Aerona Bloodwed POV

It should've been me. I should've been reaped that day. It was my last chance at being reaped for the Hunger Games. I could have won, but that stupid bitch had to get in my way.

When it came time for a female tribute to volunteer or be reaped, I was standing on stage ready to proudly proclaim that I was going to be the volunteer. But that all changed when I noticed Janus Williams standing next to me. She argued that she had volunteered before me. The escort, Xenia, had agreed with Janus. I was so angry that I snapped Janus' neck in front of everyone. On live TV.

Janus ruined my first chance at becoming a victor, but there is no way she can ruin this glorious second chance that President Alva presented me with.

President Alva's visit meant nothing to me. At the time, I didn't know about the revamped Hunger Games. Just the thought of the Hunger Games makes me think of my older sister, Chara.

Chara is a victor of a past Hunger Game. She had been so encouraging when I had a chance at playing in my own. But that all changed when I was into prison. Chara is the only one who writes me. She writes me once a month. Each time she likes to remind me of what filth I am, and how I ruined the family name.

When they hear the name Bloodwed, they think of me, not of Chara. There is little to no honor to our name because of my infamous moment at my last Reaping.

I've disowned my parents. I disowned them after they never contacted me after five years! I had found out last month from Chara that they too disowned me. The irony burns deep inside my soul.

When I win the revamped Hunger Games, I will not claim my family.

I am an orphan.

The buzzer catches my attention. I stand up from my hard cot and walk to the cell door. I can hardly see the male peacekeeper standing on the second catwalk with two buckets. He looks at me with a knowing glance before picking up the megaphone.

"Your District 2 male tribute is," he cuts off long enough to pull a name from the bucket.

"Garland Lutz!" He announces. I recognize that name. Garland was a shameless flirt who was constantly in and out of prison. He'd been in for only a week this latest run.

"Next the females," the peacekeeper says, giving me that look again. That's when I shove my arm through the bars and yell: "I volunteer!"

My voice rand through the quiet prison. I feel glee bubble up inside as a female peacekeeper makes her way towards me.

Garland Lutz POV

My breathy counting echoes in my nearly empty cell. I'm only at thirty pushups out of my normal morning forty.

Only two weeks remain of my bullshit charge. I've been sentenced to three weeks of prison time just because I put some moves on the wrong peacekeeper. I don't think I've ever seen a woman turn so violent over a simple comment. She should've been the one arrested.

I like to flirt. I'm mostly looking for reactions and sex. But each time I get arrested, I step back from sex. Who knows what diseases these people could be carrying. As soon as I'm out again, I'll jump right back into it.

I never ask for my mom, Bellisima to bail me out, because I want to try something new. My life is boring. What can I say?

My mom likes to spoil me. My dad, Palladium, doesn't do much, but goes to work as much as he can just to get away from mom's nagging.

When President Alva came to visit, I tried to chat him up, but the man just straight up ignored me! I won't lie, it pissed me off, but in the end, I don't really care. There's plenty more where he comes from.

When I heard he was starting a new breed of the Hunger Games, I was all for it. The Hunger Games will bring spice back to the Districts. And besides, what do I care if a bunch of murderers kill each other? That's how they ended up in prison in the first place.

The sudden blare of the alarm draws my eyes to the door. I get up from my position on the floor and walk up to the cell door. I press my slim, muscular body against the cool bars, staring up at the catwalk with curiosity.

Surely I wouldn't get picked. I mean, I'm only here for two more weeks! It was almost as if the peacekeeper with the bucket heard me, because just as he opens the slip of paper, he looks at me.

"Garland Lutz!" He announces. My stomach drops instantly. As the male peacekeeper approaches me, I wink at him to distract myself. The distraction won't last.

I stand across the table from my District partner, Aerona. Within thirty minutes I've learned that she is very demanding, and very flirtatious. Every time she looks at me, I wink and like to think that it causes her a little inner turmoil

She looks just like a District 1 transfer. She is five foot eight, with blonde hair that cascades down her back. Just like me, she has brown eyes. It's the only thing we have in common other than our flirtatious attitudes.

"You want tickets?" I ask, making her look at my with eyes full of confusion.

"To what?" She asks, while moving a turkey leg to her plate.

"The Gun Show!" I shout, throwing my arms up and flexing wildly.

She doesn't look amused by this. I drop my arms in defeat. There was no way I was just going to let her get away without giving me at least one proper reaction.

Aerona Bloodwed POV

I could see Garland's annoyance growing. He kept flirting with me. If this makes him fall into my trap, then I will play along. But once we get into the arena, I'll kill him when he least expects it.

At this moment, I just want to focus on the Games. When I win, I will finally make Chara eat her vile words!

I couldn't wait to see her face. She will be ashamed of spitting her insults at me. I will bring back some honor to my name, and show that I was meant to be the victor all along!

Author note: There is a few more tribute spots open, the next update will explain some of your questions! :)