The 25th Annual Hunger Games

8 ~ 12-15 Category Interviews

*Haller Sapot's POV (like all of the others)*

As we watch the score recaps, the only other high scores were District 4, and the female from 7.

Tate had the reality of what was appending hit him today. He was shaking, and crying, and sobbing. All I could do was attempt to comfort him. Panem mistook us. Us Careers, we weren't as mentally strong as we looked. People viewed us as aggressive, bests, that would stop at nothing to win. At the end of the day, we are all just children who wanted to see our families and friends again.

We weren't killing machines, we weren't murderous raving lunatics, we weren't powerful, but we weren't weak.

He laid there shaking for hours, screaming about his training scores.

Eventually he had to get ready for interviews. We had our interviews before we went into the Arena. Tomorrow, the 12-15 tributes would enter the Arena. Some crying, some terrified, others determined to make it to the next round.

But right now, I needed to train. Danil was going to help me out, give me a run down.



As Tate and Charlotte left, the Victors were standing alone in the kitchen. I was tempted to walk in, until I heard a heated argument between the victors.

"That information is classified. It would get us killed." Danil snapped.

Povie said something under her breathe, before replying in a hushed voice. "Well, that means we won't have to deal with children dying. I hate this job. It is just another way the Capitol punishes us. Just because we won and were rich, didn't make us happy. Do you want to know how many people I killed?"

Danil shook her head. "I don't know. More than me?"

"15 kills that year. I was almost killed by my 'alliance' twice. My partner, was stupid enough to go to the Cornucopia first. Not wait until the weak ones grab something. I killed 7 at the Cornucopia, and the rest during the games, or at the feast at the end. How many did you kill? 1, 2?"

"4 actually." Danil muttered.

Povie shook her head. "Caves. Out of any Arena they could have chosen. Caves."

It hit me like a bullet wound. The dark was my biggest fears. I ran down the hallway into my room,and Jilian was standing in there. My face felt pale and hot, I felt as if I had been punched repeatedly. My breaths were loud wheezes.

"Haller? What is it?"

"Caves. Jilian. Caves."

The blood left her face, and she buried herself in her hands. "No. The caves."

"What is going on?" I wondered.

Danil called us to watch the television. I had some talking to do. And they had some explaining.

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I flopped onto the couch, sinking into it's soft, embracing hug.

The television turned on, and a reporter flashed a grin at the screen. "Welcome, Panem! Well we have a special treat tonight! So, the first twenty four tributes are here with me. Three minutes each, then we will get onto the next tribute. Okay, so first up, Zander Deritom from District 1!"

Zander came out as sassy and confident.

Aubrey, his district partner was more of relaxed, and peaceful.

Tate was a deadly friend type character.

Charlotte was playing the sexy card.

The rest I didn't care for.

But as they arrived back home, I followed Tate to his room, where he began crying again. Jilian and Charlotte came in to comfort him. He had taken it the hardest out of all of us.

"You will have an alliance, and we won't let you die. Trust me." Charlotte reassured, embracing him.

We split up, and I stayed in Tate's room for the night, hearing soft sobbing, and lit shaking all night.

When he left the next morning, it was a reality hit for all of us. His prep team cried, his stylist attempted to comfort them.

He was a volunteer. He was going to make it through, he just didn't know it yet. I was sure of it.


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A/N: short chapter, but I have already completed the first day of the Arena for Tate. The next 8 chapters will be from Tate's perspective. Don't get confused!

Guys please, if you read this, drop a comment/vote! It helps me too know you enjoyed it.

I am sick at the moment. And who has had an MRI before? I am really sick now, and we don't know why. We think it is because of the MRI. But it was on my ears, so no injections. Weird huh!

Shout out/ dedication to Raymond, he has seriously been the biggest person in my life to tell me I could reach my goals. Thanks Ray :D