The Wrath of Winter (704th Hunger Games)

''The bells go ding, dong, ding dong... they sound REALLY scary.''

So hey, a SEQUEL to the 703rd. About time huh? This one is gonna be themed a little about DECEMBER, and with that CHRISTMASSSSSSSSSSS!

So, read below if your ready!

Prelude
These are a christmas themed games that will run through the month of December, with the grand finale happening on Christmas Eve (December 24th, may be earlier depending on how much I update). It will contain districts 0-15, and may include newcomers 16 and 17, depending how quickly the regular spots are filled. So get ready and get your ho-ho-ho on, because this is going to be a sleigh ride from TENNESSEE!

Rules

 * 1) I love comments. Even a stupid comment is still a comment. Be active, comment a lot, and support your tributes, and they will get much further than an abandoned one.
 * 2) 3 tribute limit AT FIRST. It might be (will be) raised depending on how the spots fill.

Tributes
(Note: There might be spots for districts 16 and 17. If they're filled, don't lose hope.)

Alliances
Careers: Araxie, Justice, Jacqueline, Lydia, Isla, Dempsey, Bellum, Lionel , Anna, Mercury

Anti-Careers: Lindell, Fairy, Salem, Chevron, Nicholas, Elia, Keila, Araise, Basil, Ashton, Coraline, Bluebell

Alliance 1:

2: Sage, Carina

3: 

4: 

5: 

6:

Loners:     Xerxes ,      Arlen, Taligelia, Nova, Talia, Emmalynn , Billie , Matthew,  Inter,  Jacob

Arena
The arena is a cold, snowy land where the sun rarely shines. Clouds cover the sky most of the time, and the nights are freezing and dangerous. The tributes start in a large snowy field, with many log buildings strung with christmas lights. This area represents Santa's Workshop, with the biggest building being the cornucopia lodge.

On the south and eastern sides of the arena lies a mighty pine forest. Snow covers the trees and ground, and while normally peaceful at day, the predators of the night will attack unprepared tributes. Fires are necessary to fight the cold, so you better know how to start one.

To the west is a large cliff with a deep ravine. Falling into the ravine is instant death. While mostly barren of anything, the cliff offers a mutt free enviroment, and if used correctly, the ravine can offer a great trap for dumber tributes.

To the north are mighty, frozen glaciers. A huge frozen lake spans over the northern reaches, but beware, some of the ice is thin. A tribute who falls under the ice may never see the surface again, and if they do, they'll more than likely freeze to death.



Brett Brawl, Victor of the 703rd Hunger Games
''Seiko rushes at me, her katana slashing inches from my face. I duck under her next swing, managing to ram my shoulder into her waist, tackling her to the ground. I raise my right hand, looking down at her as she looks back, fear in her eyes. I knew this was wrong, but it had to be done, or else I would die in her place. I brought my fist down, over and over, ignoring her screams of agony.''

My eyes fly open as I stare at the ceiling, my pulse rushing. Another nightmare. They never told me I would get these, yet here I was, still remembering how I finished off my former ally in brutal combat. Except it changed every time, from beheading, to drowning, and now, to a beating.

"Master Brawl." I hear the voice of my personal servant say. One of the perks of being a victor, the capitol sends you a cool little butler. "Yea, I'm good Gregor." Gregor, a sleek man who dresses nice, walks in, carrying a platter with a various assortment of food.

"Another nightmare I assume?" He asks in a rich accent. "Yea..." I say, trailing off as I still remembered all my victims. I betrayed my allies before the games were over. I knew they would do it sooner or later, so I acted on impulse. I can still remember the dirty looks of Districts 1, 2, and 4. You, a career from a non career district winning instead of our child's place. A thought no doubt running in their minds.

I sit down at the dining table of my victor's home in 5. My 2 surviving brothers had there own house in the same village, and would sometimes visit me. Other than that, I lived mostly alone, with Gregor leaving at night to go back to his home in the Capitol.

I decided to take a walk through the district, with Gregor on my heels. There was an uneasy feeling in the district as the market squabbled. Some townspeople had claimed to see vicious Waterbornes roaming near the district's edges, and many were frightened. I just brushed it off as nonsense. The last Waterborne was Mack, a former ally of mine who died on the 4th day.

A squadron of peacekeepers ran by, there footsteps in perfect sync. Something odd was going on, they were never this active. "My good sir, I think it'd be best if we were to leave this area immediately." Gregor says tugging on my arm. While part of me knew he was right, I wanted to get to the bottom of this.

Soon an explosion went off, as I saw a few citizens fly through the air. A fire soon sprung from it as gunfire began to sound from all sides. "Gregor! Alert my brothers of the invasion!" I order my butler. "But what about your sir?!" I take a look at him, before replying "These guys need my help."

I run to the carnage, noticing a huge hole blown out of the fence. Men and women in thick coats burst through the breach, firing their weapons at the peacekeepers. I duck behind a building, before reaching into my pocket. "I knew I'd need you someday." I say, loading my handgun and cocking it, as I emerge from my cover into the carnage.

I aim it, firing at an enemy running my direction. It takes three shots, but he finally falls over, as I steal his submachine gun. I aim that and open fire on the crowd of enemies, watching as a few of them fall. I reload the weapon, before feeling a searing pain in my gut.

I fall on my back, seeing a gaping bullet hole in my stomach. The rebel with the shotgun who had done this pumps his weapon, before aiming at me to finish the job. I prepare for the worst, when I see a blur ram into the rebel, sending him to the ground.

"I got ya Brett. We gotta get to the justice building!" I look up, seeing my older brother Rain. Gregor had succeeded. He carried me on his shoulder, as I looked back one last time. Last thing I saw was the rebels push the peacekeepers back, before I lost consciousness.

Dawn Pyres
"Nasty little rebel, aren't you?" My captor, a disgusting man from the capitol taunts as he punches me in the stomach. His two cronies hold my arms up, as the main peacekeeper sends his fist into my gut again. I try to recover, the breath knocked out of me, as I look up to my captor.

"Now tell me who was responsible for you terrorist attack on District 5!" The man shouts, getting saliva on my face from his poorly taken care of mouth. "Maybe if you had half a brain you'd figure it out!" I retort, grunting pain as he kicks me quiet hard in the side.

"Now now dear Jarvis. Let me handle this situation." A rich, offputting voice says from the shadows. Jarvis steps back, as a very tall man dressed in a nice suit emerges from the darkness. Along with his stature, the man had strange blue hair and frightening red eyes.

"Who the hell are you?" I spit out, looking the man in the eyes. "My name does not concern. All that should worry you is how much pain you'll feel if you do not reveal who led this attack." I let out a small laugh. "You think you can do better than your brute?"

The man pauses in his step, turning in my direction. He looks at me, and in a sweet voice says "Well, there's only one way to find out." He then motions for Jarvis to retrieve something, and soon enough, a large tank is rolled into the room, filled with water.

My training with the Waterbornes ever since my escape a year ago had shown me the many ways of surviving underwater for long amounts of time. This tank didn't scare me, but how familiar this man was did. Had I seen him somewhere before the games?

"A tank? You must be joking. Waterbornes can hold their breath for 5, 10 minutes." I say trying to sound cocky as possible. Maybe he'd lose his cool and I could exploit that.

"That's correct. But eventually, they'll need to breathe. No human has gills do they now? Secondly, you're not a Waterborne my dear." The man says. The peacekeepers looked confused as if they had grabbed the wrong person, but this man clearly knew they were right.

"Oh yeah?" I ask in a defiant tone. "Now now, let's not get ahead of ourselves... It's no mystery you're the shadow from 9, the wonderful Dawn Pyres."

It hit me then. Not many knew of my name in the capitol. They knew I won the 702nd, but thought I was dead after my stunt in District 4. Only one would figure out it was me, and that person was the son of my victim, President De Leone.

Immediately I'm hoisted up by the two men holding me, and soon thrown into the tank. I swim up and catch a breath of air, before De Leone looks down at me. "Last chance Miss Pyres."

I took in a huge gasp of air, before I was forced underwater. The water blurred my vision, but I could still make out the figures surrounding the tank. The really tall one was obviously De Leone, and the others were his goons.

Minutes passed as my lungs began to burn. The reflex to breathe was getting worse, and soon air bubbles began to escape from my lungs. I had to think of something fast, or I'd just be a drowned girl.

"The satchel!" The thought hits me as I dig into the satchel the peacekeepers forgot to take. I pull out a knife, and with what strength I have left, I stab it into the glass.

Immediately the tank begins to shatter, and water pours out, splashing the closest peacekeepers. I filter out as well, taking a huge gasp of air as I spring into action, ready to kill President De Leone and end this war between with him once and for all.

I bring my knife down on the closest peacekeeper, who was trying to get up after being blasted down by water. I grab his gun, quickly taking out two others with a few well placed shots. I hear shots go my way as I roll forward behind a shelf, avoiding the gunfire.

I reload my stolen P90, as I hear a grenade bounce at my feet. I jump from cover, spraying my gun towards Jarvis and President De Leone. De Leone stands behind Jarvis, who takes all the bullets. After his human shield is dead, the president throws him at me and begins to run.

I begin a fast chase after the president, who runs up a spiral staircase. He fires his revolver at my direction, but his shots are too wild and none of them hit. Eventually the chase reveals I was being held in the Justice Building's basement, as De Leone pauses in the main foyer.

We both fire at each other at the same time. A powerful round from his revolver strikes my shoulder, sending me to the ground. I know the bone must've been shattered by the powerful bullet, as I stand up and begin to run myself.

De Leone corners me, holding his revolver at my head. "Goodbye Miss Pyres." He says. Thinking quickly, I kick him in the balls, before busting the window behind me and jumping out of it. I hit the ground with a thud, sprinting through District 5.

An alarm sounds, and I knew the peacekeepers would chase me to hell and back. I run through the main gate of the District, out into the wilderness, which happens to be the mighty rocky mountains. I just had to reach the mountain gorge stronghold, and maybe I'd stand a chance.

Nicholas Mecha, District 5
I proofread over what I had just typed in. My newest blog post, the one to warn the others of making deals with the devil. After my expirience with him, I just wanted to warn anyone before they made the same mistake as me. No one should have to endure the things I had brought upon myself.

I looked at the time, noticing it was about time for me to attend the reaping. I left my home, noting what had happened in District 5 the past few weeks.

A group of rebels blew a hole in the fence and attempted to take the district for themselves. They injured the victor from last year, Brett Brawl, and killed many people. I had blamed Satan for sending the rebels to cause havoc, but the rumor was that it was the Waterbornes. I was twelve when they rebelled against the capitol, and I could remember their attempts at seizing District 5, a strategic place close to the Capitol.

I'm woken from my thoughts when I bump into a girl, who nearly falls. I catch her hand before she does, pulling her back to her feet. "I'm terribly sorry." I say, apologizing. The girl looks at me with beautiful blue eyes. Her beautiful face turns into a shy smile, as I'm surprised by her good looks.

"Don't worry about it." She says in a voice barely above a whisper. I could tell she was shy, as she kept looking down at her feet. Trying to make her feel more comfortable, I ask "Want to walk with me to the reaping?"

I begin to berate myself for asking such a question, before she responds with a quiet "Yes." Together, we begin to walk towards the town square.

"So what is your name?" I ask, trying to lighten the mood. "Talia. Your's?" She says quickly. "Nicholas. Nicholas Mecha." Talia smiles, before saying "That's a nice name." I crack a grin. I might be falling for this girl I'd barely just met.

We arrive in the reaping square, before we say our goodbyes and seperate ways. I file into the 16 year old boys, fitting in the crowd rather naturally. A woman with extremely high heels walks on the stage, her footsteps echoing in the silent district.

"Welcome lovelies of District 5! Today we are going to see who will be representing District 5 in the 704th Hunger Games!" No one responds to the lady, and after receiving such an awkward silence, the escort continues on with her speech.

"Ladies first, as usual." The woman walks to the bowl, drawing out a name in a dramatic fashion. "Talia Mignonette!" What a shame. I was beginning to enjoy her company, and she gets reaped for the Hunger Games.

"Now, the boys." The escort does the same exact thing, before drawing out a name. "Nicholas Mecha!" One thought quickly came to my mind. Satan.

"Have fun." A boy whispered in my ear. The devil in disguise no doubt. I nearly punched him, had the peacekeepers not come and fetched me like a hound.

"Your brave tributes from District 5, Nicholas Mecha, and Talia Mignonette!" We were led to the Justice Building, where I knew I'd spend my final moments in District 5 for a very long time.

Araxie Littlefoot, District 4 Female
Here it was, before my very eyes. The day, the one we had trained years for. The bloodbath, the most impactful day of the games. For careers like me, the goal was simple. Get to the cornucopia, grab your favorite weapon, and eliminate as many tributes as you could.

Before we go into our invidividual tribute rooms, my ally and close friend Justice (2M) pulls me away from the crowd of tributes. His tall stature always dwarfed my own mere height, and his eyes were a strange purple color, something that intrigued me.

"Araxie, remember our plan." He whispers "If the others end up betraying each other, we stick together, alright?" I nod, replying quietly "I understand. Let's go win us a games."

I walk to my private tribute room, knowing deep down only one of us might make it out of the games alive. I dreaded the day I'd have to meet Justice in combat, in that finale they have every games. It could happen to us, last year's games it came down to two former allies.

"Ah, Araxie, always looking as blue as the previous day." My stylist jokes, poking fun at my blue hair. "Thanks pretty boy." I reply, getting him to crack a smile. He was probably the most likeable person in the capitol, because he didn't treat me like a tribute, but like a normal person.

He hands me warm underclothes, a thick coat, gloves, boots, thermal socks, and anything that'll keep me warm. "Expect an arctic temperature. No sunny beaches here." I groan, having a strong hatred and fear of cold temperatures. It didn't help I came from District 4, where it never snows.

My stylist pats me on the back, sending me to the tube. I'd heard from our previous victors that this was one of the last sights many tributes saw. "Of course that won't help me any" I thought to myself as a metallic voice rang over the intercom.

"Ten seconds until lifting." I began to spend my final moments in pure silence, just thinking over everything I had been taught. "Use what you know best. Do what a good career would"

The tube begins to rise, as I close my eyes, anxious for these things to start already. I know I'm in the arena when wind bites my face, the chilly weather already hitting me hard.

I open my eyes, noticing I'm in a winter resort, gentle snow falling from the cloudy skies. It looks sorta dreamy, like it's not a real place. Apparently the games were taking place in a literal Christmas card.

"60, 59, 58..." The countdown had begun. I look around at all the tributes, taking notes on the two closest to me, Arlen (9M) and Jacqueline (14F).

From what I've seen from Arlen, he's a weak tribute. For one, he's a legal dwarf, standing at a mere 4'8". Two, he's very cowardly, as shown in training when it took just a little taunting from us to scare him. I wasn't really worried too much about Arlen anyways, and honestly, he'd probably be my first kill.

Jacqueline, on the other hand, was a fellow career. She was courageous and strong. Although freckled, she was bigger than me, standing at 5'9". From training, I could tell she would be one of the most dangerous careers, her spot on accuracy with throwing knives being her most dangerous skill.

The countdown was just about over now, as I got in position to leap from my platform. I set my eyes on a trident, it's metallic surface reflecting in the sun. "3, 2, 1... Let the Games begin." With those words, I lept from my platform, the fight for my life beginning.

Sage Mystic
My feet slosh in the snow, as I sprint towards the cornucopia. I had to find Carina, my sister, we had a plan, a simple one, but an effective one. I'd grab weapons, and she'd grab supplies. We'd escape, and no one dies. Easy peasy right?

I arrive into the metal horn, noticing a tribute (5F) leave as soon as I enter. I ignore her, instead ripping a tonfa, or what you commoners call a "nightstick", off the wall.

"Surprised they have these." I muse, inspecting the weapon, before a strong blow to the back of my head sends me to the floor. I slide myself backwards, rolling on my back to see my attacker. Just my luck, a career from District 13 slashes at me with his machete.

The blade rips into my flesh, making a gashing wound across my chest. I send my foot into the boy's knee in retalition, causing him to drop to the floor. Raising my nightstick, I swing down powerfully, getting two good shots on the boy's head.

Before I can land a third, he grabs my arm mid-swing, pinning it to the cornucopia wall as he slams his fist into my jaw. Stunned, I roll backwards, feeling a stinging pain in my chest as he boots my already open wound, sending me into the opposite wall.

Disorientated, I stagger to my feet, noticing I'm unarmed now. The 13 Male runs at me, machete thrusted in front of him. I grab a sword from the rack behind me, throwing it at the charging male. He ducks, and I watch the blade fly over easily.

I grab a second sword, this time slashing at the boy as he nears me. He brings his machete up to parry the attack, as he counterstrikes. He stabs forward, and I narrowly move to the side, as the momentum of his blow sends his weapon into the wall.

Taking the pause in his attack to my advantage, I grab my sword with both hands, cleaving down with tremendous force. The boy screams in agony as I sever both his hands, leaving him falling to the floor, two bleeding stumps all he has now.

Wishing to end this, I then thrust my sword's tip through the boy's head, piercing his skull and ending his life for good.

"You made quiet a mess." I hear a voice say behind me. I whirl around, coming face to face with my sister, Carina. "It gets the job done." I reply, but she just gives a sly smile. "You've had your fun, let's get out of here before a real tribute show's up."

Coraline Overton
"Keep running!" I think to myself as I grab a bag, slinging it over my shoulders. The alliances had actually split even, 12 careers, 12 anti careers out of the 34 total tributes. Our leader, Nicholas, wanted to play the bloodbath conservatively, sticking together and grabbing as much as possible without dying.

"Keep tight, looking at you Coraline!" Nicholas shouts over the carnage, as I remember I'm far ahead of the others. I wait for them to catch up, and when they do, I continue to move towards the cornucopia.

Most of the loners run from our large group, but one of them (7M) is gutsy enough to charge at us. Salem (0M) runs forward to meet the boy alone in combat, obviously understimating him.

"Salem, don't take him alone!" Nicholas shouts but the rebellious boy doesn't listen. Salem kicks the boy down, wrestling the 7 Male to the ground before raising his fist and constantly beating the kid into submission. Maybe he didn't need help.

However, the boy's easy trip to the ground was a ploy, and it tricks Salem. The boy pulls a knife out and stabs Salem in the throat, before the boy heaves Salem's limp body off him. The kid runs off with Salem's bag, but none of us dare follow, knowing we'd break ranks and probably suffer the same fate.

We reach the cornucopia, and I nearly vommit at the site. The career boy from 13 lays dead on the floor, his severed hands lying beside him. The corpse still bleeds everywhere, as I pinch my nose, carefully stepping over the pool of blood.

A lone career stands in the cornucopia (1M), but he doesn't make a move towards us. He just sits there and watches, obviously not one for being bloodthirsty. He leaves after we enter. I grab two daggers, my preferred weapons, and exit with my allies.

Having gathered everything, Nicholas takes the head of the group. "Alright, let's sprint as far from here as possible." He orders. No one denies his command, as we all take off running towards the heavily wooded forest. However, once we reach the forest, we find a surprise.

The same boy that killed Salem sits there trying to catch his breath. Now fully armed, we all surround the boy. I could sense the vibe of revenge coming off the antis, but Nicholas wasn't one for killing unless he felt someone was in danger.

Basil (11M), a boy closer to Salem during training, rushes forward, picking up a log and bashing the kid in the side of the head. I wince, unable to look away as Basil, in pure fury, takes the same log and continuously beats the 7 Male's skull in, until the boy's corpse is mangled beyond recognition.

After that gruesome sight, no one says a word, as we move on from the scene, wishing to get as far away from the Careers as possible.

Mercury Kwildor
"Damn!" I curse as I fail to run down the boy from 9. I didn't plan on killing him, I'm not one of those careers, just stealing back the stuff he took from the cornucopia. Knowing I had failed my allies, I decided to check the cornucopia for any tributes possibly hiding in it.

I walk through the cornucopia, noticing how dark the back of it is. I get the feeling of chills as I go to the back alone, running my hands against the wall. A chill runs up my spine as my 6th sense goes haywire, knowing something just isn't right.

I feel a sharp pain in the back of my thigh. I turn around, the boy from 10 ripping his knife out of my leg. He kicks the wounded leg, causing me to fall to the ground. My spear falls with a clang, rolling out of reach as I find myself crawling backwards away from the boy.

"The mighty career, caught off guard by a simple boy from rural District 10." The boy says sarcastically as he presses his legs on my arms, pinning them. "Typical. Venture alone and you'll die that way." He says, raising his knife to finish me.

"MERCURY!" Lydia shouts as she comes charging into save me. The boy hesitates, Lydia obviously not a part of his plan, as he hurriedely brings his knife down with both hands. It pierces my chest as I feel the blade go deep into my flesh.

Blood begins to pour from the wound as I begin to feel feint. Through darkening vision I watch as the boy gets up, grabbing my spear as he attempts to fight off Lydia. I'm instantly impressed by Lydia's fighting prowess, as she uses her sword like a third arm.

The 10 Male lunges forward with the spear, managing to wound Lydia. She cries out as the spear goes deep into her leg. I know for sure an artery is punctured when blood gushes out after the boy rips the spear out, and begin to feel ashamed. I might have not only got myself killed, but my ally as well.

After the grievous leg wound, Lydia fakes a high swing. The boy falls for it, ducking right into Lydia's good foot. He falls backwards, dropping the spear as Lydia stomps down on his chest, pinning him to the ground.

I think Lydia has won, until the boy throws a handful of dust into her eyes. Disorientated, Lydia stumbles backwards, trying to wipe her eyes. The boy then gets up before pulling Lydia into his knife, the blade entering her stomach. She looks like she's vommit, and I fear for the worst.

I had to do something or both of us would die. I feebly crawl forward, my chest wound still bleeding profusely. Lydia's backed up against the wall, fearing for her life. The boy brings his knife arm back, preparing for a wide slash to the throat. I wasn't going to let that happen.

With my strength, I grab the boy's shin, and pull him down. He falls forward, landing on his face. Lydia takes my assistance to her advantage, grabbing her sword and stabbing it down into the boy's back, over and over until we're sure he's dead.

The victory is short lived as she rushes over to me. My vision is nearly darkened by now, as I feel myself begin to slip. "Someone hurry! Mercury's in critical condition!" She says, ignoring her grave wounds. I can't hold on anymore, as I feel myself let go.

Taligelia Rendervault
I have everything I needed, now I just had to get away from the cornucopia. So many tributes had fought each other and a few had died. Wishing to not be the next, I began to sprint up a flight of stairs, heading towards the upper levels of the winter resort.

I reach the top of the stairs, pausing a moment to catch my breath. I soon find however I'm not alone, as a small girl with blonde hair stands up here, her back to me. My grip on my spear tightens, as I feel an unnerving vibe coming from this tribute.

"You're just in time for tea." The girl says. "Turn around!" I order, trying to take dominance of the situation. Maybe I could intimidate her to make her move.

The girl turns around, her face soft and her eyes closed. "Now's not the time to be rude dear. Scarlet doesn't like mean people." This girl was coo-coo. She was beginning to freak me out. "Step aside, now!" I shout more aggressively. "I wouldn't have done that." She says creepily.

Her eyes fly open, as she lets out a banshee scream. I'm frozen in fear as she begins to charge at me. "Come on Taligelia, do something!" My mind tells my body. I watch her draw a dagger, and upon seeing a weapon, instinct takes me over.

I throw my arm forward, hurling my spear towards the girl. I watch the metal polearm sail through the air, and slam into it's target. My spear pierces the girl in the chest, the force of the throw pushing her back a foot. She looks down at her wound, oddly calm.

Finally, the girl falls backwards, landing with a thud into the snow. I walk over, ripping the spear out of her, before stabbing it back into her head for good measure. I rip it back out, as I open the door to the resort, entering inside the building.

Immediately I'm blasted by warm air. The resort was heated nicely. It was a comfortable feeling, especially for me, deep south District 11.

I begin to walk through the floor I'm on, making myself to a long hallway with many doors on each side. The resort's rooms no doubt. My footsteps echo in the silent hall, the eery silence being the only other thing with me.

I take a quick look behind me, to make sure someone's not sneaking up on me. From the end of the hall I see a dark mass move quickly out of my field of view. Another tribute must've been following me.

My heart began to pound, feeling as if it was about to burst from my chest. Adrenaline had began to pump, my breathing was quickening. I was beginning to walk backwards now, when I nearly jumped out of my skin upon hearing a door slam open.

I turned instantly as the door whammed into me, knocking me backwards. Dazed, I saw a figure emerge from the room, yelling a warcry as she swung her fists at me. Her wild hooks hit me in the cheeks, as I dashed backwards, preparing my counter attack.

I thrust my spear forward, but the girl (0F) sidesteps it, kicking her leg out, her boot slamming into my knee. I let out a grunt of pain as our fight is taken to a flight of stairs, where I quickly begin descending, hoping the low ground will give me an advantage.

I make stabs at her legs as she chases me down the stairs, but she manages to avoid each one. I stab forward again, but she surprises me, leaping from her position right on top of me, as we grab each other, both of us wrestling down the stairs.

After reaching the floor below, I kick her off me, standing up and quickly sprinting away from the girl. She'd beat me in unarmed combat, I knew that for sure.

I push open a glass door, as I lose my footing, falling to the ground. I quickly get up, looking to the see the girl from 0 bust through the door, shattering it. Our fight leads to the edge of a deep indoor pool, which I planned to use to my advantage.

She swings a downward blow, but then pulls out a trick. Out of her sleeve comes a huge bowie knife, which she grabs with her hand and stabs down on me. I grab her knife arm, using both my arms to push it away from her neck. The blade kept getting closer and closer, and I thought this would be the end of me, until I had one last option.

I grabbed the girl with my left arm, as I pulled her into the pull with me. We both sink underwater, our fight continuing despite being submerged. I slam my fist into her neck several times, trying to make her lose air as fast as possible. My plan works, as with each punch flurries of bubbles eject from her mouth.

I kick off her, trying to swim back to the surface. She grabs my foot, trying to keep me under, as she slashes her knife across my shins. I let out a long scream, my air bubbles and blood filling the water. I kick down harder, hearing a crack through the thick water, watching as the girl's nose pours blood from the kick.

I manage to surface, gasping a huge breath of air as I do, heaving myself out of the pool. I look down from the surface, watching the girl thrash around a bit more, before she finally drowns. I take a look at the slash wound on my shins, groaning as I do. "I hope I have a gauze roll." I mutter to myself, as I begin to look through my bag for anything to patch myself up with.

Basil Winters
After my outburst of rage, I had began to notice my fellow allies giving me quick looks. They had started to distrust me, and in a nervous alliance, distrust is deadly.

Well someone had to do it! I think to myself as I catch Lindell give me a nervous glance before looking away. That damn boy from 7 probably would've escaped again if I hadn't beaten his skull in. Besides, he killed Salem, the only other tribute in this alliance I even liked.

Our large alliance moves deeper and deeper into the snowfilled forest, when the cannons begin to start. '''BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! '''Six cannons total, meaning 28 tributes hadn't died in the bloodbath. I was surprised by the low number of deaths, probably because us antis left the cornucopia quickly, and the only deaths being the loners which were few.

We continue to trudge through the thick snow, the huge pines casting shadows over our alliance. The sky begins to darken, as the light begins to die out. Night was falling quickly, and I was pretty sure Nicholas had lead our alliance near the arena boundaries.

"Alright, that's enough walking for the day." Nicholas says, as everyone stops. A few tributes groan and fall to the ground, others begin gathering wood, obviously hating the cold weather. "Let's try to build a fire. We won't survive the night without one."

I grab the driest wood I can find, carrying it over to this large pile of brush we had began to make. I throw it on the top of the stack, watching as Fairy pulls out a couple matches and some oil.

The girl was mighty resourceful for someone from the capitol, and I immediately got a strange feeling from her. She was different than normal, something didn't seem right about her...

"Basil!" I hear my name and snap from my thoughts, turning to Nicholas. "You won't mind keeping first watch would you?" I shake my head, replying "No, I'm fine with that." Nicholas gives me a good smile, before walking off. I admired his people skills, but even then it would only get him so far.

After Fairy had started the huge fire, the snow around the pile began to melt, mint green grass springing up. The entire alliance huddled up near the fire as night fell, as I sat 10 or so feet from the rest, already feeling like an outcast because of my act of violence.

"They all think I'm a vicious person" I think to myself. ''"But I'm the only who can get the job finished." ''I take one last look back at my allies, who are socializing. "Gurantee not one of them could kill if their life depended on it."

Jacqueline Houston
As soon as the bloodbath ended, a heater had kicked on in the cornucopia, making the career base much much warmer. Mercury was in critical condition after the boy from ten had imbedded a knife into his chest. We didn't dare pull the knife out until we knew we had the right medical supplies.

I also had to clean up Bellum's remains, which wasn't the prettiest thing to do. Some tribute has severed both his hands before eventually impaling him through the chest. I never personally knew Bellum, I'm pretty sure no one did, but he was a stronger career that would've been nice to have.

Lydia's condition wasn't the greatest, with a stab wound in her gut and a major puncture wound in her right thigh. She was pale and weak from the blood loss, her punctured artery had to be tied with layers of bandages, and even cauterized with a match. Not real fun.

A real great way to start these games. One of us dead and two of us with injuries making them useless. From what I had seen of the antis, they only lost one tribute, the rest of them escaping unharmed. We would be at a major disadvantage if they were to strike.

I sit down, beginning to sharpen my throwing knives. I wished to be left alone for the night, already mad about the current situation. It's only the first night and we're already a mess.

I sling my freshly sharpened knives into my bag, setting it down on a crate as I go outside for some fresh air. I emerge from the cornucopia, the cold striking at my face, my breath becoming visible in a mist. The joys of winter I guess.

I look into the night sky, now not covered with thick clouds. It's very clear and starry, but I have to remind myself it's fake, that this is an artificial arena. But damn, it looks so real.

The first few notes of the anthem kick on, as I'm joined outside by Justice (2M) and Anna (15F). We say nothing to each other, as the first face appears in the sky.

The anti-career boy from 0 is the first to pop up. ''"One down, eleven to go." ''I say in my head, as the next face appears. The girl from 0, one of the more dangerous loners, also gone. Maybe these games didn't start as bad as I thought they did.

The girl from 3, who looked weak to me, shows up next. The 7 Male follows, another weakling who I wasn't surprised to see. The knife-nut from 10 is next, the boy being the cause of Lydia and Mercury's wounds. The final face in the sky is that of our old ally, Bellum, who might've been a powerful ally. With that, the anthem cuts off, and the night resumes.

"Who's dead?" Jacob (CM) asks. I honestly disliked Jacob, he had no skills of a career, yet somehow got in our alliance. "Hopefully you next." I mutter as I walk past him. He wouldn't be in this alliance much longer if I'm in it.

"6 down, one of them our own." Justice remarks to Lydia, who's watching over Mercury. Demspey is also around, looking as good as ever, as he keep an eye on the two injured tributes. "Any antis?" He asks, as Justice nods. "One."

Dempsey grins a bit, an act a little sadistic for him. I'd never thought he would grin about someone's death, but hey, he is a career. Wishing to get some rest, I go to the far back of the cornucopia, wrapping up in a sleeping bag, just wanting the day to end.

Day 1 Status Chart
Green : Healthy, no medicine or treatment needed.

Yellow : Minor Wound, treatment recommended, though not required.

Orange : Major Wound, treatment required, will kill tribute if not treated within a few days.

Red : Mortal Wound, needs heavy duty medicine and lots of rest, if not treated, will die in a day or less.

Black : Dead.

Matthew Brown
I woke up in my spot high up in the trees, at the very edge of the pine forest. My plan was simple: Spy on the careers until they all left the cornucopia, then dash in and take as much as I could carry before getting back to my spot in the trees.

The only thing I had gotten was a pair of binoculars, due to someone dropping them while running from the cornucopia. They'd been a great item for me to use, as I take them out, putting them to my eyes to take a look at the careers.

Already, two careers, the boy from 15 and boy from 1 are sparring each other with swords. The boy from 1 outmatches the one from 15 greatly, winning each time.

I avert my gaze to the left a bit, spotting the girl from 2, throwing her knives at a self made target several feet away. She scared me a lot, I knew she could easily kill me even if I was in a tree.

I look over the area, not able to find any other careers, so I assume they are all still asleep. Putting my binoculars in my pocket, I slide down on the tree, hitting the snowy ground with a crunch. I had to keep moving around, else the gamemakers send something after me.

I walk around the edge of the woods, careful to not catch the eye of the careers. I get behind the cornucopia, a blindspot for the others, as I quietly and slowly sneak around. I peek my head around the corner, noticing everyone inside are fast asleep.

I tiptoe inside, careful to not wake any of the sleeping careers. I bend over, grabbing a few bags of good supplies, putting everything I need in a large sack. It seems to be going good so far, it's just a little to easy.

I decide to find a weapon, one that would suit me well. I find it, a nicely made recurve bow, and a quiver full of arrows. I reach for it, but my short stature works against me, as it's just out of reach. I clamber on a crate, reaching again, quickly snatching it. However, my victory is short lived, as the swords hanging up near it clatter to the ground.

None of the careers wake, but I can hear the ones outside begin talking about the noise. "What in the world? Don't think another one's woke up do you?" I hear one voice call. I take off running, hearing a female tribute cry out as I step on her, running out of the cornucopia.

The girl from 2 is blindsided by me as I ram into her. We both fall to the ground, my items clanging everywhere. I quickly grab the sack I collected. The girl from 2 is dazed and trying to stand back up, but the boys from 1 and 15 still block my exit.

"Get the little shit!" I hear the girl from 2 shout at the two boys. I run in between them, ducking under the boy from 15's sword, watching as it scrapes across the boy from 1's midsection. His blood splatters on my face, as I continue running, hearing shouting behind me. I'd done it now.

Lydia Waterborne
I heard a great deal of commotion, and thinking we were under attack, I grabbed my sword in preparation for an attack. But it wasn't an ambush, but a lot of shouting about a tribute escaping. This couldn't be good.

I walk out of the cornucopia, my leg stiff from the bad wound, but it had stopped bleeding, the bandages doing there job. My stomach wound was a lot more minor than it looked, so I think I would be better, but Mercury was still barely hanging on.

"You fools! I can't believe you couldn't kill a little, WEAK tribute from district eight!" I hear Jacqueline shouting angrily at Lionel and Inter, the latter who had a slash across his gut. "You idiots managed to hit each other, not the real target!"

"Enough Jacqueline." A deep voice calls out. Our leader, Justice, walks out, investigating the scene. It's easy to tell Jacqueline is mad that someone told her to hush, but not even she will challenge Justice. "What seems to be the problem here?"

"Well, if you want to know, Inter and Lionel here couldn't stop the boy from 8 from sneaking into the cornucopia and escaping with supplies!" Jacqueline huffs. "If you'd kept watch instead of throwing knives, maybe you would have seen him coming!" Inter fires back, taking his wound surprisingly well.

"It seems all three of you are at fault here." Justice muses, but it only gets worse from here, when Dempsey runs out of the cornucopia. "What is it boy?" Justice asks, to which Dempsey replies "Jacob, he took off in the night, took quiet a few things with him."

Justice immediately draws his sword, making everyone flinch, before stabbing it into the snow. He was visibly angered at our dropping numbers. With Jacob gone and Inter's injury, only 7 of us were still perfectly healthy, meaning if antis were to attack, we'd be outnumbered.

"Lionel, come here." Justice said through gritted teeth. Lionel stepped forward, shaking with fear. We all knew what was coming, or so we thought.

In a quick flash, Justice's sword was out of the snow, as it plowed through Lionel's neck, sending his head sailing off into the snow. '''BOOM! '''A cannon sounded, representing the boy's death. "Let this be a lesson to the rest of you. I don't tolerate constant failure. You may be next."

With that, Justice went back inside the cornucopia, leaving the rest of us to be shocked at the sight of Lionel's headless corpse. Not one of us said a single word, as we went back to what were doing, trying to forget the sight of our former ally's death.

Nicholas Mecha
After hearing the first cannon of the day, the antis were on edge. The careers must've been hunting, and were probably in these woods right now. We'd started building fortifications with the abundant amounts of wood, and I was grateful to have Elia, who was masterful when it came to woodcutting being from District 7.

"Things going great?" I ask Elia, who brings her ax down on a log, splitting it in half with ease. "Good enough I guess." She replies. I nod my head, investigating the small wall we had constructed. "Where did you learn to do things like this?"

"My parents owned a lumber company. Some days I'd sneak off and see what they did. Learned a thing or two about woodworking." Elia replied, bringing her axe out of another log and resting it on her shoulder. "But you know, they never even had time to raise me."

"How so?" I ask, wishing to know my allies on a personal level. "Well, when I was born, my mother didn't even name me. She just handed me to a servant girl, someone I consider my real mother. Her name was Kasha, and she had a daughter of her own, Jully."

Intrigued by her tale, I sat down on a tree stump. "Go on." Elia continues her story. "We grew up close together, like a pair of real sisters. I had to keep it a secret from my rich parents. They didn't approve of me hanging out with people with lesser wealth."

"Then my brother came into the world. I vowed to look after him, but with his birth more servants came in. I eventually fell for a boy named Julio." Elia continues. "The bastard cheated on me. I felt so stupid, so angry... like I'd been tricked..."

"I soon figured out, Julio wasn't the one. Jully... I loved her. I couldn't let her go into these games... so I took her place." I admired her selflessness, and actually wanted to help her get home, even if it would cost me my life. Apparently being a leader was harder than I thought.

Talia Mignonette
I sit alone in the middle of the frozen lake, having tested my weight on it to know that I would be fine. Surprisingly, it wasn't windy, despite the entire lake being barren. Just me, sitting alone. Just how I preferred it.

I walked over to the water hole that had been previously cut out. I refilled my canteen, enjoying the cold water. The water was fresh and clean, the bacteria in the water frozen and killed by the temperature. Or so I hoped at least.

I walked back to my supply stache, sitting down and enjoying a meal for lunch. Crackers, cold water, and dried fruit... boy oh boy, my favorite.

After enjoying the meal, I packed my bags up and decided to move further up the lake. I had to keep on the move so the careers wouldn't easily get me.

''"What's going to happen to me? Even if I do win, I'll have to kill someone eventually..." ''My thoughts trailed on, as I began to grow worried. I wasn't one for hurting people, it would be extremely tough for me to kill someone. I then snapped out of my thoughts when I heard a sickening crack.

I let out a small scream but it was instantly cut off as freezing cold water enveloped me. I swam up, trying to get out of the icey waters, but my hands didn't break the surface. Instead, they smacked right into solid ice.

I began to panic. I was trapped underwater. I couldn't get to the surface! I began to beat on the ice, but it did no good. I was going to drown!

I frantically searched my pockets for something, ANYTHING that could get me back to the surface. My lungs began to burn as my chest tightened, trying my hardest to hold my breath. Finally, I caught a break when I felt my hands clasp around my knife, the one weapon I had gotten.

I stabbed it into the ice, ripping it out and continuing to stab and stab. Air began to escape from my inflamed lungs, cold water begin to rush down my throat, as I gave one last stab, breaking through the ice. I propelled myself from the water, clambering back onto the frozen surface.

I lay on my belly, coughing up icey water as I catch my breath. I curl up, freezing from my time in the water, and I knew I'd have to start a fire or I would become a human popsicle.

Shivering madly, I jogged off the lake, heading into the resort. Soaking wet and freezing, I pushed open the door, blasted by the heat. I fell down right there in the lobby, breathing heavily, my run longer than I would like. I might not die from hypothermia.

Cold steel is placed against my throat, as my adrenaline pumps. I look up, seeing the girl from 11, her spear poised right at my neck. "W-w-what do you w-want?" I say, my voice quivering from a combination of the cold, fear, and my social anxiety.

She remains silent, and I think she's going to kill me. "Please... j-just take it!" I say, throwing my knife that's in my hand on the ground. The girl raises her eyebrows at me, lowering her spear. "I see you have no ill intent." She says powerfully, her voice giving me the chills.

"Yea..." I spit out in response. She extends her hand, and I accept her offer. She helps me up, giving me back my knife. "Why are you doing this?" I ask. "Wouldn't want to disarm a potential ally now would we?"

Inter National
I grimace a bit as Lydia (1F) stitches up my wound. "Welcome to the wounded club." She says sarcastically. "Guess Lionel won't be hurting you again will he now?"

Lionel... that wasn't right for Justice (2M) to kill him. He made a mistake, an accident, yet Justice interpreted that as a failure, and had him beheaded instantly.

"I'm sorry..." Lydia says, noticing my eyes avert her gaze. "It just wasn't right..." I mutter. "Lionel didn't mean to hurt me... it just kinda happened."

"Listen Inter, these are the Hunger Games, people are going to die. It's just how things work." Lydia replies gently, but I'm fed up. "Get out of my way Lydia. I hope you too will realize this isn't the alliance for you." I shove passed Lydia, grabbing my sword and bag.

"Inter, wait!" Lydia shouts, but I'm already sprinting from the cornucopia. I desert my former career allies, running into the snow forest. They want to unlawfully kill a person over a simple mistake, then they are not the alliance that I need to be with.

Carina Mystic
My brother Sage and I had been camped out by the ravine for the entire day. I hadn't heard but a sole cannon, sounding early this morning. Apparently these games had slowed down tremendously, and I knew soon we would have to start hunting ourselves.

I dig through my supplies, looking for a good meal to cook for dinner. The sun was low in the sky, the clouds finally clearing to reveal a beautiful orange sunset over the frozen lake. Despite being butt ass cold, this arena was very beautiful.

"Find anything good? Maybe a steak or something?" Sage asks. "I'm afraid not. Just two cans of beans." I open the cans up, planning on dumping their contents on a skillet for cooking.

"What kind of beans?" Sage asks. "Baked. Think they stick green beans in here or something?" I snap back. He looks disheartened, walking away for a bit to grab some firewood.

"Sometimes I wonder..." I think to myself. I loved Sage like the brother he was, but sometimes he could get on my nerves. Guess all siblings could do that.'''

Sage returns with a pile of sticks in his arms, throwing them down on the ground. I pour the cans worth of beans into a skillet, as Sage douses the stick pile with oil.

He sets it on fire with a match, as I watch the pile blaze. I stand up, holding the skillet over the flames, watching as the beans begin to sizzle as they heat up.

After they look warm enough, I sit down on a log, Sage taking his seat beside me. "Quiet an uneventful day don't you think?" He ask me. "Well, one cannon sure isn't much. Think the gamemakers are gonna send something nasty our way?"

"There's no way of telling. I just hope you're prepared when they do." My hand grasps my dagger. ''"I'm always ready." ''I think to myself, as I fill my stomach up with baked beans. "It's going to take more than an event to take me out"

Fairy Luck
I giggle a bit as I play with a match, watching the flame on it grow brighter and brighter. When it grows to big, I toss it into the snow, stepping on it before it spreads to the trees.

"Would you quit wasting those?" My "ally", Basil Winters spats at me. He wasn't very nice, and from what I have seen, very vicious.

"I got these from the cornucopia, I have the right to do this." I snap back. "Do you have the right to be stupid too?" Basil fires an insult my way.

"Excuse me?" I say, my feelings hurt. This asshole just called me stupid! I so badly wanted to turn him into something repulsive, like a slug. But I couldn't reveal my magic.... lord knows what they would do to me if they found out I was a witch.

"Quit wasting those matches, that's all I got to say." Basil says, getting up and walking away. I scoff as he leaves, as I prepare to light another match, just to spite him.

The first few notes of the anthem begin to play, as the antis huddle around, looking to the sky. Only one cannon had sounded today, and we were about to find out who it belonged too.

The boy from 15 appears. The antis cheer and shout, knowing that another career had fallen. None of us liked them, even Nicholas, who was normally even tempered despised them.

"Alright, everyone get some rest. We have a big day tomorrow, this fort isn't going to build itself." Nicholas shouts, as everyone begins to snug up next to the campfire. I find myself huddled against Keila and Blubell, looking up to the stars, and for the first time wondering, if I would have to kill one of these girls I was snuggled up with.

Day 2 Status Chart
Green : Healthy, no medicine or treatment needed.

<font style="color: #FFFF00">Yellow : Minor Wound, treatment recommended, though not required.

<font style="color: #F88017">Orange : Major Wound, treatment required, will kill tribute if not treated within a few days.

<font style="color: #FF0000">Red : Mortal Wound, needs heavy duty medicine and lots of rest, if not treated, will die in a day or less.

<font style="color: #0C090A">Black : Dead.

Justice Evergreen
I wake up in the morning, not getting much sleep after realizing my alliance was falling to pieces. If we didn't do something soon, the antis would win these games, and I'd be known as the greatest failure to be called a career tribute!

Dempsey, one of the few loyal careers, runs up to me, the good looking boy bearing bad news. "Another one took off into the night." I hold in my rage, waiting until I find out who it was. "Their name?"

"The girl from 15, Anna Tommie." I raise my sword up, noticing Dempsey flinch, before I just bury the weapon in the snow.

"Anything we can do about it?" Dempsey asks, as I shush him to think. These deserters needed to be eliminated, four our sakes. They were once careers, and would be our deadliest competition.

"Dempsey." I call out. "Yes Justice?" He responds. "Go get Jacqueline. I need to talk to her." He nods, running into the cornucopia.

I stand out there in the snowy ground alone, looking to the sky. ''"What have I done wrong?" ''I think to myself. The beheading didn't work, but that was to prove a point, to prove that I didn't accept failure.

"You called for me?" Jacqueline says, walking out of the cornucopia. I take my sword from the snow, sheathing it. "Yes Jacqueline, I have a plan, and I need you to listen to it."

Taligelia Rendervault
"Good morning." I say to Talia, trying to get my new ally to trust me. "Morning Taligelia." She replies. "How do you pronoounce that?" I just smile gently, trying to not look offended about my name.

"Just call me Tali if you want." I reply. "I would like that." Talia looks away shyly, saying "Alright, Tali it is." She was very timid, something that I began to notice more and more.

We walk down the stairs to go raid the cafeteria of the resort. The food here was rich and very delicious, and very plentiful. I'm surprised there wasn't more tributes here.

"Your shins feeling better?" Talia asks me, noticing my bandages from my wound on Day 1. "Yea, I think they're just scars now." Scars left on me by that damn girl from 0, who as far as I knew, was still floating around dead in the bottom of the pool.

I grab some of the foods and sit them on a trey, keeping a close watch at our surroundings. I had spotted a tribute here before, and they could still be in this very resort.

"You feeling alright?" Talia asks me, noticing my paranoid glances around the room. "I saw a tribute on Day 1 on the upper floors. They could still be here."

Talia grabs her dagger. Now I had her spooked as well. We continued our meal in silence, both of us really not the ones to talk a lot.

After finishing, I grab a few more food supplies to take to the room. After I grab what I need, Talia and I head back to the second floor, to room 208.

I sit down on the bed, as we lock the door, and barricade it with a wardrobe. We had enough supplies to stay in here for a week or so, do to the running water in the sink, and the food we just had collected. We wouldn't have to leave this room for a while.

Chevron Kissler
I was fed up with Ashton. The big oaf had constantly been taking my supplies as his own, apparently not realizing they were mine. I was just waiting for the bastard to try it again. He was going to get a lesson taught to him.

He came walking over to my pile of gear, where he began looking through a backpack of mine. None of my allies were awake yet, so this would be the perfect time to eliminate him.

I walked up to him, a knife extruding from my sleeve. I grab the handle of it, ready to kill Ashton. His back is turned to me, he won't see it coming. I raise the knife up, stabbing it down onto his back.

Ashton screams out in pain, as I pull the knife from his back and stab into it again. His size wouldn't help him now, as he was forced to the ground. He attempted to kick me away, but I jumped over his strike, stomping down onto his chest, knocking the wind from him.

"You shouldn't have touched my supplies Ashton." I say as I prepare for the final blow, a strike to the throat. "I didn't know they were your's!" I shake my head. "Such a bad liar."

I feel something tighten around my throat, as I'm pulled off of Ashton. I grab the attacker's arm, trying to pull it from my neck, but whoever it is has a strong grip. Ashton looks up in horror, the person choking me not being an ally, as I try to stab the tribute.

My stab fails though, as my opponent kicks the knife into the snow. I feel myself slipping away, as I go unconcsious, not knowing my killer.

Araise Hasting
The anti-careers were in a panic. We'd woken up to Ashton's screams, seeing him stabbed and bleeding badly. A few feet away, Chevron lay face first in the snow, a dagger imbedded into his back. We'd been trying to ask Ashton who did this, but he was still in shock.

My allies were throwing quick looks to Basil, who we all knew would probably do something like this. "What?" Basil asks angrily, mad that people were accusing him.

"I swear it was him! He insulted me last night, he must have been in a bad mood or something and finally snapped!" Fairy said, pointing a finger at Basil.

"Would you shut up already? You're honestly no contribution to this alliance." Basil replies rather calmly, and I think Fairy's going to go after him, but she doesn't.

"What is going on?" Nicholas says, arriving to the scene. We all respected him as our leader, even Basil to an extente.

Wanting to make myself known and not being another anti, I speak up. "Someone stabbed Ashton to near death and ended up killing Chevron."

Nicholas walks over to Chevron's body, ripping the knife out of the boy's corpse. He then flips the kids body over, showing us a dead looking Chevron.

"This knife wasn't the cause of death." Nicholas says. "No slashing wounds anywhere fatal. No stab wounds either. This was a strangling death."

"How do you know that?" Lindell says, speaking up. "Well, for one, Chevron's neck is heavily bruised, as if someone has squeezed it."

"For two, we have a witness, right Ashton?" Ashton is still shaking from the attack, managing to stutter out two words. "District... 1!"

Matthew Brown
I had managed to climb up a tree, and get as close to the top as I could. There, I slung the straps of my bags on the branches, all my supplies within reach.

From my position, I could see the careers mobilizing. They were all packing up supplies and weaponry. Something bad was about to happen.

I grab my binoculars, peering in them to get a closer look. Their leader, the boy from 2, seems to be shouting orders at his allies. I notice how much their numbers have dropped.

The girl from 1 is wrapped up in a few bandages, but otherwise gets around fine. Her district partner however is no where to be seen.

The girl from 2 looks dull, as if this event was going to be a waste of time. The boy from 4 is the exact opposite, looking ectastic.

The girl from 14 looks fearsome and ready, her aggressive gaze staring straight ahead. The boy from 14 is absent, but as far as I know, he's not dead.

Then they come marching out from the cornucopia, their serious look being very intimidating. They pass below my location, as I get ready for a lot of cannons. Something bad was about to go down.

Jacqueline Houston
I am in front of my allies quiet a bit. I needed to find and kill a deserter. My performance had been stagnant the entire games, and tonight, it would change.

Eventually I break from my allies, losing sight of them. I knew Justice had ordered us to stay close together, but I wanted to get a kill before one of my allies did. I had to prove I was worthy to be a co-leader.

I spotted him, right there leaned against a tree. Inter National, a former ally of mine, seemingly was just waiting. "Deserter!" I shout at him, readying my throwing knives.

"Oh Jacqueline, still blindly following that fool named Justice? I thought you would figure out he is a terrible leader, and would join me in leaving the alliance. But apparently your not smart enough." Inter speeches, drawing his sword from his blade.

"Well at least I have one thing you don't." I snap back. "What is that?" He questions. "Loyalty!" I shout as I hurl a throwing knife in his direction.

He sidesteps the projectile, sprinting towards me, sword ready. I hurl another knife his way, but somehow he deflects it. I curse, drawing my dagger as I prepare for melee combat.

He swings his sword at me, as I'm forced to roll under the high swing. I slash across his leg while I'm low, and he responds by stabbing his sword down. I jump away just in time, watching as his sword  buries into frozen ground. He pulls on it, as I spring back up, rushing him.

He quickly throws his arm out, smashing it into my throat, sending my on my back. He pins my body with his knees, as he begins to pound my head in. I grit my teeth, ignoring the pain as I raise my legs up, wrapping them around Inter's neck.

He then grabs my throat, squeezing it tightly as I try to choke him out with my leg hold. I feel like I might lose the breath holding battle, when I hear the sound of flesh being impaled. Inter falls off me, as a cannon booms loudly. BOOM!

"Don't leave us again Jacqueline." Justice says, ripping his sword from Inter's back. I brush myself off, until Justice points behind me.

A structure made of wood is in the forest. Inter led us straight to an alliance's base. The anti careers no doubt. "You know what to do. Burn it down." Justice orders me, as I prepare for a bigger fight.