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keepmeclose22 
Jason glanced up to where Daniel Drake was perched. Jason got a sickly feeling in his stomach, when Drake's eyes glared into his own blue ones. Jason just wanted this over, and the fact that Drake was just letting the tributes wait, was torture.
He finally pulled away from Drake's gaze, and turned back to Celeste. "When does this start?" He asked impatiently. He just wanted to get back to his sister. When she was born, he had made a promise to himself, that he would keep her safe from their parents. To him, this was breaking this promise. He couldn't bear to think what would happen to her if he died in the Games.
Matthias gagged when he looked up and saw Daniel Drake himself standing behind a window of a newly build building amidst the ruins. This man was seriously the most sadistic person Matthias had ever had the displeasure of making eye contact with, let alone standing near. Even his voice bothered Matthias. Thankfully he wasn't being laughed at by him again, like he was back in the District after the reaping, but he still saw the general contempt in Drake's eyes, almost certainly to say 'You're lower than me, deal with it!'.
At least Matthias wasn't the only one who hated Drake, by the looks of how Jason was looking back up at the man. Walking over towards him, Matthias could just overhear what he was saying to Celeste. "I don't think anyone knows exactly when the Games will start. At least, not one of us. For all we know, this right now could be this year's Games. I see weapons," he said, gesturing to the rocks, "but I'm not about to start killing people. Yet. I will if I have to." His voice had lowered as he spoke, becoming more of a whisper. He wasn't sure why, but it was probably best not to let many other people in on your thoughts. Thankfully only Jason and Celeste had heard him.