Thank you so much for sticking with me goddesslyndseylove, and I really appreciate your kind words. :)

Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, and I got it out to you the next day!

District 5

"Okay, run it one more time Dalton." Evangeline Evans says tucking a long, chestnut strand of hair behind her ear.

"You volunteer, make the Capitol love you. Be super charismatic. You're fourteen, so the cute approach would work," Dalton, a seventeen year old victor, says. "What about alliances?" she asks. Dalton nods. "You want as many people on your side as possible. I'd go with careers." Evangeline crinkles her nose in disgust.

"They won't revolt against the capitol. District ten and up would be more likely," she says. "They're also more likely to die," he deadpans. "Do you really think a bomb is going to work on the force field?" She asks. That's their plan. Recruit those who don't want anything to do with the Hunger Games and make a bomb against the force field. Dalton's planning with Plutarch Heavensbee on a way to escape the arena and revolt against the capitol, end the Hunger Games once and for all. "It should."

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Luka Volke stares at the crimson staining the pale skin of his little sister. "Samara," His voice is deadly. "Beg for me to stop."

Her skin is coated with sweat, blood, and dark bruises. "I hope you get killed in the games," she spits on him, a mixture of saliva and her blood, a dumb thing to do. Luka prefers the method of making his victims beg for death as they bleed out, as he brutally slices them open. Blood fascinates him, the color's so vibrant. It's amazing how the brain sends signals of pain throughout the body. Not for him though, pain is barely an issue. It's merely a mild annoyance, perhaps even motivation to strike harder. Sometimes it's even enjoyable for him, watching his blood drip from his skin, maybe smearing it on his victim's face. It's a way to mark them as HIS kill.

He can't kill his sister. No, it would be expected. He would be an obvious candidate as her murderer, and he would probably become an avox or something like that.

"Samara… Samara…" he shakes his head. "Do you see what you've done? Now I have to go kill someone because of your misbehavior, your idiocy. For once, the blood will be on your hands, not literally of course. It'll be on mine." He grabs a rag to wipe off his knife, but decides against it.

He licks his sister's blood from the knife, enjoying the look of pure horror in her eyes. That's his favorite thing to do, lick the blood clean off his weapon. It makes the blood pump faster through the victims, the blood spurting out of an incision. It's early day, so it's not that light, but Luca prefers to be a creature of the night.

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Sleep calls to Evangeline, but hunger does too, more dominant than sleep. Usually she would grab something from Dalton's, but she wants to get something special for breakfast. It's still dark out, so there aren't too many people moving around yet. Today is a day people stay inside and spend time with their family. It's what she would do if she had one.

Unluckily for her, Luka is out. He's searching for his last murder before the games. He can't help but shiver in anticipation for the games. He'll be praised for killing in there, paid. Evangeline feels eyes on her. Most would say it's nothing, but Angel knows better. The eyes on her are hunter's eyes. The body impacts her hard, forcing her to the hard ground. She has an advantage though. Dalton has trained her for situations like this. Her now calculated green and gold eyes glare at the man on top of her. Instantly, she knees Luka in the groin, kicking his body off of hers.

'He's easy to hit. That's his weakness.' Angel thinks quickly, bracing her body for another attack. "You're Samara's older brother," Evangeline states bluntly hoping her small connection to Samara will save her. Luka's smile grows.

"You know Samara?" he asks. She tries to predict his next move, but, Luka's a psychopath, unpredictable. "Yeah, we go to the academy together." She adds a kind smile for effect. But, he laughs. It's not cruel or even hostile; it's like Angel had just told the most hilarious joke in the world. "How perfect…" That's when she pushes herself in the other direction. She's considering it merciful that she's running in the other direction, not fearful.

Her endurance, that's what she's counting on. That man had murder in his eyes, and she couldn't kill him, not so close to the games. She had to stay under the radar. Luka's dark brown hair covers his eyes, so he pulls it back into a low ponytail, an unusual style for him. Usually his victims don't have as much fire in them as that girl did. He likes it, the challenge. He picks up pace, reaching the girl quickly. "You can't attack me," Evangeline says deadly. A laughs escapes his mouth. "And, why can't I?" he asks. She nods her head towards the awaking village.

"You're psychotic, but you're not entirely stupid. You won't attack when people can see you, catch you." He lifts an eyebrow, impressed. "What's your name?" he asks. She laughs. "You'll find out soon enough." With that she walks into the village triumphantly.

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"For the 75th annual Hunger Games and our 3rd quarter quill …" President East pauses to draw out of a fishbowl. "…the tribute's lives will be connected with each other. If your district partner dies, so do you." President East's words ring in the air making Luka frown. One kill equals two. Less kills for him. "With that exciting news, let's begin," The district 5 escort says. Evangeline stares at the stage, thankful. Less kills. It also means having to assure both members of the district that she can actually destroy the capital.

"Terra Spark," The 17 year old begins to strut up the stage, a bold smile on her face. "I volunteer as tribute!" Evangeline walks up to the stage, attempting to ignore the glares Terra's family is probably giving her. It's for the best of the people. She offers an innocent smile, hoping she looks vibrant and kind at the same time. "I'm Evangeline Evans, but I go by Angel." The escort nods, and moves to the guys.

"Nino lapworth." Luka stares at the girl for a short second before volunteering. She's good. She'll be able to survive. Besides, he can still have fun with her without killing her, and she can't kill him. She has to stay with him. "I volunteer." Luka struts to the stage, charisma seeping from him.

He knows the sponsors will find it appealing. Angel feels fear rise in her. This psychopath is her partner who holds her life. She's screwed.

"Volke. Luka Volke." She's shocked at the difference she sees in him. His personality is like a magnet, wanting to drag you in. Too bad most people don't see the monster within.