"There are people that develop special abilities. We want them. We need them. An army, they will become. We will shape them up from scratch; their memories are to be wiped. Only us Doctors will know who they truly are. Give them the first letter of their name. Assign them as our Projects. Only the strongest will survive and continue on. Those who have the Knowledge.. These are the Rogues. They must be destroyed. At all costs." Project N, with no clue as to where he is or what he has to do, has been deemed as a threat by the Doctors. Only Victor Steele, an undercover Protector, will save him... If he does not run out of time. Good luck, Project N. And may the Protectors watch over you. {Temporary Story Description.} {An original story by me, sky_alex31} {Yes, this is BxB; do not like, do not read.} {And yes, cover photo does say by sky_alex31. I used to be under than name but changed it to hellagayneeks.}

You and Peeta have been best friends growing up, but by the time the 74th Hunger Games rolls around, you have developed a serious crush for him. Such a shame that you were both reaped to represent District 12 in the Hunger Games this year--in fact, no one saw it coming. Just before you were both thrown into the arena, he professes his love to another girl in front of the entire nation...and your world immediately collapses. What would it take for you to cope once you are thrown into the arena? How would you deal with your feelings? Would Peeta notice his mistake...or would he remain forever oblivious to your feelings? And what happens when another tribute starts developing feelings for you during the Games? Anything can happen in this twist of the 74th annual Hunger Games. **I DO NOT OWN THE HUNGER GAMES. All credit goes to Suzanne Collins.** Highest Achievement: #654 in Fanfiction [CURRENTLY UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITS.]

“Hi, welcome to Pauli’s Guitar Shop. I’m Emilia. How can I--” I paused, dropping my pen on the counter. It was him. That one person I was trying to forget all my life. Tony Perry. He looked up from his phone, staring into my eyes. “Oh, you’re a fan?” And with only four words, my heart was broken into several pieces for the second time, by the exact same person. © 2013-2014, PRECIADONT. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.