A/N: Hello and welcome back to 'The Others'. I would first like to thank everyone who read chapter 1. I would especially like to thank 'boy45' for reviewing and pointing out that I didn't specify what district Tyrant was from. I will be sure to add that in somewhere in all future chapters.

Chapter 2: Dias

The night was cold in district 10. Wind whipped through the fields, blowing the grass in many directions. Dias Agora came to a slow stop on his horse, Buck. His dark eyes looked off into the distance, past the fields and into the victors village. The place he now calls home.

His hands gripped the reigns before riding off again, his thoughts drifting off to his games. Its been a month since he returned from the Capitol. A month since he emerged from the arena victorious. Of course he didn't come out unscathed. He brought back both physical and mental damage. The physical damage was easily repairable...not so much can be said for the mental. The arena had been a nightmare for him. The arena floor was plain white, as well as the walls. That soon changed as the blood began to flow.

Dias had gotten his hands on a large knife. He didn't kill in the bloodbath, he ran as soon as the blade was in his hands. It wasn't until an hour later that he ran into the boy from 12 who was the same age as him at 16. Dias thought back to the last words his mother told him, 'Do whatever it takes to come home'. So he did. He killed the boy who was just trying to survive.

Dias slowed down on Buck, his mind back to the present. He jumped off and led Buck to the stables that he had built behind his house. "See you tomorrow boy" Dias said softly and stroked Buck's nose.

He walked away and entered his house though the back. He was met by his mother was was cooking some stew and she smiled at her son. Dias went straight to his room and collapsed onto his bed, sleep drawing him back into the world of nightmares.

Highlights: The boy from 12 was Dias' one and only kill in the games. The boy still haunts Dias every time he closes his eyes. A few hours later the final gun shot sounded while Dias was wondering the arena. The male tribute from 4 had killed the female from 5, but he had gotten a sever knife wound and bled out.

Dias broke down and cried as he was taken from the arena. He has never cried so much in his life. He was still not sure if they were tears of joy or sadness. He returned home to a cheering district, but all he felt was numb. He hadn't returned home, not properly. Part of him was still in the arena.

A/N: Here was have our second victor. What do you guys think? Leave your thoughts of Dias and any suggestions in a review.