Rora Hitchens' POV

Today is the day. The day that all of the tributes would face the game makers and show of a skill that they have excelled in. I know that the score that I receive could make or break the games for me. If my score is too low, not only would I receive fewer sponsors, but I could put my place in the career pack in jeopardy. I sit in a hard plastic chair with the other tributes as we wait for our names to be called. No one dares to speak to each other, the tension is way to high. A bell dings and a name is spoken over the intercom,

"Aurora Hitchens," a cold computerized voice says. I'm not surprised, the District One females always go first.

I slowly rise from my chair and walk into the training centre. It's so empty with no one but me and the game makers in it.

I go over to the knife throwing area and pick up a silver dagger. I'm lucky, since I'm the first tribute, the game makers will be paying attention to me. However, I know that I can't say the same about Eleven or Twelve.

I can feel the pressure in the air, as I sense many sets of eyes on me as I lift my left arm and flick my wrist, letting the knife fly through the air.

However, the blade doesn't hit its target, it was close, but too far from the 'heart'. I hear snickering from the Gamemaker box as they see my missed attempt. I try again, this time aiming for the stomach. But, I felt so under pressure that I barely miss it. I take a deep breath and focus. I select one last knife and aim carefully for the heart. I flick my wrist, and the knife lodges into its target. That last shot probably saved me from having a too low score, but I'm anxious to see how I did. I walk out of the room as I hear the next name being called.

Marble Monarch's POV

"Marble Monarch," an electronic voice calls. I rise from my chair and enter the training centre. I see that the game makers are gathered in a room with a glass wall, giving them a view of the entire room. I know that I have to do well, in order to keep my place in the career pack. I have to impress the game makers to get a high score, and everyone knows that if someone has a low score, they won't get sponsors or win the games.

Throwing my shoulders back, I confidently strut over to the swords. I select the one that I have been practicing with the most, one with a bronze blade and gold hilt wrapped in black tape for a good grip. I flip a switch on the control board and the dummies around me begin to move, wielding spears and swords.

I duck under one attack as I stab another in the stomach. The next one comes at me and dodge its sword and with one swift motion, I take off its head. In mere moments, all ten dummies are laying on the ground, missing arms, legs and heads. But I wasn't done yet.

I speed walk over to the knives, where I could tell that Rora had trained. It was one of the only stations she could train at with her arm. I pick up a gold dagger and aim at the head of an automaton and throw. Of course, it hits its target and I move on to the next knife. This one is directed at the heart and it too reaches its bullseye. For the last throw, I aim for the stomach, an easy shot and it lodges there too. Taking a bow at the game makers, I victoriously exit the training centre for the last time, knowing that I have done well.

Scarlett Spears' POV

"Scarlett Spears."

My turn. It's great to be in the first few districts, since it's easier for the game makers to remember you, unlike the outer districts. I've been planning my act for the game makers all night and I hardly got a wink of sleep. When I wasn't planning what I would show the game makers, I was up all night training. I've been getting so good, I could shoot a narrow with my eyes closed. My plan was to shoot arrows and throw swords, a very difficult feat.

The Gamemakers are all assembled in their room above the Training Centre, each holding some sort of tablet. My escort, Lexius, never went anywhere without it. She showed it to me, one day. It was used to record information and watch the news and many fancy technological things that I would never understand. I'm assuming that they're using them to take notes on my performance.

Knowing that my time in here is limited, I don't hesitate going to the archery station. I pick of a lightweight silver bow and three arrows. I load the first one and draw the bow back so it's touching my cheek. I focus on the centre of the dummy and let go. The arrow hits its target, the center of the heart. I repeat loading another arrow, aiming for the same target. The arrow flies, splitting the previous one down the middle. I hear some gasps from the game makers and I know I have impressed them. I decide to take one last shot, but this time I close my eyes. I can tell that the game makers know what I'm doing as I sense them leaning in closer to see how I do. Hoping for the best, I let go, but keep my eyes closed, not wanting to see the result. I'm startled as a hear an applause.

I slowly open my eyes to find that I had once again, shattered the past arrow, hitting the same target for the third time in a row. For the first time in my life, I've felt like I've done something truly amazing. Before I can help myself, my tough facade fades and a grin lights up my face. Feeling light as a feather, I turn and leave.

Mace Tomahawk's POV

I can't believe it. Scarlett, the cold, tough girl, is smiling. Whatever happened inside that arena must have been great, in order for her to actually smile. That, or she's gone completely mental. I honestly don't care which. Whatever she did, I know that I am going to do better. Therefore, when I hear my name being called, I put on a confident grin and walk in. Without even glancing at the game makers, I go straight to the swords, not wasting my time.

I select the most extravagant one, with a diamond encrusted handle and a blade made from real silver. I set the dummies to the most difficult level and they begin to come at me. Swiftly, I dodge them all, first decapitating one, and them disarming another. One sword barely misses my shoulder, but I swing around, stabbing it in the stomach. I leap on top of one, and again decapitate. The next one loses an arm and the one after that loses both legs. When I'm finished, I am panting from exhaustion, but I know that I have impressed the game makers. I take a bow and leave, while the next tribute walks in.

Lacey Gage's POV

As I come into the Training Centre, I hear a few groans cone from the gamemakers. District Three is almost always a let down, in comparison to One and Two. However, I would prove them wrong. I am going to show the game makers something no tribute has ever shown before. The artistry of the Punjab Lasso is underrated and unusual, since the weapon is all but extinct. I mean, even the training centre which supposedly has all weapons imaginable, lacks a Punjab Lasso.

I head over to the knot tying station, which earns some snickers from the game makers, shocked that someone would show knot tying. Little did they know that I wasn't showing them knot tying.

I pull a large piece of red rope from a small box, and begin the knot that I have memorized. When I finish, I go over to the station next door, archery. I lift one of the automatons of of its pedestal. I flip a switch reading "defensive" as it begins to run away from me. However, I soon catch up. I leap above it and slide the lasso around its neck. I struggles for a second and then goes limp.

I gaze up to the game makers as they nod in approval. I know that they had never seen this before and I know that I have that on my side.

Edward Gear's POV

Finally, it's my turn. I'm going to show those game makers who's really the boss. I'll blow their minds with my skills. They won't even know what hit them. Those career peasants will tremble with fear when they find out that I've scored a twelve.

I confidently stride into the arena. What should I show the game makers? I'm superior in everything so it doesn't really matter. Swords, why not? I go over to the station and telling from the various bits of debris laying about, I'm not the first one to show swords. Ha! I'll do better than everyone who trained with swords combined.

Lets see. I want the coolest sword, since I'm the best. Which one, though? An emerald sword in the corner catches my eye. Perfect. I reach to lift it up, but I can't. It's too heavy. Perhaps I should have actually practiced with swords before I chose it as my specialty. Nah. I'll just try another one. This time, I go to a plainer iron one, but I still can't lift it. I try again and again with other swords. When I've finally lost hope and left the station to try with knives, my time is up. Yelling with frustration, I kick over an entire rack of knives, sending them sprawling everywhere. However, one of them cuts through my combat boots, sending a stinging pain up my foot. I try to hid my pain, but it doesn't work. Whatever, I think as I'm pushed out of the Training Centre by a Capitalite.

A/N

So I'll be doing the Gamemaker sessions in four chapters, three districts in each. The scores will be from a capital POV.

Who is in Alex and Natasha's gang back in District Ten?

Thanks!

Angelofmusic4ever

By the way, who watched Day of the Doctor or Catching Fire this weekend?