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(Ira Night's P.O.V [District two])
After being hustled through the crowds of people we finally arrive at the train station. Nervously I step on the train. The male tribute from our district, I think his name was Zeke, follows me. We are shown to our temporary rooms and left to roam.
I am too busy making a plan for the games to take in the finery. I'm sure it's wonderful but I honestly don't care. All I want is to get this whole thing over with.
While I am thinking I aimlessly wander the train. Then I find myself in the dining cart. Gulping I look up. Staring into my eyes with a sick expression that gives me chills, is my mentor. She is only twenty but is utterly terrifying. She had almost everyone convinced that she was a perfectly behaved lady but in the end she tore apart every single one of the tributes that she found.
Shuddering I remember how she tore the screams out of their throats. Pushing back her chair she stands up tilting her head as she regards me with her cold brown eyes. Only then do I notice the dinner knife she is holding in her hand.
Crap, Crap, Crap. "Well hello there." She says in what has to be the creepy voice I've ever heard.
Forcing myself to freeze out the fear I'm feeling I reply. "Hi."
Very quickly she takes the dinner knife and puts the cool not sharp side under my chin. With starling gentleness she tilts it up sending my chin pointed in the air. "I don't like you. I will be watching you very carefully during training." She finishes in an ominous tone.
She's insane! My mentor is insane! I try to formulate a witty response but the door to the car opens and our escort and other mentor walk in. They both start to turn around and she quickly puts the knife down putting on the good girl act.
The other mentor narrows his eyes. "What are you two doing?"
She flutters her eyelashes. "Oh I was just introducing myself to Irene here."
"Ira." I correct in a gruff voice.
Her eyes narrow slightly but she corrects herself. "Ira."
Then Zeke walks in. Our other mentor looks pleased. "Oh god your both here. I am Brock and this is Felicity." He gestures to the mentor who threatened me. "Now that the formalities are over we can get started."
Felicity chimes in. "So basically right now you are both scrawny embarrassments to the career name. But sit down, we can start eating and maybe we can turn you into something that will last more than two days in the arena and not be an embarrassment." The creepy thing about this is that she sounds perfectly cheerful and upbeat.
With a gulp I sit down and grab a plate. Don't show weakness.
(Fire Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])
We step onto the train and my mouth falls open. It's so beautiful, it's everything I imagined. For a second I forget my situation and just sink to the ground. I rub my hands over the carpet and sigh. Everything is just so soft and sparkly. The sound of my brother rolling his eyes and our escort's quiet cough snap me out of my daze.
Struggling to regain myself and ignore the finery I stand up. I brush off my outfit muttering apologies. Quickly she regains her composure.
"Oh that's fine dearie! I understand you being excited by it perfectly. I'm going to go find your mentors and I'll leave you two in peace. Oh and by the way your dogs have been put into a separate area of the train and you will see them again once you arrive at the Capitol." She chimes in her silly accent before bouncing off.
The second she's gone Turk snickers at me and gently slugs me in the shoulder. "Way to make us look bad."
I slug him back laughing. "Not my fault!"
"I know, I know. Now come on, want to hunt down our mentors?"
No. That would make this whole thing seem even more real. But instead of voicing my thoughts I smile and reply. "Sure. Sounds great."
He nods as well so we set off down the hall. We pull open what seems like door after door until we finally come to a cart with plush red carpet. That's the only thing about it that seems fancy though. The entire cart reeks of alcohol and slumped over on the couch, is our mentor.
Well great. I look him up and down trying to see if he might be useful at all. It doesn't seem like it. His eyes are glazed over and it seems to be from much more than just the whiskey bottle in his hand. He appears to have given up on living a long time ago, and he's about thirty.
With a jolt I remember his games. He had been in the final two; the only other tribute was his district partner. She went insane about halfway through the games. He still hadn't known. He headed to the center prepared to kill himself so she could win. I think she meant something to him.
The second he saw that she was insane it was like something inside of him broke. I remember the tears streaming down his face as he pinned her down. And I noticed something I don't think anyone else did. Right as he slit her throat he whispered. "So you can truly leave the arena behind."
He had closed her eyes gently and sobbed even as he was taken out of the arena. When he returned home he disappeared to his new house and was hardly ever seen.
Turk clearly doesn't remember and clears his throat. "Hello?"
His eyes come to rest on us. "Oh. You're this year's tributes aren't you?"
When Turk doesn't reply, clearly intending for me to step forward, I speak up. "Yes we are. I'm Fire and this is Turk."
"It's a shame, a real shame that both of you will die in the arena."
"One of us could come home." I say quietly feeling the need to reply
His head shakes. "No. Even if you physically leave the arena, mentally you die in there. The grief and the guilt will never leave you and the arena will haunt your dreams. Every year for the victory tour you have to see the families of the tributes you killed." He pauses here and takes another drink from the bottle grief in his movements. "They look at you and their faces seem to ask why? They wonder why you would kill their children. It truly is better to die in the arena. I will send you gifts, but in time you will see."
Quietly Turk asks. "Why would you help us if you think it's pointless?"
He laughs slightly at such an obvious question "So I don't have to mentor."
This uses up our last piece of conversation so we sit in silence until our escort arrives. With her bubbly way she gets us all started on dinner.
(Rocketi Mauluga's P.O.V [District nine])
We sit calmly at the dinner table and my mouth falls open. There is so much food here. I actually don't think I have ever seen so much food in one place in my life. My mouth is watering and I can't wait to dig in.
Then I notice something. There are three forks, two knives, and three spoons. What the heck am I supposed to use all those for? After sitting for about ten minutes and not being able to figure it out I decide to screw it.
Taking my relatively clean hands I pick up the food and tear off a hunk. I continue to do this until I feel the stares on me. Ignoring them I shove more and more food into my mouth savoring the delicious flavors.
The only thing that stops me is the fact that I'm starting to get full, and well the shocked, choked noises coming from my escort, I'm pretty sure her name is Rubi Starcatcher.
I glance up and mumble through a mouthful of food. "What?"
In an infuriatingly sweet tone she says. "Why don't you try the fork dear?"
My tone full of fury I reply. "Because forks are a waste of time and only used by prissies such as yourself."
For one sweet moment she seems speechless but then she smiles. "Okay dear have fun with your hands."
Scowling I continue to eat the flavor now lost on me.
(James Carter's P.O.V [District ten])
We step on the train and it fills me with rage and disgust. Look at all the money that they must have spent on this train. While people are starving in the streets they waste money on pathetic fineries! I should destroy it all!
Calm, deep breathes. Taking a deep breath I sigh. Soon, I will have my revenge soon. For right now I must wait and be patient. Allow them to think that I am an innocent tribute just like the others.
Only once it's too late will they realize the truth. Swallowing I fight back the laugh that wanted to rise from my throat. It will only make them suspicious. So instead I look around with what I pretend are wide eyes of joy.
The girl Star is simply staring at me.
"What?" I ask already annoyed by her.
"Why?" She asks quietly twirling a ring around her finger.
"Why what?"
"Why did you volunteer?"
"For reasons of my own." I snap.
"Did you know the boy?" She continues.
Yes, let her think that he was important to me. Hmm I just need to think of who he was. I got it! A family friend. Yes a close family friend. She seems to take my silence as an answer and pats my hand in sympathy. "I'm sorry."
I nod and for what seems like a long time we have a conversation, me faking every answer and her actually seeming sincere.
(Veronica Santos's P.O.V [District three])
Sitting on the train I am forced to listen to my district partners pathetic sniveling. Oh my god. Suddenly enraged I stand up. "Pull yourself together!"
He stammers sobbing harder. "Y-You don't understand… I'm going to die!" A wail rips his throat.
I roll my eyes. "Yeah? Well so am I! And so are twenty two other tributes!"
"B-But I'm only twelve."
I lean in very close to him and pin him against the wall. "Yeah well I'm sure there are other twelve year olds! So pull yourself together and maybe, just maybe you'll last more than five minutes!" As soon as the words are out I know that they were cruel but at this point I don't care.
"I just want to go home!" This pathetic excuse for a boy sniffles.
"So do I!"
"B-But you aren't upset!"
"I am upset! I'm just not a sniveling little wimp!"
This sets off a new round of tear and I roll my eyes. I let go of the collar of his shirt and he slumps to the ground. I better avoid him. He's weak.
(Francis Mccoy's P.O.V [District three])
I curl into a little ball and wait for the girl to walk away. She doesn't get it! I don't want to die! I'm too young to die.
The door to the cabin slides open very quietly. Slowly I glance up to see a fourteen year old girl. At first I wonder what she is doing here then it slowly sinks in. She's our mentor, the only winner we have had in years. Her games were only two years ago.
"Hello." She says in a somewhat timid voice.
"H-Hi." I sniffle.
Veronica waves a hand and grunts. "Hey."
"I know you guys are scared, but I just want to let you know I'm here to help you in any way I can."
I nod and listen to her words of wisdom my tears slowly stopping.
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