Hi guys! Here's todays chapter, sorry if your character isn't mentioned, I'll try and cover between 4-6 characters POV's per chapter, sometimes more sometimes less though! I'm thinking of doing some other characters POVs too, such as commentators, interviewers and game meakers!

Jacinda Rhenser POV

Jasper comes in to visit me first. Despite being a tough career I run to him, he wraps his arms around me and I just cry, thinking back to when we first got together, him passing a note to me in class. Our first kiss, when we snuck out after curfew , so many memories in such a short space of time, ending with the moment when he offered me the promise ring, only days before.

He pulls me away from his shoulder, and wipes my tears. He then kisses me passionately, the kiss makes me feel all warm inside, cheering me up slightly.

"I love you Jacinda." He says between the kisses.

"I love you too, Jasper."

"Look," He says suddenly quite serious, stopping the kisses, he smiles "I'm taking Opal into my care, I'll get her whatever treatment I can for now." I smile and hold back the tears. I know any treatment here won't help in the long run, but it's better than nothing.

"Thank you, I don't know what I'd do without you. I love you."

"I love you too, and I'll love you forever, and the minute you get home, I'm marrying you."

We both smile and hug tightly, not wanting to let go, but after way too short a time he lets go and is escorted from the room, I lean back against the wall. After a couple of minutes the door opens again and Opal rolls in on her wheelchair. I go over to her and hug her lightly, afraid I might hurt her.

"I'm going to miss you while you're gone." Opal weeps, tears flooding down my face. I use all my willpower not to cry, to try and seem brave, for her.

"I'll miss you to, but hey, you get to go live in a fancy home with Jasper!" I say smiling and kissing her on the head. She takes my hand and we stand there, looking at each other.

"Jaci," She whispers, and I lean in closer. "I'm getting weaker, I love you, I want you to have this…" She hands me a necklace, a silver chain with an amulet on the end, some kind of pattern on it. I put it round my neck.

"Thank you, Opal, I love you too."

"Jaci, I don't feel too good." She suddenly says, alarmed. I grip her hands and she suddenly goes very pale, her head lulls back and her eyes close. Worriedly I check her pulse, it's beating steadily, she just passed out.

"Help!" I shout, a peacekeeper enters and rolls her out, I crouch into a ball and sob. I'm so worried, I have to win this, I have to save her. I slip the necklace off of my neck, and then take my promise ring off, undoing the necklace I loop the chain through the ring, returning it back around my neck. Something to remind me of the two most important people of my life.

Terra Sykes POV

I sit in the tiny room I've been 'assigned' to for my goodbyes. It's more a closet than a room, although, it has bland cream walls, the paint peeling to give it even more of a dreary look, there's one chair which faces the door. Sitting on this chair makes me feel like a prisoner, waiting for their freedom, waiting for the door to open and waiting to escape.

"You've got two minutes." A peacekeeper murmurs as he opens the door slowly. In through the door walks my aunt, uncle and Adrian, who is still smirking nastily.

"We're so sorry Terra…" Uncle Jimmy begins, looking down at the ground, I hug them both, ignoring Adrian. It's odd, neither of them will meet my eyes, they look guilty.

"What did you do?" I say so quietly I'm not sure if they heard, I begin to repeat myself when Adrian cuts in.

"Per my request, they just so happened to maybe, possibly, enter you in for tesserae…" He grins, not ashamed what so ever. How can a ten year old push his parents to do this?

"How many times?" I sigh, I feel hurt, betrayed, I don't know how to put it, but I'm not happy with any of them. Maybe it's a good thing I'm going to the games, I can finally get away from a family who doesn't care for me.

"Thirty…" Auntie Mary begins, and I feel the hot of tears threaten to appear, but I hold it down, trying my best not to show Adrian how hurt I am.

"Go away…" I whisper, and they nod, Mary sobs a little and they leave the room.

Betrayed by my own blood. About to fight to the death. Nothing can get worse.

I sit on the lone chair in the bland room and just cry, I don't know what else I can do…

Seth Parker POV

"So how do you reckon you're going to get through this?" My father screams at me, the two minutes are almost up and all he's done is shout abuse at me. I sit there in thoughtful silence, not really listening to what he has to say.

"I don't know why you care so much, you haven't seen me in what? Two years." I sigh, looking him in the eye, his face has gone a brighter shade of red then when he used to be a black smith and after a hard day's work would be the colour of beetroot. I raise my eyebrows at him and all he can do is splutter.

"Look, you know nothing about me. I can fight, I'm good with a sword." I realise it's a mistake as soon as it's left my mouth, he gapes at me, wide eyed.

"You didn't, did you?" He gasps, I assume he's referring to the death of Ferby Janway, even on his side of the district news gets around fast.

"It was strictly business…" I sigh, then the peacekeepers remove a bewildered father from my room.

It is literally moments before Jesse walks in, as casually as normal, and he sits down on the floor, I join him.

"Hey, do you think you can do it?" He asks, getting straight to the point.

"No, I really don't, but hey, I'm not too worried, I can get quite far, I'm going up against people who have never fought before in their lives, it'll be an experience." I smile and push an object into his hand, he holds up the key to my house wonderingly.

"Are you sure?" He seems slightly shocked, but not majorly.

"Yes, if I die I want you to have my house, you can move there when you want, there are weapons to keep you protected if you need it, or you can sell them, either way, it'll offer you a cosy lifestyle as long as you don't do anything stupid."

"Like killing a man?" He instantly comes back, and I chuckle slightly.

"Yeh, that's a pretty stupid thing to do…"

We sit there in a comfortable silence for the next minute, when the peacekeeper opens the door and demands for Jesse to leave he chucks something at me and goes through the door. I look at the anklet and smile, mother always used to make jewellery and I presume, as dad wouldn't let her come visit me, that she made me this. I clip it round my ankle, admiring all the precious types of cloth and beadwork put into it.

Now I'm ready for these games.

Avis Clayton POV

Walking on the train I gaped, more than likely open mouthed at everything that was there, it was incredible, they even had pretty clear things hanging from the ceiling around the light, the man with the funny turquoise hair told me it was a crystal chandelier. Chandelier, what a stupid word.

Want to know the best thing about the train? The food! Cakes and more cakes and food I never have even laid eyes upon before! It's so amazing and I eat and eat and eat until I feel sick, but it's so worth it!

When we're half way through our meal, me and the Venture boy have our plates piled high, a woman walks out, her hair neatly pinned up and she's very tall and neatly groomed. She sits down and smiles at me.

"Hi guys, I'm your mentor, winner of the thirty first Hunger Games. My names Fairlo Osbourne. Lovely to meet you." She said, almost robotically. I wonder what the first few games were like, without mentors, or maybe they did have mentors, I don't know, but this lady seems pretty nice.

"Hi I'm Avis!" I say with a mouth full of food, Fairlo smiles in amusement whilst I get scolded by the Capitol man, whose name is Terrance, for talking with my mouth full. When he finishes I poke my tongue out at him and he looks affronted.

"I'm Xavier-" Xavier begins,

"Venture." Fairlo interrupts, "Yes I know a lot about you're filthy grandfather. But I'm not one to blame it on blood, so we'll just have no hard feelings. Okay, I'm here to help you with the games, give you advice, help you get sponsors."

"What advice can you start us off with." Xavier asks, for once I stay kind of quiet, fidgeting in my seat, the idea of sponsors sounds boring… What even are sponsors? And what advice will we need in a fight to the death, 'be good at fighting or die?' or something like that. I prop my elbows up on the table and rest my chin on my fists, much to Terrance's disgust.

"Right, well, have you ever fought before?" She asks,

"I can use a knife!" I shout happily. "I've been using them since I was four!"

The woman is a bit taken aback by this, but she looks at Xavier.

"I've thrown a few sickles in my life time, doesn't mean I'm exactly amazing at them." He grumbles.

"Well, it's a start, those will be the weapons you want to get!" She says, slamming a fist on the table. "Look, here's what I recommend you do…"

Savoy Riobravo POV

I swear at the idiot peacekeepers who are shoving me onto the train, they could at least not shove me, maybe tell me to mind the gap or whatever trains were like. I whirl around, taking in the fancy atmosphere. I'm already in a bad mood, not only from being reaped, but because even my ashamed family didn't come to say goodbye to me, I just sat in the stupid room for half an hour.

We all sit down at a table and I gulp down cups of coffee and hot chocolate and every other drink they have there. Every time I try to talk to the Erica girl, she blanks me. I don't know if it's on purpose or not, but it's getting on my nerves.

"Why the hell aren't you speaking to me?" I shout at her, after the thirteenth attempt of asking her something. She jumps and looks up at me with some kind of fear.

"Jeez I'm sorry!" She says sarcastically. "Sometimes when you've been sent to death row you have a lot to think about, alright!"

"Whatever," I huff and return back to my fifth mug of hot chocolate. This is when our mentor, Marcus Carsole, walks out and sits opposite me.

"Hey guys," He says quietly. I've spoken to Marcus quite a few times, he only won a few years ago and before then he worked alongside me in the Slaughter house, he's a good guy.

"Marcus." I nod and he nods back, picking up a glass of whisky.

"Hi," Erica says bluntly, before returning to her 'thoughtful' face.

"Well, you know the jist of this, I'm here to support you through the games and everything." He starts. I realise at this point that he's actually the same age as me, and Erica, he was reaped when he was twelve, four years ago, one of the very first young people to ever win the games. He did this by hiding till most of the people had been killed off, then setting traps near the cornucopia, working when the left over careers were out hunting him down, he killed the three remaining careers and only other tributes the next morning when they walked onto a bomb he'd managed to dig up and put near their stock pile, pretty impressive for a twelve year old.

Still, no one from our district had won since him, so either they were awful tributes or he was a bad mentor. Either way, I listened to whatever advice he had to give us.

Crown Leroy POV

My mouth drops when I walk into the carriage, the velvet carpets, the chandeliers, the oak tables, it was like a dream!

I instantly close my mouth and tilt my head up when I hear Shannie laughing at me.

"Really, Leroy, I would have though this wasn't all that impressive for someone of your taste." She says cheerily.

"It's not far off, must be really out of your comfort zone." I reply, not even giving her a glance. We sit on different sides of the table. She really doesn't like me, not that I particularly care or anything, she's probably just super jealous of my good looks and awesome personality.

"So!" Malone says, extending the 'o' sound to make the situation more awkward then it is. "Why don't you try some jasmine tea? Directly from the Capitol!" He cheers, trying to brighten the situation for us.

"Where's the TV?" Shannie asks, ignoring the question.

"Oh, uh, over there!" Malone splutters. Shannie instantly walks over and switches it on, changing the channel till it comes to the reapings.

"What are you even doing?" I ask

"Looking at the competition…"

"Oh, yeah, I was just going to do that."

"Shut up, sit down, and watch." She says rashly and I do as I'm told, bristling, I don't like being told what to do.

It has quick jumps from each district, volunteers from districts one, two, three, four, seven and eight. Possibly the most volunteers we've had for a while. But hey, you didn't need to volunteer to be as awesome and cool as I am. I mean, I may have screamed, but obviously that was just as a joke. Yeh, a joke…

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