A/N: Don't be alarmed by the change of my username. I was darkwolf127 if any of you are confused.

District 3's Nessa Christine Johnston's POV

Here I stood in this train which was even more beautiful then even the justice building, which was the best looking building in the district, it was breathtaking. The silver coloured walls, the clear glass tables with gold frames, the shiny glass windows that gave the perfect view outside. It was a wonderful sight. And to make it better, there was a huge table filled with food and drinks that I've never even seen before. As soon as I saw the food in front of me I couldn't help but start eating it. Oh god, this food was so good it was unbelievable. I just wanted to stuff myself on all this food. As much as I wanted to just eat with my hands and eat as fast as I could, I remained civilized and ate with a fork and knife. But even so, I still ate too fast and occasionally chocked on a piece of meat or a chunk of fruit and had to hack it out of my throat. But as soon as that was over, I forgot all about it and started eating again.

"At least your acting civilized." My half green half red haired escort told me before turning to the giant surrounded by five active peacekeepers in white. "Unlike someone." I looked towards Tharizdun, or as he was better known as, the collector, and saw him trying to eat soft food by forcefully sliding it through his metal face muzzle. He was still restrained by the straightjacket he was wearing and was still blindfolded, so looking at him eat would have been funny, if it weren't him. This person had a confirmed count of killing twenty seven girls in the district. But he wouldn't kill them at first, I heard that he kidnapped them before raping them, then he chooses a body part from her, rips it off of her, then rips her throat out. The only reason he was caught was because his last victim, victim number twenty eight, escaped and told the peacekeepers. He was then thrown into solitary confinement. I would be happy that he got thrown into the games, if only I wasn't in the arena with him. I was a girl, and I was within his twelve to fifteen year old limit. For all I knew, he could do the same to me, I could be confirmed victim number twenty eight. But that wouldn't happen, no, I was going to stay as far away from him as possible in the arena. And here in the train, he was surrounded by peacekeepers, he couldn't hurt me with them around even if he wanted to. The sight of him savagely trying to eat made my appetite fall and I placed my plate down on my lap. Maybe I'd eat later when my appetite comes back.

"Who's that?" I heard his voice say through his metal muzzle making his voice sound even more evil then it already was. "I don't think I've heard that voice before."

"That's your escort." A young peacekeeper told him in a not so nice manner. Some how, I don't think they'll ever be nice to him. And why would they?

"Can I see her?" The collector asked "I want to see her, want to see her, want to see her, want to see her." Why did he repeat words like that? Was it because he wasn't totally sane?

"No." The young peacekeeper told him harshly. Good, he wouldn't be able to see me as well.

"Well then," the collector asked "can you at least remove this annoying muzzle of yours so I can eat?" I could tell that he was smiling behind the muzzle from the way he was talking. But why was he smiling? There was no reason to smile. Was there?

"So you can eat?" The young peacekeeper laughed "eat what? The food or us?" What was so funny about that? "You're not fooling us Zap." I then saw the giant leap to his feet to face the general direction of the young peacekeeper that spoke to him.

"My name is Tharizdun you dumb ass!" He shouted. The young peacekeeper backed away, only for the other four to take his place ready to attack at a moments notice. Even though there was four of them, the collector easily towered over all them. Making him look scarier then he already was. Why did I have to be with him? Or all people, why him? At least those peacekeepers kept him in place.

"Sit down!" An older peacekeeper ordered before all five peacekeepers forcefully shoved him back down into his seat. I started to start eating again to stop my hands from shacking. Being hyper and scared wasn't a good combination. But at least I wasn't the collector right now. Heh, at I could eat and not be pushed around, unlike him. I was in a good spot right now. Unlike him.

"Do any of you people want to see the reapings?" Our escort asked us. Even though it was more nice then before, I could still hear an edge in her voice. "I certainly do, I wonder what what the others had to go through and what kind of tributes they picked."

"Does it really matter?" Ampf Tressel, our male mentor asked. He won nine years ago making him the winner of the one hundred and thirtieth hunger games. He was only twenty six, but he looked older, he looked around thirty six.

"Guess not," Our escort answered before turning on the T.V with a silver remote. On screen, a bunch of options appeared. Our escort then quickly flickered though the options until she got to the replay of the reapings. As the capital seal appeared on screen, I heard our escort say "take that blind fold off that young man's face." She was talking about the collector's face wasn't she. He was the only one blind folded.

"No." The young peacekeeper told her "we're not removing his blindfold." I looked over to see our escort glare angrily at the young peacekeeper.

"Did you not hear me?" She asked harshly "I told you to remove that blind fold."

"Miss," the young peacekeeper answered in a way that he was trying to tell her something important "not yet, this guy can't-"

"Are you questioning me?" She growled "I told you to remove his blind fold and I expect you to do just that." She then added "do you want me to get you fired for disobeying me?" The young peacekeeper looked worried as he looked at his comrades for support. They all looked like they didn't like it, but they didn't speak up, which said a lot. "So," our escort said in her superior tone "which is it? Your job or that blind fold?" With no choice, the young peacekeeper walked over to the collector and quickly ripped the blindfold off his face. I then saw the collector exhale a breath of pleasure before slowly looking around the train.

"So this is where I've been the entire time." He said evilly. I then saw his face start to turn towards me. I wanted to hide under the table before he caught a glance at me, but my body was frozen with fear. All of a sudden, I felt his sharp, evil, dark green eyes look at me. Fear ran through me as he looked at me with those cold, murderous eyes. "Hi there," he said to me "we're going to have fun, the two of us."

"No, you won't." The young peacekeeper told him as I heard loud cheering on the T.V. With those peacekeepers around, I'm safe from him, at least, for now.

I turned my face to the T.V and took some mental notes on the tributes we were going to face. In district one, there were two volunteers, a tall, muscular boy wearing a jewel encrusted suit and a beautiful blond haired girl. The boy looked strong, but the girl didn't. In district two, brutal fighting erupted for the volunteers. I was shocked when I saw the district two tribute, a small girl that looked my age. She had volunteered. Most twelve year olds try to stay away from the games, but she leapt right in. Why would she do that? She was like me. This, Howl Draconix, what was going through her mind? The male tribute looked more career like then her with a muscular look. Then came our reapings. Me trying to cover up my sadness, but it quickly falling apart. Then came the collector who's anger could be seen clearly. Then came district four. It had one reaped girl and one volunteer. The reaped girl was like me, she tried to cover up her feelings, but failed. In district five, there was a girl who acted like a spoiled brat and a boy who was hatted throughout his district. Guessing from his red eyes and white hair, I'd guess he was an Albino, someone with a mutation. It all flew by until I reached district seven, when our escort said that district seven had a couple of crybabies reaped. I then saw that the boy and girl were crying on stage. How much I wanted to do that on stage.

I tuned out until someone called out I volunteer. I turned back to reality because I was interested. We were passed the career districts, who'd volunteer? The boy confidently announced his name, Arrowe Winter. What was he thinking?

In district ten, there was a thirteen year old boy who cried and said that he didn't want to go while the girl vomited on stage. Our escort made rude comments on the tributes before it moved on to district eleven, which I turned out of. I didn't get back into it until I heard people groaning. I then saw that the district twelve escort had gotten hit in the face with a hard object and her nose was bleeding. I didn't watch the rest until the reaping were over.

"So," Our escort asked looking at me "what do you think?"

"Some of them are, interesting." I told her. And it was true, some of them were interesting. But the ones that stood out to me were the district two girl, the collector, the district seven tributes, the district nine male, and the thirteen year old boy from ten.

"What do you think?" The escort asked the collector.

"I think there are some lovely girls in there." He laughed "I want them, I want them, I want them." I had a bad feeling about this.

District 1's Griffin Holloway's POV

"What tributes should we get for our alliance?" My district partner asked me. What a stupid question to ask, she should know how this works.

"The usual." I told her. That meant the tributes from our district plus two and four. That's how it usually is, although some of them do go astra, and sometimes tributes from other districts join if they prove themselves worthy enough.

"Yeah, I knew that," Lynsa said like I didn't know better, which annoyed me "I meant anyone besides our normal career buddies." Hmmm, that was a thought. There was that guy from three. Apparently he was so dangerous, that they had to place him in a straightjacket, blind fold him, and place a face muzzle on him. He could be useful. On the other hand, I wasn't sure about the girl from two and the girl from four. Two was only twelve, and four was reaped. We couldn't have anyone slow us down and be a burden. And then there was the district nine volunteer. He might have something up his sleeve that could prove useful, after all, he did volunteer. The rest of the non-careers looked like losers.

"The district three male and the district nine male." I told her. They might be of use to us.

"I don't know about three," she said worryingly "it took over five peacekeepers to put him down, and he doesn't look like the most sane person, do you really think that's a good idea?"

"We'll see." I told her. If in fact it did turn out to be a bad idea, we could just stab him in the back. Those peacekeepers didn't have lethal weapons, so they couldn't really kill him, even if they wanted to. But in the arena, we could put him down permanently if he became a problem.

"Yeah, in the mean time, we'll check out the district nine boy, we'll see how he is in training, then we'll make our decision." My thoughts exactly. I nodded my head to show her that. "I'm also thinking of the district eleven male, he looks strong enough to handle himself." Well strength isn't everything. To survive in the games, you had to have a plan to back it up as well. That was what made my older brother Dragon die. He thought that he could win with skill alone. I wasn't going to make that mistake. I was going to plan this all out from moment we made our alliance. I'd see their strengths and weaknesses, see who'd be the biggest threat and who'd be the smallest threat. Then in the arena, I'd form a plan using the environment. With both my skills and my plans, I'd be more then a match for any tribute in the arena.

"Try to check out the other tributes as well," our female mentor, Aphrodite Amari, told us. "Some of them might be hiding something. Those district sevens may seem like crybabies now, but what if they're hiding behind make emotions? District seven does have almost career like tributes." Those two criers, career like? Don't make me laugh. But she had a point, they might be hiding behind fake emotions to draw in sympathetic sponsors. Or they might just want to be left alone until there are only a few of us left then kill us all. Tributes have done that before.

"I don't know Aphrodite," Lynsa sighed "they might be, but, let's further this conversation when we meet two and four in the training center. Then we can see what the other tributes are capable of."

"Sounds good." I told her while grabbing a bottle of clear fizzy liquid. In the training center, we'd see how well the other tributes preform, then we'd make our pack from there.

A/N: From now until the games, I'll try and get every tribute to have a POV, even the blood bath ones.

Well I'm glad that people liked the last chapter. Hmmm, almost no criticism, I must be going in the right direction.

You know, I should probably PM you all, but for now, I'll just do this.

To Fiddlegirl: I don't want to start a big fight about this, but, yeah you do, you can put periods at the end of dialogue.

To MyDarkTribute: Yeah, sorry if it seemed that way to you, but, I tried.

To Charlie3Cato: thanks.

To Max Albina: Yeah, some of them are sad. But do you really want tributes like Tharizdun or Alexander to win? (no offense to you Max or you hublub or you MyDarkTribute. It's just that they're so, evil.)

To thgultimatefan19: thanks.

To Courtney DiLaurentis: sorry that I didn't do much for Colin, but thanks. I put a lot more effort into Angel then Colin (obviously.)

To window16: thanks

To Callilily: I was lazy, after writing 23 other tributes, I didn't feel like doing his. Your welcome. I put more into her's then his (obviously.)

If any of you haven't voted on the poll, vote now, its coming down after the next chapter (most likely) and I'm pretty sure I know which is going to win.

Constructive criticism welcome.

And if any of you are wondering why I changed my username (I doubt anyone is but I'm still saying it anyway.) I feel as if I've outgrown that name.