(Author's Note: So basically, I haven't updated in a while and I was in a writey mood today, so here is chapter 2! Enjoy.)

I open my eyes and see three Capitol people standing over me. They all smile widely at me widely, as if it would reassure me.

'Hello, Annie. I'm Sirena,' the woman with scarlet hair and lipstick to match tells me.

Then, the man who has tattooed blue, vain-like things all over his body introduces himself, 'I am Triston.'

'This is Fleur,' Sirena points at the woman with purple eyes and purple swirls around her face.

'Former Avox,' Triston whispers.

I look at the three of them and wonder why they are here. No, wait. The better question is: why am I here? And where exactly is here?

'We are here as your prep team. We're here to make you look all pretty again,' Sirena tells me, as if reading my mind.

I frown slightly. Why do I need to look pretty? I narrow my eyes at these people. Something is very wrong here.

'Where am I? And why do you need to make me look pretty?' I ask my voice more shaky than was intended.

Triston and Sirena worriedly glance at each other.

'You're in the Capitol. The answer to your second question is not one that I actually know. We think that it's for the interviews. There are only 8 tributes left,' Sirena informs.

I blink. This means that Finnick is still alive! But, who has died since I last saw the Games?

Before I can ask any more questions, Triston tells me to lie back on the bed so he, Sirena and Fleur can 'beautify' me.

They start by waxing my whole body. I let the hairs on my body grow over the last few days, so the waxing takes longer than it normally would. Then, they wash my hair. This takes some time because my hair has become disgustingly greasy. Fleur is in charge of my hair and she has to shampoo and condition it several times to get the grease out.

Triston does my nails and he takes a while to make them perfectly rounded because I kept biting them. Then, he makes my nails smooth with a four-sided nail file.

Sirena does my eyebrows and turns them into perfectly arched eyebrows from my previously sluggish ones. After that she smoothes them out with an eyebrow brush.

'There!' Sirena claps. 'You look lovely.'

Fleur and Triston nod in agreement.

'Now, Sirena and I will go fetch your stylist. You'll look drop-dead gorgeous for the interviews!' Triston says and then he curries off with Sirena to go get my stylist.

Suddenly, I wonder where my original prep team are. They are always the ones who get me ready for the interviews and things like that.

Someone taps my shoulder and I turn around to see Fleur holding a piece of paper saying: They're lying about everything.

I frown at the writing, 'I don't understand.'

Fleur turns the paper around and quickly scribbles something and shows it to me.

They're prettying you up for slaughter.

My eyes widen and I gasp. The last time I heard that was when I was in the Arena for the Hunger Games.

The room starts spinning and I hit the ground before I even know I was falling.

'Annie, are you feeling nervous?' my stylist, Orianna, asks me.

I nod, 'I'm terrified,' I manage to whisper.

She gives me a small smile and puts my jacket on for me. The jacket is warm, but I know I won't sweat in it. Orianna explained it to me earlier. When it's cold the jacket will make me warm and when it's hot the jacket will make me cool.

Orianna hugs me tightly and I'm dangerously on the verge of tears, but I have to hold them in. I can't cry now. When Orianna lets me go she gives me a strong smile and I go to the glass tube.

'You can win this,' Orianna tells me.

The glass tube closes and I'm going up. I desperately I could stay down with Orianna, but it's too late.

I'm in the Arena.

I look around and see all the other tributes standing in their places in a huge circle. In the centre of our circle is the cornucopia, filled with weapons which already have the careers names on them.

Behind the cornucopia is a large forest with towering trees. Behind the forest is a mountain, I think, or some kind of cliff.

'Hey, Annie.'

I look to my left and see the district 2 girl smiling an evil smile at me.

'You look pretty today. If this was a competition of looks you might actually win. Your prep team have done you well. But, since it's not, they've just prettied you up for slaughter.'

The countdown has ended and the Games have begun. We both bolt to the cornucopia and the bloodbath begins.