"This year, you’re dealing with experienced killers." Haymitch stands on front of the screen, remote pointed. "I have no idea why Snow chose these people. They’re not even from the districts at all. And to top it all off, there’s an extra 24 tributes, like the last quarter quell?"
I glanced at Peeta worriedly. Not from the districts? “What do you mean?” I turned back to Haymitch. With a press of a button the screen came on.
“Tris Prior and Tobias Eaton.” A girl, about 16 or 17, with long brown hair. There’s a shot of her throwing knives at human-shaped targets that reminded me sickeningly of Clove. A boy, about 18 years old, in hand-to-hand combat with someone else. The boy easily overpowered his opponent and won within four seconds.
“Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson.” The girl with long blonde hair and strange grey eyes easily taking down targets with a bronze knife, reminding me of Cato. I swallowed the bile in my throat and forced myself to acknowledge the next one. The boy had jet black hair and sea green eyes, and there was a shot of him swimming. He quite literally jetted across the waters as if he could control them, and when he emerged on land, he seemed quite dry.
“Teresa and Thomas.” The two of them were a pair-they ran through a deadly obstacle course that looked like a giant maze, pausing only to use long wooden spears to kill ugly creatures that looked cross between a mechanical spider and a black ugly worm. Their ease in escaping-thouh terror qas clear on their faces-reminded me too much of Foxface. I rested my head on Peeta’s shoulder.
“Clarissa Morgenstern and Jace Herondale.” The girl held up what looked like a glowing pen and drew on her skin. As she drew, swirlig black lines seemed to spiral from the tip. When she finished drawing, she dissapeared. I stared at the screen, wondering if she had just turned invisible. The boy had two glowing swords, and he lept from a table to a thin wire to a chandelier while fighting hordes of what i could only describe as vampires. His jumps were impossibly high-ten, twenty, even thirty meters. 
“Who are they?” Peeta demanded, his face pale. “How will we kill them? They’ll best us in five seconds, tops.” 
Haymitch shrugged. “Make allies. It’s the best way.”
“They’re not human. They’re supernatural.” I blurted out. And looking at them, it was obvious. Percy-i think that was his name-seemed to control the waves. Clary hsd turned herself invisible. Jace had impossible speed and strength. “We can’t win.” I felt impossibly small, in the face of this obvious death. What a show it must be for the Capitol this year.
Haymitch shrugged and continued. “Susan and Peter Pevensie.” The girl-about 17- hsd a bow and arrows. Too similar to me. Her skills in archery were matched to mine, if not better. As we watched, she killed three armoured men, and then pulled an arrow from her quiver and threw it at another man, killing him. The boy-18 years old, i guessed- held a sword, easily besting a crowd of ten, fifteen armored men at once. At least they seemed a bit more normal-but they were still powerful, to say the least.
“Hermoine Granger and Harry Potter.” The two of them were holding sticks, running through a very damaged castle. I was about to laugh about it when they pointed the sticks and two jets of red lights flew from the tup and blasted a few hooded people away. My jaw dropped open. Magic. But that was impossible. Beside me, i coukd hear Peeta stuttering. 
“Th - that’s not possible.” He stammered, “Magic isn’t real. This is just a television.” 
Haymitch cut him off. “Snow’s up to something. I don’t know what, i just know that he’s up to something, and with these tributes this year, he’s determined to see you dead.”
And he seemed darn close to doing it. How would I kill the girl who could turn invisible? The boy who controlled water? The two magicians?
“Sadie and Carter Kane.” The girl pointed at a pair of locked doors and spoke some gibberish. Egyptian hieroglyphics glowed where she pointed, and the doors blasted apart. The boy was holding a curved sword, and as he charged forward, he glowed and lifted off the the ground, encased in a glowing avatar with the head of a falcon.
At this point I was near vomiting or fainting. This was too much. But there was more. I swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths. 
“These ones don’t have names. They’re just called Numbers Six and Four.” Invisibility, telekinesis, resistance to fire, super speed and strength, flashing hands. Too much.
I closed my eyes and ignored the flashing screen.
“Lena Duchannes and Ethan Wate.” I opened my eyes and saw the girl swirling her hands, creating a storm. I closed my eyes again after seeing hers-one eye was green, the other was yellow.
“Lena Haloway and Alex Sheathes.” They were a bit more normal. Vicious with the knives, through. I breathed a small sigh of relief and felt sick almost immediately. I was feeling relieved there would be easier people to kill. The games were changing me.
“And last, but not least, of the first batch, excluding you two, of course, is Tessa and Jem."