest up.

Digo was still playing random chords as a few of the others began to migrate upstairs. Soon enough only groups 2 and 3 were left along with many of the mentors whose heads were drooping into their hands as they looked at the boy playing guitar. Slowly his playing morphed into the opening of a song and Sammy, Hannah and Laney exchanged a look.

Izzy was leaning into her brother's shoulder as he held her, obviously unhappy. He wore a look of displeasure as he gently kissed his sister's hair, wishing he'd be able to tell her everything would be okay.

"I remember tears streaming down your face when I said I'll never let you go…" Hannah began, smiling at the tune. "When all the shadows almost killed your light. I remember you said don't leave me here alone. All that's dead and gone and passed tonight."

Sammy and Laney smiled, singing along with the chorus and wishing more than ever that it could be true. Wishing more than ever for the games to be over. "Just close your eyes the sun is going down. You'll be alright. No one can hurt you now. Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound."

"Don't you dare look out your window darling everything's on fire. The war outside our door keeps raging on. Just hold on to this lullaby even when the music's gone-gone." Laney sang, looking down at her hands so she didn't have to look into Izzy's face. The girl wasn't her tribute, but she was a little girl.

The song morphed into echoes of "ohhs" and "ahhs" that melded together in different harmonies to create the sound of wind as they sang, gaining strength with the sound of Digo's fingers moving on the guitar. Everything went still as the last chorus was sung and every mentor in the room chimed in on the last set of "ohhs" causing the room to swell with the sound of their voices in harmony.

It was a unique thing, music. Like in the song, if they could just hold onto music maybe they could make it through the trails of the games. Everyone knows there can be only one victor though…so how can that be true? Not all of them could hold onto music enough to keep them alive. Sooner or later, most of them would be dead. By any means necessary-anything goes in the arena.

I am aware that it isn't that good and it's short but I am really tired and I wanted to post tonight. lucky you! Um…is that all? I think so…night night.

OH! And happy easter tomorrow! (AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY GARRETT IF YOU'RE READING THIS:DD)