Hey guys! Here's todays update, and I only have one space left! Thats the D1 girl, so hurry to fill that space! :D

I'm really grateful to everyone who's reviewed/read it so far, feel really honored with some of the comments, so thank yo! Oh, and I promise to stick this story out till the end, I'm loving writing it! Please keep reviewing!

Anywho, District 2. Meet Saffra and Cassius.

Saffra Fairborn POV.

I hear the satisfying sound of the arrow hitting the target, and silently cheer, not that I had any doubt I would miss it. I take the blindfold off and grin when I see the arrow wedged into the middle of the target.

"That was amazing!" Zo practically sings, whenever she speaks all the boys say that it can't ever be described as simply speaking, it's too beautiful for that. Her and Katana, my two best friends sit on the bench on the edge of the training arena in my garden, watching me open mouthed, they seem to always be impressed, even though they've seen it billions of times before.

I was one of the lucky people in the districts, I had a huge house with a huge training area which has provided me with training from when I was 5, my mother, Ren, and my father, Augusto, had worked hard to have this life. I was just lucky I didn't have to do the same, living in luxury in my huge mansion with fields to train in the whole of my life, never really having to do work.

"Whatever," I laugh as I walk over and sit with her on the bench, I should really train some more, the games are tomorrow, but even so this may, well there's a very small chance this could be the last time I ever see the two of them, this thought makes me laugh some more, I am in it to win it, and that's exactly what I'll do.

"So, have you heard who is volunteering for the boys this year?" Katana asks, I sigh as I nod, of course I knew, for one Katana updated me every day so I don't know why she was asking me. She loves gossip, which does come in handy a lot of the time. And secondly, I had been doing some research myself, asking around and getting my father to do the same.

"From what I… And you, know, I would say there are three guys who are seriously crazy about volunteering, we've got Glenn Char, Spear thrower, but although he's good at it, he's never been in any real training, so an easy kill for any career. Yohan Tar, the guy who has some real anger issues, and if he can control his emotions he could be a real threat, real good with a warhammer, but if he gets angry then he could be overtaken, I would have thought." As I say this I'm curling a few strands of my black hair through my fingers, with a not bothered attitude.

"And the third?" Zo grinned.

"Well…"

Cassius Kristof Holloway POV

I hear my father's sigh when I walk through the door. I don't know why he was here, this wasn't his house, but unfortunately he visited from time to time, this must be one of them times. I'd just gotten home from being out with my friend's, I'd gotten into a fight with a cocky sixteen year old who thought it would be funny to see what I was like angry. I had a bloodied nose and a fat lip, nothing too bad, at least I didn't get a black eye this time.

"What's happened?" My father groaned. He was standing against the kitchen side with a cup of something, I'm presuming alcohol, he was drunk most of the time so why would he not be drinking now?

"Brett Resowki." I spat. "Called me a coward. So I showed him."

"Cassius! You have been getting into fights more and more as the reaping have been approaching, you have to stop! If you even want to stand a chance in these games you need to stop making a bad reputation of yourself, word gets round, you know." He nagged, sipping from his beverage.

"Whatever, just because you wish you could win against a Resowki, and I did win, these" I point to my face wounds, "are not anything compared to what Brett went home with."

My father sighed again, looking to the ground with disappointment. "I'm training you to hurt in the Hunger Games, not in real life. The Resowki's are a well-respected family, you won't be appreciated for your actions."

I hate my father, he uses a good vocabulary and his sneaky charisma to try and worm his way into controlling every aspect of my life. So if he is disappointed, then good.

"Well, I just took it as practice." I start, before turning on my heel and whirling up the stairs.

I have been training for the Hunger Games since I was four, that's early even for a career. My father is determined to have a family winner, determined to push me so hard that I am practically invincible. He doesn't believe I should have a social life, he doesn't think I should do anything apart from training for the games, and if anyone disagrees with him he will beat them. He abused my family in the past, so when I was fourteen I'd had enough of it, I took my siblings and moved to my sister's house in Victor Village.

She had been trained as hard and as awfully as I had, and had lived up to my father's expectations. She won in the first quarter-quell, backstabbing the entire career pack when they ganged up on her district partner as he was visibly stronger than the rest of them. She was fifteen and one of the youngest who made it past the bloodbath. She's now twenty seven and has two young girls, who she is just as intent to keep away from father as I am to keep my siblings.

The reason we'd both been pushed so hard to train for the games is mainly due to my father being so blood thirsty and power hungry, which, fortunately, I am too. Also his twin brother had died in the very first hunger games, during the bloodbath. When we were born he started to become scarily abusive, and menacing. Then when Tawny –my sister- won the 25th games, he started drinking, which made things so much worse, and that was when I was only eight. People say I have his personality. Around them I may, but when I'm with my family I would never do the things he did.

Saffra Fairborn POV

"So you think you're ready?" My father asks from across the table, while having a huge mouthful of bacon in his mouth.

"Dear, please eat with your mouth closed…" My mother chuckles, her forest green eyes, which are the replica of my own, creasing up, and that makes me smile, this is the day of the reaping and we're sat round for our breakfast.

"I'm ready, I've been ready for years." Grinning, I start on my food.

"You know, you can still wait for next year, really perfect your strategy. You still have another year." My father was a huge perfectionist, but I have been training for years, I know I'm ready.

"That's too risky, dad, what if I go to volunteer next year but someone manages to do it before me? Then what, I'll never win the games!"

"Okay, okay, well…" He stands up and gives me something, when I study it close I realise it's the cord from my old grey sweatshirt, my favourite piece of clothing which has been passed through our family for decades. Smiling I tie it around my wrist, knowing I'll take it into the games.

"Thanks, dad." I grin.

Then before I know it it's time to go, we get to the town square with the huge stage with glamorous people dotted around, with cameras and microphones, and of course the two giant glass bowls with thousands of slips of paper on. I give my parents huge hugs before going to join the other girls of my district, slipping between Zo and Katana.

"Good morning District 2" say's Juliette Macklebee, our capitol representative, dressed in a huge frock, which is an ugly shade of green. "I hope you are all well,"

And so the speech begins,

"Excited?" Zo smiles weakly, she seems nervous, I don't know why it's not like she has any risk of going in, she should be excited!

"Of course, I can do this!" I whisper, almost bouncing up and down.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, I mean, you could easily do it, you're brave, and head strong, along with many other aspects plus your training, but if you let it get to your head then that may be a disadvantage." Katana whispers back.

"Whatever." I snap, I don't take orders, ever.

"Ladies first!" Juliette crows, as she dips her hand in to the bowl before taking out a piece of paper.

"Zo Tho-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" I shout before the name is even announced. There are no gasps, or cries, there is no surprise across the crowd, a few bitter stares from other potential volunteers. I hug Zo and Katana before striding up to the stage, grinning wickedly. I am the most brave person I know, I can do this.

"Name?" Juliette smiles at me.

"Saffra Fairborn."

Cassius Kristof Holloway POV

The morning of the reaping I awoke, waking up both Atlas and Zues, telling them about how they will be safe for another year in that games.

This was the year where I would volunteer.

I want to show my father just how much better I am than him, how much I'm not like him, that I'm accomplishing something him nor his dead brother could ever achieve.

To win the Hunger Games.

The household woke up slowly this morning, we ate together like we usually do, I was glad to learn that father hadn't stayed the night, or passed out on the kitchen floor. We ate in grim silence, my sister knew that I was volunteering this year, and I think everyone had guessed. No one knew what to say.

A half hour passed this way then we all went to get ready for the reaping, putting our best Sunday clothes on. Once we were ready we all squished together in the corridor and wished each other luck. There was a knock at the door and I opened it to find Alwyn.

Alwyn is my next door neighbour and best friend, we've been best friends all my life. She's never left my side, even though I can be a bully, but then again so can she, we having matching personalities and I think that's why we get along so well. I liked Alwyn as more than a friend and that wasn't really a secret, well it wasn't in my family anyway, on our way to reaping my siblings and cousins were all whispering to each other and giggling.

We reach the centre and it's exactly how it is every year, there's camera's everywhere, also capitol's, they seem to swarm the stage and building behind it, chatting and smiling too happily. Everything about the capitol annoys me.

"Are you volunteering this year?" Alwyn says quietly, so no one nearby can hear.

"You bet, it's time to show my father how far I've come." I grin, but not for long, Alwyn looks sad and hugs me, then unclips the charm bracelet from around her wrist and hands it to me.

"Here, have this for the games, unless you have something else, of course." She insisted.

"No I don't have anything, thanks, Alwyn, it means a lot, lets hope it's as lucky as it looks hm?" I chuckle.

We chat as Juliette Macklesbee, the capitol representative, looking very un-dashing bleats on and on about honour and the games.

"Ladies first!" She shouts above the crowd, taking a piece of paper from the bowl.

"Zo Tho-"

"I VOLUNTEER!" A shout comes from the crowd before she even finished the name. A few grumbles come from other potential careers, but to no surprise the Fairborn girl steps up onto the stage, grinning to the crowd. She's been trained since she was young, as have I, but she is not as good as me, no one is. She's also an arrogant girl, and I don't get along with arrogant people, probably because I'm too arrogant myself.

"Name?" Juliette smiles at Fairborn.

"Saffra Fairborn." The girl grins wickedly to the crowd, knowing that this is her moment and all eyes are on her. Some people never learn.

"Okay, and now to reaped the gentlemen."

She once again repeats the process of taking a name out of the bowl.

"Ch-"

"I volunteer!" I say before anyone can take Saffra's idea and volunteer early, by volunteering earlier.

I hear groans from the many eighteen year olds wanting to volunteer, it being there last chance, and being up shown by a seventeen year old. I stride up to the stage and growl at Saffra, who scowls back.

"Name?" Juliette moans, probably sick of the volunteer routine from every year.

"Cassius Kristof Holloway"

So let the games commence.

So yeah, hope that's good! I didn't have my friend check it this time so if it's something that should crash and burn that would be why +_+

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