District 12 male – Zevran Karras, 18

Rena Kadaris.

I hadn't seen her face in four years. She looked so different, yet exactly the same as she used to. Her blonde hair was now down past her hips, and her once bright blue eyes had gone dull.

"Zevran," she said. Her voice was a lot more mature than it used to be. "I really hope to see you coming home. We could have a chance of being sister and brother... you could join me."

"Join you?"

"I'm a rebel, we're rebelling against the Capitol," she said. So the rumours were true. Rena had run away to become a rebel.

I glanced sideways and saw a ballpoint pen on a desk that was right towards it. My hand found the pen, and as soon as I was gripping it, I charged towards Rena and began stabbing her over and over again until she was dead.

The target was eliminated.

I turned away from her, dropping the pen as the peacekeepers came into the room. They must have heard Rena's screams. I looked up and found myself making eye contact with one of the peacekeepers. Keeping my head low as an assassin didn't matter anymore.

Two of the three peacekeepers gripped my arms and dragged me out of the goodbye room and out into a wagon. The wagon took me off to the train station, where there were hordes of cameramen and reporters, and that little girl Fox was already standing right in front of the train, cameras flashing at her. As soon as I climbed out of the wagon, a billion cameras began flashing at me, blinding me.

I walked over to the train, and the doors opened, allowing Fox and I to be shoved inside. As soon as the doors were closed, the train began to move. I looked down at Fox. God, she was tiny. How could such a small girl even get voted into the Hunger Games?

I turned away from her and looked around the fast-moving train. It was incredibly fancy. The escort was sitting on a magnificent velvet sofa, holding a fancy glass filled with some liquid I'd never seen before.

"So, Zevran," she said to me in her posh Capitol accent. "What did you do to get here?"

"My mentor rigged the votes," I said, still looking around the train.

"Your mentor? What were they your mentor in?"

I didn't answer, and then Fox asked, "Talking about mentors, where's our mentor?"

"You don't get one," said the escort. I realised I still didn't know her name.

"Why?" Fox asked.

"Well, some districts have a mentor or multiple mentors who have won previous games," she said. "You had one, but she went missing not even a year after she won."

"So, we just don't get a mentor?" said Fox.

Who cares, I thought. I already know how to kill.

"No, you don't," she said. "Anyway, supper's in an hour or so, meet me back here by then, and for now you can do whatever you please."

Fox decided to go into a compartment to watch the recap of the Reapings, and I had nothing better to do but join her. I watched her as we walked into the compartment where we would watch it. I couldn't get over how small she was. She would have had to have been under five feet tall. She was skinny as well, clearly underfed, and she had that typical seam look of black hair and grey eyes, with an olive tone to her skin. She'd be easy to kill. I'd get rid of her in the bloodbath, most likely.

The reaping recaps were fairly boring, and the only one who stuck out to me was the boy from District 10. He had made a dramatic speech when he was reaped, but I couldn't stop thinking about his eyes. They were a striking blue, and there was some weird thing on his eyelid.

After the reaping recaps, it was time to eat, and it was the fanciest and largest meal I'd ever experienced. Fox couldn't even finish it all it was so much.

After our meal, I made my way to a room that had been saved for me and collapsed onto the bed. It was only 3 in the afternoon District 12 time, but I was exhausted. The bed was big enough for two, but I had it all to myself. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't help but grab onto the second pillow and imagine Vang being there with me.

District 4 female – Hazel Mayfly, 17

I was still sobbing on the floor when the peacekeepers came in to take me to the train station. I couldn't stop thinking about him. About Alex. I knew these peacekeepers. I'd sold things to them. They were friends with him.

I felt sick as they led me out of the justice building and into a car. The mayor's son was already sitting in the backseat, his arms crossed. I sat down next to him, keeping my head down. I'd been used. Used for money and my body.

At that moment, I wasn't so stressed about dying in the Hunger Games. I wished I could have died right there and then, in that stupid car. What had I done wrong to make Alex treat me like that?

There were cameras everywhere at the train station, and I tried to keep my head low as I stepped out of the car. I'd always thought that I was pretty before today. But clearly, I wasn't, or Alex would have truly loved me. So I didn't smile or wave at the cameras, I just scowled. I didn't care about how I was seen in the Capitol.

The mayor's son and I were led over to the train, cameras flashing at us the whole time. They wouldn't stop... click, click, click... over and over again until we were both behind the closed door of the train. I turned around and came face to face with our escort, who was beaming at us.

"Guinevere Cardiff!" the mayor's son snapped once he saw her. I wondered how he even knew her name. "My name is Luderick Bellamy, the future mayor of District 4, and I demand to know why I, of all people, was selected to go into the Hunger Games!"

"Luderick, darling, how am I supposed to know that?" said Guinevere. "Your district voted for you."

"Bullshit!" Luderick shouted, stamping his foot. "The district loves me! I'm their future mayor!"

"Honey, trust me, I can tell why they voted for you," she said. "After your tantrum at the reaping? Calling me names in front of everyone?"

Luderick just crossed his arms and stormed away. Well, great. My district partner was a spoilt brat. He was probably self-entitled and rich, too. Just fantastic.

"Well, Hazel, love, the trip's about four hours long, so make yourself comfortable. We're an hour ahead of you in the Capitol, so it will be evening when we arrive, yeah?"

"OK," I said bluntly.

"If you need anything let me know."

I turned away from her and made my way up the train. I got to the door to the next compartment, and it automatically opened for me. That didn't startle me, but I jumped when I saw the mayor's son right in the doorway. I went to step past him, but he didn't move.

"Move," I snapped.

"You're not very nice," he said, frowning.

"At least I didn't call the escort a pigheaded whatever else you said," I said, shrugging. "Now get out of my way, kid."

"What's your strategy for the games?" he asked me.

"Luderick, that's none of your business," I said to him.

"Please, call me Rick," he said. "How are you planning on winning this thing for District 4? Are you strong? What's your strategy?"

"That's not your business," I said again.

"We're allies, though," he said, and I burst out into laughter.

"Allies? You're like, 5 years old, why would I be allies with you?"

"I'm fourteen, and we're both from the superior district, and one of us will win this for the district. We will work together to win this."

I chuckled, then pushed him out of the way. As I did, I swiped a ring off of his left pinkie, then walked further into the train. What a stupid kid, assuming I'd automatically ally with him just because we were from the same district.

I looked out the window of the train once I was far enough away from Rick. We were moving so fast that I couldn't even see anything, so I gave up on sightseeing and sat down on the sofa, my mind going once again to Alex.

Fuck him. I'd win this thing and then he'd regret everything.

District 5 male – Ezekiel Cunningham, 17

I was still fuming as they led me onto some wagon thing to take me to the train station after I argued with Isaac. He was probably telling our mother about how much of an awful person he thought I was.

Whatever. When I won, both he and my mother would have no choice but to love me. I was going to make them rich, after all. If they weren't happy with me I could take the money away from them and kick them out of Victor's village as soon as I was eighteen, which was only a couple of months away.

The trip on the wagon was only a few minutes, and I tried to think of anything other than Isaac. My mind went to my district partner, Carmilla. She'd caused quite the scene at the reaping. I mean I'd hit quite a few people, but I didn't scream at the audience. I didn't know her well, but I had heard about what she'd done to a whole group of kids only a week or so ago, and that scared me a little.

I saw her once I got to the train station. She was standing in front of the train, her arms crossed and a scowl on her face. I climbed out of the wagon and was escorted over there next to her, where the cameras flashed at us.

"Let's flip them all off," I muttered to Carmilla, lifting my two middle fingers. I'd suggested that partly because I thought it would be funny, and also to make an impression on Carmilla so she wouldn't kill me.

But that impression didn't work, because she did not flip off the cameramen, and once we were both on the train, with the doors closed, she said to me, not making eye contact, "I do not take orders from losers like you."

She walked away from me and I just stood there feeling like an idiot. I was hoping to have a district partner I could bully, and most people I could, but I knew if I bullied Carmilla, she would destroy me, and kill me straight up during the bloodbath.

Maybe I'd just have to have her not care about me at all, so she wouldn't try to target me.

Carmilla and I met our mentor and escort in the dining room once the train was moving. The escort did not seem happy with who her tributes were this year. She introduced herself to us, though. Her name was Glamora Vanderbilt. The mentor was a guy who won the nineteenth games called Evan Hartley. He was still young, only twenty-two years old, but he didn't speak to us at all when Glamora introduced us to him.

The train ride was only two or three hours, apparently, and Glamora told Evan to give Carmilla and me the rundown of everything we'd need to know.

"Um..." said Evan, as Glamora gestured for us to sit down across from him. "Just... just try and..."

"Oh, get to the point," Carmilla snapped, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.

"I can't..." Evan stammered.

"What's your problem?" I said. "Are you going to tell us how to win or not, you pathetic idiot?"

"Evan, please do your job," said Glamora.

"No, no, no..." Evan started shaking his head. He was beginning to go incredibly pale. I threw a sideways glance at Carmilla, and she was looking straight at Evan with disgust.

"Whatever," she said. "I don't need your help anyway. I will win these games and then rule Panem on my own. God, I can't wait to hear everyone's screams..."

"The screams... the screams..." Evan muttered.

"Oh, shut up," I spat at him, before standing up to go and watch the recaps of the Reapings. This would be a long trip...

District 10 female – Fllora Hanzell, 17

After Asterie had left, I was led out to a wagon where I was taken to the train station, which was never used at any time of year apart from Hunger Games season, so it was a little sketchy.

I still felt as if I couldn't breathe or think when I clambered out of the wagon. I hadn't taken much notice of my district partner during the reaping, I'd been practically unconscious, walking only on autopilot, but I managed to properly look at him now. He was around the same age as me, and had dark curly hair to his shoulders, like mine.

I was led by the peacekeepers to stand by him in the doorway of the train, and he winked at me. My reaping partner up and winked at me. God, what a weirdo.

As soon as the doors closed, the boy grinned widely at me. "Well, Fllora, I must say... you are quite the stunner, I think I may be in love with you."

My eyes widened, and all state of shock that I'd been in from the reaping snapped away just like that.

"You're what?" I spat. I knew I had good looks, but I wasn't about to let some random boy say that.

"Sorry," he said, grinning. "Let me take it down a notch. In case you weren't listening at the reaping... the name's Kurczak... Janusz Kurczak. Mind you, the escort did pronounce it wrong. Excuse me, I might just have to go correct her. Be right back."

He walked off, chuckling. The laughter was a dead giveaway that he was just messing with me. What a jerk. I made my way down the fast-moving train. Just the entrance compartment was twice the size of my house.

I walked into the next compartment and bumped into a woman as I walked in. She was carrying a whole tea set, and it spilt over both of us, the splattered tea burning my skin.

"Watch it!" I snapped at her. She bowed her head low as a way of apologising and bent down to pick up the shattered pieces of the tea set. I sighed, then bent down to help her. We made eye contact for a second, and I found myself lost in her eyes. They were both different colours, her right eye blue, her left eye brown. I'd never seen anything like that before. She was a very pretty woman, but she had large bags under her eyes. I wondered what she was doing on this train.

"Are you our mentor?" I asked her, standing up once the tea set was packed up, and she shook her head. "Who are you?"

She pointed to her mouth and shook her head. My eyes widened. I'd heard of Avoxes before... they were apparently slaves in the capitol and couldn't speak... but I didn't know if they were real or not.

"Are you an Avox?" I asked her, and she nodded. I opened my mouth to ask her another question, but the door to the compartment opened, and our escort and Janusz came in, arguing.

"You don't pronounce it as a 'j', it's a 'y' sound!"

"But it's spelt with a J!"

"I don't give a flying damn how it's spelt, my name had better be pronounced correctly for the rest of my time in the Capitol, please and thank you, Madam!" Janusz cried, flicking his hair.

"Fllora!" the mentor shouted at me suddenly. "What are you doing talking to this Avox!? Is she harassing you!?"

"No, no, she's not harassing me," I said. "Um... I'm just going to go watch the reaping recaps now..."

"I'll come with you," said Janusz, winking at me again. I rolled my eyes as he followed me through the train. What was he playing at?

We got into the place where there was a little TV for us to watch the reapings. As soon as we sat down, Janusz said to me, "I just thought I'd point out... I'm taller than you."

I raised an eyebrow. "OK? Do you want a medal?"

Janusz just grinned. "Let's watch these reapings."

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