Will Evans POV

His horrible gaze down on me, he doesn't think I can do it. That retard. I've been training with the past victors for quite a while for the games. How could they possibly think I'm not ready? I totally am! I'm ready to take on all those freaks from the other districts. I'm ready to win those freaking hunger games!

I respond to him by elbowing him in the chest. "Your doubting me aren't you Ahmad? You don't think I can do it!" I slap the side of his head, "I'm ready you idiot!" He replies to my screams by pushing me onto the floor.

"Your not ready for the games Will, nobody is." I know it's some sort of advice but I feel offended. So I swat at him again but he defects it and pushes me down again. Stupid Ahmad...

"You'll see! All of this freaking district will see! I am ready for the games! And they will be the best games yet!" I run out of the house taking some of my anger out on the door, slamming it on my way out.

Who cares what those stupid victors say anyways? They are all old and drunk! They don't know anything about me or the games. If I think I'm ready, then I'm sure I am. The hunger games is where I belong. I'll be the one they remember forever. I'll be the victor.

It's not going to be long before the reaping begins and the capital gets to see me, Will Evans, their new victor. Should I get there early? Or be late and catch the peacekeepers attention? What would give the citizens of the capital a good impression of me? I need to let them know that THIS is the boy who will win the hunger games. I decide to arrive a little late. Hopefully the peacekeepers wont slaughter me.

My mom picked out my clothes for me. "They were your dads," she says. I suppose I'm supposed to get all emotional and miss my dad but I don't. My dad was stupid, he thought he could escape. He tried to get out of the district and obviously failed. Hopefully, I didn't inherit many of his genes.

I walk into the square grinning at the peacekeepers as I walk by. They scowl back at me. I'm late, deal with it retard. I find my spot by myself, I don't need any help from those stupid looking men dressed in white. I can take care of myself thank you.

I seemed to arrive in the middle of the speech about how Panem came to be, the dark days and such. Blah blah blah... Finally, the drawing of the names. Here we go! Chad? Who the heck is Chad? Oh, it's that scrawny looking 15 year old. Wouldn't want THAT thing representing our district would we?

"Hey, I volunteer!" I scream raising my hand in the air. See you later Chad. It's my turn to shine.

Tessarose Finaled POV

"Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are."

I can see him, laughing hysterically, haunting my dreams. That cruel smiling face looking down on me. The bottles lying all over the floor, filling our house. I watch as he pulls out a knife and looks at me and says, "Watch this, Tessarose." Slowly he scrapes the knife along arm causing the blood to drip slowly to the ground. I scream at him to stop.

"Look Tessarose," he says, "I drew you a picture!" On his arm, smuthered in blood, is a outline of a rose. The image of the rose is burned into my mind. As it slowly fades away into nothing but darkness...

I let out a scream and jump out of my corner of the room and find myself landing on top of my step father, my fingernails digging slowly into his neck. My mother pulls me off of him when she notices a small layer of blood forming on his neck. I growl at my mother, she ruined my next kill.

"What the heck is wrong with you Tessarose!" she screams. I can tell she is on the verge of tears, "I try to raise you right and THIS is what I get? A daughter who tries to kill her own father?"

"He's not my father!" I scream, "My father, is the man that brought me to life. This is not my father no matter what you say!"

I watch as my mother tries to wipe the blood from my stepfather's neck. I look down at my hand which is a crimson red shade. It's satisfying to see my hand like this. It is a feeling of victory. It is the wonderful feeling of giving somebody pain. I want more.

Today is reaping day. That's just what I need. I think it's about time for me to do what I've been training to do with my true father. I was going to do this for both myself, and my dad, who had been training me from the very start. Maybe, somewhere out in the audience at the reaping, he will be looking up at me smiling.

Here we go, making my way to the reaping. It feels like seconds, before I know it I'm suddenly on stage next to some guy. Where is my dad? Is he out there? All I can do is hope that he is.