Hey,

Well, this chapter was one that took so long. I'm so sorry for that. It didn't come that easy. Now it's done. It's an extra-long chapter and every character has an interview featured.

Enjoy and don't forget to review!

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Chapter 4: Tribute scores and interviews

Brittany district 5

Brittany waited for her name to be called. Yet she had no idea, what she had to show them. Brittany was not known in town as the smartest or the strongest. If someone was going to look for a winner, Brittany wouldn't be the person they would submit. Brittany was a sweet kind spirit, but most people in district 5 thought Brittany was a naïve little girl. That wasn't the truth, Brittany knew which person she could trust. And which person she couldn't trust. She wouldn't think of a friendship with Sugar or Tina. Santana on the other hand was different, she knew that bad guy act was just a pretending. Santana was pretending to be something she wasn't at all. Brittany knew better, but even sitting here. She didn't know what she would show the people.

She didn't have anything that made her better than everyone else. Not what these people saw as better anyway. She didn't have supernatural powers, she could read people's minds. Read their intentions before they could ever decide what they would do. In a way Brittany could see parts of the future, only the games were really strange to her. She couldn't see what was about to happen and that made her scared.
"Brittany, stop worrying." Blaine put a hand on her knee. "Just show them you can read their minds. They'll give you a high score. You don't know what kind of power that is, Brits."
"I don't know…" Brittany turned away. "But I don't think I will be able to impress them. I will not get a lot of sponsors, do you think you will able to get sponsors?"

"I don't think I'm going to good either…" Blaine smiled "I can show the high pitch noises I would use to distract the other tributes. But that's about it. I mean can you think about anything that would make me get high points."
"You're kind of good with a sword, Blaine." Brittany smiled "I mean you're really good. You can at least score an 8, which is impressive. But you won't be able to get my 2. At least it will make me look better…"
"Brittany don't be that way." Blaine turned to her. "You can also change what the other tributes see, you should show that to them."
"If I show that, they will see me as a danger." Brittany turned to him. "I mean I think the mind reading thing is already a danger. I don't even know what they're going to say to the fact I can see the future. They'll use me as a toy, they will turn the games so I will win. Not because I disserve to, but because I could be predicting any upraising the land will know. Get it? So I shouldn't show them any of it. I mean we're lucky they don't listen in to our conversations, that is only in the arena. Now we get the freedom to talk and in the arena we can get freedom to die…"

"Brittany…" Blaine turned to her. Right that moment her name was called out, fear got to her as she turned to Blaine. "They're calling you. Good luck!"
Brittany stood up, she walked towards the elevator that would bring her to the training centrum. Why was she even trying? She wouldn't get a high score, but maybe that would be her strength. Everyone else wouldn't bother to go after the young Brittany, and she would be the element of surprise in the game. She would be able to win. When she stepped in the room, everyone was watching her. One of the was Jake Puckerman, the same last name as the contest of district 12. Some people even thought they were related. But that was not something Puck ever wanted to hear. Brittany took a step on.

"Brittany S. Pearse." She blinked "District 5."
Brittany took a step forward and stared at the people. Their attention went to the chicken in the middle of the table. No one was even looking at her, because they didn't take her serious. That was mostly the chance. She slowly turned around and watched the weapons. She could show them how she could build a shelter. Yet that wouldn't be all to impressive. She stopped. They weren't watching her, she could do anything and get a low score at the same time. They didn't take her serious because of the training.
"Can you please stop looking at the turkey…" Brittany yelled "Mostly you think about getting out of here, and eating that damn thing in your office. But let me tell you something, you're not even half way. But you think the better half already passed by. Like Sugar and stuff. Yet, I disserve just as much of your attention. Especially because you Jake are thinking about how I will die, you think I will killed on the first day, since I am. Let's put this in your words: too dumb to function. Yeah, you can't hide that from me. Like I know you have an affair going on with Marley Rose, the girl who will interview us. You are too ashamed to admit it, because you think that president Hart likes her too. I thought the capitol was better than a cheap gossip home."
"You have our full attention…" Jake turned to her. "So, what is it you do? Accept of figuring out people's secrets."

"And what else do you do?" Brittany smiled "Accept sleeping with Marley and killing innocent people. Sleeping more with Marley?"
"That's none of your business." Jake stood up. "Show us something else. We can hardly give points for mind reading. It's rare, but it won't give you an advantage."
"Well…" Brittany smiled as she started to build an above ground. She knew that they weren't impressed with her. Why should they be? She slowly moved a few moments around the shelter. She slowly got under it. It was invisible to anyone. There was a place where she could shoot anyone. After a few moments Brittany got back up and walked out of the room. She stared at Blaine, when she got outside. He asked how she did. But she didn't answer at all. Why didn't she answer? She didn't want to. Simple.

Blaine District 5

Brittany didn't say anything to him. She just turned away, he knew that she didn't feel like talking. That wasn't a bad thing. Brittany was strange that way, she didn't love talking to people after something really big happened in her life. Blaine turned around and watched the elevator. A few seconds later his name was called out. He entered the room, they were all fully aware of his presence. He took a step on.

"Blaine Anderson, District 5."

Slowly he opened his mouth to demonstrate his high pitched vocal. They were all reaching for their ears, the noise seemed to hurt more than he expected. It took them a full minute to recover from the damage. In that time he could have killed them all. Blaine had taken a sword in that short moment. He showed off the forms he could make with the sword and how carful he could hit the object.

A few moment later he showed his talent with throwing knifes. He was able to hit every target. It was something his father had thought him when he was younger. Later he turned around, there was nothing. He left the house with silence. He stepped out of the room, to find Rachel Berry there. She was the tribute of district 6.
"Did you do good?" Rachel smiled
"I think so." Blaine turned to her. "Good luck, Rachel."

"You too, Blaine." Rachel stepped inside.

Rachel, district 6

Rachel turned away from Blaine. She followed the voice that called her to the training room. She had nothing to show them, there were a few plants. A few plants that she could make grow. She had scratched her skin and the blood was covering her clothes. She took a step on. The people were watching her.
"Rachel Berry." Rachel turned around. "District 6."

Rachel took a step towards the plants. They were death, Rachel guessed they hadn't took time to take care of the plants. It was something that made her sick.
"Do you think this is good?" Rachel turned around. "You should have respect for life, not choose to kill it. Well, you don't have respect for life. If you did, I wouldn't be here. Now did I? I mean after 73 years, you can't punish people for a rebellion that happened so long ago. Most of us haven't lived it."
Rachel put her hand on the plant. It grew bigger, as it started to show its flowers once more again. After that she walked towards the test of the flowers. She solved it within 30 seconds. She could see they were not impressed. Rachel believed that they would either give her and Artie very high points. So that the others would go after her. Or they would give her very low points. So the sponsors wouldn't give her much money. Rachel knew what they wanted to do. They wanted to show her dead on TV, so they could let her mother watch it all the time. They knew that her mother was a rebel, she was going to change the world. But they found out about it, and a small criminal offense turned in to imprisoned in the capital. Rachel turned around. She tried to show how well she could climb in trees, but she wasn't sure if they were still watching. After a few moments she climbed from the tree.

She stepped away from the room, back to the elevator. Had she screwed up? Did she even stand a fair chance? Or were they just seeing her in a way to punish her mother. She saw Artie as she stepped out of the elevator. Artie looked nervous to. He turned to her, Rachel wanted to do something to help him. Yet, she didn't know what she could do. Slowly Rachel put her hand on his shoulder.
"Rachel, do you think we stand a fair chance?" Artie turned to her. "You've thought it to, I mean either way they'll give us high points or low points. I mean just to make the others go after us. I mean maybe they'll give us 12."
"They've never given that score." Rachel smiled "Maybe once. Or twice."

"Well, they do anything to get us killed." Artie turned to her. "Especially you, your mom would be devastated with you gone. She would die, that's what they want. Shelby being a shell of herself."
"I know." Rachel turned to her. "look, what are you going to show?"
"Me building weapons." Artie turned to her. "Rachel, I…"

"Artie, if we survive this." Rachel put her hand on his shoulder. "We survive this together."

Quinn district 11

Quinn stared in front of her. Right now she wished she could hold Beth her child. She didn't want to fight to the dead, but she did want to go back home. However Quinn didn't want this to stay. She felt like making a difference. Quinn didn't want her daughter Beth to fear this games. She wanted to inspire rage. She wanted to make them mad and tell them rebellion was okay. Even if she died in the process. She stared at the flower Beth gave her, her mind wondered to Rachel right away. Rachel Berry, she wouldn't be able to kill her. Not if she stepped in front of her. Maybe Rachel wanted to work with her.

"Quinn, you're up." Matt whispered. "Good luck."

Quinn stepped towards the elevator and waited for it to go to the room. She stepped inside and felt how nerves washed over her. She turned to the challenge path. There were a lot of things were she could climb on. She was able to prove just how fast she was. Quinn stepped forward them.
"Quinn Fabbray." Quinn smiled "District 11."

Quinn started to tour. She started to run, she felt how the time passed by. Even how she got faster as everything around her moved. She finished the road on 21 seconds. It was an absolute challenge for her. Right after that she climbed on something and took a dart. She shot arrows in every mark. After that she jumped of it, in a very beautiful way. She made a few saltos and stopped in front of them.
"I can us any weapon…" Quinn smiled
"Thank you."

And Quinn once again walked towards the elevator. She smiled as she passed by Mike. She said good luck and walked to their apartment. Where everyone lived. She knew she would do great. As she stepped in the elevator, she saw Rachel. Rachel was going to her apartment too.
"How did it go?" Rachel turned to Quinn. "I hope you did well, Quinn."
"I did good, Rachel." Quinn turned to her. "I'm sure you did good too, Rachel. I mean you are amazing. Don't let the others make you feel less than you are. It's their loss."

"I don't want to be…" Rachel turned to Quinn. "I wish there was something I could do, to show them I'm not a piece in their plan. I wish I…"
"I know what you mean Rachel." Quinn turned to her. "Maybe we can do something."

"What do you mean Quinn?"

Kurt district 8

"Kurt, just admit it." Mercedes laughed "You think that Blaine is the one you should be with. You're in love with him. Why don't you make the moves on him? I mean you could be together."
"And then we die…" Kurt rolled his eyes. "You do know, if I want to win, I will have to kill Blaine. And you, and anyone who gets in the way. I don't want to kill you Mercedes."
"You're not going to kill me…" Mercedes smiled "I won't be around for a long time."
"Off course you will be around. "Kurt turned to her. "This games don't feel like the others. I think there's something going to happen. It's just a feeling I have."

"That's because we're part of them." Mercedes turned to them. "This games are different, because we will die in this one. I don't want to, but there is 24 of us. Only 1 will remain. We can't get around that fact. Until the last one stands…"
"What if we refuse to play along?" Kurt turned to her. "I mean what if we refuse to kill another. They can't make us right. I mean what are they going to do?"
"Make it really cold…" Mercedes turned to him. "Make a volcano, a forest fire. They can do anything. Kurt, if we don't kill each other, they will kill us. There's nothing we can do about that. Even if we can kill the careers. I think we'll have to understand that."
"Kurt, I don't think I want…" Mercedes turned to him. "maybe I just want to drown myself. Or eat something, I don't want to become a monster."
"We have to." Kurt turned to her. "It's kill or be killed. Just think of all of them as animals. Killing animals is okay. You know that right."
"I have never killed a mouse…" Mercedes smiled "Not even a fly."

"Well,…" Mercedes heard how her name was being said. She stood up and walked towards the elevator. She turned around and waved at Kurt. Kurt had a soft smile on his face and wished her luck. Kurt didn't want to think about the score. He was sure he would do okay, he wasn't that bad. He would however never get high points like Sugar or maybe even Santana. He noticed that the time didn't pass at all. He wanted this days to last forever. It wouldn't be that long. They would go to the place that would haunt their every day. The place where he would lose his best friend, or his best friend would lose him. Yet, he would never make it out alive. Some part of him wanted to show the world that he wasn't a part in their game. That they didn't need to be afraid. Stand up against them. But no one ever did. They just waited to die. There had be something. Kurt stood up and watched at the elevator to open up. However Mercedes didn't return for fifteen minutes. Kurt knew it could take that long. He wanted to bite his finger nails, but tried hard not to. Once the elevator doors opened, Mercedes stepped outside.
"I don't think they saw anything…" Mercedes replied "It's like they don't care at all."
"That's because they don't…" Kurt turned around. "We're just a number to them. I mean district 8 boy. That's what I am to them. They don't think we're anything."
"Well, Yeah." Mercedes stared at the elevator. "Quinn from distract 11 has a daughter. Can you imagine that this footage is all that child will ever have of her mother?"

"Poor girl." Kurt turned to the floor. "A child shouldn't grow up without her mother."
"And Rachel…" Mercedes stared at the floor. "Her mother was a hero in her district. They found one reason to put her in jail. When Rachel dies, they'll have footage to torture her. They call that: 'odds in our favor'. The odds are never in our favor."
"I have to go…" Kurt turned to her. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Kurt stepped in the elevator and pushed the button. He waited for the doors to slide open and to walk in their training room. He stepped in front of them. A part of him didn't want to tell his name, nor the district he was from. But it was a simple thing you needed to do. Right now you didn't want to piss of the game makers. If they hated you, you could end up worse than you were.
"Kurt Hummel." Kurt stared down. "District 8."

He stepped back and showed his talent in camouflage. He had no idea if it would impress them. He cared about sponsors, but now that bad. He tried to show them who he was, if they didn't like what they saw. Well, than it was their concern. It took him over fifteen minutes to show them all he could. After that, he didn't get a word of gratitude. Nor any word, there was nothing to show that they knew he was there. Kurt wanted to say something, yet he turned back to the elevator. When he stepped out of it, Sunshine was staring at him. She looked young, sweet and caring. Kurt couldn't imagine that he would ever hurt her. But this was his life , he knew that he had to do something. He had to take lives. It was killed or be killed. That was how life went.

Santana district 12

"Off course it brings them all together!" Puck cursed. "I mean it's our lives they're betting on. They're acting like it's all funny. They should put them in our shoes. I would like to see how long they'll be running around, reenacting our deaths."
"Just shuts it, Puck!" Santana turned around. "I cannot concentrate on thinking about how I'm going to ends your life. So let me find a really creative way?"

"You won't kill me…" Puck smiled "You like me too much. It's like Brittany, you won't be able to kill Brittany. You think she's pretty…"
"Shuts it puck or I'm going to kill you." Santana turned to him. There was a glare on her face. "I don't think Brittany is…"
"Admit it, you're not so hard as you look." Puck smiled "Well, I think she kind off likes you to. See it, you could be the two star cross lovers, united by your impossible love from two districts. The sponsors would eat it. People love you love."
"I don't love anyone." Santana turned around. "Why would I? It's more likely that the Berry girl will shag the big stupid whale. You know what I mean?"
"Good luck…" Puck said when Santana's name went through the speakers.

And right then and there Santana noticed that her mind went to Brittany. Was Puck right? Did Brittany really like her? And why was she letting her feelings get the better of her? Right out there, Brittany would kill her. Or she would kill Brittany in some way. Her mind screamed, she wouldn't harm Brittany. Some part of her wanted to protect her. Not because she was like her sister, but because she liked her. Brittany was something she was looking for. She had everything, Santana didn't. Brittany was full of life. She was full of spirit and the most beautiful girl in the room. Santana didn't find it weird that she liked her. She never liked the district 12 boys. And she always knew that somehow she was looking for a girlfriend instead of a boyfriend. It was her sister that teased her with it, knowing it was true. Somehow it were some of her most fondest memories.

Santana watched how the elevator went up. Puck was started to grow on her. She didn't believe that she was becoming softer. How would she be able to kill people if she started to care about the other tributes? Why did she care about Quinn who might never see her daughter again? Why did she care about Rachel, whose mother was imprisoned in the capital? And why did she love Brittany's smile? Why did she feel an admiration towards Will Schuester for taking his sisters place? And why did his devotion to Emma seem so amazing? Why was she becoming so soft? Why did she care?

Santana took a step on. Saying her name and district was something she had to say. Like it mattered to them? Her sister had done the same thing so many years ago. She had done the same test. Santana remembered that she got a 8. 8 was considered a high score, yet she hadn't made it far in the games. She only made it to the first day. She was killed , trying to take a bag. Santana wished she would have ran away. Maybe she would have survived longer. Santana didn't even know what she was doing. She knew that she was doing great, but her mind wasn't with her actions. Brittany, Rachel and Quinn haunted her mind. Sometimes her sister joined the party. Why had she volunteered for Suzy? She didn't believe her excuse anymore. Or maybe in her mind the image of Brittany had called her here. Maybe she was supposed to protect Brittany. Maybe she was here to help Brittany on her way to win.
When she finished she stared at the group of people. They only had one more person to go. And she could see that they would be happy to see them die. Tonight the points would be up. She was curious after her point. Would she get a high point or a low one? And would her score be the highest? Maybe not. She slowly walked to the elevator and stepped in it. It left and it returned her to Puck. Puck walked towards her. Her mouth wished him good luck, it had surprised her. Puck gave her a soft smile. 'May the odds be forever in your favor'. Santana stared down. She hoped something would happen. Someone would

Marley

Marley stared at herself in the mirror. She had seen Jake a few seconds ago when he handed her the results and gave her a kiss. She slowly moved the last string of hair behind her ear. For a moment Marley thought about the time of year. 24 souls competing to the dead. There was a part of her that didn't like the games. But the same part didn't miss anything of the games. Why did she like watching people die? It was like a reality show, or maybe even one of those fiction show. She always had a favorite, usually they didn't win. Yet, it was Marley's job not to like any of the tributes. She had to make them all look good. It was easy with some people, like the ones of district 1,2 and 4. It were the other districts that didn't want to talk to her. It seemed like they blamed her for the games. Well, maybe she was to blame. She didn't talk about how wrong the games could be. Yet, she thought somehow the districts disserved it. She thought rebellion had to be punished. People like Shelby Corcoran couldn't be punished to hard. In Marley's mind going against the capital was a criminal offense. She didn't think it was wrong that Shelby's daughter had to pay.

She noticed that the screens behind her were turned on. She knew that in a few minutes they would going live. She was supposed to tell Panem the scores of all the tributes. Marley fixed her hair again and asked for a last touch of make-up. Than the scream turned on. Marley smiled for a moment as she stared at the monitor. The scores were appearing on there.
"Let's start this…" Marley smiled "This year the new tributes are something, aren't they. Let's start with the tribute scores. Sugar with a score of 10, Mike with a score of 9, Finn with a score of 7, followed by Lauren with a score of 10. We'll go on, Will with a score of 6 and Emma with a score of 3."

"After that Sebastian with a score of 10, Tina with a score of 3, Brittany with a score of 11, Blaine with a score of 8. Artie with a score of 12, Rachel with a score of 12. Followed by Becky from district 7 with a score of 4 and Rory with a score of 3. From district 8 Mercedes and Kurt with both a score of 7. From district 9 Sunshine with a score of 9 and Jesse with a score of 6." Marley turned to the camera "And Sam with a score of 6, Harmony with a score of 8. From district 11 Quinn with a score of 9 and Matt with a score of 4. And finally from district 12 Santana with a score of 11 and Puck with a score o 10."

Marley noticed how the camera turned off. Tomorrow was the most important moment. Tomorrow she would do the interviews. The interviews was her favorite part from the whole games. The one in the beginning and the one in the end. She wanted to ask all kind of questions. It was the moment she wanted to know everything about this tributes. Really everything. Marley turned around and walked out of the room. A date with Jake sounded great right now.

Emma district 3

Emma turned away from the screen. She didn't think the score of 3 was good. She expected a bit more. A four was something she should have gotten. Not the 3 she did get. Why was she even here? Right now she wanted to go home. She didn't care what she had to do. She would take anything over this torture. Yet, she couldn't get out of here. Will turned to her. He was worried about Emma, his score was only 6. It was not good, but he didn't worry about people coming after him right away. Emma, with a score of 3 didn't need to worry about that. If they both ran away ran away from the Cornucopia, they would stand a chance.

"Will, I have a 3." Emma saw how the rest of the people left the room. "we're going to die, aren't we? Will, at least we die together. I won't play this game…"
"Emma!"
"Look Will, either I die and you have to go on without me. Or the other way around. I can't live like that. I stepped in here to save your sister, and I did that. I don't want to play this game, and I'm not to. I don't know if you will. But I won't try. I think I'm going to step of before you can. It will explode. I decide how I die. And I won't go from the hands of some district 1 career. I want to go with pride. I don't know about you…"
"Emma, please!"

"I'm choosing the best way out." Emma turned to him. "I'm not a part of their game, I won't play their game. So, I won't. Do you understand, Will. If you play, you'll stop being you. When I go down, I want to still be me. That's why I…"
"Emma, you can't just think like that!" Will pulled her in his arms. "I love you!"
"It's final, Will." Emma turned around. "I'm not playing."

Rachel district 6

Rachel turned towards Artie in panic. Her eyes were almost blood red. Like she was trying to figure something out. Artie tried to take her hand, but Rachel pulled it away. She walked to the other side of the room and started to punch the wall. She knew that her performance wasn't worth a 12. She hadn't done anything, and she didn't disserve that high score. She merely pissed them off by asking why they were still keeping this games. Calling them not respectful towards life would buy her a death ticket. If the others didn't get her, the game makers would get her.
"Rachel, calm down."

"I'm going to die." Rachel turned around. "They're going to go after us. We didn't disserve this points. I mean we're not better than Sugar. They just did it, to make everyone go after us. They want to make my mom suffer. I don't want her to see it over and over again! I want my mom!"
"Rachel!" Artie broke down. "We're both scared. We'll make it. I… You'll make it."
"Artie, I'm not going anywhere without you!" Rachel turned towards him. "I'm not leaving you behind. You are my friend, and I would never leave you. I will fight to get you out of there. I'm not leaving you. Don't you dare leave me!"
"I wouldn't want to…" Artie turned to the wall. "We're not in the best scenario right now. They want us dead. How are we going to survive when people want us dead? I think…"
"NO, Artie." Rachel put her hand on his shoulder. "We'll get out of there."

"Without weapons."
"We can make those." Rachel smiled "You need to get as far away as possible. While I and the grass will look for two bags. We need something, not in the Cornucopia."
"Rachel, that could be your dead." Artie screamed "You know how bad it gets!"
"Well, Artie…" Rachel turned to him. "I have to take the chance."
"How do I survive without you Rachel?" Artie turned to him. "You can't take any risks. You need to stay safe Rachel. Please…"

Sugar district 1

Sugar woke up on the morning of the interviews. She walked towards her closet and threw something on her body. She took breakfast and made her way to her stylist. He would dress her for the interviews tonight. Sugar was very pleased with her result. She however couldn't understand how some people had a higher score than her. Specially Artie, the wheelchair boy and Rachel the flower power girl. She could kill both of them in a heartbeat. And she would. Sugar planned out how she would kill them all. She had a painful dead planned for flower power girl Rachel, she knew her story. Everyone did. Rachel's mom was a criminal. And by hurting her daughter, she would be torturing two people. Sugar smiled. Some people might ask how Sugar got to this state. Her parents had brought her up like this. They told her that killing was okay. It was okay to kill people. And they wanted her to enter the Hunger games. When Sugar turned 16, her dream had come true.

Sugar at her pancakes, and stepped towards the door. She headed to the dressing room, her red dress was hanging from the closet. It would help with the idea people had about her. It was close to blood red. Sometimes it looked like she had pushed it in blood. It was disgusting to think that she could have done this. Yet, fear was something she didn't mind. After a few hours, she was dressed. Right now it was late in the evening. The show was going to begin. She knew, she wouldn't be the first on. That was Mike. Mike the person from district. Sugar admitted that she wouldn't mind killing him. But she needed to make an alliance with him. It was important. Everyone lined up and the waiting started.

Mike district 1

Mike slowly turned around and smiled at Sugar. The girl that he could hardly understand. Mike was a career tribute. But he wasn't like all of them. Killing people wasn't his favorite thing. Bringing pride to his parents and the district wasn't something he wanted. He was pushed in this business by his parents. There was no one to stand up for him, so he went to this games. Mike stared in front of him, and after a half hour he was called to the stage. Marley screamed his name as the stage people in the audience started to clap. Mike smiled as he bowed to the audience and sat down.

"Hello, Mike." Marley smiled
"Hey, Marley." Mike kissed her hand. "Can I say you look stunning?"
"Thank you." Marley smiled
"So, let's start the interview." Marley smiled "Well, did you expect you would be here today?"
"No, I thought I would get it next year. But look at me. I'm really determent to win." Mike replied "I really think I'm strong. And I know how to fight. I got that from my parents. My sibling is still training. I have a sister you know. She is really proud of me coming here."
"What about your parents?" Marley turned to him. "Are you parents proud?"
"Yes, my father won the hunger games. So did my mother. Actually they met because my father had to couch my mother. It was a match made in heaven."
"Do you hope to meet a girl like that?"
"Well, maybe I'll be so lucky." Mike smiled

"So Mike, how do you feel about Sugar the tribute from your district?" Marley turned to him. "Do you think people are right about her? Is she vicious?"
"She's determent to win." Mike nodded his head. "But aren't we all?"
"That's right." Marley smiled "I wish you all the luck in the world. Ladies and gentleman, Mike!"

Sugar district 1

Sugar made her way on the stage as Marley called out her name. Sugar wasn't nervous. She just shook her hand and sat down. Like it was something she did every day. In reality, she had practiced or this interview. She had a doll or parents that represented Marley. She would practice her interview skills, by questions her parents had written down. When the interview ended she stabbed the bear. Right now that was something she wasn't able to do. Sugar stared at Marley and smiled

"So, Sugar?" Marley smiled "You are quite famous. I mean even before your score you were known for being… well, scary. How do you feel about that?"
"I need to know that I will win." Sugar explained "I ear no one, and everyone that tries to get passed me will die. I will haunt them down, and I will kill them. It's not personal. This is just a game after all, one that I'm going to win."
"Sugar, how long have you looked forward to this?"
"All my life." Sugar smiled "I mean this is my dream. Bringing pride to my district is all I know. My parents were so proud when I got reaped. They were so enthusiastic. It was the happiest moment of my life. Only winning could make it better."
"Sugar, how do you feel about the possibility of you dying?"
"I don't let that negative thoughts in my head." Sugar smiled "I know what I want, and I go for it. I'm fast and I know how to hit something. I'm not born yesterday. If you fall asleep with me next to you, you will ask for me to kill you. I'm sorry, that's how the game is. "
"What do you think is important?"

"I want to give people a good show." Sugar smiled "I mean that's why people like the hunger games. The excitement, the blood. The things that happen and the gossip. It's why sponsors are around. They want to be a part of it. I mean after all, it's part of our tradition."
"Last point, what person do you think stand a chance to win?"
"I think I stand the biggest chance." Sugar smiled "But I see Santana survive for a long time. That is if I don't kill her off right away. After all, her sister was killed on the first day. We're not all the bright. That blond girl Brittany is the first to go. Her high score is just a coincidence. "
"So you will give people a show?"

"I will give them all it takes!"

Finn District 2

Why the hell did they pick me again? Finn turned around. Off course he wasn't the strongest guy of district 2, but he wouldn't die right away? Would he? I mean there was something about this interview that made him scared. If there was something he hadn't practiced it was this dam interview. I mean was that something you could prepare for? I mean practicing an interview the dumbest thing you could do. It took away any spontaneity you had. And Finn wanted to wanted to show exactly who he was. Finn noticed that Sugar stepped away from the stage. Sugar scared him, and he was a career tribute. There was something about the girl, and it wasn't her eyes. It was because of the way she talked. He knew she was exactly like that. Santana for example pretend to be a cold hearted bitch, with Sugar there was no pretending. Slowly he walked on the stage. He waved to the people. Finn was really charming. That was something that people liked about him. Finn didn't have to say the right things. He could get sponsors just by walking around. He was liked for just that. His score would help him, but that wasn't something he should think about right now.

"Finn, hey." Marley smiled "They are right, you are a charmer."
"Well, I have to admit that your beauty is something people aren't right about." Finn smiled "TV doesn't do your beauty justice. You're prettier than I expected."
"Thank you Finn." Marley blushed "See, ladies and gentleman. Charmer."
"Well, my father once said that every girl likes complements." Finn smiled "I really try to makeveryone feel good. I mean I'm a nice guy. In real life, now I'm going for the win. That's another thing about me. When I want something, I get it."
"Do you have an example?"
"Well, I wanted this girl and I stole her from that boy." Finn smiled "Everyone likes me."

"Well, I guessed so much." Marley smiled "Finn, do you think your charm is going to be your strength for the hunger games? Or will it be your strength?"
"A little of both…" Finn gave a charming smile. "I'm a lethal cocktail. People wouldn't fear someone as charming. That's my strength. I'll kill everyone that underestimates me."
"Finn, why did you volunteer on the age of 16?" Marley turned to him. "Most kids wait until they're 18. Why didn't you do the same?"
"Not everyone does…" Finn smiled "I was ready. I will do my best, and I will win."

"That's the spirit." Marley pulled him up and made him raise his arms in the sky. "Ladies and gentleman Finn Hudson!"

Lauren district 2

Lauren watched Finn's interview. He was doing great, for a moment she stood up. Slowly she stepped towards the stage. Her name would be called any moment now. She heard her name, with a determination she walked on the stage. She waved at the audience in a movement to make them like her. She sat down. Marley had a smile on her face. It was a smile no one believed. Yet Lauren didn't care. This interview was all about her.
"So Lauren.." Marley spoke "People talk about you, like they talk about Sugar. You are the two careers everyone fears the most. How does that feel?"
"I won't lie, Marley." Lauren smiled "It feels awesome. Being feared is the crown on year's work. I am strong, I'm determent to win this thing. People won't take this from me. People fear Sugar the most, but I'll be the surprise of the game. I'm worse than Sugar, trust me."

"Is that so?" Marley smiled "What is the most impressive thing you did?"
"Well, once I lifted a car." Lauren spoke "I dropped it on this persons toe. His foot had to be amputated. I'm proud of that every single day. I will drop stones on anyone. I have a high score, because I know how to fight."
"But you and Sugar didn't get the highest scores?" Marley spoke "How do you feel about people that beat your score? Like Santana, Brittany, Rachel and Artie?"
"I don't know what they showed…" Lauren smiled "But their power doesn't hold a candle to mine. I think it's a mistake the game makers made. They don't make many. Giving Rachel Berry a 12, was one of them. And how can a wheelchair kid get high points?"
"Will you be targeting them?"
"I'm sorry but I won't give away my strategy to win." Lauren smiled "I just warn everyone. I won't make their deaths so easy. Trust me…"

"Thank you, Lauren."

Will District 3

Will watched in fear as Lauren finished her interview. She was as dangerous as Sugar, she was going after everyone. Will turned to Emma, she was leaning back. She hadn't made up her mind yet. She told him she wouldn't play the game, and she wasn't planning to. Slowly he stood up. His name was called out. He stared at Emma, just to make her change her mind. Emma killing herself made him scared. He believed she would try to survive. When she told him, she wouldn't. He wanted to do something special. Help someone that was not from his district. In a way he wanted to take someone dangerous in his dead. Maybe one of the careers. One them who were dangerous to the others. Maybe she would do something.

"Hey Will…" Will sat down next to Marley. He had no idea how old she was, just that she only did the show for a few years. Will guessed she was in her early twenties. Maybe he was even the same age. "Will, your story is very touching. How is your sister?"
"I haven't heard of her since I departed." Will smiled "She came to say goodbye. She's scared for me. She wanted to go, but she couldn't."
"How do you feel about your girlfriend's sacrifice?" Marley spoke "Your girlfriend saved your sister. It's a double feeling, doesn't it?"
"My sister was having a child…" Will around. "She wouldn't stand a chance. She made me promise to return. I hope I won't have to turn her down."
"You will try…" Marley turned to him. "Panem is enchanted with your story. Your story gets you sponsors, but what about your strength?"
"I am determent to get home." Will smiled "So is Emma?"
"What would you do?"
"My life doesn't matter…" Will smiled "I would do everything to protect Emma. She needs to go home. I'm going to do everything in my power so she'll be the winner."

"Do you think you two stand a chance?"
"Never say no." Will smiled "We could be the big surprise of this game."

Emma district 3

Emma listened to Will. Some part in her was rolling her eyes. Will wasn't telling the truth, just like her he didn't see the chances of them winning. Emma didn't want to return with this trauma. She thought not returning was better than returning with blood on your hands. She would rather die innocent than die guilty. That was what she feared. She didn't want to become a monster. That was one of the things she feared the most. She wouldn't let herself be changed. Will talked about them being the surprise of the game. Yeah, her stepping of the step to early would do something. Yet she wasn't sure if people would even remember her. She remembered the people who dropped something, and were exploded. In a way Emma wanted to show what she could do. Yet she didn't want to murder anyone. Quinn, Rachel and Santana were broken souls. Even worse than her. Them dying would change something. Rachel and Quinn had someone waiting for them. Rachel had a mom, she even believed they gave Rachel high points on purpose. To make everyone go after them. She felt bad for Rachel Berry, the girl who seemed the charm itself.

"Emma from district 3!",Marley called her name.
Emma walked on the stage, she didn't want to be there. She would like to skip the interview itself. Yet she couldn't do that. This was the last thing she had to do. Emma smiled for a moment.
"Emma, what made you volunteer for Will's sister?"
"I needed to do…" Emma smiled "Sara was going to have a child. She was 9 months pregnant. She wouldn't stand a chance, it's wrong that the capital would even put her in there. When you're pregnant, you shouldn't be put in. I think it's not fair, and that's why I volunteered. Because I love Will's sister and I would die for her.

"Emma, what do you think Sara would say right now?"
"I think she would tell me to win." Emma smiled "To help her brother protect me. The sad thing is, that one of us will lose their life. Only one can win."
"Well, sometimes the game makers surprise you." Marley smiled "You never know if enough people cheer for you. Sometimes miracles do happen. I hope they happen for you two. Ladies and gentleman, our hero. Emma!"

Sebastian district 4

Sebastian smiled at Emma as she stepped of the stage. What a stupid woman, why would anyone come her to save someone else? He couldn't understand it. It would have been an honor for Sara to give pride to her district. Yet her child was more important to her. What was wrong with district 3, they weren't that great. The best districts were 1, 2 and 4. People were sophisticated there. People in the lower district. Specially 10, 11 and 12 were just plain wrong. He didn't like Santana, she was dumb and wouldn't even win. And Quinn Fabray was to kind to Rachel Berry, she was the daughter of a criminal. He would go for Rachel when he had the chance. He would slit her throat and kill her right away. It didn't matter how painful it was. Actually he wanted to cause her as much pain as possible. Than her mother would be punished for her crimes against the capitol. Sebastian turned to Tina, she was weak. A lot of people said it was an act, but Tina had something that didn't fit that act. She didn't talk to him. And when she did, she told him how she didn't do this to bring honor to her district. She said her parents made her do this. That was something he didn't like about Tina. She turned to him and glared at him. Tina told him, if he wanted to kill people he should. Yet she wouldn't let blood touch her fingers. Not if she didn't need to. Sebastian thought that was wrong. She was here, she should just kill people.

He heard his name and walked on the stage. Marley smiled at him as he hugged her. He as the first brave enough to go for a hug. He knew it wouldn't make the game makers mad, it wasn't like he had kissed her or so. Than he sat down, a smile appeared on his face. It seemed like he was happy, and in a way he was.
"Wow, you are really handsome." Marley smiled "So, you are really strong. You aren't as feared as Sugar and Lauren. But people still know your name. Why is that?"
"Well, it's because I stand a chance…" Sebastian spoke "I know how to find people, how to track them. And ten how to kill them. I don't show mercy to anyone. I am very determent to win this thing, Marley. And if I don't, I hope that someone will bring proud to my district."

"Bringing pride to your district seems very important to you?" Marley reacted "Why is that?"
"My ancestors were rebels. Well, I am ashamed of it. But I want to make people forget about the criminals in my past. I think everyone who dares to threaten the capitol deserves the death penalty. I mean they feed us, they take care of us. They make it so we have entertainment every year. The hunger games are the most important thing every year, and I'm proud to be here to represent my distract. If I win, I'll go home as a hero. But I'll know that criminals are being punished."
"What do you mean?" Marley spoke "Are you talking about the district 6 tribute Rachel Berry?"
"Yes. And her mother Shelby Corcoran." Sebastian smiled "I think there should be a harder punishment for trying to start a rebellion. I hope they'll use the dead of her daughter against her. People like that disserve as much pain as they get. She gave shame to district 6, I think it's wrong that it's the same of district 6 that will be representing the district. If it were up to me, I would execute Rachel Berry at this life show. That will show all those rebels out there. Rebellion should be punished harder. Now we give Rachel Berry an opportunity…"

"Wow, you are proud of your district." Marley smiled "And Panem itself."
"Always." Sebastian smiled "I'll have my pride. Always."

"Good luck."

Tina district 3

Tina rolled her eyes as Sebastian repeated his hurtful words towards Rachel Berry. He wasn't right. She felt like rebellion would be the best thing for their country. To get this hateful games to stop. Poor Rachel Berry and Shelby, they were both watching this. They weren't together. Tina was ashamed of her fellow tribute. How could he even say those words? Shelby was a good person, she was sure of it. People shouldn't be so hard on people. The capitol was bad. Really bad. She stepped on the stage as she heard her name. She smiled at Marley.
"I want to excuse myself for my fellow tribute…" Tina rolled her eyes. "He is full of shit."

"What do you mean?" Marley turned to her and raised her eyebrow.
"Shouldn't we have something as freedom of speech?" Tina stood up. "Isn't that what Shelby Corcoran did? Show us something fundamental is wrong with our country? She didn't spark rebellion, she sparkled truth. I mean people in district 12 are starving. Is that okay? Can't we give the money of the hunger games and the arena's to this people? The capitol inspires rebellion, because it doesn't care about anything. I mean why would they hurt people in this way…"
"Tina!"
"Because they want to see us in pain!" Tina turned to Marley. "You disgust me, Marley. You sit down and look at their crimes. It's just as wrong to watch evil being done and not doing anything, than doing it yourself. Shelby, you are a hero. And I will do everything to stand with them in the arena. Joe Hart is a monster! A monster! And I'm not ashamed of saying so. What can they do? Kill me faster? Well, I say take your best shot."
"Tina, you don't mean that I'm sure." Marley smiled "Are you trying to make an ironic point."
"Maybe" Tina smiled "But you will never know."

The people in the audience were staring at her. Tina stood up and clapped for herself. She pointed 3 fingers to the sky in grief for Shelby Corcoran. She knew she had brought shame to her family, but finally she had spoken her mind. She wouldn't be shut up again. And if she did, she send words of rebellion in the world. She stepped and Sebastian and knew that her alliance with him was broken. She laughed at him and turned away. Right now she was happy. She was going to die, but she died not being a part of their game. People had heard her words. They had taken it by heart. She had send help to Rachel. Chances were that everyone would go after her. Well, let them. Tina could handle them. She would no longer be silent.

Brittany district 5

She wanted to clap at the words of rebellion that Tina send in the world. But she knew that would make her a target like Tina was. She knew that if it really mattered Tina would belong to her alliance. She and Blaine would take her in. She wasn't like all of the career tributes. Everyone would go after her. Brittany didn't need to put more attention to herself. She needed to show people how charming she could be. She needed to show them everyone. They called her name. Slowly he stood up and walked towards Marley.
"Hello, Brittany…"

"I'm name after the old singer Brittany Spears." Brittany smiled "My name is Brittany Susan Pearce. Brittany S. Pearce. I'm really proud of my parents for that little thing."
"Well, that's…" Marley rolled her eyes. "Something."
"Well, at least I'm not sleeping with Jake the game maker." Brittany smiled "And I'm not thinking about doing it in front of all of this people. Marley, you really shouldn't have this ideas on the stage. That's kind of sick you know. We are keeping an interview, and you're thinking about showing Jake all corners of the room"
"Brittany, how did you feel when you got reaped?"
"Like I didn't live yet." Brittany turned away. "I had a girl back home where I was in love with. She laughed at me and stuff. And now I feel like I have a crush on the tribute of district 12, Santana. I think I love her. So I might be thinking about doing it with Santana, but you will never know."
"When did you know you were special?" It seemed like Marley was making fun of her.
"I'm not dumb if that's what you are talking about. And neither is Becky from district 7. I mean she's really sweet and stuff." Brittany spoke "I would rather be around her, than those career tributes. Their minds are disgusting. Each one of them, accept Tina. She's my hero. She has more balls than all of them combined. Specially Sebastian. I suspect district 3 has made a tiny mistake, sending two girls in the hunger games."
"Brittany…"
"He doesn't have enough balls to be a unicorn." Brittany smiled "And he underestimates me, he shouldn't. Since I have more heart than he does. All he thinks about is killing. Sometimes all you need is love. When he'll survive this, he'll only have millions of people who are disgusted with him."
"Brittany, what can we expect from you?"

"That's for me to know." Brittany smiled "And for you to find out. Even though you're going to bang Jake after this show and not think about any of us."

Blaine District 5

As Blaine watched Brittany in pride, he started to fear for her life. She hadn't done as much as Tina did. But she still made some kind of statement. The capitol wasn't taking her serious. No one took Brittany serious. That was her luck. He even believed that much people took Tina serious. Only the people of the poor districts. Blaine was proud that people dared to do that in their hour of dead. Brittany and Tina were so much braver as him. He wished he could do the same. He heard how they called her name. He stepped on the stage and turned to the people. He smiled.
"You're Blaine Anderson?" Marley turned to him. "So Blaine?"

"So Marley…" Blaine smiled. "Well, I'm happy to be here."
"We're happy to have you." Marley smiled "So is there someone you miss back home?"
"My brother Cooper." Blaine smiled "We're very close. I miss my parents too. Some of my friends, but it's nice to have Brittany with me. You can build a house on her, she's that sweet and dependent. I really feel luck with her as a friend and fellow tributes. And I'm very glad to meet so many people. I will try. I mean there are so many things I still want to do…"
"Who do you see as your biggest competition?"
"I think we shouldn't underestimate Kurt and Mercedes from district 8." Blaine smiled "I think people look at the career districts, but I think this year they'll fail. I'm sure we have the stronger components. I'm sure of it."
"Blaine you are very special…" Marley smiled "Seeing the good in everyone. Is there anyone back home that you like? "

"I might like this boy…" Blaine turned around. "But he's not back home. He's here…"
"Is he someone of the capitol?" Marley smiled "I'm sure he would go out with you, if win this."
"No, he's one of our fellow tributes." Blaine spoke "I wish I could tell him."

"Well, maybe…" Marley smiled "Love sells, maybe he feels the same way."
"I doubt that."

Artie District 6

Artie smiled as Blaine left the stage. He knew that when his district were done, they would be halfway. Even if they thought the best half had already passed by. They would be the half ones. And it meant the hunger games were coming closer and closer. They would be killing each other not tomorrow, but the day after tomorrow. Artie had no idea what he needed to say. He turned around to face Rachel.
"Just tell what's on your mind…" Rachel smiled "Show him who you are. Okay? Go, Artie. You need to get up there. Don't show them weakness."

"Okay."
"Good luck."

Artie followed the voice that called out to him. The audience welcomed him by a applause. Artie smiled as he rolled next to Marley. A smile appeared on his face.
"So how does it feel to know that your district has the highest traininingsscore?" Marley stared at him. "I mean were you surprised?"
"Well, I must have done something right…" Artie smiled "Right."
"Is there anyone you miss?"
"My dad." Artie looked at Marley. "My mother died when I was 4. I was left paralyzed. I wish I could just see my dad. He's very important to me. The most important in fact."

"Artie, what is your plan to survive?"
"I have a plan." Artie smiled "But sharing it on TV would set back my chances. I can say the following. I will try my best to keep my partner Rachel save."

Rachel District 6

Rachel noticed that she was called on the stage right after Artie left. She stepped on it, and tried to jump enthusiastically. She waved to everyone and showed them her star necklace. She had gotten it from her mother. She knew if she showed it on TV, her mother would be able to smile. She smiled for a moment and waved for the last time as she sat down.
"Hey Rachel…" Marley smiled "You have the highest score, how does that feel?"

"I feel very confident." Rachel lied "I feel like this score proves that I'm not the loser people see in me. Look at it, I can get the highest score. People have been looking down on me my whole life. It's my turn to show I'm powerful."
"Right." Marley smiled "How did you feel about the reaping?"

"I wasn't reaped." Rachel replied "People said I had the immediate honor to go to the games. They said I was lucky. I would have rather been home."
"What is it you miss?"
"My mom." Rachel turned to Marley. "She would hug me and tell me things would be okay. And they took her from me. I love my mom. And I would do anything to have her save with me. If I win this games, I'm getting her out of prison. I love my mom."
"If your mom was looking at this right now, what would you say?" Marley smiled
"Mommy, I love you." Rachel started to cry. "I love you so much. Please don't do anything to get yourself hurt. Mom, I love you."
"What will you do to get your mom back?" Marley turned to the audience.
"I will do everything it takes."

Rory district 7

Rory hadn't been making an impression on anyone. His personality wasn't enough to get sponsors to vote for him. And he was anything but strong. He considered Artie stronger than him and maybe even faster. What was he even doing here? He was only 14 years old and no one in his district would stand up for him and take his place. Could you blame them? He would never do it either. If someone else was send to this games, he wouldn't have volunteered. He had said goodbye to his parents and came to the capitol. He saw this as an experience. He would die after this. He didn't think he could survive the games. How would he? There were people with higher scores and better strengths. He had a three. One of the lowest scores ever.

He stepped on the stage. He walked towards his name and the clapping. This was one of the last moments he would see people smiling back at him. It was the first moment people were happy to see him. Even on the first day. It was the first time he was the center of the attention. He liked it, being important. He knew that.
"Hello, Rory." Marley smiled "So how did your reaping go?"

"Well, first Becky was reaped." Rory spoke "And well than I was reaped. I left my two sisters at home. They're younger than I am."
"What do you miss the most about home?"
"Everything." Rory smiled "The sunsets, playing with my friends. I know they're supporting me. And I like it. There are things that I wish I could say to my friends. I miss them, and I want to win this for them. And only them."

Becky district 7

Becky made her way on the stage. She was only 12, she would have rather stayed home with her parents. But no one in her town wanted to go in her place. So now she was here. Ready to show everyone that she didn't want to be forgotten. She smiled at Marley, she sat down and stared at Becky.
"Are you prepared for what is coming your way, Becky?"
"I'm very prepared Marley." Becky smiled as she stood up. "I have plans to survive. I might look small, but I'm fast after all. I know how to hide, I know how provide myself of food. I don't want people to forget about me. I'm fast, they won't be able to catch me and if they don't catch me. They can't kill me."

"That's the spirit Becky." Marley smiled "you are full of spirit, and tell me you're only 12 right?"
"Yes, My name was only in there twice." Becky smiled "I was unlucky to be pulled from it. I have to make the best of it. I want to win this, and I will use my intellect against them. The careers maybe strong, but strong won't help them survive. I will be able to survive long."
"I trust you will do your best…" Marley smiled

"I promised my friend I would return."
"And try you will."

Kurt district 8

Kurt stared at Mercedes. Did Blaine say there was a boy he liked? Was there someone of all the tributes that had stolen Blaine's heart. Maybe it was him, I mean he liked Blaine after all to. Santana had it easier. She was sure that Brittany liked her. With them it was different. Kurt wanted it to be him. There were butterflies every time he thought about Blaine. He was the most handsome boy he had ever met, he could imagine that Blaine was the one.

"I'm sure that it's you, Kurt." Mercedes smiled "I mean he has been talking to you, or at least looking at you. I mean you could be meant to be. Trust me."

"Meant to be." Kurt smiled "It's a beautiful tale, but we're in the games. If I wasn't here, I wouldn't have met the love of my life. How sick is that?"
"Very." Kurt smiled "So, I think I'm almost on…"
"Kurt you could be together for a short time…" Mercedes smiled "At least you knew love before you died. I've never felt that way. Look at me. I wish I could feel that way, just to know what it's like."

"Mercedes, it's weird." Kurt smiled "Strange, but amazing at the same time. I love him. I can't miss him, but at the same time I want him to be okay. Blaine could be the one."
"That's amazing Kurt." Mercedes smiled "Maybe there will be a miracle. You know."

"I have to go…" Kurt said as his name was called to the stage. He ran towards them. It was almost like he was happy about it. That was anything but the truth. Yet, he wanted to pretend he was.
"Wow; you are the first one to run on the stage!" Marley smiled "I liked it. So Kurt who would you like to kill? And why?"
"Are you serious?" Kurt raised an eyebrow. "You surely don't wait out about it. Well, I don't know who I would like to kill. I will have to kill people, but I don't go in the arena with a grudge against anyone. I feel like I should look after myself. Vengeance is a heavy burden to carry."
"Why do feel that way?" Marley turned to him.
"I've seen people carry vengeance with them for many years." Kurt explained "It's something that makes you unable to think. That's why the careers are so stupid. I want to remind everyone that they don't win every year. Most years someone else wins…"

"What do you want to say?" Marley smiled "What are your plans to win?"
"Go with the punches." Kurt smiled "Only I can win this all."
"I think you can too." Marley clapped as he stepped of the stage.

Mercedes District 8

Mercedes watched the interview of Kurt with a smile on her face. He was doing great. The people loved his presence and he hadn't told about his secret crush on Blaine. Now she would have to go on. She was nervous about speaking in front of all of those people. After her there would be 8 more people coming. Quinn and Santana were far by the most popular she believed. Quinn would win the public over she had done that. And Santana had done the same. She didn't know if she had. Mercedes was wearing a long black dress. She walked on the stage and turned to the people. She waved at them and sat down next to Marley.
"Hello, Mercedes." Marley smiled "How are you?"
"I'm fine Marley." Mercedes smiled "How are you?"
"I'm good." Marley nodded her head. She turned a bit towards Mercedes . "So who do you want to kill and why?"

"Well…" Mercedes smiled "I know Kurt talked about the heavy cross of vengeance. And it's not that I hold a grudge towards this girl. But I would love to get my hands on this Sugar girl. A girl that thinks murder is not wrong, is not someone I would like to have running around in the arena."
"That is very honest, Mercedes." Marley replied "So how do you feel about the games?"
"Honestly scared." Mercedes spoke up. "I mean it's just so weird to know that we'll go to the arena. A part of me is kind of nervous. Partly I'm excited."

"That's perfectly normal." Marley said "Mercedes, what is your plan to win the games?"
"If I told you, than I would have to kill you." Mercedes laughed. "No, I have a plan. I'm not sharing it on TV. I feel like it's safe in my head."
"Thank you Mercedes and may the odds be forever in your favor."

District 9 Jesse

Jesse stepped on the stage. The crowd called out for him. Jesse turned to him and started to sing a song. He was that excited. He jumped up and down and after a while he sat down next to Marley. Marley smiled at him.
"You have a voice on you…" Marley smiled "Is that your strength?"
"To get girls, yes." Jake replied "To win this things not. I have many talents, some that I didn't even show. I will be the surprise of this games. I promise that to you…"
"How will you be the surprise?" Marley asked

"If I answer that, it won't be a surprise."
"I wish you the best of luck."

Sunshine District 9

Sunshine stepped on the stage and right there and then she started to panic. Whenever Marley asked her a question she was unable to answer. Marley tried to make her talk, but nothing would come. She asked her after her home town and even how she wanted to win this game. The truth was that Sunshine didn't really want to win. She just wanted to die right now, jump of the tower. Too bad that wasn't something they could do. Sometimes she was able to say yes or no. There was nothing more she could say. She wasn't like Jesse. She was a bit different. Yet for her the interview took way to long. Yet all she could think about was the end. There was only one day left and then they would leave to their deaths. She had only one day to live. That was it.

Sam District 10

Sam was maybe the most handsome tribute of the bunch. Sam had very light blond hairs and was very strong. His muscles was something the girls liked about him. Sam was very confident and liked the girl he was send to the hunger games with. They weren't friends, but they were definitely friendly with each other. That was all they could say. Sam had a high score, higher than anyone else of his district. He was the first one that could win the hunger games for district 10. The first one in a long time. Or yet in a while.

Sam stepped on the stage showing his confidence. He didn't want to give the career tributes a reason to pick on him. He was strong and he showed that to them. They wouldn't be able to kill him so easy. He would fight until his last breath. That was who his parents made him. He shook Marley's hand, a smile appeared on her face.
"Wow, you really are handsome." Marley spoke "If I didn't have a boyfriend, I would date you."
"Thanks." Sam spoke "But I have a head on this beautiful body, a head that knows how to survive and knows things about weapons. I am strong and I'm fast enough. And I can be cruel if I want to be."
"Do you have any brothers or sisters?"
"I have a sister and a brother." Sam admitted "They're younger than I am. Much younger."

"Sam and you are 16?"
"Yes I am." Sam said "I am the oldest of my family. I have a girlfriend back home, she's Harmony's sister, Darla. We are very happy together. I hope at least one of us can go home."
"And what is she like?" Marley spoke "Your girlfriend."
"She's an artist." Sam spoke "She loves to draw."

Harmony district 10

Harmony stepped on the stage. There wasn't much she could tell about her. She was only 13 years old. She