Kurt was led onto one of the trains the official’s from the Capital always used on their visits to the district. He had only ever seen it a few times and had always wondered since he was a little boy what it would look like inside but he had never expected he would actually get to find out. He was led into one of the carriages which had a few sofas and finger foods spread out on sliver trays for you to help yourself with. He felt someone grip onto his hand tightly. He looked down to see it was the female tribute. She had gone deathly pale, like she was going to be sick at any moment. Of course Kurt knew the reason straight away not only was it due to the fact her name had been picked but only three years earlier she had seen the same happen to her older sister. Kurt remembered that game quite well. It had been a desert arena which meant the tributes had little chance of hiding in trees or brushes and most of them had died due to dehydration within the first couple of days but Lilly who was 15 had managed to find the only water source in the whole arena. Her family had pretty much started to celebrate the fact that she had made it into the final 5 with no kills to her name but she had somehow survived every encounter she had made with a fellow tribute and that’s when disaster struck. Lilly had found the edge of the arena and of course the people back in mission control had sent her back running until she meet up with another tribute. Both were terrified of each other, both unarmed just staring at each other waiting for the other to make the first move. They stayed like this for a few minutes and then suddenly there was a loud bang throwing them both over a cliff edge. Lilly had been dangling just over it, her fingers digging into the sand below trying to grab a hold of anything to help lift her up. Then there were screams she looked down just below her to see the girl who had just been standing with her sitting on a ledge, her face bloody. Lilly looked a bit closer to find that she had lost most of her left side of her face, what was once an ear was now just a bloody hole and her left eye was no longer there. Lilly had managed to gently lower herself down on the small ledge. Should she help this girl? Or should she do what the game makers wanted. She looked back up to hear a voice, part of her wanted to scream for help to grab their attention but if she did that they would have been dead for sure. Then suddenly she felt her right foot give way and that was it. She fell to her death as her family watched on in horror at their home. The girl that she had tried to save had later gone onto win the games having managing to climb back up and took on the three reaming tributes which was a lucky feat since she had lost most of her face. Burt had always said that somehow made her stronger and more determined to win.

Kurt quickly gave the girl a smile before he slowly let a go of her hand. He couldn’t become attached to her because in two weeks they would be fighting each other to the death. He quickly grabbed the closest seat there was to him and sat down. He was so hungry and part of him just wanted to eat the food that was out for them but he needed to set a good impression if he wanted to survive.

Kurt spent that night on the train looking out of his window from his own little private room. The silk pyjamas they had provided him with were the most comfy thing he had ever warn. He looked up towards the stars thinking about all the tributes from his district that had travelled this route before him and how many had returned. In Kurt’s lifetime there had been none. The chances of district 12 getting a win were pretty slim everybody knew that. Not when you have the career districts, the ones that trained there young in the skills needed for the games before they would volunteer. Kurt had little chance against them, he didn’t know how to hunt, how to fight, how to kill. He decided that made it wasn’t best to think of these things and maybe the rest will do him good.

Before Kurt knew it they had arrived in the Capitol. He took a look out of the window, it was grander then he had ever imagined. He didn’t know what to look at first, he had never seen so many colours, in fact he was pretty sure that he hadn’t some of these colours in his life before. The train stopped and he was rushed out through the crowd of people all cheering his name. He quickly looked up unsure what to do until he heard a voice in his ear.
“Wave” It spoke as he felt his arm life up and start waving.
“Where...where are we going?” Kurt asked as he was rushed into one of the building.
“It’s time for the makeover” The voice replied excitedly.