The 200th Annual Hunger Games

Training Day 2

Slate Oxford D2

I spring out of bed when the first rays of light shine through the window and get down on the floor to do some sit ups and push ups. Got to keep the muscles looking nice.

When I'm pleased with my efforts I make my way to the shower grabbing my training outfit on the way. It's simple this year. Boys have sleek black tops and baggy shorts while the girls wears matching tops and black pants. The only thing that separates tribute from tribute is the numbers that have been stitched onto our backs. I wear mine with pride, proudly showing of the number 2.

Everything in my room is coloured either a shade of grey or deep red. The whole back wall is covered in a thick glass that overlooks the capitol, well at least I think it does. For all I know it could be some computerised image. Either way it's my favourite thing in District twos floor. All those people down there, will be screaming my name.

I jump in the shower and flick through hundreds of settings on a glass panel. I don't know what I'm looking for, something manly I guess.

Lavender.

Ugh

Rose Petals

Way too girly

Vanilla bean supreme

What the hell!

Honestly how hard can it be to find one bloody scent that won't make me smell like a walking flower bush!

I skip the settings and stand still, letting the hot water pour over me. I jump back in surprise when a sickly sweet smelling liquid is shot out of the wall and into my eyes. I stumble around in the shower blinded by the burning liquid until I feel the ground underneath me start to vibrate. Great. Floor that provides a foot massage.

Still blinded I scream out in frustration and hit my hand against the wall and scream out even louder when loud capitol music blares out of the shower head.

This is ridiculous. With my eyes still burning I slam my hands against the shower glass and smile in satisfaction when it shatters under my force.

Capitol showers are just not my thing. I don't even feel bad, fixing that is the least of their problems.

At breakfast I pile my plate with whatever I can fit on it. This food is good, but nothing I've never had at home before.

Quartz slips into the room and shoots me a cold glare before sitting down to eat the small portion of food she's put on her plate.

"Morning Kitten" I say with a smirk.

Her head whips up before she narrows her eyes at my and leaves the room, with her plate in her hand.

I love playing with people, it's what I do. Got to psych them out a little but before the big game, leave them confused.

My mind crosses back to home and to my old life. A moment of pain stabs at my chest but I have to push it aside, it doesn't mean anything.

I think of my old friend Invictus, and how he so badly wanted to be here right now. Too bad he couldn't. When I win he'll take back what he said about cheering for my death. He'll come crawling back, begging for me to forgive him. Knowing him he'll probably say the pressure of training had got to him, he wasn't himself at the time.

I'll show him and I'll show everyone else as well.

I run to the elevator and find the tributes from District 1, Radiance and Blaze waiting.

"Hey Blondie" I say to Radiance while I give Blaze a thump on the back, to which he returns.

I think it's basically an unspoken agreement that the Tributes from District 1 and 2 are allies in the arena and it looks like it's no different this year.

The girl won't be a threat to me in the end but Blaze, I'm not too sure on yet. I'll have to keep an eye on him.

"Hey man, I saw that weakling boy from District 9 crying last night. Bloodbathie for sure"

I nod my head at him, "Yeah and that little girl from District 7"

As we walk into training I see that all of the other tributes are already here and working at stations. We all make our way over to the weapons section of the room before I walk off to the sword station, excited to get my hands on the wepons.

After a solid couple of hours of carving dummies up with swords, maces and spears we head out for lunch.

While leaving the room I watch in surprise as the pretty girl from District 4 spears a dummy sraight through the center with a trident.

Ava D7

When I'm sure all of the Gamemakers have left the building I slip quietly back through the
door and jog across the room. My fingers grasp around a throwing knife, which I've been itching to get my hands on. I step in front of the dummy and fling knife after knife as hard as I can. I smirk when I look up and see that only 2 missed the middle target.

I run over to the axes and slice up a dummy until it's nothing but a pile of fabric on the ground.

I grab a pair of hand claws and carve up a dummies face, imagining it's the last person standing between me and victory.

A laugh escapes my mouth and I throw my head back in joy. These idiots have underestimated me and it's gonna cost them.

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I watch as the little girl from District 7 runs out of the room. A mix of dummies and weapons are left in a heap.

She thinks no one knows, but I do, I know everything.

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A/N Ooo comment who you think the mystery person is! Lets see if any one can guess I might dedicate a chapter to the correct person...