A/N:

I just wanted to say that I'm super sorry that I haven't been updating much. I did that for 2 reasons. 1) I've been super busy which seems to be every author's excuse. 2) This chapter was really hard to write because at the end, someone most of you know comes in to Enobaria's life and I wanted to do him justice. He seems changed, and I think that's mostly because of a certain girl who played with fire. (Hint Hint) Any way, enjoy the chapter. I'll try to start writing Brutus' chapter tomorrow and get it updated by next Sunday.

Oh, and the next Victor after Brutus will be Wiress from District 3. I already know my story for her (and actually most of it is already written because I've had Wiress' story written for a while, but I'm gonna tweak it a bit) but I want your opinion on which viewpoint her story will be told from!

Chapter Three - Enobaria Truskett

"Well you're certainly fast, Enobaria. I'm sure that'll get you somewhere in the arena." says Lyme.

We're all gathered in the main car on the train, watching the recaps. District 2 was just shown, and everyone who hadn't already seen it saw how I raced towards the stage, eager to proclaim myself as tribute. I felt such joy and pride for my district in that moment when Clavius grabbed my arm from the crowd of girls forming at the stage. I knew I was going to win. And I still know that now. I don't want to win just because I see winning the Hunger Games as an honor. I want to win to show the Capitol that even they can't control their biggest supporters.

"She may be fast but she isn't strong. Look at me. I pulled myself up onstage. I made it known that I was going to be tribute. I didn't even try to get Clavius' approval." says my district counterpart, Merrick.

"And all the while being extremely rude and ignorant to protocol." mutters Clavius under his breath.

"Hush. That doesn't matter. Doesn't matter how you were chosen. Just matters that we get one of you out alive. Now , Lyme I want to take the boy. You get Enobaria. If you want to switch though, I'm all ears." says Brutus, our male mentor.

"No. That arrangement works fine for me." says Lyme.

"Boy. Get up. Let's go." says Brutus, motioning to Merrick.

"It's Merrick." he says.

"I'll care once you win. Now come on, get up." Thenner says.

They leave and Lyme gets up from her stool by the window and crosses to me. She sits and says

"Can you win?"

"Excuse me?"

"Can you win?" she repeats.

"Ummm yeah I can." I say.

"Okay. Well now that we know that you aren't confident in winning we'll get down to the basics." she says. "What are you good with?"

I'm so stunned by her comment that I struggle to come up with a response.

"I uhhhh I'm good with combat and good with a sword." I say.

"Okay. I can work with that. Practice your sword during training. Show them you're good with it. But don't do any hand to hand. Leave that for your private session with the Gamemakers. And in the arena, use combat as a last resort sort of thing." she says.

"Okay."

"Anything else? Weaknesses?" she asks.

"None?" I say.

"Okay so you have weaknesses. I'll try and figure them out but it'd be a lot better if you knew what they were and could just tell me." she says and gets up and walks out.

I sit there stunned. Lyme was nothing like I had imagined. This whole "winning" thing could be a lot harder than I thought.

"Close your mouth honey. No use looking like a fish. You aren't District 4 you know." Clavius says while filing his nails.

I shut my mouth, embarrassed. I had forgotten he was there.

"She may be blunt but she's right. She did win this thing. She knows what'll happen, or at least has a good idea of it." he says.

"I know but…" I try to say, but Clavius cuts me off.

"No buts. Just listen and you might win this thing. Goodness knows you couldn't do it by yourself." he says walking towards the door.

I whip my head around at that comment but he's gone. "I'll show him". I think. "I'll show them all that I can win this."

One Week Later

I dart off my pedestal as soon as the gong sounds the beginning of the 62nd Hunger Games. I run towards the Cornucopia. I grab the sword and turn around. The first body that greets my eyes is the small 15 year old boy from 8 who stupidly ran up to the Cornucopia thinking he could get something and survive. I stab my sword through his heart and he drops. I circle the Cornucopia, fighting anyone who isn't my ally, anyone who is in my way. When I come back around, I see the girl from 6 fighting Merrick and unfortunately for him, he's losing. I pause, debating if I should help or not. I could tear her from limb to limb in seconds and then I'd have Merrick, but he's dead weight to me. He has no use to me or my alliance. I glance over to Thisbe, my ally from 4 and see that she's watching Merrick and the girl from 6 as well. She glances at me and shakes her head. I know not to go help him, so I busy myself by taking care of the scared girl from 12 who still hasn't even left her pedestal.

A few hours later, the fighting ceases and what's left of my alliance and I make our way over to a large tree. It's desperately hot out as the Gamemakers decided to make our arena a hot grassy type of desert. A savannah I think they called it in school. The open plains surrounding the Cornucopia are huge and filled with very tall grass that goes almost up to my stomach. On my left, there's a small woodsy area, no doubt filled with stupid tributes that just wanted to get out of the bloodbath. We'll go there tonight and look for out next victims, I decide and announce this to my alliance which now consists of Ember and Malston from 1, myself, and Thisbe from 4. We lost Merrick and Clarkson from 4 during the bloodbath, but they were both dead weight. After I finish, we begin to discuss who all we think has died, when the canons sound.

"I heard 8." says Thisbe.

"I thought I heard 9." says Malston.

"Well whatever it is, they're dead so it doesn't matter now. We just need to focus on getting some more." I say and stand, heading to the small forest at the edge of the grassy plain.

The others follow me and we spend the rest of the afternoon killing 2 other tributes. When we arrive back at the Cornucopia just before the anthem plays, we're tired but satisfied. Ten faces show up in the sky and Thisbe turns to Malston with a triumphant look on her face.

We settle into sleep with Ember taking the first watch. Around 4 in the morning she wakes me for my turn. I stare out into the darkness of the arena wondering how long it will take for me to get out of here. Around 5 I notice a small rustling near the edge of the small forest. It's small but still noticeable. I stand and walk closer but I don't seem anything.

"I don't think there's anything there Enobaria." whispers Ember.

"Ember! What the heck? You scared me." I whisper back enraged.

"Sorry. The rustling woke me too. But I don't think its anything. If it is, it'll come out again." she says.

She walks back and I turn to follow but not before glancing around one more time.

We get back to the Cornucopia and Ember goes back to sleep. It's still my turn to watch so I sit back in my old spot. Morning arrives and we eat some breakfast provided from the food from the Cornucopia.

The day goes on particularly slow. The others don't feel like hunting so we stay by the Cornucopia all day, though my hands are itching to kill some more. We travel around the grassy plain, killing some antelope and zebra that cross through our path.

Three days pass and we've busied ourselves by taking our one more tribute; the boy from 12. How he even stayed alive so long I'll never know as he was the scrawniest child I've ever seen. 12 must really suck in terms of food. I bet the food he ate in the arena was probably more than he ever got in 12.

One week into the Games and we've taken down only one other tribute since the boy from 12. He was a simple kill really. We found him on the other side of the river early one morning. He was trying to get fresh water but Thisbe got him down so fast I doubt he had time to raise the water to his lips.

On day 13 of the 62nd Hunger Games, I take all of our canteens down to the small river and fill them up with water and when I return I find my alliance gone. I glance around and notice that another sponsor's gift has come while I was gone. I pick it up and read the note "Enjoy your new toy". I guess someone else got a new weapon and they all went to go try it out. I turn the note over and see that someone has written "We'll be back soon. You keep watch" on the note in berry juice.

"What the heck?" I say out loud.

"Why would they leave me? They wouldn't do that. Especially since I had their water. They wouldn't leave without water. Unless….." I think….as my mind drifts over to the unexplainable creature I saw last night. I drop the note and grab my sword and begin running towards the area where I last saw the mysterious creature.

I reach the edge of the forest and look around. I don't see any signs of struggle or any signs of recent inhabitance. "Where in the world are.." I think before I feel a sharp pain in my left arm. I turn and see no one. I pull out the painful object to see a dart. I turn it over in my hands but I don't notice anything abnormal about it. I drop it and walk a bit further into the small forest. I'm about twenty meters in when I feel another sharp pain coming from my left arm. I quickly yank it out but I stumble and fall against a nearby tree for support. I try to stand up but I loose my balance again. I give up and lean against the base of the tree. I look up and see three bodies walking towards me. At least, I think it's three bodies. It might be four but I'm not sure. They're coming closer and I can't tell who they are. More of the sharp pain enters my legs and my eyes close and I black out.

I wake to the sound of a canon and the low buzz of a hovercraft coming to retrieve the recently deceased. It's pitch black so it must be around midnight. I can't see anything. I try to feel around where I am and decide that I must still be in the forest based on the large amounts of sticks and leaves beneath my hands. I try to get up but I'm still a bit woozy from whatever knocked me out. I can't really remember anything except 3 or maybe 4 bodies walking towards me. I try to concentrate and remember but after 5 minutes I throw my hands up in frustration.

"Crap. You weren't supposed to wake up yet." says a rough voice.

I strain my head and try to see something, anything in the darkness but its pointless. I do know that the voice is coming closer because the volume is getting louder. The voice is still shouting profanities at me and repeatedly says "You weren't supposed to wake up yet."

I feel hands grab my arms and know that whatever was talking has gotten me now. I thrust my shoulders repeatedly trying to knock down the human, at least I think it's a human, but whoever it is keeps fighting back. I feel a body part brush against my mouth and bite down. The creature retreats and stands up next to me. I risk falling down again from dizziness and try to stand up. Fortunately, it seems all the poison or whatever it was has been working its way out of my system. I stand and push the other creature down hard.

"Huh. You obviously didn't get your full dosage." the voice says again.

I hear footsteps walking away. I feel the ground for my dropped sword, find it, and run after the footsteps. Whoever it was is really fast. As I chase after them, I notice that the arena seems to become less dark and more light. "Must want a real show where their precious tributes can see each other." I think. I run faster, trying to catch my next victim.

We chase for what seems like hours. Whoever it is keeps running but I can never seem to catch him or her. Suddenly I can't hear the footsteps anymore. I slow down and stop. I know whoever it is, is close to me. They must be watching. And waiting to pounce on me.

"I know you're here. Come out and show me who you are." I say.

A figure steps out from behind the trees.

"Surprised to see me 2?" she says.

"6. Huh, never would've guessed." I say and clap tauntingly.

"That's the thing about you Careers. You don't think anyone could ever beat you. You're so cocky and think you're the best, the Capitol's little favorites. Well, us from the other districts aren't so happy. We get sucked into this little trap every year and none of us really ever make it. So I thought 'Why not show them up this year? Huh, why not instead of a precious happy little victor, let's give them someone who'll stand up to them. Someone who'll show them exactly what the Capitol really does. Exactly who you and anyone in the Capitol really is.' So I decided to do it. And lemme tell ya- its been great. You see, I was invisible during training. Someone who'd never even be considered to win the Games but not someone who was so weak they'd get killed first. So I learned what I could, especially about poison and grabbed a decent score from the Gamemakers. When we got into the arena, I had my district partner grab me a dart gun from the Cornucopia. Unfortunately that night, he had a little "accident" with my dart gun while I was testing out the darts that were filled with poison. Oops. Oh well, anyway I've slowly been taking you out, one by one. And now you're the last one. I've gotta say I was right when I decided to save you for last. You've been very fun these past few hours. And it will be much more fun to watch you die." she says.

"Nice plan." I say. "Unfortunately for you, there is one small detail that needs to be changed."

"Oh really? And uh, what is it?" she says.

"I'm going to have way more fun watching YOU die." I say as I lunge with her.

I grab her shoulders and push her down to the ground. I kick her stomach with my knees repeatedly. I release my hands from her shoulders and start to choke her. I'm getting a tight grip on her. I can see the life draining from her eyes. I smile wickedly when all of a sudden I see a hand reaching up out of the corner of my eye. I release her throat briefly and grab the poisoned dart that was insider her hand.

"Not gonna work anymore 6. How 'bout you learn some new tricks." I say.

"Okay. How 'bout this one?" she says and she kicks me off of her with her left leg. I tumble down to the ground beside her. She climbs on me and pins me down.

"Looks like my story is ending exactly the way I want it to." she says and pulls out a knife.

"Not quite." I say. I jab my mouth up to her neck. My teeth are bared and sink into her throat. I bite down as hard as I can and when I finally release, my mouth is full of her flesh. I bite down again on the other side and triumphantly release once I hear the cannon sound.

20 Years Later

I'm standing on the stage as the rest of District 2 is beginning to wake up. I look around and see nothing proclaiming what today would've been. No prep teams decorating the stage. No Peacekeepers standing by the pens where the children would await hoping to be called to be a tribute. No ridiculous escort or a boring mayor giving a speech. Today would've been the Reaping for the 82nd Hunger Games had the Rebellion not ended them. I'm glad there are no more. There really shouldn't have been any Games in the first place. The Games were sadistic and sad really. Just another pathetic way that the Capitol owned us.

"Excuse me Miss. Looking for anything?"

I turn around and see a tall man standing behind me. He's wearing one of the new Peacekeeper uniforms. He has gray eyes with olive skin and brown hair. He looks to be in his early 40s.

"No. Just thinking." I say.

"You remember what today would've been too?"

I nod.

"It's a good thing that its not." I say.

"It is. Well, I should be going. Being the Head Peacekeeper of a District does not allow for a break from the job so… uhh it was nice talking to you…"

"Enobaria." I say.

"Enobaria. Wait as in Victor of the 62nd Games Enobaria? Or child of an obsessed Capitol fan Enobaria?"

"Victor of the 62nd Games Enobaria." I say coldly.

"Oh, you uhh got rid of your uhh.. teeth."

"Well, it wasn't my decision to get them in the first place. Another one of Snow's threats.. or as he said 'suggestions'."

"I see. You didn't get them by choice?" the tall man asks.

"No. After I won, so many people were crazy to uhh spend time with me, so Snow thought it would jack up my price. And it did. And after a few more drunken visits to the Capitol I had forgotten why I even volunteered in the first place."

"And why was that?"

"To show them that even their happiest of supporters were never really 'happy'".

"Well. Wouldn't have expected that from…. well you." he says.

"There's a lot you wouldn't expect about me." I say and turn to go.

"It seems so." he says.

"Well goodbye.. ummm…"

"Gale. Gale Hawthorne." he says.

"Gale. Goodbye Gale." I say and begin walking back home.

"Goodbye Enobaria." he says.