It was overwhelming. Everything was overwhelming. Raven barley noticed the passing colors and people and noise. It all blurred together and became background noise. She hardly even noticed her own legs moving.

I was chosen. And nobody cared. No tears came, just a frown. I'll end up just like Dove.

The bang of large double doors closing roused her from her dazed state.

-

Skipper was escorted into a small room with large double doors and a large window on the back wall. The wallpaper was tan, and there was a long dark wooden bench lining the same back wall as the window.

Skipper plopped down on the bench as the peacekeepers left and let her anguish wash over her. 

Now alone in the room, she let warm tears leak out of her eyes and roll down her face. Am I crazy? I can't fight anyone for anything, and my hunting skills are the same. She thought desperately. I'm going to die. I'm going to die in that arena and I'm going to leave Fox all alone. She'll starve and it will be all my fault.

Skipper was startled out of her quiet tears when the door opened and a certain little sister flew into her arms.

"Skipper!" Fox sobbed, burying her head into her shoulder.

Skipper's shirt was immediately soaked with Fox's tears. She wrapped her arms around her little sister and comforted her as much as she could.

"Skipper, let me go into the games!" Fox sobbed uncontrollably. "You need to stay here! I'll win somehow... you know I'm good at sneaking! I'll.. I'll..." Fox was no longer able to speak because of the sobs wracking her small body. "It's okay, Fox..." Skipper soothed, finding it difficult to believe her own words. "I'll come home one day. Just you wait."

A peacekeeper appeared at her side. "Visiting time's up." He said, no expression showing behind his white mask.

"No!" Wailed Fox, clinging to Skipper with all her might. The peacekeeper easily ripped Fox from Skipper's arms and Skipper called out to her struggling sister.

"I'll come back, Fox! I promise!" The door closed behind them, cutting off her sister's screams.

Skipper sat in the silence, her ears ringing. What was she thinking? She couldn't just give up. That was her sister. She had to win for Fox. She had to.

Skipper wiped her tears away. There was no time to be sad now. She had to win the Hunger Games.

Peacekeepers escorted her to a sleek metal train, where she could already see Raven sitting with her back to the window inside. There were overwhelming crowds of people, mostly wealthier people from the capitol, crowding the loading deck, and they were all shouting things like "Good luck!" Or "Shoot someone for me!"

Sick mindless creatures.

Skipper stepped onto the train and the peacekeepers didn't follow. She looked down the long car she was in. The walls were the same silver color as they were on the outside, and the carpet was a sky blue with dark blue swirl patterns. There was a long cushioned bench along the entire length of the wall, with the exception of about six feet where it stopped at a booth with a table. There was a long table with fancy dishes and beautiful desserts and snacks running down the middle of the car. On the end of the table were luxurious glasses upside down next to a large bottle with a tan liquid in it. Probably alcohol.

Raven was sitting at the very end of the bench, next to the booth. She didn't look like she'd been crying, but her face was tight with negative emotion. She briefly wondered if Raven had any family. She knew her father was a game maker; everyone did. But she was unsure if she had anyone else.

The thought didn't last long, as it was interrupted by a woman's voice. "Hello, dear! Why are you just standing there? Why not take a seat or enjoy some refreshments?" The voice belonged to a woman who appeared to be in her thirties. She had a strange pink shirt with a matching frilly skirt. Her red-brown hair was curled into ringlets, and her hazel eyes shown beneath her bangs.

Skipper just scowled at the woman and sat on the bench, watching her feet.

"Rude." The woman scoffed. It was hate at first sight.

"Oh look! It's this year's playthings for the capitol!" A young man appearing to be in his early twenties walked in from the neighboring car just as the train began to move forward. "And both girls! It's been weird since they removed that gender rule." The man sat down at the booth, uncomfortably close to Raven. He didn't appear to be drunk, just.. sarcastic? A strange level of sarcastic. Insane? Depressed? Probably all of those.

Skipper narrowed her eyes as he began to talk to Raven quietly, the same glint of aggressiveness in his bright green eyes. The girl appeared uncomfortable, as if she didn't like the current situation. Would she defend herself? If not, she'd be useless in the arena.

As if on cue from Skipper's thoughts, Raven suddenly tensed up and slapped the man hard enough to cause him to yell out in pain. He stood at the same time as Raven, shouting loudly and angrily, the girl appearing equally agitated, though overwhelmed.

"That's enough, Blitz!" The woman shouted, stepping as far in between the two as she could. "You deserved it. Back off."

"She hit me, Hannah!" Blitz shot back. "She can't just get away with it!"

"Blitz." Hannah growled in a dangerous tone. The male backed off, retreating to the far end of the bench, near Skipper. He said nothing though, as if he'd learned not to speak to the tributes. The train was filled with an awkward silence for the next ten minutes, though it felt like a year. 

Finally, Skipper spoke up.

"Sooo..." she began awkwardly as all eyes turned to her. "You're trainers, right?"

"Yep." Answered Blitz, running a hand through his white hair.

"So.. you train us, right?"

"Yep."

".... starting when?"

"Whenever." Blitz was no help. He was probably still sulking from being told off by Hannah. 

Skipper looked to Hannah, though decided immediately against asking her, from the sour look she gave Skipper.

Blitz must have noticed Hannah's look as well because he then spoke up.

"I think Skipper could make it."

"What?" Skipper and Hannah exclaimed at the same time.

"What makes you say that?" Hannah looked moderately angry. "She's done nothing but sulk in the corner since she got here."

"And the other girl hasn't?" Blitz shot back.

"Her name is Raven, and she took a swing at you." Hannah remarked, smirking. "Great aim and hit as well."

Skipper and Raven exchanged a glance, and Skipper could tell Raven was just as uncomfortable as she was. Even though Raven's punch was definitely just a lucky hit, Blitz and Hannah seemed determined to disagree on everything.

Forget the Hunger Games... Skipper thought, rubbing her forehead with her fingers. We have to survive training with these two first.

***

Heey! Look! We're alive!

Sorry about the wait, we kind of abandoned this project and went to do out own things. Then a stalker of mine decided she wanted more so I panicked and messaged Swagpi and she wrote this for us (thank friend).

Oh I did last one,btw.

EEE hype!