Isadore Rose POV

Well, today is the day. The last possible day of my life to be entered into the hunger games. A day I have planned out for as long as I can remember. A day I trained for so much. It's finally come. The day I volunteer.

I brush my hand against the scar on my left cheek, I find doing this gives me good luck. It's odd I know, but it's been a habit of mine for a while. I need the luck, I have to finally volunteer. I've waited this long so I can get as much training as possible, but now it's finally time.

The blood, the gore, the death, the starvation, the dehydration and the psychotic cannibals, soon I was going to be part of it all. I couldn't wait. I was overly excited. Not only was I going to be in the hunger games, I was going to win!

I took a gaze out of my window at district 2. It's really beautiful when you really look at it. The large mountain always looking over us, like a watchmen. It's been watching over me for as long as I can remember, watching me train. I bet if the mountain had a mind, it would be looking forward to me finally volunteering.

I stand in front of the mirror in my simple purple dress with the same tint of purple of the streaks in my hair. It looks good on me because of that. I smirk, this is Panem's new victor standing in the mirror. What would the capital do to this face to make it seem more like a victor's face? Would they take the scar away?

I place one foot out of the door, taking in the moment. This may possibly the last time I go into this house. The next house I go into in this district would be my house in the Victor's Village. I close the door behind me leaving my old life behind me. I breathe in deeply and make my way to the square.

A peacekeeper directs me to where I am to stand. This is the first year I've had to stand in the very front. Right in front of the stage. I can almost see each name written on each of the slips of paper in the large ball. Quite a few of them are mine, but it doesn't matter. I'm going anyways.

I watch as the square fills with people. I was saving every girl in district 2's life! They should think of me as a hero! Isadore Rose, the victor, and hero.

The clock strikes 2 and the reaping begins. I wait for my cue, when they call the name. "Avis Eaves!"

"I volunteer!"

Aedus Magnus POV

"Hey Bug! Get over here!"

I make my way over to group of large boys. They look about 18 or 19 and obviously they had been training quite a bit for the games, but never got in. Pathetic. Standing amongst them is that bratty kid Cyril. When I see him I instantly know what this is going to be about.

"Have you bugging our friend Cyril, Bug?"

"What if I have?"

"Well, we don't really like it. We think you should stop before somebody ends up murdering you. Get it?"

"Oh yea I get it. Cyril has been rounding up district 2s most threatening looking guys to take care of me. Running to others is never going to get you anywhere in life Cyril."

Cyril stepped forward to face me. He looked so tiny compared to the others. He gestured for the other guys to move back so he can fight me. He stuck out his fists and got ready for the blow. Then, of course, he stepped back. I laughed, that kid could never hurt a fly. I walked away like nothing happened. Yet another horrible situation avoided.

As usual, I'm getting frowns of disgust from every corner. Everywhere I go this seems to happen. I am the Bug after all. Maybe that guy was right, it wont be long until people wont be able to put up with me anymore.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my latest scheme. It was one of my best work, well, Jervis' best work. Jervis was the one who had taken the pictures, but he had done it for me. That kid is so easy to manipulate, he was practically bowing down to me. All I needed to do was bring the pictures over to Gemma's house, then that stupid Lubin's life would be practically over.

It was a big debate whether I should bring over one of my pawns to back me up during this, but I decided not to. I wanted all the glory to myself this time. Before I knew it I was knocking on Gemma's door. When she opened the door i handed her the pictures and smiled. I watched as she stared at the pictures in shock. Then I noticed a figure standing behind her.

"Oh crap."

I try moving as fast as I can, but Lubin is fast. I should have brought backup. Then I notice something going on in the square. Oh god, it's the reaping. I totally forgot! I run to the square as fast as I can and into my section where Lubin can't get to me.

The peacekeepers scowl at me, I'm late of course. This isn't good. I watch as the girl is called and the woman's hand reaches into the ball of male names. I take a look back at Lubin, then I look at the peacekeepers. If I don't act I'm surely dead.

"I volunteer!" I scream, at least I have a bigger chance of surviving in the games than I do here. Before I know it, I'm up on stage gazing down at Lubin who seems to be angrily stomping his foot. He takes a minute to think then looks up at me and grins. He realized he gets to see me tortured on live tv.

As if that's going to happen though.