Jazmine Vierra's POV

I'm still shocked that Scarlett turned down my offer for an alliance! I mean, I'm the most vicious tribute in the games. I could win even without allies. The only reason I even asked her to be in the alliance was because my mentor, Lilac Fauchay, practically forced me to. Lilac's an okay mentor. She won, but I'm not exactly sure how. She just seems so subdued and quiet and doesn't seem like she could hurt a fly. When I told her about Scarlett's response, she seemed angrier than I had ever seen her. going red in the face, she stormed out of the room, no doubt to go talk to Scarlett's mentor, Thor Tilam. He would have been a way better mentor for me. He is tough, and strong unlike quiet Lilac.

When Lilac came back, she said that Thor would talk some sense into Scarlett and get her to ally. I don't know what the big deal is with getting Scarlett to ally. It's probably to make sure that she faces her fear, not that I know what it is, but I'm assuming that it will have somrthing to do with me. One of the only rules in the training centre, besides no fighting eachother, is that no one can know another tribute's fear. Beacause it will "temper with the validity of the Games."

When I woke up this morning for the second day of the Training, Lilac had told me that I was to ask Scarlett again, but this time, she was to say yes. I quickly swallowed down a protein shake and proceeded dowstaires to the Training Centre.

As I enter the vast space, I look round for my future ally. Finally, I spot her shooting perfect bullseyes with her bow. I must admit, she does have some skill, but she will be no match for mine.

"Hey Scarlett!" I sneer as I startle her so much, her hand slps and completly misses her duumy.

"What do you wantt?" She asks me coldly.

"I'm giving you one last shot for a chance in the arena. Will you or will you not join in an alliance. I must warn you, if you don't you'll be first on my kill list," I threaten her.

"Fine, I accept. But I need good weapons and no backstabbing," She bargains with me.

"Alright, no backstabbing." But, deep inside, I already had formed a plan on her demise in the arena. However, I stratetically choose to gain her trust first and then go for the finish when she's not expecting it.

"So let's see what you've got. Come on, let's do some spears," I suggest, putting on a fake kind face and direct her towards a section on the other side of the training centre. Nobody ever trains at the spears, they think that they are unreliable and a burden. However, if you can wield one, then you're unstoppable. Besides, I've made it a goal to train at every weapons station and most of the survival stations.

The two of us wander over to the spears as many of the tributes look at us in terror. The careers overestimate themselves. Scarlett and I, together, will be more deadly than the entire career pack. Watch out Panem, you've got two new alphas on your hands!

Rye Feild's POV

I stare in fright as a newly formed alliance struts over to the spear throwing station. Jazmine Vierra and Scarlett Spears would easily take over the arena. The two of them combined would make even the careers look like a better opponent in the games. I know that I wouldn't stand a chance on my own. I knew at that moment that I needed an alliance urgently. But who?

As if to answer my pleas, a group of three tributes confidently strut towards me. In the center is the District Ten girl, Natasha. On each side of her is a male tribute. I recognized them as Alex from Ten and Hayden from Eleven. Even though it was only training, Natasha had her long golden hair styled into flawless waves and her lips were covered in a bright red lipstick. While the other tributes were sweaty and their hair was messed up, Natasha looked more like she had spent the morning shopping.

"Did you see those two girls a minute ago?" Natasha asks gesturing to Scarlett and Jazmine who we're throwing fatal shots with spears on the other side of the Training centre.

I nod my head shyly, I never did talk much.

"Well, with tributes like them, I know that people like you will never stand a chance alone. So would you like to join our little alliance that we have going?" Natasha asks smiling with small dimples on her cheeks.

"Sure, I guess. We need all the help we can get with both the careers and those two," I reply.

"Well, I guess it's settled then. Meet us at the table in the back corner at lunch for a strategy meeting," Natasha winks at me and struts away with her wingmen, no doubt to get more recruits.

I therefore go back to work at the knot tying station, my hopes slowly rising for my chance of winning and going back home to Nine. When I win, Mother and I will never starve again and she can quit her tedious jobs and live a happy life.

Astar Fiew's POV

Here I was, sitting alone at the edible plants station. When I had entered the Training Centre, I was immediately petrified at the sight of all of the weapons, not to mention I looked absolutely ridiculous in the rainbow outfit I was forced to wear by my stylist.

For as long as I could remember, I have had a fear of anything sharp or pointy. From kitchen knives to the swords that the careers wielded expertly, I am terrified. Therefore, I spent the last day at the knot station and the plants station, since there is a low risk of getting impaled by any of the weapons here.

I know it's strange for me, a murderer, to be afraid of weapons. But to be honest, I just poisoned my parents' wine and they died that night. But I know that I can win these games with my bare hands. I hate the looks that the other tributes give me when I sit here alone at the survival stations. The snickering behind my back infuriates me. Just let them laugh. When we're in the arena, I'll show them who's boss. Then who will be laughing?!

As I fail yet again at distinguishing poison plants from edible ones, I throw up my hands in exasperation. When I hear one of the careers laughing at my failure, I loose it completely.

I turn around to come face to face with Mace from District Two. He's pointing at me as the rest of his pack is snickering.

"Look at Fatso! He's so stupid, he fails even the easiest stuff. And what's with that outfit? I mean, who wears rainbow? I'll be the won't even survive the bloodbath!"

At that, I snap and lunge towards him, knocking him to the ground. Fists are flying and I feel pain all over my face. A crowd has gathered, watching the struggle. I get even more frustrated as I can't seem to get a punch in. Mace kicks me in the stomach and I double over, the wind knocked out of me. No one comes to my aide, not that I need anyone. Seething, I rush out of the training centre, too ashamed to face the tributes after that loss.

As I stand in the elevator on my way to the eighth floor, I realize something. I don't care about the other tributes! They are dead to me. Come tomorrow, I will train with weapons so I can crush those careers, especially Mace Tomahawk. They won't know what hit them! I know that I am Astar Fiew and I WILL win these Games!

A/N

The alliances:

1. Careers Mace, Marble, Rora, James, Crystal, Heaven, Starr

2. Dannin, Lacey, Justice

3. Natasha, Alex, Hayden, Rye

4. Scarlett, Jazmine

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