Will Evans POV

"So Ahmad," I say, gulping down a large piece of pork, "Didn't think you would be my mentor this year. Of all the victors, I got the only one that doubts me."

"I volunteered to me your mentor Will," said the old loser, "I think I'm the only one that could help you, for I know your weaknesses."

"Oh really? Do tell," I say, resting my elbows on the table.

"Not in front of your potential killer I wont."

I look over at Tessarose, who is quietly watching us and sipping her tea."You don't trust me," she snarks at Ahmad, "It's fine. I get it. I'll leave." Tessarose rises from her seat and leaves the car. There's something freaky about that chic. Something tells me she would be a great potential ally.

"You are to overconfident Will," says Ahmad, "You feel like nothing can hurt you. In the arena, your going to overestimate yourself and get into a bad situation without thinking. I need to teach you to think straight."

"Are you calling me stupid!" I scream in his face. I take the first object I see, which happens to be a loaf of bread, and fling it at him. Somehow, the old man dodges it and flings it back at me. The loaf hits right between my eyes.

"See?" he says, "You underestimated me."

"That's gotta be illegal or something!" I scream, "I'm going to tell the freaking peacekeepers my mentor tried to kill me! Then they will call in a replacement, somebody who is actually helpful!"

"Or maybe they wont call anybody, since the train is already moving. Your stuck with me, Will."

"I can do whatever I want!" I shout flinging myself in his direction, "You are not the boss of me."

My first punch hits him in the stomach, knocking him back onto the floor. I hear a loud thump as his head hits the floor of the train, hard. I kick him, so that he doesn't have enough time to catch his breath.

Suddenly, when I'm about to kick him once more, somebody calls out.

"WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!" she screams at me, "THAT'S YOU MENTOR! HE'S HERE TO HELP YOU, WILL!"

Tessarose stands in the doorway of the car, angrily looking into my eyes.

"Your not supposed to be here," I tell her, "Were you trying to figure out my weakness?"

"So what if I am? If you kill our mentor, you'll be the first one gone in the arena. If not by the Capitol, then by me. I don't know about you, but I could certainly use a bit of help for the arena. So leave him alone."

I step back from the sobbing Ahmad on the floor. Tessarose bends down next to him and hauls him over her shoulders. "Help me carry him to his room, before anybody sees," she says.

Together, me and Tessarose carry the beat up man to his train car, where we lay him on the bed. "Don't you dare ever do something so idiotic again, or I promise you that your death will be long and exceedingly painful," Tessarose warns me.

The girl seems threatening, deadly. So I bring up the subject. "Maybe if I promise not to kill you, you wont kill me."

"What are you implying?" she asks.

"I think we should make an alliance," I propose, "We will be part of the pack. You know, the career pack the games have each year. It will give us the upper hand."

Tessarose paused for a minute, "I already assumed we were part of the pack, being from District 4. You don't really have to ask, you know. Maybe Ahmad was right, you really are stupid."

"Say that again and..."

"No more threats, Will." she interrupted me, "Were on a team, remember?"

"Right," I say, "Were a team."