The journey had been a quiet one, for Silver at least. Brutus, the other District 2 tribute, was ready to get back in the arena. Every day he spoke of his eagerness and couldn’t wait to give the Capitol a show. Silver had nothing but sheer hatred for the Capitol, and somehow she hoped to sabotage their games. She was very influential amongst the Tributes. Being one of the most deadly Victors ever, she could only hope something would happen. They had watched the reaping’s, and Silver saw many she knew well called up. There were a few Volunteers, and the love story of 12 continued as Peeta volunteered to re-enter with his beloved Katniss. Silver didn’t buy it, but to be honest after her brother had died she had become cynical of everything. She was forced to relive that as well, and every year she had that forced in her face. Her brother, Cobalt had been reaped when he was just 13 years old. He was excited and Silver trained him the best she could, but he was too eager and not focused, and he had been killed. But not just killed, he had been slaughtered, torn limb from limb by the tribute from district 1, She was not sorry to see him die when the dam had broke and flooded the arena, making mad Annie Cresta the Victor.

Silver soon stopped watching all airings and kept being in company only to meal times. The food was still exquisite, and there was a large platter of her favourite beef and onion dish, but she really did not have much of an appetite. How could she? She was brooding all the way to the Capitol, ignoring everyone. Silver had had to watch her own victory again, and she sighed. She had won and been labelled the "Dancer" for her svelt movements and quick actions. She was a master with blades and had claimed 8 kills in her year, including the other careers. Her arena had been like an apocalypse setting, and she still carried the scar on her forehead where someone had hit her head against the broken brick.

“Silver, they’re going to want to see the ‘Deadly Dancer’” Lyme said to her, a commander back in 2 and also one of the mentors.
“They can stick the ‘Deadly Dancer’ up their ass” Silver hissed back, as the train rolled into the station, and she saw masses of people calling for their tributes. “These games are farce… We were promised a life if we won” She shook her head, resisting the urge to flip off those that called out. “Now we’re being pushed back in because Snow isn’t happy with her from 12 and the sparks of rebellion!”
“Where did you get that from?” Lyme said, after a moment’s pause, looking anxious and impressed.
“I’m not just a pretty face who is good with blades” Silver stated, before storming out of her compartment. She joined with Brutus and left the train, and she ignored everyone and entered into the back of the truck.

Everything happened quickly, and they would have to ready for the opening ceremony quickly. After last year’s performance by the stylists of 12, they were going all out. Not that anyone really could match! District 2 was known for their masonry, but the stylists also wanted to portray how dangerous Brutus and Silver were. The pair of them was dressed in Gladiatorial fashion, with dynamic make up for her. She looked at herself in the mirror and she curled her lip; she thought she looked garish! However a wolf whistle sounded behind her, and Silver turned in a whirl of curls. She smiled as Finnick moved towards them. Now, she and Finnick had both fallen victim in more ways than one, being sold at will to the men and women of the Capitol. They had grown close to one another whilst being used by many. “Lady Vipointe” Said Finnick with a smile, encasing her in his arms.
“Odair” She replied, hugging him back. She would be sad to see Finnick go, he had become a friend in darkened times. “Here we are again” She said to him, as she stepped back.
“Yep… Only on the other side” He added sadly.

* * *

Frustrating was an understatement, and he knew he couldn’t rely on anyone here. He shouldn't have even been here, he had not been reaped. His uncle's name had shounded and Kaygo had looked at his uncle, the addict stumbled and jittered his way to the stage, and Kaygo had stepped forwards and volunteered.He always felt the need to look after his family, and he could not watch his uncle die in the games, he would be at a distinct disadvantage. And so now, he found himself on his way back to the Capitol and on his way back to the games. He had not watched any of them, he couldn't. The image of his victory in the arena was always in his mind, always there haunting him. As Kaygo was a baggage handler at district 6, he was very strong, and it was his strength that helped him. He had scaled a tree, rather clumsily, and he guessed the Games were getting boring as, the volcano had errupted and lava crashed down. He survived by hanging onto a tree branch, but the lasting image that kept him awake at night was of a female tribute running and screaming towards him, her skin burning and melting from her body,

And so here he was, a tribute once again. But his partner in the games was an addict, and his mentors were addicts. He despised Morphling, it destroyed all it touched. So Kaygo took it upon himself to educate himself, to learn who his opponents would be and what he would be up against. He knew most of them, and there were some who were more infamous than some. Then of course there was Katniss and Peeta, the newest additions to the Victor clan. Kaygo sighed, was their love real? Could someone be so completely in love with someone that they couldn’t live without them? Kaygo had never seen that sort of love before, not even from a parental part. His mother was dying and his father an addict and poisoned by toxic fumes. He could suppose he loved his brothers, his oldest one especially. They had trained hard since they were young; helping each other in combat should they ever be reaped. And of course, Kaygo had been repeaed, winning by using the skills he and his brother had taught one another. He knew now though, that he wouldn’t be as lucky as to survive by hanging from a tree. He was up against previous winners, deadly ones too! At least his family would live in comfort in the Victors village. Or would they be evicted? He felt sick at the thought and tried not to think on it.

As they pulled into the Capitol, his mentor came to him. “Uncle” Kaygo said, trying not to look at the sunken black eyes that always held horrors.
“Find Haymitch” He said in a jittery manner, as the doors slid open.
“Why?” He asked. Why would he want to find that drunk?
“Just find him” His uncle said with a nod, as Kaygo walked off the train with Lerol, the female tribute. They were rushed off to get ready for the opening ceremony, and to be reunited with their preperation team

Walking down into the underground room, where the victors all stood talking and joking amongst one another. They were all dressed in their costumes, and some were gaudy. But Kaygo looked down to his own suit. It was dark grey, with moving vehicles roaming around the costume, with a grey head piece. He looked around searching for Haymitch and he saw the man talking with Chaff. Kaygo walked over and he excused himself. “My Uncle told me to find you” Kaygo said, and Haymitch looked around before he walked to the side with Kaygo. And indeed what he said definitely peeked his interest.

As the train was nearing the capitol, their mentor came through the hissing doors and sat down at the table. His eyes peered up at their mentor, who sighed while looking up at them. Lydia was her name and the Hunger Games was definitely her game. She knew the Hunger Games inside and out and Jacobi was happy to have her as his mentor once again. The ride was quiet as he couldn't believe that he was going into this type of atmosphere once again. He didn't really have a choice but he hated the fact that he was in the games again for the people of the Capitol. He sneered towards the people that were waving at them when they passed by.

"Vermin." Jacobi hissed through clenched teeth as the next thing he knew, a cup crashed into the wall beside him. He jumped slightly then eyed Lydia and Kenya, the female tribute of District 1. "Don't you dare talk bad about the people of the Capitol." Lydia said while raising a fist up at him as he rolled his eyes. "You're such a hypocrite." He muttered underneath his breath as the train came to a stop.

Lydia clapped her hands together happily and was the first one to jump up. Kenya walked over to him and whispered. "Hopefully things will be a lot better for you. Will you save me?" She had the nerve to ask him as he stood, a little taller than her and raised a brow. "Sorry but in the Games, every man..." His eyes trailed her up and down then back up to her face. "Or woman for themselves." With those words escaping over his lips, he walked past her and into his compartment, grabbing his bags and eventually walking out of the train.

Someone came and grabbed his bags as he shouted. "Careful with those! They cost more than..." Lydia's eyes snapped towards him as she shook her head. "Sorry. Just be careful." He said while walking past him and beside Kenya now as they trailed behind Lydia, who lead them to the stylists as they were preparing for the opening ceremony.

District 1 was known for their luxury and their outfits and hair style portrayed that drastically. Jacobi turned around and seen all of the other tributes and just turned his nose up as he eyed Kenya. "Look at them, Peeta and Katniss, again." He huffed as she looked at them. "I'm going to go over and say hi." She said with a firm nod while walking away from him and over towards Katniss first then greeted Peeta. No one knew to come towards Jacobi because of his nasty attitude and the ability to tear you to shreds with words. He had a feeling that someone was going to try him and he was just waiting there, arms folded over his broad chest as he leaned up against a wall.

- & -

Jennah sighed softly as she stared out the window of the train, the chin of her face resting into the palm of her hand. Mickey asked her was going to eat anything and just turned to him with a soft smile and shook her head. Their mentor, Misha, yes, a guy, was talking to them about strategy. Jennah had heard all of this before and didn't bother to listen to it again but Misha asked was she paying attention. With a head nod, Misha continue and Jennah leaned up with a wide eyed expression. "We're here." She softly through her lips as she saw the Capitol waving at them. She raised her hand up and waved back, dumbfounded the turned to face Mickey and Misha.

"Let's go and eat them up, again." She said with her lips quirked to the side as she walked to her compartment to freshen up, which was really not needed but she did it anyway. Misha walked in after her, causing her to gasp and immediately turn around. "You alright?" He asked her. She lowered her head and started to cry and sniffle as Misha came over and gave her a tight hug. "It's okay, hun. I know, I know." He embraced her as she talked through her sniffles. "I don't want to do this again. It's hell not knowing when you're going to die but knowing that you're being hunted." Misha sighed then grabbed her by the shoulders and looked into her eyes.

"Listen to me, as long as you work whatever weapon you get, they can't hurt you or Mickey. Got it?" She stopped crying and nodded her head as Misha left her compartment then she turned and made sure she looked presentable again. While walking off of the train, she nearly fell but luckily for her, Mickey was there to catch her in his arms. "Thanks." She whispered towards him as they continued walking arm in arm.

All eyes seemed to be on them as people were muttering to the other person beside them. Jennah eyes rolled as she didn't want to be apart of this again. They styled her perfectly to fit her district as she saw they way Mickey looked and laughed. "Oh, hey, there's Finnick and Silver. I'm going to go over and say hi." She bounced a little happily over there towards them and smiled when she reached them. "Hey guys. How are you guys doing?" She asked them while giving them both brief hugs and waiting for replies from them.

“This has ‘rigged’ all over it” Silver said as she smiled to Kenya, the female tribute of one.
“You think so?” Replied Finnick, although it wasn’t really a question. “See what happened in 8?” He asked, and Silver nodded.
“Yeah, my parents work are militants back home… they weren’t being discreet about it” She informed.
“How were they when they saw you were going back in the arena?” Finnick asked, taking a handful of sugar cubes from the bowl, and popping one into his mouth.
“Tears of pride” Silver informed irritably. They were warped, proud to have a victor as a daughter, and one as deadly as she was. Of course, in two they were trained for battle. It was illegal, yet in District 1 and 2 they were prepared and taught how to fight. That was why they were known as the Career tributes. “I hate the fucking Capitol!” Silver hissed venomously.
“Really?” Finnick asked her, looking at her with sincerity in his eyes.
“Really!” Repeated Silver.
“Then maybe you should go talk to Haymitch” Finnick suggested.
“The drunk? Why?” She asked, but they were joined by another before he could say anymore.

She was far too bouncy and joyful, and Silver raised an eyebrow at her. “You’re far too happy” Silver remarked. “Excuse me if I am not that happy being entered into the arena again”
“Hey, at least they’ve given you odds on to win” Finnick said. “Most of us here, we’ve been written off” he added.
“Yeah, and years of building up friendships with people and then having to kill them, not exactly something to be thrilled about” Silver counter acted.
“Maybe you should talk with Haymitch” Said Finnick, popping another sugar cube into his mouth. “I am going to greet our newbies” He said, before heading over to talk with Katniss. Silver sighed and she looked back to Jennah, she was from district 10, one of the poorest districts. District 2 was one of the favourites, and she had not really struggled as they others had, being raised to fight. Jenna was pretty and she had a bright and happy face. Silver remembered watching her win, something she had not expected.

The gong sounded which meant everyone was to head to their chariots and Silver offered the kindest smile she could summon. “Best go please the plebs” The blonde said to Jennah. “I’ll catch you later” She added before heading over to the carriage of district 2. On the way she passed Jacobi of district 1, and Silver playfully spanked him on his rear. “Looking good, grumpy” She teased as she climbed into the carriage besides Brutus. They both were in Gladiator style clothing and looked as deadly and fierce as the ancient warriors they posed, and Silver had her face set. She wasn’t going to smile, because quite frankly, the Capitol could fuck off.

* * *

“Is this for real?” Kaygo asked, looking to the face of the drunken mentor, who seemed to be sober, for the time being anyway.
“It is, but it is to be kept quiet, no one is to know unless they come to me” Haymitch informed leaning in, and Kaygo then caught the scent of liquor on his breath. Kaygo leaned back a little, but Haymitch clamped a hand on his shoulder. “You need to keep this quiet!” Snapped Haymitch.
“Alright… jeez!” Retorted Kaygo, easily pushing his hand off him. “So what, do I speak with my mentor, or…”
“No!” Haymitch replied. “Few mentors have been told, some are too close to the Capitol. Also, your uncle would sell us out for morphling” Haymitch informed.
“Hey! No he wouldn’t dare, he…” But again Haymitch cut him off.
“He would, and not for the first time. But if you are in, I will get in touch, there will be one training session where more information will be given. Till there, keep schtum” Haymitch said before slapping him on the shoulder and walking off, greeting his friend Chaff.

Kaygo was left on his own and he was quickly lost in thought; a rebellion! They were going to fight against the Capitol and the games, all they had to do was keep Katniss and Peeta alive. Kaygo looked to the district 12 tributes and he thought for a moment, and he finally decided, he was on. If he could arrange so that his family would be rescued and kept safe and if it could be promised, then he would protect Peeta in the arena and help Katniss. Kaygo was about to go over and introduce himself, but the gong sounded. He sighed and walked to the six carriages, smiling to the other tributes he had made friends with over the years. Mila, his fellow tribute, climbed into the carriage and she stared ahead. She had the same look as all the other addicts, yellowing skin and dark heavy eyes shrouded in shadow.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and she looked to him, her face alive with fear. He sighed and moved his hand down and took her bony hand in his, and the carriage pulled forwards. The large black horses pulled them out into the auditorium, and the cheers sounded. He kept a hold of the hand of the woman beside him, she was racked with fear and a withdrawal from the morphling was starting to set in. Kaygo shook his head, he would never allow that drug in his system, and it was disgusting and destroying. He looked to the people in the stands, who screamed and cheered. Vultures, screaming for the blood of their former champions. Death was their entertainment, sick bastards. Kaygo looked back ahead and his mind went back to his home.