I can see myself walking along a cobblestone pathway, the edges rimmed with cherry blossom trees. The wind blows and a moaning voice accompanies it. It's so familiar but I can't seem to place a name.

The wind swept my loose dark hair across my face and it obscured my view, I wipe my hair away from my face and I see that the cherry blossoms had become a scarlett red. In front of me, was a girl without eyes. It's almost as if you can see into her soul. Her face is skeletal, and she is pale white, her lips are dripping with blood and scars cover most of her body. She has ripped clothing and her hair is dishevelled. She slowly walks toward me, moaning my name, her had reaches out towards me and when she places a hand on my arm, it burns her. Suddenly her eyes return, but it's dilated and I can only see black.

I'm frozen in place, and ice begins to creep up from my feet, it's so cold. My touch may have burned her, but her touch has me in shivers.

I'm startled by a tap on my shoulder, the girl in front of me points behind her, as her eyes bore into her skull, and turns to dust.

The boy behind me haunts my dreams every night. Roman. He's wearing his bloodied tribute clothing and he only has half of his face, and his stomach is bleeding. Then I realize who the girl was. Kaila, the tribute from District Six. I killed her by using my bow when she ambushed me when I was hunting. I didn't mean it, I felt awful. I still do.

He cocks his head to the side and studies me with a lifeless look in his eyes. Once he's done he slowly lifts his head and gives me a malevolent smile while the remainder of the skin on his face melts off.

He melts at my feet, but he's still alive, wriggling on the ground, and he begins to climb up on my body, hugging me with his melted skin. The trees vanish around me as I fall into a black abyss.

"Katniss! Katniss wake up!" I hear Haymitch's voice screaming at me, but I'm still thrashing. His face is red and filled with concern.

I groan and once again my clothes are drenched with sweat.

"It's getting worse Katniss, you never used to scream this loud or this long before. It's worse than mine. Katniss you need help."

"No. I'm fine just the way I am. I don't need any help, especially not someone from the Capitol," I spit back with a venomous voice.

"Calm down sweetheart, don't get your knickers in a twist. Now get ready, we're almost there."

After he leaves the room I observe myself in the mirror, blood has drained from my face and the cuts that I inflicted on myself the last time I was on this train began bleeding again because of the reoccurrence of my nightmares. Who is this girl? She looks lost.

I dress myself and sit at the breakfast table, I grab a strawberry tart and a glass of orange juice and begin eating. I wander off in my own land, thinking about District Twelve, the bread, the mine explosion, my first hunting trip, when I first met Gale and when I was reaped. It pains me too much to think about the aftermath of the reaping, I get enough flashbacks from it in my sleep.

"Oh sorry! I didn't think anyone was here! I-I'll leave," Peeta enters the room wearing a white button-up shirt with ebony jeans, he still looks absolutely exhausted but better from last night.

"No! No it's okay, please, have breakfast with me. I'm a bit lonely."

He smiles at me and takes cheese rolls and hot chocolate, at least he isn't gorging himself like last time.

We eat in silence, but it's so awkward that I decide to break it.

"So…how are you?" Great. Lovely conversation starter. Of course he's not alright! He's on a train to his death! I can't help but feel utterly stupid.

"I'm alright. You?"

"I've been better."

"Want to tell me what's wrong?"

"No, it's alright, nothing's really bothering me. I'm just thinking of strategies. So far I've got nothing."

He gives me a look that says 'I know you're lying, but I'll drop it.'

Truth is something was bothering me, it was him, this boy in front of me. I can't tell him that though. Peeta Mellark is bothering me because he could be dead in a couple of days, and it's going to be my fault. I'll have his death hanging on my shoulders. And I know this year isn't going to be an easy one. I owe him so much, that the only way that I can repay him is getting him out of this alive. And I'm not sure if I can do that.

The Capitol comes into sight, and Peeta and Vailea's mouths are gaped open and are staring at the grandeur of it, the cameras certainly haven't lied. It's so vibrant that it hurts my eyes, it's so fake. Everything in the Capitol is fake, except for one thing, murder. That isn't fake, they kill 23 people per year in the Games, and countless others for charges of treason.

They don't deserve any of this. Not the food, not the money, not the pleasure of kids killing kids. Because if it was my way, I'd have them taste a piece of their own blood.

Blood.

Blood and roses always filled the air in the Capitol, signalling the power of President Snow's reign. After my victory, he lay a single rose in my train compartment when I was on my way back to District Twelve.

It meant that he was always going to be watching, that I'll never be free. Perhaps he was watching me now.

The train pulls into the station and the citizens are going crazy, though we are an outsider District, they won't pass up an opportunity to get a glimpse of this year's tributes.

I never liked this part of the train ride, seeing their faces, they disgust me. We are like their prey, and they are the hunters. They wait to kill us.

Vailea steps back with a look of disgust on her face. I haven't really talked to her, but we seem to share the same mind concerning the Capitol. Let's hope that she doesn't do anything stupid.

But Peeta stays there, with a wide smile on his face, waving to the hunters. This confuses me, and Haymitch speaks for both of us.

"What are you doing boy?"

Peeta turns briefly and looks at us, "Well, I just thought that maybe I could win the crowd early, you know, get us some sponsors. So they won't think that we're useless after all."

I can feel a smile creeping up on my lips. Maybe he does have a chance.

I'm swept away by none other than Finnick Odair as soon as I step off the train, while Haymitch greets his former drinking buddy, Chaff.

Finnick Odair, standing in all of his glory before me, with bronze skin, golden hair, sparkling eyes and exceptionally white teeth. But I know that behind that smile and the look of joy in those eyes, lies a broken man.

"Kitty Kat! How are you?"

"Stop it Finnick, you know I hate that name," I scowl at him.

"Why do you think I use it?" He smirks at me, and I laugh and hit him on the shoulder.

"How is everything? With…you know."

His eyes suddenly fall and his happy face is replaced with a grim expression, "Not so good, I hate having to serve them, but most of all, I hate leaving Annie."

"I'm really sorry Finnick."

"You're so lucky you weren't popular back then, even with that eleven of yours."

I look around, "Where's Johanna?"

"Their train's late, c'mon, let's get to the Training Center."

I have no idea about how Cinna and Portia prepped my tributes, this is a crucial night, and I hope that they did their job well.

And I know as soon as they come out of the Square that they did.

They look absolutely stunning. The outshine everyone, they're on fire with the crowd, literally. They're on fire! The firelight illuminates their faces, highlighting their striking features, but most of all, they still look like themselves. But what's that? They're holding hands, they're standing united. They're subtly saying, 'We stand together, we will die together. There's nothing you can do to change who we are. You don't own us.'

I immediately know that this is Cinna's idea, as the last words he told me at the interview linger in my mind, 'I want to do something they're going to remember.'

And that, he has. But he may have just done a small act of rebellion. A tiny spark may turn into an inferno.

The flames give the illusion of engulfing Vailea and Peeta, that they're dancing in a wall of fire. The crowd loves them, but I can vaguely see a single white rose, amongst all of the red ones, drop inside their chariot.

And I immediately know, that this act of them standing as one did not please President Snow.

"That was amazing," Effie praises them, absolutely ecstatic that her District will not be overlooked this year. We are officially on the map. That may be a bad thing.

"I agree, such a lovely pairing this year," Haymitch smoothly says. I just keep quiet, I may have been the only one to see the rose, and the Training Center is full of camera's and hidden microphones, so I'm forced to keep this to myself.

But before I can leave along with the rest of the District Twelve team Vailea stops me.

"Oh, hey Vailea, what do you want?"

"Cut the crap Katniss."

I'm shocked, this doesn't seem like the same girl that was smiling and blowing kisses to the crowd, but then again, it's all a big show.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I know that you're not planning on getting me out of there. I know you want Peeta to win."

"That's not true." Yes it is.

"Don't lie to me, I heard you and Haymitch the other night. I know about your history with him. And let me tell you something. I'm ready, and I'm going to kill him."

Soooo, it's finally getting somewhere! Slow but steady, i hope you guys will stay with me, during this story. I have a ton of twists planned out. And I hope you'll be here to read them, I love sharing them with you guys :) Anyway, reviews please? :)