Rora Hitchens' POV

Honestly, I never really wanted to be in the career pack, they are always so stuck up. But I guess it beats being alone in the games. I'm not exactly sure who convinced Mace and Marble to let me in, since I know they wouldn't have accepted me willingly. It's probably one of the mentors, letting me become a career, just be betrayed. The only reason I accepted was so that I could have a shot at winning. From the past years of me watching the games, I have learned that if someone denies an invitation into the pack, they become first targets since the careers take out the strong ones first.

I must say, the career pack this year is quite odd. There's the kids from four, who are actually quite skilled and Heaven from Twelve, who I actually really like. She's the only career who I see as a friend.

My arm is healing slowly, but I'm afraid I won't be recovered in time for the games. However, I have managed to do some of the training. Mostly I've been working with daggers, the only weapon I can handle without hurting myself and survival. Too many careers have died of natural causes and I refuse to become one of them. Therefore, while the guys are messing with their swords, I'm at the camouflage station with Heaven working on disguising each other as trees. I add a few more spots of a mud based paint onto Heaven's hand and smile proudly at my handiwork.

"Alright! You're done. Check it out!" I tell her triumphantly.

"This looks amazing!" Heaven tells me as she holds her small hand up next to a log. It blends in perfectly.

"You did great! It really does blend in. How about I wash my hands of and we work with some weapons. What do you think will work with your arm?" Heaven asks.

"I don't know. Maybe we should go back to the daggers again." Since there's not much else to do with a broken arm.

"Alright. Why not?" Heaven chirps, a smile on her face.

Heaven has been so supportive of me with my arm. While the other careers left me in the dust to do their own thing, Heaven was always there to train by my side. The two of us wander over where Makohan from Seven is also throwing knives.

I pick up a sheath containing a silver knife with my left hand. Ever since my right arm has been disabled, I have taught myself to use my left hand dominantly. And honestly, I was getting quite good. Who knows, if I last through the games, I might become left handed.

I hone my attentiveness towards the dummy, feeling the weight of the knife shift in my hand. Finally getting my aim, I pull my arm back and snap my wrist forward. I feel the handle of the dagger leave my hand and and I soars through the air. It flies and flies, until it finally reaches its target, the dummies heart. I high five Heaven, who was copying my every move and also hit a bullseye.

"Not bad," I hear someone say behind me, "for a girl with a broken arm."

I turn to see that a tall guy with messy blond hair has been watching me and Heaven throw knives.

"You're Makohan, right?" I ask.

"Just call me Phan," he responds with a wink. I could definitely tell he was flirting with me. However, I don't take it seriously. He's flirted with all of the girl tributes. Just last night, I saw him holding hands with the girl from four, Crystal. But I could tell that that didn't last very long. Besides, I don't really want a boyfriend right now. It would distract me from my main goal, winning the games. Therefore, I evade.

"Umm... Okay. See ya Phan!" I call as Heaven and I rush away.

He'll get over me. I look back and I'm not surprised to see that he's winking at another tribute. God, he's such a player. I'm glad I didn't hook up with him.

Athena May's POV

Today is my second day in the Training Centre and I'm getting quite bored. I kept to my Dad's advice and kept my talents a secret. However, pretending to be an I talented little kid is getting quite old. For the past two days, I've spent my time struggling to pick up sword and hiding out at the underrated survival stations. I try to ignore the hand to hand station, but it's getting harder every second. However, my "work" is paying off. I'm one of the tributes with the smallest shot at winning. Well, maybe not the lowest, since the boy from six is pretty bad and the boy from Twelve didn't even show up for training.

For the past twelve hours, I've been painting on myself at camouflage, reading books about poisoned berries and setting snare traps at the trapping station. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for has come. All of the tributes have left for dinner, along with the Game Makers, leaving me alone. Even the trainers have left. Now is the time when I can do some legitimate training.

Not wasting my precious time, I rush to the hand to hand station and turn on the power for the dummies. The dummy that I am fighting is towing at seven feet tall. It lunges for me and I quickly evade. It attacks again, but I gracefully roll out of its way. This keeps on going on for five more minutes until the opportune moment to attack appears. As it turns to face me, I somersault away and spring up on my light feet and land on its back. At first it tries to buck me off and I hang on for dear life. A fall from this, would leave me seriously injured. Then, I grab the dummy by the neck and twist. Before the dummy starts to fall. I leap from its back and land gracefully on my feet.

I take a bow for an imaginary audience. I'm shocked as I hear applauding from a corner. Peeking out from behind another dummy is the girl from District Nine, Starr Lynan.

"Nice going. I knew you had some talent. So is that your strategy? Pulling a Johanna Mason?" She asks me. About sixty years ago, a girl from Seven, Johanna Mason won the games by pretending to be weak and took the careers by surprise. In the twenty or so years following that, so many tributes tried to copy that it was hard to tell who was good and who wasn't. One year, year eighty, there were no volunteers because every single tribute decided to pull a Johanna. I decided to use that strategy since no one wanted to do it after that incident.

"Yeah, that is my plan," I say, revealing my strategy, "Please promise me you'll keep it a secret." I cross my fingers, hoping she'll promise. If she doesn't, I could be in big troible with the careers.

"It's all right. I'll keep it. We all have secrets," Starr says elusively. Before I can thank her, she slips away into the darkness.

I ponder about her last comment, we all have secrets. I know that she must be hiding something, but what. Whatever, it's none of my business. Covering up the evidence of my brawl with the dummy as best I can, I run out of the Training Centre to my room.

A/N

Double Update! No new announcements, since I covered everything in the last AN. Here's the trivia.

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