Training day two during lunch

District three's Zap "Tharizdun" Philistone's POV

While most of the others were sitting by themselves or in small groups, I was never alone, or in a small group. Because I was always surrounded by these bastard peacekeepers. Five of them. I was going to kill those girls anyway, why'd it matter if it was now or later? I looked around the room to see who'd be my first. There were six that I really wanted, the rest were too old for my liking. I felt something tap on the back of my head, probably a peacekeeper weapon.

"What are you looking at?" I heard one peacekeeper asked.

"What do you think?" I told him knowing what he was thinking, it was obvious.

"Fuck, is that all you think about?" The peacekeeper sighed and snarled "raping and killing little girls!?" No, I also think about killing you. I mean, what little else could I think about? I couldn't eat because of this blasted mask. I couldn't kill with you people around. I couldn't wait to get into the arena where I could have the freedom to kill those lovely girls and do what I want. In there, there was nothing that could stop me.

"What's your favorite body part?" I asked him.

"What?" He asked surprised

"What's your favorite body part, body part, body part, body part?"

"Why are you asking me this?" The peacekeeper asked confused. He was confused, so I told him

"I want to know which body part to cut off her." I said pointing to a girl with a girl with black curls with the number eight on her back. I felt something slam the back of my head. It sounded like it would hurt. But it didn't hurt, nothing hurt me.

"Fuck you!" A man shouted "I hope you die in the bloodbath!" You would hope, everyone hoped that. But you don't always get what you want, unless you make it happen. Like I do. Like I did.

*After lunch*

District five's Alexander Natas's POV

I felt someone run into me and almost knock me on my back. God! Watch where you're going! For fucks sake, how hard is it to run into a person! I looked down to see a little thirteen year old boy looking up at me with fear in his eyes. Yeah, that's right, fear me, because I could kill you right here and now little boy.

"I'm sorry." He said full of fear "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going and I got distracted by my ally who I was talking to, I'm sorry that I ran into you, I just didn't see you." You talk too much kid, cutting off your tongue should take care of that.

"It's all right kid." I said reaching out to him, offering my hand to help him up. He looked at my hand for a couple seconds before accepting it. I helped him to his feet and smiled at him "don't run so fast next time." All in good nature, until someone losses their legs.

"Thanks." He said happily to me, mostly from relief, before running off with the twelve year old from three. Both so small, so weak, so helpless. They wouldn't put up much of a fight in the arena. I then walked over to my favorite weapon station, knives. They weren't the best choice weapons of the arena, but they could do so much. Stab, slash, scalp, fella, and more. I tried every weapon there was to offer in this training center, but none of them made as much of an impression on my as a knife. I went over to the training station and picked up a survival knife. I felt the weight of the knife in my hand and held it in my right hand loving the feel of it. I walked over to a training dummy and stabbed it repeatedly in the stomach before slashing its neck a few times and kicked it down. It landed with a thud and I was pleased with the work that I did. I turned back to select a different knife when I saw a girl around my age at the knife station. Hmmm, interesting, not a lot of people came near here because of the guy from three. And surprisingly, she wasn't here for the knives. I saw that she was talking to one of the five peacekeepers that were constantly around the district three giant. The district eight girl, December her name was, but she called herself Ember. She was talking to the oldest peacekeeper who looked around fifty years old or something. I listened in to their conversation.

"I still can't believe it's you." I heard her say to the old peacekeeper. The two of them then walked away from the district three male and the other peacekeepers before continuing their conversation. I returned the knife I was holding to where it was before I got it and got close to them. Not too close though, I was still at the knife section, but I could hear what those two were talking about.

"I can't believe it's you as well." The old peacekeeper said as he hugged the girl from eight. "December Juliet Varen, you've grown up a lot since I moved." They then broke apart before the girl December asked

"Why are you here? I mean, why now?" I heard the old man sigh and look at the district three male. I heard he was a psychopath, a monster, the worst that anyone could be. "Bad luck I guess."

"It has to be more then bad luck." The girl said to the peacekeeper, who I thought had some deep connection to the district eight girl. "It's just too perfect, you were there, I was home, now we're both here. Do you think that capital did this? Or do you think those up there want to punish us?" When she said up there, she pointed to the sky. Up to where god was. God, if there was anyone he was punishing it was me. He made my life a living hell. Making me what I was and taking my parents away from me.

"I don't know what made it happen," the peacekeeper told her "but we're here now, and there's nothing we can do about it." I then saw her crying, what was she crying about?

"I hate it here," She told him "I hate training to kill, I hate having to watch other kids kill, I just hate these games." She then looked at the peacekeeper in the face and asked "why did we have to meet this way father?" Father? This guy was her dad? Talk about horrible timing. She's going to the games, and he gets to see her go off into them.

"I don't know." He answered sadly "I don't know." They then made more small talk before they hugged one last time and the girl went away crying while the dad came back to his group of peacekeepers. I walked over to him before saying

"Nice girl isn't she?" I asked him. He looked at me with both anger and surprise.

"What do you want?" He asked not so nicely

"I just want to say I'm sorry," I told him "I mean, the timing of this, to see someone you love in this situation. I mean, it must suck, ." A look of shock then formed on his face

"How do you know my name?" He asked suspiciously and scared. I gave a little laugh before answering him

"You weren't exactly giving yourself a low profile when you were talking to your little girl over there." I then saw the words register on the other peacekeepers faces, they were shocked to hear that as well, but not as shocked as the December's father. "Oh," I said looking at the other peacekeepers "you didn't know?" From their looks, they didn't.

"He's got a daughter?" A deep, evil voice asked. I looked ahead of the peacekeepers and saw that the giant from three was now standing up and looking in my direction. He was the tallest person I had ever seen, he was well over six feet tall. He was also muscular. He also had a face muzzle on his face for whatever reason it was for him having it on. I looked up to him and smiled

"Yeah, this guy here has a daughter that's a tribute in the games." I told him while pointing to . "She's the pretty little girl over there." I said pointing to December who was working on editable foods.

"Bastards," snarled "both of you." Worried for his daughter, just like any father would be. But there was something that he probably knew as well, something that all of us knew about.

"How old is she?" The giant asked looking over at her.

"Fifteen I believe." I told him. I then felt as if he was smiling, smiling in a cheerful way. That might have scared some other kids, but not me.

"You fucks." snarled at us again "you leave my daughter alone." Threatening us was he? What did he think he was? He can't stop anyone from hurting his little girl in the games. He turned to me and looked at me angrily "I've seen you around albino, you act all nice on the outside, but I know that inside, you're like him." He said pointing to the giant from three. I then started to laugh. He was right, I acted all nice to the other tributes to make them not worry about me. The only tribute that knew about my true nature was Valerie. Now he knew.

"Ok," I told him "you want to know my true nature fine. Let me tell you a story of three bears, you know what bears are, don't you ?"

"Yeah, I do." He answered still looking at me intensely

"Good." I told him unfazed by his stare "so, there are three bears, a father bear, a mother bear, and a little girly bear. Now, papa bear finds that his little baby bear i all had grown and can't believe it's her. They then spend some time with each other, catch up and all that. But before he knows it, baby bear is being hunted."

"Yeah, by hunters who trap her in a cage." He snarled angrily at me. So he got the symbolization of the three bears, he even added in the hunters, which I was going to add.

"Actually, no." I explained to him. He was half right, but still wrong. "You see, papa bear is really the one who gets caught in a bear trap and has to watch his little baby bear get attacked by the hunters."

"No!" He shouted "She's helplessly trapped in a cage with people trying to kill her, how as I the one trapped!?" I smiled at him

"Because papa bear, your little baby bear is helpless before your very eyes. And there's nothing you can do about it. Because wither it's this hunter," I said pointing to myself "or that hunter," I said pointing to the giant "or any other hunter here," I said spinning my arms while pointing in the general direction of every tribute in the room "one of is going to kill baby bear, and maybe wear her pelt as a trophy." That didn't seem like such a bad idea now that I thought about it.

"No," said to me full of anger "I take back what I said before, you two aren't alike, he kills for himself, he's a psychopath. But you," he said pointing to me "your a sadist, a sadistic sociopath. I don't know which is worse." I don't even know what sociopath means.

"Whatever." I told him as I turned my back and walked away from him and his group of peacekeepers.

District one's Lynsa Fylar's POV

Griffin had taken that Aerin's rejection kind of far. He was beating some training dummies beyond repair with a mace, in fact, if you didn't know that it was a training dummy, you wouldn't even know what it was before, it looked like a giant pile of stuffing. He was scaring the other tributes near us, but I wasn't about to ask him to stop, I'd seen him at school while he was enraged, you try to stop him and things wouldn't end up well for one or both of you.

"Spazz much isn't he." Howl said to nobody in particular. It didn't sound like a question.

"Is he like this often?" I heard Eva asked me looking at Griffin beating yet another training dummy with a heavy mace.

"Only when you make him mad." I told her. It was a while, but Griffin finally looked like he calmed down enough to start being civilized again. Griffin was breathing heavily from swinging a mace up and down, left and right, for almost five minutes. For five minutes, he silently beat the training dummies beyond repair.

"Oh look," Howl announced "its calm again." Then Griffin punched a training dummy in it's face so hard that the head flew off. Everyone in the career pack seemed to follow the head as it sailed through the air and landed on the ground with a soft, but not quiet, thud. The head rolled a couple feet before stopping.

"Are those training dummies realistic?" Arrowe asked us looking at the training dummy head, then to the training dummy.

"No." All the careers except Griffin answered at the same time. He was probably worried that if he got hit by Griffin, his head would fly off like a ball in a basket. But thankfully, if you got hit in the head by Griffin, your head wouldn't fly off your neck. Though you'd probably be able to do little to stop what came next. Griffin then took his place beside me. At least he was calm enough now to be civilized.

"Ok," Eva said to us "now for the final plan, though I'm not sure it's the best idea." We all knew where this was going, the last part of our training room strategy, the one that we did, but also didn't, want to do. We had been discussing wither we should have the district three male on our team for the past two days. His size and build was beyond even Griffin, but the only weapon he seemed to know about were the knives, and that was the only station that he went to, in fact, he stayed there the whole time. Other then that, he seemed insane. Mentally, unstably, no doubt about it, insane. I overheard the district three girl once say to her ally, the boy from ten, that he had killed twenty seven girls and burned his house down, with his parents and siblings inside. And what's more, I just couldn't get over the fact that five peacekeepers had to constantly be with him as well as him wearing a face muzzle to prevent him from doing something to everyone else.

"I though we decided this an hour ago," Lucifer reminded us "we take him, and if he causes trouble, there's seven of us and one of him, with weapons." Yeah, that was our plan, take him, and if he's trouble, kill him, just like that. And what did Griffin tell us? Better to have him as an ally then an enemy? Well, I don't think you should have enemies that too close to you.

"So who's going to ask him?" Eva asked "not I."

"Not I." The rest of the careers, including me, shouted. I sure didn't want to go near him, not with what I heard about him.

"You, new guy," Lucifer said pointing to Arrowe "get over there and ask him."

"No way, why should I ask him?" Arrowe said clearly not liking the idea "I don't want to lose my head, you ask him."

"No way, I did my job provoking district seven." Lucifer then looked at Griffin "you big guy, you go ask him." Griffin seemed like the best choice, he was the biggest and the strongest one among us.

"Fine." He said looking at all of us while saying the next words "someone come with me." Shoney and Howl then followed behind him as they went towards the knife station.

"You think that those three will be enough is something goes wrong?" Eva asked looking at the three careers going towards the insane psychopath. "I mean, look at the size of Howl, and at the reapings, it took over five peacekeepers to bring that guy down." She was right, remembering the district three reapings, it took more then five peacekeepers, plus the help of some common people to force that guy down. "All of you, follow me." Eva commanded. Everyone must have been thinking the same thing, because everybody in the career pack was now at the knife training station.

"Sure, I'll join." The district three male answered just as Eva, Lucifer, Arrowe and I arrived. Seeing him up close, he was even scarier then he was in the reapings, but I didn't want to show that I was sacred, so I just stood there normally. Not showing any emotion. "After all, this could be the best thing for me, for me, for me, for me." Were we really going to be alright with this guy around us?

A/N: Ok, training day two, part two is over. Lunch on training day three is up next followed by the private sessions.

So what'd you guys think? Good? Bad? Ok? Advice always helps.

There's a reason I choose Alexander to talk about bears. If you can say why I choose bears, I'll give you a virtual cookie or something.

Alliances:

Career pack: Griffin, Lynsa, Lucifer, Helena/Howl, Shoney, Evaline/Eva, Arrowe, Zap/Tharizdun

Tribute pack 1: Sami, Angel, Aerin

Tribute pack 2: Nessa, Max

Tribute pack 3: Rayne, Life

Loners: Alexander, Valerie, Ricky, Bo, Dav, December/Ember, Talliana, Colin, Evanlyn/Eve.