(James Carter's P.O.V [District ten])
The knife sails through the air with deadly accuracy. It plants itself in the target and I give a small satisfied grin. Now if only the target was the body of President Wheat. Then revenge would finally be complete. Well no it won't be complete until every one of them was dead or gone. By every one of them I mean the capitol and anyone who supported or cared for them; or anyone who didn't fight back.
I could wipe out most of them, wipe out all but the loyal ones who stood by me and clearly cared for their own people. They could reproduce and we could make a perfect new race of loyal people who care about everyone and don't support the horrible Capitol.
I keep throwing the knives and allow myself to daydream. I can pretend that that is the president being destroyed. At least until I can finally throw a wrench in their plans.
(Saphire (Fire) Skyfort's P.O.V [District eight])
Turk and I look around the training room trying to find something useful to work on.
"How about axe throwing?" Turk suggests eagerly.
Raising an eyebrow I turn and look at him with a look of disbelief "How about fire starting?"
He crosses his arms in a mock pout. "Fine." Laughing I slug his arm and head over there. Hope and Smoke trail along at our sides their leash lying limp on the ground. We don't have to touch the leashes to make them follow us, they're too loyal.
Once we arrive there we tie them to the designated poles and kneel down. Turk passes me some sticks and some pinecones. Shaking my head I pass back the pinecones.
"We should save those for once we get it truly started." I mutter as I arrange the sticks.
He frowns teasingly. "Since when do you know so much about starting fires? Just cause we call you Fire doesn't mean you know everything about making them."
A small frown comes to my lips. How do I know this? "I don't know…" I mutter. "I must have picked it up somewhere along the way."
His hands go up in the air in a defensive gesture. "Well I know nothing so you're the boss."
"Good." I mutter and continue stacking the sticks. When I ask for the matches he hands them to me. Gently I light one of the lower sticks. The flame catches on another lower stick and I quickly toss in a pinecone which sends the whole thing sparking and flaring up.
Turk looks pleasantly surprised. "Nice job. That could be a useful skill."
Standing up I nod and brush myself off. "Yeah if I live long enough for it to be useful."
Turk frowns and hugs me tightly pressing my body into his. "Don't talk like that Fire. I'm getting you out of there and you're going to come home and live the rest of your life."
I hug him back tighter. "I don't want to live if it means you have to die. I can't live happily knowing that you died for me. You have to be the one to win. I can't do this."
Turk's whole body shakes as he sighs. "I can't promise that Fire. I can't let you die." I can sense the tears rolling down his face and finally let my own fall. I can't stand to cry and I rarely do, but the thought that I may soon lose Turk is too much for me to handle right now.
My face buried in his jacket I finally allow myself to break.
(Layota Wolfe's P.O.V [District four])
My wrist bends expertly as I slash the dummies with the knife. It bends almost completely inside out as I cut the throat of the dummy. My fellow Careers roll their necks as they watch and Hades barks approvingly from the pole where he was tied.
Even my other Careers this year seem weaker than most years. They may help me get further but eventually they will become deadweights. Nothing more than something disposable; and when something becomes disposable I do the likely thing, I dispose of it. They will carry me partway through the games and I will win them on my own. It is the best and the only real way. Those who want to win with honor are weak and easily destroyed.
(Jennifer Jareau's P.O.V [District five])
I climb the climbing bars encouraged by Phoebe's barks below me. Once I get to the end I land lightly on the ground. I notice someone watching me with an amused expression on her face. Trying to decide if she is worth my time or not I do a quick scan through the reapings recap in my head.
After a few minutes I place her. She's from district three, her name is Veronica and she volunteered for her friend; and apparently she likes combat boots. I wonder how she got that one by her stylist.
"Hi there." She says in a cheerful spunky voice.
"Hello." I say through the arrow I have in my mouth as I test the bowstring's tautness.
"I'm Veronica." She says and grabs a bow of her own.
"I'm Jennifer but you can call me JJ." I reply then wonder why I gave her my nickname. I do like her spunk. But I wonder what she wants.
"So how are you?" She asks with a small smirk and I know she didn't mean it to be incredibly kind.
"Oh I'm just great darling. Considering I'm probably going to die in a few days and as of now have no allies to help extend my lifespan. I'm just peachy." I answer sarcastically.
A smug look of interest appears on her face and her smirk widens. "Well I can solve one of your problems."
"And which problem would that be?"
"Your problem of having no allies; I can be your ally."
Interesting, she could be very helpful and I do like her so far. No harm in agreeing, I can always go back on it.
"That sounds wonderful." I say finally and shake her hand.
"Then we have an agreement." Her hands shake mine as she smiles when she says her reply.
(Kale Carter's P.O.V [District seven])
I keep throwing spears at the target as the other Careers watch. They're still approving my worth; I can tell by the way they look at me. I have to look even more intimidating than normal. They seem to have put Ira in charge of watching me. She's doing a fine job of it and hasn't taken her eyes off me all afternoon.
I don't mind that though. To most her forest green eyes would be disillusioning or disheartening and would make them want to run, but to me they seem to almost call to me. They give me this feeling that she has this amazing story and is just waiting for someone to draw it out in the open. I want to be that someone.
Shaking my head I go back to spear throwing. The whistling sound of the spear draws me out of my dangerous daydreams. I should be determining how big of a threat she is and how to best dispose of her. If I die Karina will be left alone and I can't allow that to happen. I need to stop daydreaming about her eyes and start thinking about how to kill her.
Glancing at the target I notice that another spear has landed just next to mine. It fell about a half an inch away from the bulls-eye where mine was. Wondering who threw it I look to my left. Ira is standing there petting a German Shepard with a punk rocker like look on her face. Her dog looks very similar to Spike and I instantly want to know more about it.
"What's his name?" I ask gesturing to the dog.
"What's what's name?" She responds clearly not paying attention and just focusing on throwing spears.
"Your dog."
"Oh. His name is Beau."
"That's a nice name. The name of my dog is Spike."
"That's nice. He's cute." She replies absentmindedly then looks surprised that she said it.
"Thanks, I've had him forever."
She nods and keeps throwing spears clearly telling me that the conversation is over. I take spear after spear continually throwing them in order to get even better aim.
(Roketi Mauluga's P.O.V [District nine])
I shrug on the unnecessary body padding and armor so that I can train with the designated peacekeepers for hand to hand combat. The pads are unnecessary because I stopped feeling pain years ago.
After what feels like forever one walks out in full body pads. Twisting my neck it cracks in multiple places then I crack my knuckles. The slightest flicker of fear flashes across the peacekeepers face but it quickly goes back to a calm, uncaring look.
Before he can get ready for me I swing at his face the heat of battle. My fist hits his nose drawing blood and he flinches drawing back. The blood excites me and the thrum of battle starts to fill my ears. My fists land more and more blows, and soon I am not even sure if he is hitting me or not. Soon, I break through the pads on his body and he starts to scream as I hit him.
His screams only cause me to sneer. He is weak; I bet he has caused unimaginable pain to innocents, people who have done nothing wrong. My blows get even more fevered as I realized that this man in front of me is no better than my father. After a few more minutes of this, strong hands grab my arms and they try to pin me back. I continue thrashing screaming my rage and hatred at them.
Mutters of crazy fill the air and all the other tributes are silent as I fight them. Then, the sharp push of a Taser hits my side and I collapse to the ground convulsing as electric shocks wrack my body.
Hey guys, so uh, only one review last time, and it was from an anonymous user who I would love to give credit to, but unfortunately failed to leave a name. I'm not going to repost the points, because no one got any. My question is a bit different this time around, but I will still give points for it. Would you guys like me to rewrite the district one and district two reapings?