Today was it. What he'd been waiting for, what he'd been training for for what felt like his entire life.

Today he would enter the madhouse they called the Hunger Games.

He could barely hear the drivel his escort was saying as they loaded him onto his pedestal, explosives loaded directly beneath him. One wrong move and it was all over. He faced the camera, giving a cocky, confident smile but inside he was sweating.

Come on, you can't get cold feat now. Justin chided himself. You're in it to win it.

"Tributes, get ready!" the announcer blared. "And may the odds-"

"Be ever in my favor," Justin said, determined as the canon blasted off.

He ran for the cornucopia automatically, knowing he'd be able to get some weapons and supplies. As he started getting closer to the giant golden structure, he silently cursed. Already, a few of the tributes were there, and she saw the girl from 12 run with a backpack, probably loaded with supplies.

He ducked as an axe blow from John decapitated a tribute from 5, a murderous gleam in his eyes. He suddenly turned the other way, barely deflecting an arrow from Awry, and ran away. Justin scrambled away, grabbing a knife. Close enough to what he was used to, but he'd prefer more.

He dashed away into the woods, risking a glance back, and saw-

No, was that... Logan? This by itself wouldn't have surprised Justin, but the way he was casually standing was a bit shocking, seeing as he had been almost dead a few days before. Now, he was picking at the leftover supplies, looking for something. He seemed to have found it.

Matches.

He lit one on fire, and started to burn the flagpole. His eyes stared defiantly at the sky, almost daring the Capitol to respond.

Oh, they will, Justin decided, not wanting to waste more time. It wasn't the flag that mattered, the Capitol probably had hundreds of them. It was what they symbolized. And he knew the feeling all too well.

Rebellion.

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Meanwhile....

Emily had hit the jackpot. She had found a small pond that couldn't be more than 5 feet wide, and smiled. The backpack she had gotten hadn't had much in it, to her surprise. A bit of medical supplies, and a clear bottle with bleach in it.

She knew a bit of bleach in the water and an hour of waiting would easily purify it. The only thing she was lacking was food. She had to admit that she wasn't the best hunter, but some of the plants looked like they were edible, and she even recognized a few from back home.

"Yes, this will do nicely," she heard a voice say behind her, and whipped around to see Josh, standing with Kalvin, both looking menacing.

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Logan was still getting used to walking again. This wasn't like before the crash. He felt faster, stronger, powerful. This was something different. Whatever they pumped into him had actually worked. 

He tested the sword, swinging it. Perfectly balanced, as all things should be. He looked back, and he could still see the flag pole going up in the flames. It was such an impulsive decision, and the game makers were sure to make his life harder for it, but it didn't matter.

He didn't want to be just a pawn in their games. As night approached he looked up into the sky, seeing the symbol of Panem floating in the sky, as the faces of the dead flashed above. Death after death after death, and for what? For their sick pleasure?

He hated these people and everything they stood for. Suddenly, his brooding was interrupted by a broken stick. 

"Who's there?" he asked, brandishing the sword he barely knew how to use.

"Me," the red headed girl from District 8 squeaked. "I've come to become allies."

2 Chapters in 1 day! Yay for me! I am so sorry for taking a big break from Wattpad, but I needed to focus on school. I hope you guys are doing well, and it's good to see you! More chapters to come along the way! 

(P.S, sorry for a kind of short chapter, but I wanted to get it out quickly. At least I'm back!)

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