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(Iris Brokhic's P.O.V [District seven.])

I run my hands through Fink's fur and try to brush mud off my clothes. I'm doing this in an effort to distract myself. It's not working. Utter horror has invaded my heart and won't leave. No matter how much I yell at it.

Every year I have to watch the games. I always knew I might be drawn but I always hoped it wouldn't be me. That logic was just completely blown to pieces in front of my very eyes. I looked horrible for the reapings to but at least I may have managed to get some sponsors.

The door opens and my sisters and parents walk in. Both my sisters hug me wailing their emotional side taking over. My dad hugs me as well but my mom takes longer.

She was never one for emotional scenes but then again something like this has never happened to her before. "What happened to your clothes?" She asks finally.

"Well Fink annoyed some wasps then I fell in the river." I reply trying not to get hurt at the way that was the first thing she said.

She nods. "Well at least you managed to pass it off as good so you can get sponsors to better your chances of survival."

Dad nods. "Yes it was very smart of you." Sydney and Ella are still crying and can't say anything. So dad takes something out of his pocket. "To help give you strength and to amuse you when things seem darkest."

It's a small clockwork cricket and when I wind the knob it jumps around in my hand and chirps. I smile slightly the fear vanishing for a second.

My whole family hugs me one last time and Sydney and Ella whisper. "Good bye." Before the door is closed and I'm left alone. I play with the cricket. Maybe I can do this.

(Kale Carter's P.O.V [District seven])

I am not worried about the games. All I am worried about is how Karina will deal with watching me die. Our parents death was hard on her and I have a feeling mine will be worse. This thought chills me to my very core and I pet Spike my silent shadow feeling slightly comforted by these thoughts.

Slowly, almost impossibly slowly the door creaks open and Karina walks in. Her face is as pale as a ghosts and I know that she is trying to remain strong for me just like when mom and dad died.

Before I can register anything I'm in her arms and she's shaking slightly. "Don't worry." I murmur into her. "I have a plan."

She pulls away. "And what's your plan?"

I only realize it as I'm saying it. "I'm going to join the careers." Noticing the doubt on her face I continue. "I'm strong and smart they'll let me in. I know better than to trust them and once we divide I'll make a run for it."

For a second I'm worried that she won't approve. Then she regards me again and nods. "Good plan. But please Kale. Win."

"I'll do my best. I promise." We hug one last time and she walks out tears streaming down her face. "Goodbye Kale. I love you."

"Goodbye Karina." I whisper and play with my leather bracelet. I have to keep my promise to her.

(Fire Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])

The peacekeepers are taking to each other clearly confused. They don't know what to do with us. Apparently this situation has never happened before. Finally sighing they shove us both in the same room then lock the door.

Turk turns to me tears brimming in his eyes. He doesn't seem to know what to say and honestly neither do I. One of us will die. That much is certain. The only question is whether it will be one or both of us.

Finally Turk speaks in a voice that I know he uses when he's trying not to cry. "Don't worry. I'm getting you out of that arena."
I shake my head. "No Turk! I don't want to live if it comes at the cost of your death. I'm getting you out."

"No. Fine Fire how about this. We accept that neither of us wants to come out. But if something happens to the other we can't just kill ourselves. We have to try to win."

I'm getting him out. But he just won't know it. "Deal. Now we better be quiet moms going to be in soon."

Right on cue the door opens and mom rushes in sobbing.

(Turk Skyfort's P.O.V)

Me and Fire both hug mom knowing that nothing we can say will make this better for her. One of us must die. Finally she pulls away her face tear stained. Silently I make note of the fact that our dogs followed her in and are now sitting next to us.

With tears running down her face mom manages to choke out. "Promise me. That at least one of you will come home."

I nod slowly at the same time as Fire. "We promise." We both say in unison.

She's sobbing even harder and hugs us both again. "Goodbye. Remember that I loved you."

"I loved you to. Goodbye mom." I whisper

Fire allows herself to start crying and I wish I could make her stop. But right now the only thing I can do is keep my own tears at bay. "Bye mom. I will always love you." Fire whispers.

Then I remember something. Mom deserves to know what really happened to dad. "Mom before one of us dies you should know the truth."

"What do you mean?" She sniffles.

Fire stiffens but let's me speak. "Dad's death wasn't accident. He was trying to start a rebellion, to get rid of the games and everything they stood for. The capitol found out about it and needless to say they weren't happy. They caused the accident and forced him to disappear. But what he was doing he thought was right."

She seems completely and totally shocked. "We just thought you should know." Fire adds quietly.

Suddenly the door bursts open and mom is being dragged out still crying, still too much in shock to protest.

The second the door closes Fire turns to me. "What the hell was that?! Why would you tell her?! We agreed years ago we never would!"
I clear my throat quietly. "She deserved to know the truth. I-I just thought that someone should when we die." The words catch in my throat and tears start rolling down my cheeks.

She nods quietly and hugs me again each of us relying on the other as not to fall. "It's okay. You were right she deserves to know."

Hope and smoke gently nudge our hands then walk over to the door as Marcus walks in. He looks up at us with wide blue eyes brimming with tears. "Hey guys." He says quietly.

Fire immediately throws herself onto him hugging him tightly. She grabs my arm and pulls me forward with them, forcing me into the hug. Marcus holds on for what I consider a few seconds to long before finally Fire and I pull away.

(Fire Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])

After we finally separate Marcus doesn't know what to say. Finally he settles for a shaky. "Goodbye."

"Bye Marcus." I squeak out biting my lip. No more tears. Be strong, for Turk.

"Goodbye Marus." Turk says but it seems a bit more forced. I make a mental note to scold him about that later.

"Thank you both for being my friend. I-I wish this wouldn't have happened. But please at least one of you has to try to come home. Don't leave me completely friendless."

Me and Turk both nod quietly. "Okay Marcus. Okay." I reply and hug him again. What seems like much too soon the door is closing behind him. I lean down and pet Hope. I tremble slightly. Turk doesn't seem to have any words left and quite frankly neither do I.

I wonder how long before one of us is dead. Suddenly a song that dad used to sing for the rebellion comes into my head. It seems oddly fitting. Two slips of paper, two more lives stake. Going to the arena, they must step off their plate. Time is ticking for each tribute. Twenty three must die. The one who emerges wishes they were one of them. Time is ticking, time is ticking you must leave soon. I wonder how long before your own cannon goes boom. He had sung that song in the town square before the games. Only now do I realize how right he was.

(Stacey Mark's P.O.V. [District nine])

I pace the small room. Mimi struggles to keep up with me. I glare at the capitol fineries that decorate the room. They seem to almost be mocking me. I'm being sent to my death and all I can think about!

I slump down next to the wall. It's my birthday. Bad things never happen on your birthday. It's just wrong! Then again I suppose the hunger games are wrong as well.

The wooden door opens quickly and my mom and dad come in. I know why my siblings aren't here. It would have been much too hard for them. I understand that.

Mom is holding a small box covered in wrapping paper. When I stand up and walk over. She presses it into my hands. "Happy birthday. Open it when you need hope. Remember we're cheering you on."

I nod tearing up slightly. "Thank you."

Dad hugs me tightly presses me to his chest for a spilt second. He releases me soon after never one for physical affection. "Good luck. And remember you have people rooting for you."

"I will. I love you both."

"We love you to." Mom replies. "We have to go now but we'll see you soon okay?"

I nod. "See you soon." Then I'm left alone on my birthday. At least I got a present.

(Rocketi Mauluga's P.O.V [District nine])

I glance around the room at all the finery. It has very little effect on me. Things like that only seem to further irritate me. The capitol with all of its fineries is quite frankly disgusting.

Suddenly the door slams open rattling loudly. My dad bursts through the door and basically he seems as mad as hell. Snarling he leans into me pinning me against the wall before I can react.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" he snarls.

Pure rage boils through me. He can't tell me what to do. I am no longer his son. Now I am free. I make my own choices. Suddenly I'm eerily calm. "I was thinking I would volunteer."

His face gets even more twisted and he does something I wouldn't think he would dare do to me now that I'm a tribute. He punches me square in the eye. I don't even flinch. All that I felt was pressure but from the way it's throbbing now I can assume it's going to swell. "Little brat." He spits. "You better come home because I will not fend for myself."

The peacekeepers seem to have heard the commotion because suddenly they swarm into the room. They grab his arms yelling curses at him as he fights them. After they finally restrain him he yells as he is dragged out. "You're still my son and you will still do as I say!"

I'm so very tempted to run after him and make him feel a fraction of the pain he caused me. But I force myself to remain calm. Save it for the arena. There you can fight as much and as hard as you want to help you forget.

I walk over to the small mirror that they had in put in here. Yep just as I thought my eye is rapidly swelling shut. Suddenly annoyed I decide to take my anger out on the mirror punching it. The glass shards cut my knuckles but it doesn't matter to me.

Soon I will be in the arena. Soon I will be free.

Wow some of these tributes are messed up! I love it! I can't wait to get further on. I have such brilliantly evil plans….

Next question, What was one of the things Cato said during his crazy rant at the end of the movie?

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