Katniss

I roll out of bed with a groan. I yank the curtains aside to see that it's sunny and that the sky's blue. Why is it always like this during on Reaping Day? Every year it's sunny, but it should be dark and depressing. With a sigh, I reach over and grab my mom's bright blue dress. I had worn it the year that I was first reaped. That thought brought back bad memories. I shove the memories aside as I strip out of the clothes from yesterday.

I hop into the shower with a relived sigh. The hot water relaxes my tight muscles, but it doesn't relieve my tense mind. After a little bit of washing up, I step out of the shower and dry myself off. I walk back into my bedroom to see my mom standing there.

"Morning." I say, moving to change into the dress. I slide into it then with the help of my mom, I zip it up.

"Here. Let me put your hair up." My mom says, sitting me down on the bed. She starts to put my hair up in my signature single braid. Prim then comes into the room in her bright yellow dress.

"Hey, Prim." I smile slightly.

"Hey, Katniss." She sits on the bed next to me. My mom then finishes the braid. I stand up then turn to face them.

"So, how do I look?" I inquire.

My mom and Prim both smile slightly. "You look beautiful." Prim replies.

"Well, then lets go. The Reaping will start soon." I state, hurrying the other two out of the house. We walk silently to the town square with everyone else.

A peacekeeper pricks my finger when I walk up to one of the tables. "Name and age." She states simply.

"Katniss Everdeen. 18." I tell her easily.

She nods before motioning towards the rest of the girls my age. When everyone was there, the mayor gives his yearly speak about how lucky we are and all that. I kind of tune out. The annual video that is played every year is shown. I don't really pay attention since it just shows the rebellions and explains how the government created the Hunger Games to restore peace and order.

After all of that, the escort, Effie Trinket, steps up to the mic.

"Hello, citizens of District 12." She trills in her capitol accent. "Well, lets get started. As always, ladies first." She moves over to the bowel with all the girl names. She pulls one out before moving back to the microphone. After a slight pause, she opens the paper and reads the name. "Primrose Everdeen."

My heart leaps into my throat when my sister's name is called. I couldn't believe it. She only had her name in there two times, but her name was drawn. I just couldn't move for a moment as I watch Prim walk towards the stage. Fear was all over her face. I couldn't let this happen. I immediately start to push forward past people.

"Prim!" I scream. "Prim!" As I keep trying to push forward, peacekeepers step in front of me to hold me back. "Let go! I-I volunteer." I yell. "I volunteer as tribute!"

There's silence. No one moves after a yell that. The peacekeepers let me go. When they do that, I walk forward and gently push Prim behind me. She wraps her arms around me tightly.

"No, Katniss. Please. No!" Prim sobs.

"Prim. Let go and go back to mom." I say, trying to keep myself from crying.

I then feel her arm loosen from around my waist. I turn around to see that Gale had picked Prim up. His face is set."Go on, Catnip." He tells me, carrying a crying Prim back to my mom.

I turn back around and start up the stairs silently. I stand next to Effie who's looking startled, but she then smiles again.

"Well, isn't this exciting. Lets get back to choosing our tributes. It's time for the boys." She moves to the boys bowel. Just like with the girls bowel, she reaches in, grabs a name, then moves back to the microphone. She opens the paper and reads the name. "Peeta Mellark." She reads.

Again, there's silence. Then Peeta steps away from the crowd and starts towards the stage. He mounts the stage silently. He stands next to Effie on her other side. And just like when I volunteered, Effie looks startled by drawing his name again. This is the third year in a row that our name's have been drawn or we've volunteered.

"Well, here are our District 12 tributes." Effie says loudly. "Victors Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark!" There's silence after she says that. No one ever thought that we'd go back into the Hunger Games again.

After a slight pause, peacekeepers lead us into the town hall and take us to separate rooms to wait for our good-byes.

(The good-byes for Katniss are the same as in the Hunger Games)

Fang

I open my eyes to see trees surrounding me. With a groan, I sit up and glance around. Max is laying right next to me. I shake my head as I try to remember what had happened. Then it all hits me. We fell into some kind of a portal with Iggy and Nudge. I then realize that Iggy and Nudge aren't anywhere to be seen.

I shake Max gently. Her eyes shoot open and she springs to her feet. She glances around confused. "Where are we?" She asks.

I stand up and shrug silently. There's a snap to our left. We both tense and whirl around towards the sound. There's nothing there besides bushes. We just stand there, listening quietly. All of a sudden, we hear gun being loaded. We immediately try to run, but we find ourselves surrounded by odd men in white suits. They're all pointing guns at us.

I'm about to attack one of them when I see Max shaking her head at me. I nod before putting my hands up. I tuck my wings tight against my back. The men grab us and lead us to some square where people are gathering. Another guy in white pricks our finger.

"Name and Age." He demands.

"Maximum Ride. 17." Max says forcefully.

"Fang. 17." I reply softly.

The gun nods before we're herded into a group of kids about our age. All I want to do is take flight and get away from here, but I couldn't do that. Max and I had to find Iggy and Nudge.

A very skinny man steps up to a microphone. He starts talking about stuff I've never heard about. Something about how some Capital is very generous and how we are all lucky that we're still alive. A video then starts playing. I wince and glare at the screen. The video shows some images of rebellions and people dying then it says how the 'Hunger Games' were created to create peace. When I heard about the Hunger Games, I really wanted to kill the president.

When all that was over, some lady in a brown dress and with green hair walks up to the microphone. She smiles at all of us.

"Well, lets get started. Ladies first." She says, moving over to a bowel with scraps of paper in it. She grabs a name before moving back to the microphone. With a steady hand, she opens the paper and reads the name. "Maximum Ride."

I could sense Max tense from across the aisle from me. She sets her jaw and starts towards the stage. She mounts the stage silently.

The lady then moves to a bowel on the opposite side of the stage. "Now, for the boys." She grabs another sheet of paper from this bowel. Again, she opens the paper and reads the name. "Fang."

When I hear my name, I seriously want to fly away, but with Max up there already, I have to go. I walk forward and mount the stage, standing beside the lady. She smiles at Max and me.

"And here are our District 7 tributes!" She shouts, placing a hand on our shoulders. "Maximum Ride and Fang." There's silence as the men in white, that we now know are called peacekeepers, lead us into the large building behind us. They take us to different rooms. After a little while, they come back in and escort us to a large train. We're led to separate rooms and left there.

What's going on? I ask myself as the train starts to move.

Sadie

I groan as I sit up. I rub my head and glance around. Carter is passed out not too far away from me. My magicians bag is still clutched in my hand. Then everything that just happened hit me dead on. I can't believe that we fell for Setne's little trap.

There's movement in the trees that surround us. I grab my wand that's laying not too far away while shaking Carter slightly. Carter stirs and opens his eyes. He groans as he sits up. He glances around.

"Where are..." He starts to ask, but I cut him off with a wave of my hand. I point to the trees. At that moment, guys in white suits step out of the trees with guns leveled at us.

Uh, Isis? I ask mentally, but I get no reply. It's as if she just disappeared. I glance over at Carter to see that he was looking slightly confused. Horus must not be answering him either.

I'm about to raise my wand, but Carter meets my eyes and shakes his head. I hesitate before slipping my wand and staff into my bag. The guys yank us to our feet and lead us to some kind of town square where people were gathering. We're forced up to a table where a woman in a white suit like the other guys glances up at us.

She pricks our finger with a needle. "Name and age."

"Sadie Kane. 16." I reply.

"Carter Kane. 17." Carter tells her.

She nods before we're hurried to a group of kids our own age. Everything after that is a blur to me. The mayor I think it was gives some sort of a speech then a video is played. The video makes me sick. It shows the history of the world called Panem which used to be called America. There're rebellions, but after the rebellions are thwarted, the Hunger Games were created. The Hunger Games are where one girl and one guy from all 12 districts are thrown into an arena to fight to the death. I nearly hurl at the thought of that.

Then a woman named Joslin steps up to the mic. She grins down at all of us. "Happy Hunger Games. And may the odds be ever in your favor. Lets start with the girls." She walks over to a bowel filled with folded sheets of paper. I wanted to shout at her abut how can something like this be happy, but I didn't think that it would help any. She grabs a name then walks back to the mic. After a pause, she unfolds the paper and reads the name. "Sadie Kane."

I pale slightly. My name was called. But... that can only mean that... I'm going into this monstrous creation. I set my jaw as I stomp up onto the stage.

Joslin smiles even more. "Now, time for the boys." She does the exact same thing to another bowel. She reaches in, grabs a name, unfolds it, then reads it. "Carter Kane."

My brother tenses slightly. He walks slowly, but determinedly onto the stage. He stands next to me.

"And here are our District 8 tributes!" Joslin calls, placing a hand on our shoulders.

After a brief silence, the guys called peacekeepers move us into the same room in a huge building behind the stage. Carter and I sit on a couch silently for who knows how long until the peacekeepers come back. They lead us onto a train and to different rooms. As the trains starts moving, the only thing that I can think of is... How are we going to get out of this?

Piper

I open my eyes to find that I'm in some house. When I sit up, I see that there's a beautiful woman that must've been in her early twenties going through a closet that would've made the entire Aphrodite cabin jealous. She sees that I'm awake and smiles slightly.

"Hey. You're finally awake. Come on, we need to get you all dolled up." She says in a silky smooth voice. She pulls a long, pink dress from the closet.

"For what?" I ask, standing up slowly.

She stares at me like I was crazy. "For the Reaping. Now, come on. Put these on then I'll put your hair up." She hands me the dress and a pair of pink heels.

Silently, I slip into the dress and heels. The woman then works on my hair. A moment later, she moves to where I could see her. She smiles. "There we go." She hands me a mirror. My hair is pulled back into a single braid down my shoulder.

"Wow." is all I can say before she hurries me out the door.

"Now, lets get you signed in." She says, leading me towards a town center. She leaves me at a table where a woman in a white suit is sitting then she goes off.

The woman at the table pricks my finger. I wince slightly. "Name and age." She asks.

"Piper McLean. 16." I tell her. She nods then I'm herded into a group of kids the same age as me. Everything after that is a blur to me.

Some guy gives a speech then a video is played. The video confirms my suspicions. I'm in the future. After the video ends and nearly makes me want to scream, a lady with matching lime-green hair and dress walks up to the microphone. She gives a short speech before walking over to a bowel. "Ladies first." She says, pulling a folded peice of paper out. She unfolds it and reads the name. "Piper McLean."

I want to run, but I force myself to walk onto the stage. I stand next to the woman as she grabs a paper from a separate bowel. She then reads the name. "Iggy."

A guy in a pitch black suit makes his way to the stage. When he mounts the stage and stands next to me, I see that his eyes are glazed over. He's blind, I say to myself.

"And here are our District 1 tributes." the woman says proudly. "Piper McLean and Iggy."

The guys in white, peacekeepers, lead the guy and me to separate rooms in the town hall I'm guessing is what it was. I just sit there on a couch silently until the peacekeepers come and escort us to a bullet-like train. I'm placed in a bedroom by myself as the train starts to move. The only thought in my mind is... Where are the others and are they ok?

Nico

I'm standing among kids my own age. All I remember was waking up in a clearing with Clarrise only to be surrounded by men in white suits pointing guns at us. Clarrise wanted to fight back, but I talked her out of it. We were then lead to a town square where we were asked our name and age.

"Nico Di Angelo. 17." I had replied.

"Clarrise La Rue. 17." Clarrise had told her.

Now, after the mayor I believe it was gave a speech and after watching some video that made me want to put the president in the Fields of Punishment for all eternity, a lady with orange and black striped hair and a bright blue dress stands up on the stage. She giggles slightly.

"Alright. Lets get down to bussiness. Ladies first." She grabs a piece of paper out of a bowel. She reads the name off of it. "Clarrise La Rue."

With a shout, Clarrise starts to shove her way away from the stage. Even though she loves violence, I could tell that she didn't like the Hunger Games. The peacekeepers grab her and force her up onto the stage. She glares at them, but just stands there.

The lady giggles again. "Now, it's time for the boys." She grabs a paper from a different bowel and reads the name. "Nico Di Angelo."

My face pales even more than it already was. With joints stiff with shock, I mount the stage. The lady smiles happily at me. I stare out over the crowd silently.

"And here are District 2's tributes!" She shouts. "Clarrise La Rue and Nico Di Angelo!"

Peacekeepers then escort us to separate rooms in a large building that I'm guessing is the town hall. I pace back and forth in front of a couch silently. All I want to do is make skeletons burst from the ground and attack the peacekeepers, but for some reason, my powers wouldn't work. At that moment, the peacekeepers come back and lead Clarrise and me to a bullet train. I'm left in a bedroom by myself. The train starts moving a moment later. I just slump onto the bed in defeat.

How am I going to get out of this? I ask myself.

Jason

Everything seems to be moving a lot faster than I can keep up. One moment, I'm playing Capture-the-Flag in the forests of Camp Half-Blood then in the next moment, Thalia and I are surrounded by kids our own age. We had woken up in a clearing.

"Where are we?" Thalia had asked, gripping her bow and arrows tightly.

At that moment, guys in white suits and helmets step from the trees. The level guns at us. I had to talk Thalia out of attacking the guys. Even though we both were children of Zeus/Jupiter, we wouldn't be able to take on these guys without becoming swiss cheese. The guys take Thalia's bow and arrows then march us towards a town square.

They march us up to a woman also in a white suit and helmet who's sitting at a table. She glances up at us.

"Name and age?" She demands.

"Jason Grace. 17." I mutter.

"Thalia Grace. 18." Thalia says through gritted teeth.

With a nod from the woman, Thalia and I are herded into separate groups with kids our own age.

What's going on? I mouth to Thalia as some video starts to play.

She shrugs and mouths back, I don't know.

When we turn back to the video, I nearly lose my lunch. The video was showing millions of people, men, women, and children, being killed in rebellions. The Capitol was supposedly being 'lenient' by forcing one girl and one boy from the remaining districts to fight to the death on national television. It was just sick. The video then ends and a man walks up onto the stage.

"Hello, citizens of District 3!" He says in a weird accent. I could see Thalia smirk slightly. "I think we should get right to it. Ladies first." He moves over to a bowel on his right. With a swift dip of his hand, he draws a name out of the bowel. He unfolds it and reads the name aloud. "Thalia Grace."

Thalia sets her jaw before marching up to the stage. The man smiles at her. "Now, for the guys." He draws a name out of a bowel on his left. He unfolds it and reads the name. "Jason Grace."

My face pales, but I immediately wipe it clean of emotions as I start towards the stage. I mount the stage and stand calmly next to Thalia. The man places a hand on our shoulders. "And here are this year's District 3 tributes! Thalia and Jason Grace!"

The men in white suits and helmets, peacekeepers, march us to separate rooms in a very large building. I just pace back and forth in front of the door for a couple minutes before the peacekeepers come back in. They herd us onto a huge train. I'm led to a room and left alone.

"What's going on?" I ask myself quietly as the train starts to move.