User:Enraptured Misfit/77th Annual Hunger Games

The Time Has Come



Welcome
Hello everyone. I'm here with my first games. They won't be very good written, but i hope they don't end up being too crappy. The plot for these games will be the same for my first writing, The Ultimate Bloodshedding (who was cancelled due to the lack of people reading), but other than this they will not have anything similiar.

These games will not be updated very regularly, so i'd appreciate if you comment and give me a helpful feedback while i don't update, so the rest of the updates can come in a highest quality.

Introduction
Since the second rebellion, peace takes place. Panem's citizens are happy as they never have been before. Months, years, centuries pass by and happiness grows, untill now. Yesterday, president Ira D'evoni came to power, after his loved father's death. What nobody knew is that Ira was his father's opposite. He wasn't kind or smart, instead, he was simply a sadistic monster.

As the sun appears in the sky, illuminating the glorious streets of the Capitol, most of its citizens start waking up, for a special day. They don't know what to expect, as no major announcement was made, altough president Ira requested all the significant citizens of the Capitol to be present on the Circle of the Town.

As for the districts, they shall have their televisions turned on. It is going to be a special day.

The president appears on his window, and a small, fragile girl places a microphone in front of him.

Claps and positive screams are released, but in one single gesture the president makes them stop.

- Attention, people of Panem - the president says, with his young, almost child-ish voice. - As you know, my loved father died four days ago. But instead of crying over his death, we need to keep our eyes on the future!

He exclaims, and people form all over Panem have they eyes glued to him.

- As i the knew president, i have the power to tell the pure truth. And the truth is, things are destined to change. It's all so wrong...can't you see?

The president is now gesturing like the maniac he really is.

- The rebellions happened because the Capitol denied to give proper attention to the districts, but the district themselves supposed to be slaves!

This sudden change on his voice makes each living soul on Panem freeze. Nobody knows what is going on.

- That said, the production of the districts must increase. - He says - Their time on work will increase from the regular 8 hours, to 13 hours.

Most people sigh, and the eldest inhabitants of the district have pure horror on their faces.

- But that's not just that. Among the other causes, i shall remind you of the main one. The Treaty of Treason shall overflow. The plenty of freedom we've been giving to the districts is wrong. Very wrong. With the approval of the council, i declare that the Games shall be re-established, and will happen as an annual event!

The Tributes
General Table

K E Y  – –

Chasodie Melon (District 4)
The unique glamour of the District 4 apartment is astounding. I walk around my room, sliding my finger through each single piece, a malicious grin on my face. Getting into the shiny porcelain bathroom, i giggle. The explosion of body lotions, shampoos, hair products, nail polishers and things i can't even name takes my breath. It seems like this place was made for me.

I can't explain what i feel right now. It seems like a mix of joy and envy, and it is something new for me. Ignoring it, i head to "my" closet, and open it.

Think about any color. Well, for each one of them, there was a piece of clothing. Apparently, we don't have any official training uniform, so i get a sleeveless white shirt, matching with soft-looking pants that people call jeans.

When i finish getting changed, i depart my room, and take the corridor that takes me to the dinning room, where my escort will be, along with a woman from a career district who is here to be my "mentor", and my district partner Deklyn or something.

As i get to the table, my mentor offers me a seat next to her and i take it.

- So... - I ask, trying to pull some sort of topic to the table.

My escort is too busy applying make-up, so i stare at my mentor and at that boy, my partner.

- What's your strategy for training? - My district partner asks, his mouth full of toast.

- And why would i tell you? - I ask.

- Well, we're district partners, so i thought that--

- You thought what? - I ask, as i get a piece of bread from a glass plate.

Dylan remains in silence. We eat the rest of our breakfast without saying a word. Then, the time to go training comes. My mentor warns us about it, and two avoxes guide me and Dylan - i think? - to an elevator.

The door swings open, revealing shiny weapons everywhere. I smile, walking into the direction of a circle where it seems like we must stay. Taking my place there, i watch as the other tributes come. Helpless bunnies. It will be funny to have my trident into their stomachs.

Zulfikar Zambrano (District 6)
- Over there, we have the fighting station. That is one of the mandatory activities, and you will be judged by your performance there.

I roll my eyes around, waiting for our trainer to finish her stupid speech about mandatory activities and non-allowed behaviours. I look to my left and see the girl from 7, glued to the ground with shaking hands. It is a bit sad to see people in such situation, but i managed to put into my merciful brain, that right now all the teenagers standing around me are competition.

It didn't work very well yet, tough. When the games were something annual, i remember from old tapes, that a few kids often joined each other, either to survive or to hunt down tributes.

Right now having someone to look after me in the arena doesn't sound like something bad. As i get dawned that the trainer is done with her mocking, i leave my place, looking around for something. At first, i don't know what i am looking for, but then i realize i need an alliance.

As a first try, i approach Alex, from the Capitol, at the throwing knives section. She carefully selects something like a dozen of knives from a pile, and then presses a red button. Alex goes crazy, throwing knives everywhere, always hitting the targets, howling and sighing like a freak as she preves her ability.

I leave that station without saying a word.

I look over to the baton combat station, one of the mandatory activities, as the trainer said, and see the girl from 7 again, getting beaten up badly by the girl from District 4, Chasodie, i think. I remember her foro the chariot rides, as the girl who slapped her stylist due to God-knows why.

Chasodie isn't the kind of person i'd like to have around, so ignoring the girl from 7's obvious failure, i move on. Soon the day will be over, and i need to find an alliance...

Blossom Breeze (District 12)
I groan as the girl from two elbows me in the stomach. I drive a punch at her face, but she dodges, and twists my arm.

- Awww! - I whisper.

- Any problem, Twelve? If you beg maybe i can slow down - Jaclyn says.

With all the energy left inside of me, i attempt to kick her, but she gets out of the way, and my leg hits the tough concrete of the coner of the martial arts station. I don't know why i came here, in first place. Maybe it was because of the cute instructor, but right now, with all the punches i've recieved in my head, i don't remember it very well. And the shootout in my district a few days ago also doesn't help much.

Another punch to my jaw brings me back to the reality, and i decide i've had enough of fight for today. Leaving the station, looking down, i see my district partner, Juniper (12), with the siblings from the different districts. Untill now, i don't get the reason why they're from separate districts, but i decided not to ask.

Looking at the board, i have another shock. I'm way too much bad, being almost on the end of the list, overpowering only Ophelia Zigler and Ella Volt, from 13 and 7 respectively.

For some reason, they're ranking us. I look to the top of the list, do don't see anything unexpected. The boy from 1 is on the top, followed by Jaclyn (2), the girl who beat me on the martial arts lesson, and then by Alex, from the Capitol.

Roaming around, don't having any idea about what to do, i end up in the edible plants station with Jeanna from 8 and Ella from 7.

Jeanna fully ignores me, but Ella fires a weak "hi".

- Hey! - I reply back. Who knows? They might be useful allies in the arena. - So, what are you doing there?

Ella just looks down, continuing what she was doing. Then i see Jeanna trying to push a purple-colored leaf through her throat, even tough the instructor is yelling at her, saying that it is poisonous. She soon throws the leaf away, kicking the air, and leaves the section.

Without her in here, i manage to have a healthy conversation with Ella, and the boy from 3 even joins us. So now i have an alliance. Sort of.

Dylan Murrow (District 4)
I watch in silence, giggling in my head, as i watch my district partner Chasodie (4)  on the trident throwing station by herself, doing whatever the hell she can to get the careers' attention.

Apparently, being a trident master isn't enough for them. So she tries a different approaching. She starts moving into attractive angles and purposely missing targets. The career boys approach her in seconds, and start "helping" her.

Knowing i don't want to see it, i just step back, trying to find something to do. My first plan was to spend time in the trident throwing station, but with the careers and Chasodie there, i think i'll just let it slide and try to learn something new.

I end up in the bow and arrows section, where i see Palace (11) and Jamieson (10) helping each other. Palace definetly knows how to wield a bow, while Jamieson seems helpless in this task.

They don't seem like a dangerous duo, and it might be good to have them with me in the arena. I decide to join them.

- Hi - I say. I think i seemed a bit harsh, maybe emotionless, but the first look doesn't care anyway.

- Hey! - Jamieson says. Palace keeps her position, but fires simple greetings for me, as she loads her bow.

I watch her arrow fly, and lodge a few inches away from the center of the target.

- Nice job! - I add, as she fires another arrow. This time she misses, and it lodges on a fake tree from the camouflage section.

The intructor murmurs something, and keeps the arrow into some sort of backpack.

- Why don't you try? - Jamieson says.

- No, it isn't exactly my most notable strength - I reply. He looks a bit disapointed, but doesn't say anything.

- Then what can you do!? - Palace gets into our conversation.

I point at the trident throwing station, where Chasodie is with her newly-found allies, the careers.

We start to get there, but the careers somewhat block us from entering the station.

- Move over. - One of the girls, Jaclyn (2), says.

Palace ignores her and breaks into their "fortress".

-Woah, we have a nervous chick in here! - Chasodie adds, a sadictic grin on her face.

- Leave her alone, Chasodie. - I butt into their conversation. Chasodie's grin disappears.

- Stay out of it, Deklyn. - Chasodie replies. Ouch. Deklyn? Where the hell did she get that from?

Before her and Palace can get into a heavy beating, Jamieson gets in their way, and pushes her away from that station. For some reason, i follow them, and they don't seem to care. I've found new allies, Chasodie. And you better watch out for us.

Calliope Antio (District 9)
''Ding! Ding! Ding!''

A bell chimes and I lower my hands, who were fighting with urge to make a decent fire. But now they find themselves into a mixture of red and soft pink, and i feel like i just burnt them.

- Lunch! - Our main instructor, Shauna, says.

A girl drops a sword into the hard ground, and sprints into the cafeteria, and then everyone leaves what they're doing, and run past me, shoving themselves to get into the door.

The career push and shove everyone, in order to claim the biggest table of the cafeteria for themselves. I don't move untill they disappear into the door. Then i stand up.

I'm the last one at the cafeteria, and a few tributes are already having their lunch. The careers are talking loudly and shooting bloodthirsty glances at the other tributes.

Waiting most people to be seated, i grab a plate and fill it with the best looking pieces of meat, bread, and things i can't even name. I take a seat on the back corner, near the table where the girl from 10 is eating.

She completely ignores everyone else's presence, and eats without taking the eyes of her plate. I eat my meal surprisingly quickly, and once i finish, half of the tributes are still eating.

Without looking back, i take the elevator and press the button with the number 9, and don't get my eyes off the streets of the Capitol as it starts going up. I'll miss this feeling when i get killed.

Elliott Harrison (District 2)
This afternoon, the District 2 apartment seems a bit lifeless. I can't find my escort anywhere, and my mentor is on his bedroom, recovering from a hungover.

This leaves me, my stylist and Jaclyn basically alone in our apartment. My stylist is on the dinning room, reading the newspaper. District 2 never actually had an official newspaper, but a few friends of mine did something very similiar back home. As for my district partner, Jaclyn, she is splattered around in the couch, switching the TV from channel to channel, and falling in delight as announcers on a few channels say something good about her.

I decide to stay in my bedroom, as today i'm not on the mood of joining Jaclyn at her "how-i-am-adored" parade. In my bedroom, i get a katana from the wall, who is there thanks to a kind-looking avox. Giving him a few food this thing was on my wall in a few minutes.

I', not going as i expected on training. Today i ended up placing #11, which isn't a good first impression for a career. Jaclyn, tough, finished the day in #3. She was on the second place, but with a pair of throwing knives the girl from the Capitol had the spot to herself. I'm pretty sure she is on the top of Jaclyn's "must die" list, if she has one.

Right now i don't hold any notable grudge against other tributes, but as all of us careers had agreed, our main target must be the trio consisting in 2 boys i can't remember now and Palace Lane (11).

Somehow, i fall asleep in my bed as i am re-watching the tribute parade. I'm woken up hours later, with my escort banging on my door telling me to meet her and the rest of the team on the dinning room, so they can have an idea about our training day. Doesn't my rank speak loudly enough?

Drayden Blaze (District 4)
It was amazing how well the Careers were going, and it was still day one. It is obvious that one of us is going to win the return of the Hunger Games, and i'd love ho have the honor.

I'm going well myself, being provided with an average rank of #10 and odds of 11-1. Some people could consider it rather low for a career tribute, but in my opinion anyone who thinks like that is wrong, and i'm really satisfied with myself.

Jeanna, though, doesn't seem to be happy. Since she first saw me joining the career alliance, we didn't trade a single word. The most far we got was when i told her to hand me the butter in the dinning table. Butter and a whisper. The closest of friendship we have untill now.

But we're technically into some sort of secret alliance. We both know that we couldn't bring ourselves to kill each other, and it obviously won't happen. But it doesn't mean i'll protect her.

If one of my allies ends up killing her, i wouldn't feel bad. I would have less weight on my shoulders. As for my allies, i think they're going pretty well. The ones who ended up being closest to me are Elliott (2) and Chasodie (4). As for the rest, we share the same ally relationship. Exchanging a few words, tolerating each other and laughing together. That's what it is like.

I realize i shouldn't be awake, as i need to rest for tomorrow, the second day of training, and where the mandatory tasks will take place. My allies are overly excited, so i'm pretty sure i'm the only nervous career. And that's something i need to change.

Zepheryna Jane (District 10)
The allarm clock woke me up minutes ago, but i don't feel like going down right now, for the obvious humilliation.

Today, all the sponsors and gamemakers will be watching us, even tough the private sessions don't even start today! These new rules are freaking me out right now, so ignoring Jamieson banging on my door, i bury my head into a pillow. And cry. Cry for everything i've been through, who will be nothing compared to i'll be in during the next few days.

But i need to try. People back home need me, just like i need them. My crying expression gets burned away instantly, and is replaced by a determined smile. I will try. And i will do it.

But to do that, i need to survive the next few hours...

Malia Ramos (District 5)
- Remember, smile and charm. They will love you! - My escort says, getting us ready to training today. Why it couldn't just be a regular training day? Why all the rich people from the Capitol will have to see us?

I'm not prepared yet. Yesterday i barely trained, and just stood in the sword station with Ria and Juniper. I won't even think about the sponsors' opinion about me. And my escort doesn't help much. She is acting like all we have to do is charm a bunch of rich people, which makes me wonder if she actually knows that we'll have to fight against other tributes today.

This method is a bit frightening, but if the Capitol provided it, i must just agree. My district partner Oliver finishes his breakfast, and the escort presses the button responsible for calling the elevator. As i enter it, i realize we're not alone. We're going to share our ride with the tributes from District 8 and District 10.

I feel extremely uncorfortable as the elevator goes down. Why? Well, there is a career shooting bloodthirty glances at me, even tough he is inches away. Pathetic.

When the door finally swings open, i'm the first one to leave, not even minding about waiting for Oliver. Then, to make my day even better, i run into Chasodie from 4. I don't stay to hear her mocking. She knows that if she even slap me, she will be banned from training, which obviously wouldn't be seen with good eyes by anyone from the Capitol.

She doesn't follow me, so i just get my place in a chair next to Ria.

- Hi - She says. - Are you nervous?

- No. - I reply.

A whistle sounds, and the first fight is announced. I sigh as i realize the ones going to the fighting station first are Oliver and Copper (1). The ending of the fight is announced in something like 20 seconds, and i don't even get my eyes of the hair of the person in front of me as Oliver is dragged away into the ward, bruised from the head to toe.

Well Ria, i'm not nervous. I'm terrified.

Tristan Ryder (District 13)
- Next pair up! District 13, male tribute, and District 11, male tribute! - Crap. Why i had to be picked so early?

I raise my head in time to see the boy from 11 shivering and standing up, with the sponsors staring at him like falcons. He takes his place on the left side of the circle, and i take my place on the opposite side. Assuming a phalanx position, i get ready to fight.

Ash assumes somewhat a crouching position. The trainer's whistle goes off. And i find myself charging at him. I'm bigger than him, that's obvious, which means he will appeal on using his knees and elbows to do something effective on me, but i won't let it happen. I close my left hand, making a fist, and drive it into Ash's belly. Surprisingly, he dodges and tries to knee me in the stomach, however, i twist his arm and punch his jaw. Most likely dislocating it.

Having him in a headlock, i attempt to shove him to the ground, but he gets free from my arms and elbows me in the chest. He tries to stand up, but before he can do it i kick him in the chest, as he falls to the ground.

1... 2... 3...

The whistle goes off and a few gamemakers clap. And i think i won.

Zepheryna Jane (District 10)
I watch as the fights go on, my eyes glued on the fighting station. I proudly watch Jamieson win against the boy from 3, and react with a sad expression as Ella hits the ground, Emilia standing victorious above the girl.

It is actually a bit weird that i wasn't called yet. With the luck i have, i will most likely be the last one, and have to wait untill all the other tributes get beaten up. But what worries me the most is who my oponnent is going to be. I just hope it isn't a career, tough. The rest of the tributes don't stand much of a threat. Any ideas i was having are stopped as Ryan Dennis(7) gives up from his fight against Dylan (4), allowing the boy to give a quick ending to their fight.

It means there are only 4 tributes left, all females. Chasodie, Blossom and Ria. One of them is going to be my oponnent.

- Next in the fighting station, Zepheryna Jane... - Oh no. Please don't be Chasodie, don't be Chasodie... - And Blossom Breeze.

It could've been worse i guess. Blossom is my size, and she doesn't seem like someone who will beat me up heavily. At least our fight will be quick.

Before i can ever realize, the fight begun and the whistle already sounded. Well, not exactly. Both of us don't know which position to take our how to attack, so we just stare at each other with scared expressions. Maybe this fight will take more time that i thought. After a few seconds, i know this is getting ridiculous, so i take the first move, charging at her. Our fight consists basically on she attacking and i blocking and vice-versa, untill it starts to get a bit boring. Most gamemakers aren't looking at us anymore, and i feel like them to be honest.

Suddenly, i feel my arm going into the wrong direction, and before it hits the wall i already realized my mistake. My hand hits the tough wall, and i shout in pain. Blossom trips me, and stands above me.

- I'm sorry - She says, raising her feet above my head. Then everything goes black.

Sheol Argos (District 1)
My dress is black like the darkness and my shoes are red like the blood that covers my past.

It couldn't be better.

As my name is announced, i don't need any guide to take me to the stage. My boots are already stepping the marble ground before Pablo even pronounces my name.

- Hello, Sheol! Looking stunning tonight!

I don't respond. I remain in silence. Even if i wanted to talk, i wouldn't.

- Hello, is someone nervous? - Pablo says.

Holy shit, will i need to point at my stitches?!? Can't this guy just see them? I won't talk. And if he doesn't know it i don't give a crap.

- So, Sheol, you need to talk, or the crowd will be disapointed! - He says.

Smart ass bitch. Using this tactic with me won't work. I giggle in my head, wanting this interview to last forever.

- So, Sheol... - He says.

Oh, so you don't know what to do? That's so sweet!

This interview won't go anywhere. I can see the Capitol citizens whispering to each other, don't having any idea about what's going on. Is everyone from this creepy place blind or what? I keep staring at Pablo, and he looks a bit unconfortable. I can do this staring game the whole night. Rolling your eyes around won't help, Pablo.

The crowd is starting havoc around, protesting and telling me to participate the interview. I stand up and send them a kiss, which makes them even more confused.

By the time my "interview" starts to unfold, people can't hold themselves anymore and are yelling at each other. Pablo remains speechless, untill the end of my interview is announced.

As i get booed off the stage, i can't hold a hysterical laugh, and with my stitches it sounds like i'm choking on blood.

My night is being perfect. But it will be nothing compared to tomorrow.

Chasodie Melon (District 4)
''Remember. Be the lady you're supposed to be.''

My escort's words are still glued to my head as the District 3 male gets "booed" off the stage, due to God-knows-why. I think the audience dislikes him naturally or something. In the arena i wouldn't mind plunging my trident into his brain. But i need to hold myself for now. I need to look wise, calm and seductive. That's the best i'll be able to do.

I really need to give my best shot, as my ally Sheol basically ruined our alliance with her stupid stitches.

But my appearance would speak by itself. I was put in a breath-taking pink, knee lenght dress, and i can't even count the height of my silver heels, matching my bracelets and head pins. There aren't words to describe me.

I'm not pretty. I'm not fabulous. I'm simply divine.

The audience calms down from Jin's interview, and it means it will be my turn.

- Well, let's greet our next tribute... - Our interviewer, Pablo Anto, announces.

- Your turn. - A man with black clothing who came out of nowhere says, and guides me to the front of the backstage.

- Let's welcome our Chasodie Melon!!!

As i emerge from the backstage, the audience cheers and claps. They love me, and the moment is mine. This is the best day ever!

Pablo points to the white seat next to him, and i take my place on it like a lady, as my escort taught me. I look at Pablo, a smile occupying my face from ear to ear, and the interview starts.

- So, Chasodie, how it is like to be here?

- Well, the way i pictured. But slightly less fabulous. - I say. It will be nice to start joking around.

- Oh come on, we don't suck that hard, do we? - he asks, his head turned into the direction of the audience.

They laugh, dropping their drinks and whatever the hell they also have on their hands, and nod in approval.

- Well, that is everyone against you, Chasodie. - He says.

- Well, you won. - I say, and allow myself to drop a gentle laugh.

- As usual. A malicious grin appears on his face -  But what "wowed" you the most since you arrived?

- Well, my room. I could spend my whole life there. There is make-up for a whole nation on the closet! - I say, curving my body a litle bit closer to Pablo.

- Well, i don't doubt that. - He says,

''Wheez! ''The whistle signalizing the end of my interview sounds.

- Well, i'm sorry Chasodie, we're running out of time. But i wish you the best of luck tomorrow! - He adds.

- So do i! - I saw, and we exchange bye's. As i walk away from the stage, the audience claps, and i thank them.

As i walk into the direction of the elevator, my allies Drayden and Ajax are howling my name. I wink at them, and walk away, don't looking behind.

Dylan Murrow (District 4)
Pathetic.

The interview so far were somewhat a surprise. If i were a Capitol citizen myself i'd be extremely disapointed with how the interviews were going. Untill now, we didn't have anything memorable. Everyone was trying to be funny, interesting and attractive.

My district partner Chasodie is a different i, because she only used the last item. I don't blame her for her beauty, but she doesn't need to be so arrogant. As the elevator door closes with Chasodie inside of it, i sigh. My turn.

As i'm guided to the stage, i try to remember my mentor's words, but for some reason i just can't think about anything right now. It seems pointless to get an angle, as i'm not talented or convincing, but Palace told me to be myself.

It is nice to have someone to look after you in the arena. My allies themselves seem like my district partners, - they obviously give me more support than my real one - and i can't imagine my life without them now.

Once i appear in the stage, the audience goes crazy, cheering and shouting my name. According to my mentor, i'm among the 10 favorite to win, which isn't bad. I might have at least one person willing to sponsor me something.

Today i'm dressed very nicely, in a blue shirt and black suit, with matching shoes. I think i even look pretty.

Taking a seat next to Pablo, i get ready for my interview.

- Well, welcome Dylan. Ho do you see the Capitol? - Very common way to start. I have an answer in mind.

- Well, i'd say with my eyes, but it is surpising that i wasn't blinded with the brightness you have in here! - Partially truth. My eyes still hurt.

- Well, that's nice to know. It was a complement, right? - Pablo says.

- I think so, right?! - I reply, and the audience agrees.

As the interview unfolds, i start to relax. I do feel confortable, and i even feel sad when the whistles sounds.

Heading off the stage among claps, i feel like i'm where i'm supposed to be. I just hope my feelings match my future.

Ria Ramos (District 6)
I'm so screwed.

I look back, at the other tributes, and they just tap their feet inpatiently. I got announced a few seconds ago, but for some reason i'm glued to my spot. My district partner, Zulfikar, shoves me, and i see myself walking to the stage.

I'm not ready. My interview will for sure be one of the momorable ones. But not in the god way.

As i emerge from the backstage, the audience cheers and claps, but not as they did to my sister or for the other ones who actually stand a chance in this game. I'm prettu sure they're cheering just for fun.

- Welcome, Ria. Please take a seat. - Pablo, our interviewer, says.

I stare at the empty white chair and lubberly sit on it. I sit like a lady, the only thing i can remember from my mentor's advice, but that was the only thing who stayed in my head before he drunk himself untill passing away. Then i was left without much useful advice.

- So, Ria, tell me. How it is like to have your sister with you in the games? - Pablo asks, staring the interview.

- Well, it is something... something that i didn't expect. Ever. - I reply, politely.

- I bet it is. What's your relationship like? Do you fight sometimes? - He asks.

- Well, i wouldn't say a lot. We fight about silly things, and soon i don't even remember why we're fighting - I reply, blushing.

The audience makes mixtures of "Owwww" and "How cute!", but return to a scary silence in a few seconds. Am i boring them or what?

- Oww, that's so cute! But tell me. What will you do about her in the games?

This question enters my ear in a bad moment. That is my biggest fear. I don't know what to do. I can't watch Malia die, but i can't just perish. I stay in silence, my eyes fully openned. I can feel Malia watching form the District 5 apartment.

- I... I... I would give my best shot. - I reply. What did i just say...

The whistle goes off. I don't say goodbye to Pablo. I just disappear, don't even staying for the claps. Or possibly the lack of them.

Calliope Antio (District 9)
- Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome... Calliope Antio!

Bile rushes over to the back of my throat as i hear my name being announced. I should've trained more!

Before i can even notice, i'm being escorted to the stage, and then, BAM. My interview begun.

- How are you doing tonight, Calliope? -Pablo asks. - Are you enjoying the Capitol so far?

I didn't even take a seat, but appárently he is already getting tired. I don't reply untill i take my seat, and then i start.

- I'm fine. Everything here is really pretty. - I reply

- Very well, tell us about your home? Any one special?

No. - i think - Everyone i love doesn't love me back. But i decide to lie.

- Yes. My brother, Jacob. - I say.

- What about your parents? Anyone special? - Pablo asks.

I can feel my eyes getting wet. All dead. All gone.

- No. Me and my brother take care of ourselves since we were very small.

- That's so sweet! Tell me about your brother. - Pablo says.

- Well, he is a nice person. And without him i don't know if i could be here.

And before Pablo can add something i don't want to reply, the whistle sounds, and we shake hands before i walk away. And this way the night ends for me.

Arena
On these games, the gamemakers decided to re-use a grassy landscape were a rebel camp stood. On that landscape, a lot of abandoned cabins can be seen through kilometters, but as someone goes deeper through the woods, they might have to face dangerous muttations or the traps from a tribe of savage people. The arena consists on a dirty, abandoned landscape where once a rebel camp was placed. Most of the landscape consists on deep woods, but some parts of it are easier to pass by. And more difficult to find. The safest zones are taken by the tribe of savage people. Through the arena a lot of traps from that tribe can be found, so the tributes better watch out.

Cornucopia Area
The Cornucopia is placed on the middle of the landscape. The highest horn is pointing to south, while the shortest to north. This year, though, there won't be any items on the outskirts. All the items will be placed inside of the Cornucopia, either splattered around or piled up. The Cornucopia will be twice the size of a regular Cornucopia, and it will be square-shaped, with entrances on its for sides, meaning that the tributes will be placed in a complete circle around it.

Arena Outfits

This year's outfits are nearly identical. They both are made for the arena's hot weather:

Females: The outfit for the girls consists in a sleeveless grey-ish top with a few buttons on the superior part. Even tough the weather of this arena is mainly hot, the outfit comes with a black bonnet and black gloves. On their feet, they will wear blue socks, covered by beige camping boots.

Males: The outfit for the boys is a sleeveless yellow-ish shirt, covered by a thin, college-like jacket. They will be wearing beige pants, and just like the girls, they will have black gloves on their hands, and the bonnet on their heads. They will also be wearing blue socks and camping boots.

Palace Lane
''- Ladies and gentleman! Girls and boys! Let the 77thHunger Games... Begin!''

The voice of the announcer booms through the arena. Let the 77th Hunger Games begin. Great.

I look to the Cornucopia, and realize thta the strategy i spent hours planning yesterday is useless. I can't see anything on the outskirts, and my only hope is the Cornucopia. But only one problem.I have no clue as for what expects me inside. All i see are two pairs of blackened entrances. And that's it.

60...

I look to my left to see Jaclyn Brooken shooting me bloodthisty glances. At my right, i can't really identify my oponnent but my guts tell me it is the boy from 3. No problem.

55...

The countdown continues. My legs are shaking as I look around at the other tributes on their plates. Most of them have their eyes fixed on the cornucopia and all its supplies. Dylan (4), whose plate is only a few metters away from me, is one of them. He has a glare on his face as he stares at the entrance closest to us. I always knew he would go in. He's too strong not to.

45...

I try to find my other allies, but for some reason i don't find them. The Cornucopia is blocking my vision greatly.

30...

- Hey loser! -A voice rings out at my left. I stare at Jaclyn, who is laughing at me. - See ya at the Cornucopia! - She says. - Keep an eye open for a mysterious sickle! - With this said, she turns her face to the entrance i was planning to use.

Screw my plan. Screw the strategies. Screw it all! There is only one thing i want to do. Survive.

Chasodie Melon
20...

This is it. One of the biggest moments of the history of The Hunger Games. And i will be a part of it!

My ally Ajax, placed on my left, seems to share the same feeling, and we both exchange devious smiles. At my right, i don't even mind checking who the tribute is before glancing at him.

10...

I get ready to run, putting myself into a phalanx position, just like Ajax. It is really happening!

5...

I want to jump out of my plataform and place my trident into someone's head, but i know i can't. Not yet.

3... 2... 1...

''GONG! GONG! GONG!''

I rush over to the cornucopia, not wasting any time. My ally Ajax is right behind me, and the boy who was on my right ran away from the bloodbath.

I am one of the first ones at the Cornucopia, Ajax right behind me. He picks up a sword and gets ready to attack.

Sliding deeper into the Cornucopia, i see two individual racks containing three spears, next to a rack of knives and swords of all shapes and sizes, blades curved and straight. I ignore all of these though and grab a silver coloured trident from a rack that contains only one other. And get ready to combat.

My allies are already here, and i watch their performances. Drayden is quite busy attempting to arm himself with every weapon available and Sheol is incompetently chasing Malia (5) around the bend of the cornucopia. Neither of them have made any kills. Which means i still have a chance to shine!

I run into the corner of the Cornucopia and get a ripped backpack. A few seconds ago Ryan's nails were buried on it as he attempted to run off, but right now he is being pulled around by Drayden, as they both spin out of control untill they fall to the ground. I don't care about what will happen now.

I see the boy from 10 incompetently trying to steal a duffel bag from Juniper (12), and they both fall to the ground, never leaving the stupid bag.

- That's like shooting fish in a barrel!

I giggle to myself and throw my trident. With my years of training, it doesn't have trouble finding a new home on Jamieson's skull, as he lays lifeless on the ground, and Juniper meets up with Ria (6) on the outskirts with a stray arrow and the duffel bag. I look around at my allies, and they're all busy with stupid battles. And there isn't any corpse on the ground. I guess i've made the 1st kill of the games!

Dylan Murrow
The other members of my alliance are meeting up near the outskirts of the cornucopia, hidden behind some bushes. I duck behind, and join my allies.

- Why can't we just enter now! Soon the supplies will be over and the careers will dominate the place! - Zulfikar complaints.

- Shh. Wait a minute. - Palace replies.

I look around at my scared allies. 1... 2... And... Wait. Where is Jamieson?

- Palace! Where is Jamieson? - I whisper, and she looks around in agony.

- I thought he was with you! - She replies.

We're stopped by a cruel laughter ringing inside the Cornucopia, and it doesn't help much. I don't need Palace's approval. I'm coming in.

As i run off, my legs kicking the grass, i hear Palace's scream. I look back, and see her running in my direction. We enter the Cornucopia.

And there is Jamieson. On the ground, blood splattered all over his deformed face.

Palace screams. I just sit there frozen. Untill i see Chasodie, a bloody trident on her hand.

- You... bitch!!!! - I yell, and find myself charging at her.

She screams in shock and agony, as i tackle her to the ground and punch her in the face. I do it again and again, untill someone grabs me by the shirt and smacks me against the wall of the Cornucopia. I recognize my attacker as Drayden, and he drives his sword at my throat. I don't have time to scream before he shoves it into my neck. My chest is filled with terror while I fall to the ground, blood dropping out of my mouth like a fountain as i choke on my own sticky blood and my vision fades into darkness. Forever.

Blossom Breeze
Bile rushes over to the back of my throat as i enter the Cornucopia in time to see the corpses. 2 of them, but i know there are more to come.

I sling a pack containing a few food, and stuff it in my belt with my dagger. I get prepared to make an exit. That's when I hit a problem; others have started collecting tools around me. Sucking in a deep breath, I ready myself for the worst.

Adrenaline overwhelms me, it's as if everything has blurred and I am within a bubble of stillness. Every move someone makes, every scream I hear, seems to be 100 times clearer than anything before. But i manage to pass through the careers without being noticed.

I'm only halfway out of the Cornucopia when I see a red-haired  figure crouched over a crate of supplies. Without thinking, I slice the edge of my sword against the skin of the girl's legs, as she cries out in pain and falls over the crate.

What... did i do? I want to come back and help the girl, but the careers approach her and i don't have time to do it as i run away. I end up bumping into my ally, Ella Volt, and she cries out in pain as i help her to stand up. Then i see something, a figure rushing over at her.

- ELLA BEHIND YOU! - I yell, but it was too late. The girl from 1 yanks her spear out of Ella's back, as she falls to the ground, coughing up blood but still breathing. I want to help her, but Ajax and Copper are coming behind her, and i'm forced to leave Ella to die her painful death alone. I don't have time even to meet up with my allies, as the outskirts get dominated by the careers, and i'm forced to run into the forest. This is the worst day of my life.

Ash Harper
I trip on the grass as i run down the hill. I nearly fall, but luckily i managed to hold onto the ground and stand up again. I'm trying to get to the thick part of the woods, where i can see mountains, but i'm not being very sucessful untill now.

The bloodbath is not over yet, but once the gong sounded i went into the Cornucopia and just like i darted into an entrance, i darted off the opposite one with a sword in some seconds, never looking behind untill now, when the screams and howls can't be ignored anymore. It seems like i've been walking for hours, but with the position of the sun i know i'm not walking for even 5 damn minutes.

I've never been a master of survival, and now that knowledge is necessary, i just don't have it. If i don't learn how to survive then i will have to learn how to have a healthy died made of grass and suspicious-looking strawberries i found.

I'm interrupted by a howl a few metters away, and before i can take an attitude, i'm on the ground. I can't have a clear idea about my attacker, but as we both spin down the hill i have a glimpse of a massive rock, blue locks and a bonnet getting lost to the crash. Untill we both land on a valley and my 5 minutes of climbing die, just like the bloodbath victims.

My attacker shoves a rock into my head, but i'm faster. I dodge it and drive my sword into the girl's stomach, but she blocks it with a rock and twists my arm. I growl in pain, and with all my strength shove my sword into Zepheryna Jane's head, and she falls to the ground. I want to apologize at least, but i know she is dead. I know she is gone. Gone for my bloody hands.

Tristan Ryder
As the boy from 5 misses my head, i don't hesitate in shoving him into a crate. I wait for him to retaliate so i can get my first kill, but instead he just runs away with nothing other than a stupid pocket knife and a rope.

I had feared that in the time it took to fight him that the Careers would have taken over the cornucopia but that hasn't happened yet. They're busy chasing another alliance on the opposite epart of the outskirts, giving me the perfect opportunity.

I sneak into the Cornucopia and start picking up supplies. I duck behind a crate and get a batle-axe from a rack containing 3 others. I resist to my desire to get them and focus on food and water, but before i place a piece of body armor over my torax area.

I look at each corner, but i realize that all of it is stuffed into backpacks. I manage to grab a black rucksack containing a pack of crackers, a pack of dried meat and a filled bottle of water, and then i hide behind a crate and watch as tributes dart in and out of the Cornucopia. There goes Jeanna (8), Ryan (7) and Jin (3) from that big alliance.

Jeanna grabs a pack of knives from a rack, as Jin stuffs mutiple knives in his belt and puts a backpack on his shoulder, while Ryan guards one of the entrances with a spear.

Then, another tribute darts into the Cornucopia, a small ginger boy who gets a golden bow and a quiver of arrows. He loads the bow and prepares to leave, but then my stupid leg bumps into a rack full of spears, and it collapses. Crap.

With the bow loaded, the boy aims at me, but i'm faster, and as he realizes i had already tackled him to the ground. Even with his age, he stands much more competition than i thought. We both roll over, untill i get on top of him and press my hands around his neck. His mouth starts to get blue, as he rolls over, about to die, but suddenly his hand moves looking for something, and he smacks my head with a heavy backpack. I fall off him as combat starts again, and he loads his bow, aiming for my chest. And fires. I close my eyes, thinking it is the end, but then i remember. My body armor. The arrow pegs itself on it, pathetically falling to the ground as i tackle him once again, burying my battle-axe into his stomach. His eye wide open in pain as he stares at the ceilling, and then, they remain glued to it.

I realize the careers are probably coming and i need to leave, but before i do it i put another pair of backpacks over my other shoulder and get a blanket. All done, i escape the bloodbath, not just with more supplies that i actually need, but also with a kill.

Oliver Quaid
As Ryan Dennis fell to the ground with a throwing knife on his skull, his allies made a run for a few backpacks, and then ran away into the deepest part of the woods. I watch as the bloodbath slowly ends, with the careers fighting off a few tributes, but not gaining any kills.

While this happens, here i am. Standing on the middle of the mess, with nothing other than a rope and a pocket knife. Soon the careers willl see me, and then i'm screwed. I know i should've left already, but i would never forgive myself if i escaped with these stupid items, so i throw the pocket knife away and make a run for a sword on the Cornucopia. Having it on my hands, i look one last time at the careers, staring at me, and then dart off the Cornucopia by the entrance who is opposite to the careers' direction. I bump into leafs and a few trees, but soon i get to the thick part of the woods.

I look to my left just in time to see the District 12 girl give me a death glance before climbing up a tree. I keep running, for what seems like hours, untill i set up a camp in a small cave, and allow myself to rest.

I keep staring at my sword for a few minutes, untill the cannons start.

Boom!

One. I count in my head as the other cannons start to appear.

'''Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!'''

I counted six. Six deaths on the first day isn't something very impressive for the first edition of the Hunger Games in a century, but everyone will have to deal with it. I wonder which teenagers lost their lives today. I try to get a memory of any corpse, but the only death i whitnessed was Ryan from District 7, and other than that i only saw corpses with almost the exact same clothing, and didn't care about who they were or what they did.

I was more interested on escaping anyway.

Ria Ramos
I stare at the sky, trying to memorize each single cloud and pattern there, just because soon i won't be able to do it.

The bloodbath wasn't a threat for us, since we're all here harmless and with supplies. We don't have much, but what saved our lives was Juniper's backpack, who contained a medical kit, a lot of food and two sharpened knives.

I didn't get many stuff from the Cornucopia, but i escaped with a shepherd's sling. I don't know how to use it, so i gave it to Juniper, and he gave me the pair of sharpened knives to replace it.

Malia left the bloodbath with a mallet and a warhammer, meaning that i was the member who got the smallest number of supplies.

We've been walking since quite a few hours, but Malia refuses to stop. I want to say something, but she was always stronger, and she is our leader, so i decide to keep my mouth shut.

Juniper, though, doesn't seem like a down-to-earth person, and he keeps complaining and using all the water he got on his hands and legs. We got plenty of water from a lake, but it doesn't mean he can use it like that.

Finally, when i'm sure even Malia can walk more, Juniper starts complaining again:

- My arms and legs are aching and I can barely keep my eyes open. Malia, no one will find us! - He says, and i nod to say that i agree.

- Fine. -  Malia finally gives up and sits in the grass.

We do the same, and Juniper tries to bring any sort of topic to our awkward silence.

- Do you have any idea about the deaths? - He asks - I saw two anti-career boys, what about you?

- Same. - Malia replies.

I didn't see any corpse or whitnessed any death. I tried to get away from it all, and once i had a glimpse of a corpse and darted off the Cornucopia. But i think that the corpse was the girl from District 7.

- What about you Ria? - Malia asks.

- Only those boys too. - I lie.

Malia shivers, and lies on the grass, staring at the sky, and we all do the same. Apparently we will have a peaceful day in this arena.

Jeanna Loomis
Running down the hill i try not to look back at the Cornucopia, untill i manage to have a good distance from that place.

My way is full of rocks and slippery parts, but my legs kick through the grass without never stepping in the wrong place, at least, not untill now.

I look back and realize that my ally Jin isn't going well on our run, as he keeps stopping and saying that he can't keep going, but once i start running again he just follows me, without complaining again.

I can't believe it. We're on Day 1 and we already have 3 missing members. We already know about Ryan's death, as we were standing next to him when the girl from the Capitol killed him, but we are hoping not to see Blossom and Ella up there tonigh.

We left too late, and by the time we were running away we didn't have any clue about our allies' fates, untill Ryan got killed in a blink of eyes and we had to run away, never looking back.

But we managed to get a few good supplies, at least.

We are a bit lost, though. We just realized that this arena is a lot more complicated than we thought.

Jin got a decently-sized leaf and started writing on it with a weird liquid he got from a tree. Apparently he is much more skilled with survival than me, as all i see in this disgusting place are woods, grass and mountains.

We didn't see any source of water, so if our water doesn't last enough time then we're screwed.

But untill there i think i can try to relax i try not to remember the fact that, in a few days, it all will be over.

Zulfikar Zambrano
We stop running just as we reach the deepest part of the woods. The whole time we ran across the grass I had worried that we'd be seen, that some sort of projectile would strike us down. But that didn't happen. Palace (11) slides down, her back glued to a thin tree, and I drop beside her, my hands clenched around the backpack I retrieved from the back of the Cornucopia.

- We did it. - Palace moans, barely audible.

- I guess so... - I reply, remembering the lack of presence from two teenagers. I curl up into a ball as i remember Dylan's gruesome death a few hours ago.

Palace doesn't seem very upset about their deaths. To be honest, she seems more worried with the fact that it is still Day 1 and there are only two of us, against the fury of 7 careers.

While the two of us only produce a rushed breathing sound, insects, fluttering birds, small animals that rustle through the thick green foliage and other noises can be heard far away. Somehow, I find this place quite peaceful, though I know enough to keep an ear out for any unnatural noises.

Me and Palace didn't manage to collect many things from the bloodbath, but i got a small backpack and trident and Palace got a medical kit, containing rubber gloves, neosporin, two bottles of painkillers and an empty syringe.

The sun is slowly setting behind the mountains as we stand up without exchanging any word, on our way to well...somewhere. We don't exactly have a destination but Palace (11) seems to have something in mind.

It's been a long trek untill now, and many times I have wished we could stop to drink water but we don't have any. There was none in the backpack I received nor in the kit Palace got. Obviously water will be an important thing for us to get our hands on. I know from watching old tapes from the Games that water is something extremely necessary, and if we don't find any then we better get ready for the end.

Jaclyn Brooken
We advance through the woods slowly, realizing quite awhile ago that running wouldn't do anything but make us lose stamina. Besides, who would be following us?

I doubt that any other aliance would dare to attack us on Day 1, so while my stupid allies advance slowly, in silence, i walk kicking and trampling any branch or stick on my way. Copper doesn't seem very happy with my behaviour, but i don't care.

I still don't get the reason why we left the Cornucopia. Copper says that its location was too "exposed", but i don't buy that.

- What kind of shelter are we looking for? - Chasodie complaints, while she "fights off" a bunch of insects flying around her.

- We're looking for something like that. - Drayden points out, and my head turns around to the direction of a mountain, who is far away.

I sigh, and take a sip from my water. This is going to be a long, long day in this arena.

- What the hell? No way i'm walking my way to that mountain! - She says. - We might as well be looking for something like... that!

Chasodie then points to the entrance of an idiotic, barely noticeable cave to our left. Ajax and Emilia giggle in silence, and Chasodie seems like ready to stab them.

Copper, though, approves Chasodie's idea and we end up on the cave.

- Oh my God - Emilia is the first one to break the silence.

The cave is way much bigger than we thought; plus it doesn't seem as dirty as i thought it'd be.

The ceiling seems to expand the further we go and stalagmites extend from its ceiling. Or are they stalactites? I can't ever seem to remember which is which. While Emilia and Drayden shake in excitement as we go, i just follow them, looking around for something wrong. We keep advancing, the hot weather of the woods dissipating as we go deeper, with the air getting progressively cooler after each footstep we give.

The rest of our alliance walks quietly behind us, Copper and Drayden with a flashlight on their hands, untill we decide to set up a camp in a corner covered with moss and slippery rocks.

Even though she was the one who came up with this, Chasodie seems highly unconfortable here, and rests with an eye open once our camp in ready. Copper says that tomorrow we're heading for the mountains, and we shall rest today.

I stay up, and take the first watch of guarding our alliance, since anything is better than my nightmares.

Juniper Twist
The splashing of the water fall pouring down into the sparkling lake is truly calming. Even Malia got out of her harsh shell and is now swimming and giggling around the water.

Ria sits down on the grassy edge of the pool, staring at a group of white flowers. I sit down on the opposite side of the lake, staring into the water. It's so clear that you can see its muddy bottom.

Since we set up a camp hours ago, we didn't realize that the lake was right behind us, and once Ria heard a "splashing" noise we all came here, and found this peaceful sanctuay. We're here ever since that moment.

- What's our plan? -  I ask quietly, while my fingers slide through the transparent water.

- We wait, sweetheart - Malia replies not even looking at me.

- For what? For more people to die?

- Exactly, - Malia says - did you think of anything better?

I nod negatively, and restart my little game with the water, untill Ria calls me to help her with something

She is organizing the most useful items in a crate and carrying it over to the center of our camp, where we then proceed to sort out them from "valuable" to "useless", as she says. We all get a few items for ourselves, and use the crates mainly to keep the food we found through the day.

A few berries, meat from an apparently edible muttation and a few apples. I'm surprised to see that Malia managed to make a net, but i don't ask her anything and just stuff it into my backpack. Malia decides to throw our shepherd into the crate, as we don't have any use for it now.

As we continue, the woods start getting cooler and soon the glimmering sun disappears and is replaced by a pale moon, and then the sounds of insects and animals grow stronger.

Ophelia Zigler
In the dark I can just make out the form of a large tree, looming ahead just on the outskirts of the thick woods i've been walking through. I stealthily dart across the grass and lay my hands on the tree's tough wood, gently pushing my body forwards and climbing it up.

The part of the arena where i'm in is, on the most simple word, empty. I focus on my climbing, and set up a small camp on a strong-looking branch, and slide my back through the wood.

I’ve done well so far. I haven’t encountered a single tribute or mutt and have a two decent items from the cornucopia. A blanket and some dried beef strips. The one crucial thing I don’t have is water and I know that will begin to effect me at some point, but luckily I’m not too thirsty so far.

I crawl into the corner of thebranch and wrap the blanked around my cold legs. Getting rest is important. I don’t want to be exhausted when someone comes to kill me. I shut my eyes and attempt to get some much-needed sleep.

I feel extremely good. During the period i stayed in the Capitol to train, i unfortunately attacked one of the Avoxes, and since then the Capitol has been giving me a sky-colored pill, and i feel strangely peaceful.

At first i didn't like it and fought back, but i feel good right now. Of course i'm not receiving it anymore, as it would be unfair, but the help they gave me was appreciated.

I don't have a plan for tomorrow, and i don't have anything to keep other than the beef strips, so i put them next to my body in case i need to make  uick escape during the night.

The sun just disappeared, but i feel tired as i've never been before. Being on the games is exhausting, and i try to relax, but i just can't. I can feel my violent side coming back, and getting stronger, but i can't bring myself to allow it.

I'm never going through that again.

Jin Torigawa
- I’m tired! Can’t we take a break? My feet feel like lead!

I complaint to Jeanna, but all she does is send me a death glance.

- Just be quiet! Alright?! -  She sounds like a rotten body, - she is obviously way more tired than me - but i know she won't stop.

Not untill we set up a camp on a place that "isn't as wet as that dirty cave".

She may have been through a lot of thing in her life, but I know there’s no reason why she’s upset, not really. She’s angry that she didn’t get a spear or any glaive, and that  I didn't pick up anything of valuable beyond those daggers i got from the Cornucopia.

- I-its okay - I reply, barely understandable between my long breaths and sighs, trying to make clear that i can't walk anymore. - Where are we anyways? - I ask.

- Woods. Simply woods. Isn't that good enough? - Jeanna says, seeming extremely angry at me.

- How do you know? - I tease her. - It might as well be a forest-looking swamp.

- Just shut up and walk... - Jeanna says. - If we only had a spear! I could hunt and feed myself! - She continues.

Almost as if on cue my stomach grumbles and I laugh though I know this is a very serious problem. People have died due to a lack of food before. It’s called the “Hunger” Games for reason, an obvious reason.

- We can find something tomorrow -  I say. - Right now we must focus on finding some sort of shelter.

Since Ryan's death we kinda were left with no leader, but i think that Jeanna assumed the position without saying anything. Well, not that i care. An alliance consisting of 2 people doesn't need a leader. Jeanna says that Blossom and Ella are still alive and out there, but in my opinion that is highly unlikely.

Actually, it is highly unlikely that one of us will make it to Day 2 if we continue like this...

Alexandrine Haines
I walk through the dark forest with caution. You never know what could be lurking around and while most of the other alliances wouldn't attack other tributes directly, we still have to worry about telegraphing our position to them.

I think i'm going pretty well in this games. I managed to get a backpack in the bloodbath, and oddly enough one of the only packs of throwing knives available on the Cornucopia.

Selfishly saying, i'm very proud of myself, and right now i really think i can win these games.

I look above and see the glimmering moon, and smile.

I don't know why. But it just seems adequate. The other option is wait to the possibility of a death during the next few days, so relaxing sounds like something  good to do.

It feels good to be out of the darkest part of the woods, where you feel like you're being observed. I know that most of the tributes were lured to this part of the arena, as i had a few short run-by encouters with other tributes, but i don't care.

I'm ready to fight. Actually, i feel like i want to fight. The moon illuminates the arena, but not strongly, so the arena shines in a pale coloration.

I feel like i've walked enough for today, so i decide to climb up a small tree.

Once i finish climbing it up i wrap myself around a blanket i got, and slide to the warm inside of a yellow sleeping bag.

It is great to keep my body's temperature, but its color is a disaster. Maybe tomorrow i can get some mud and camouflage it, but right now doing it sounds quite risky.

Once i feel like i'm about to sleep, the Anthem kicks in, illuminating the forest and shining blue lights onto my face.

I look to the sky, just in time to see the glimmering face of Nathaniel (C). I know i shouldn't feel bad, but Nathaniel was only twelve and all his sister had in the world was him...

Oddly enough, Nathaniel is followed by the boy from District 4. That district isn't known for losing a tribute this early, and Dylan was a strong, good-willed person, and the leader of the anti-careers.

Soon Ryan Dennis (7)'s face pops up, taking Dylan's place on the sky. My kill, i murmur. That means that not just one, but two alliances' leaders are now deceased, plus untill now not a single career died. That is something to worry about.

Soon Ryan's district partner appears. I can't name her, but i vaguely remember her from training.

Then the boy from 10 appears. Nothing out of usual about that. He was dead weight even before the start of the games. That boy is followed by the blue-haired girl from the same district. There isn't nothing out of usual about her death too.

As expected, there isn't any career tribute is the sky.

If everything goes on as planned, tomorrow the sky will be filled with career tributes' faces.

Calliope Antio
Slowly, the calm morning starts to surge out invading the arena. The bright sun is almost forcing my eyes to wide open slowly, so they just obey. We are oficially into the second day of these Games. It feels amazing to know that I was one of the tributes who survived through the initial day, but in the other hand, the sharp pain digging through my legs makes the smile on my face fade out.

I didn't even see my attacker, because once it happened my face entered in contact with the tough ground, but luckily i managed to escape the bloodbath with life. But barely with legs.

I take my supplies and put it inside a backpack, and I keep it over my shoulders. I look around, and moan in pain. I move my legs trying to stand up, and oce i do it, i start walking. I can keep it up for minutes, - possibly seconds - but when i feel the same pain, digging through my flesh and causing my legs to get weak, i can't stop it. I release a loud scream of pain, and collapse. My nose comes into contact with the marshy forest floor, and I hear it crack. Blood immediatly seeps out onto the ground, stains my cheeks and blends with the blackened grass.

I shiver and scream once again. I can't handle it. I'm a failure to my brother.

Suddenly, i listen to a group of voices invades my ears, making me tremble on each one of my bones. The careers.

- Shut up Ajax! - A voice hisses. I know exactly who it is. Copper. And he's already found me. The footsteps continue, and suddenly stop.

A discussion rings out, and i try to understand something without moving. The term "play dead" never seemed so real and frightening to me before entering this arena.

- I think she's dead -  A boy mutters, and I feel his fingers touch the gash on my calf. I have to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming, and I try to keep my face still.

Another discussion rings out, and i can't understand much, other than a few "Who is she" or just bored omans of someone - a female - who keeps telling her allies to move on and don't bother her.

- If she's dead then why hasn't the hovercraft taken her body? - Someone says. I don't hear anyone reply. I feel someones foot come in contact with my wound; they hit it hard. I can't help but writhe in pain.

- That's why...

The careers laugh histerically, as i stumble to my feet, and beg for mercy. A girl has an orange box of medicine, and in my state of dizzyness and panic, i touch it.

The careers laugh again, and the girl, Chasodie Melon, starts saying something.

- I never said you could use it.

The dizzyness has finally sunk in. I try to focus my eyes on Chasodie's face but they keep diverting to the nearby trees. Black blotches begin to obscure my view. My leg aches.

I can't blink the blotches away from my vision. A hard pound on my head sends me to the ground. ''Just kill me already! Stop this pain!''

My broken noses comes into contact with the grass once again, and i scream histerically. The pain... I can't describe it.

I hear a few mores laughs, and footsteps coming to my direction.

- I'm sorry Jacob! FOR EVERYTHING! - I scream. I know my life ends here.

By this time the careers think i'm a freak, another one of their ordinary victims.

I might be a victim, but i'm not ordinary. I'm the girl they should die for.

But right now i know the one who is going to die is me. I close my eyes as someone kicks me, and a sharp pain digs through the back of my head.

I moan one last time as my vision starts getting blurry. Please forgive me Jacob.

Boom!

Emilia Oswald
Chasodie (4) and I are both still sitting in a little rock, waiting for something to happen. Copper said that the rest of our alliance will be safe if we stay here untill tomorrow, but I’m very pissed off by his actions.

He is our leader. He should lead us to honour and victory, but instead he keeps forcing us to sit here and get bored to death.

Chasodie is just staring at the rocky floor with a cold expression on her face. I want to say something to cheer her up, but I think that when she is annoyed everything you can do is wait untill she forgets it, unless you want to get her nails raked through your face, like she just did to Drayden.

I stare at him, thin drops of blood pouring out of the scratch on is face, while he stares at Chasodie with a deadly cold expression.

I look for something to do, and a little squirrel appears in front of me. I grin, gaining Chasodie's attention.

- What's so amusing? - She asks with a stone-looking expression.

- Look! A squirrel! - I giggle.

Chasodie just rolls her eyes:

- You didn't get much time in nature back in your district did you? - She asks.

<p class="MsoNormal">- No. Hunting or having any contact with animals outside the fence is illegal, plus dad had money enough to keep us going without having to hunt or do that kind of stuff. - I reply.

<p class="MsoNormal">Chasodie just sighs. I look as more squirrels join the little one, and gradually start to get bigger in size. I can say that one of them had nearly one feet and a few inches!

<p class="MsoNormal">A  few of my allies notice their presence, but they don't seem to care or are just too lazy to actually notice their growing  number.

<p class="MsoNormal">Suddenly, Ajax breaks the silence with his annoying voice and walks into Chas' direction.

- Hey there princess! - He starts. I roll my eyes. - Could you help me with those backpacks?

I turn to see Chasodie growing annoyed as he continues. Despite our alliance, I feel a sense of fury rising in Chasodie and I can barely hold my laughter.

- Oh, I will. Call me once hell freezes. - She says, grinning.

He just laughs:

- Come on! You owe me that!

Chasodie stands up and stares at him.

- I owe you that? -  Her hands twitch and she pulls her shirt up to the stomach, showing off a cut that rests there. - I got this cut protecting you from Alex during the bloodbath, so now you just go away!

- Whoo! Pull that shirt a lil' bit higher! - Ajax adds in a flirtatious voice, slightly higher than his usual voice. Any human wouldn't notice this change. But something else does

It happens as a blur, but i have a glimpse of a fluffy little thing jumping, and reaching Ajax's face. The "thing" pegs its teeth onto Ajax's face, and i see blood pouring out of it. The squirrels.

I completely forgot about them.

We have no time to help Ajax. Whilst he spins around, trying to get rid of the mutts slowly ending his life, he accidentally sends an open palmed slap at Sheol. She growls in pain, and in one single blow of her baton she makes him roll backwards, landing on the grass.

More of the mutts show up and charge at him from every and each single direction.

I barely get another sight of the feebly stirring body of Ajax before the mutts completely cover it, creating gruesome noises of teeth ripping off Ajax's flesh.

Boom!

<p class="MsoNormal">The cannon seals his fate. I waste no time and pick up my trident and a webbed backpack, before darting off.

<p class="MsoNormal">I bump into trees and rocks down the hill, but i never look behind. The screaming dies down, but that doesn't make me stop.

<p class="MsoNormal">Boom!

<p class="MsoNormal">Another one of my allies just perished. I don't even mind thinking of who it is.

<p class="MsoNormal">I spend several minutes running, and then my status becomes obvious. I'm a loner. A loner who won't last long. <h3 class="MsoNormal">Zulfikar Zambrano I'm nervous as I walk along Palace, the hot sun beating down on our heads. My lips are dry and cracked, my energy long gone, taken by the unforgiving sun and constant movement.

I keep my trident ready to attack, but i don't think that something out of the usual will happen today. At least not with us.

We chose to head to this part of the arena to avoid fights with other tributes, and in an attempt to find some water, but untill now we didn't have much sucess.

I look at Palace, her messy blonde her blowing across the calm wind. She appears to be in the same situation as i find myself in, too thirsty to think of anything helpful.

I gave up of trying to pull out a topic to end this awkward silence a long time ago, since Palace seems a bit off today. Maybe that's the annoying nature that surrounds us. I don't know.

I follow her as we continue, I follow her, keeping my trident close. The soft smell of nature fills my lungs, and i take a deep breath, before i keep going. I try to remember any good memory to think about, but the dehytration makes me a bit confused.

My thoughts trail off. I'm too exhausted to think any longer. It takes too much of my precious energy. I don't even feel my footsteps. I don't feel anything until I reach Palace and her emotionless eyes, always facing nowhere while her feet move through the grass.

My eyes drift up, and i see a green ribbon on her hair. My vision grows blurry, but i keep my eyes on the ribbon, trying to fill my mind with something before i end up dying here right now.

I think that Palace says something, but i don't get my eyes off the ribbon. My vision starts getting blurrier and blurrier, and i can barely hear Palace whispering my name before i stumble to the grass.

Cold water slips past my lips and trickles down my throat. It is a good feeling, mainly when you don't have it for two days. Two days in this arena.

I look up and see brilliant hazel eyes staring at me.

- How did you--

I mumble, but cut myself as i see not just Palace, but three other faces smiling behind her.

Juniper (12), Malia (5) and Ria(6).

I stare at them, and Malia meets my gaze. We hold the stare for a few more seconds, before Palace interrupts, and then she explains me how she carried me over to another part of the arena, where she found the "trio" fighting off a muttation. She saved them; et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.

After five minutes of her story i just nod and smile, staring at the movement of her lips as she speaks, not listening a single word.

- And that's how i found them. - Palace concludes her story. - Do you want more water?

I nod in agreement and Palace hands me some sort of small bucket made of leafs or something. My lips touch it, and i shove the water down my throat.

The refreshing feeling goes all over my body, and i moan in pleasure.

Palace takes the bucket-cup-thingy and stuffs it in a bag, and then Ria and Juniper help me up. I look around, and realize we're in a completely different part of the arena. Maybe it is just an illusion, but the sun doesn't seem strong here, even though thin trees surroud us. A majestic lake lies behind us, and a small rocky strip is on the opposite part of the lake.

- And this is our kingdom. - Juniper says. -  And people better not try to take it from us.

Drayden Blaze
Left, right

Left, right

My body feels numb as i run down the hill. My head is spinning at a thousand miles per hour. My head feels heavy, and each footstep takes an undescribable strength. I hear a scream behind me, and turn around to see Chasodie tripping over a rock and falling face forward with the mud. There is no point of returning now, while the mutts can be anywhere.

Copper helps her up and we continue our way down the mountain we spent almost a day climbing up.

The way down is definetly easier than climbing this thing up, altough there isn't any difference on the amount of metters we're running through.

I cannot believe we're simply leaving the place. It was a pretty quiet area with no tributes and an occasional animal here and there, but instead, after a few minutes it tuned into the loss of two of our allies...

Maybe i should desert this alliance?

We've been doing ridiculous so far, and all of our kills were either injured tributes or basically tributes who ran into our weapons, at the least.

But to be honest i have a feeling that this will sort itself out. I stare at Sheol, her shifty eyes basically shouting  that she doesn't trust us. She stares doubtfully at Chasodie, who seems annoyed with Copper for some reason.

With the deaths of Elliott and Ajax, thus the disapearance of Emilia, it is just a matter of time untill this alliance falls apart. So i quickly drop the idea. For now they will help me to survive and gain free kills, but once they become useless the hatred among us will slowly grow.

I think of who will have the first blow, who will perish first and why, but i realize i might take a while. We are in an abandoned part of the arena, possibly near its edge. So i will have to be patient.

Tristan Ryder
I jerk awake, sweat rolling down my face. Sunlight pours in through my sleeping bag, leaving a heat sensation over my body. I shake my head, and clumsily stand up. Oddly enough, the branch i slept in last night didn't collapse with my body weight, thus giving me a good night of sleep.

I look up, and if i remember what i got from training, right now the sun can tell me that we're around noon. I was never the kind of person who wakes up early, so i guess it is a good time to stand up. I slip off my sleeping bag, carefully stuffing it into my backpack. I then grab the small rucksack i got, unzip it, and empty it out out. A lone canteen falls out, and i open it, taking a small sip form the water so it can last long.

I haven't ate much, having only a half-sandwich from my backpack yesterday, and now my stomach produces noises and howls, which means that i need food. Now.

I climb down the tree, quite and easy task considering it ends at eight feet from the ground. It doesn't offer much shelter, altough it is placed in the middle of a maze of other small trees, offering me a great camouflage. I pick up the huge medieval-battleaxe i got from deep inside that golden horn, and assume a phalanx position.

I advance slowly, making sure to don't make any noise. I was never really into hunting, but i believe i got enough skills from training. After a few minutes, i realize i'm doing something wrong, as no animal shows up, so i simply set up a few snares here and there, and return to my small camp in the tree. Hopefully by night i will have something to eat. Otherwise i will die a slow death as the days fly though.

Ria Ramos
- That sucks! Those two are useless! - Malia growls under her breath while doubtfully staring at Palace (11) and Zulfikar (6).

- Calm down Malia, the more the merrier! There are now five of us! - Juniper says in a secretive tone.

- Well, not if they realize they don't need us!

We are suddenly cut by the arrival of Zulfikar, acting innocently as usual. Malia describes his innocence as manipulation, but i know that she is just paranoid, and will do whatever it takes to get these two out of our alliance.

- Ummm, Malia? - He aks - We thought you'd might want to see this.

Malia stares at him, and quickly stands up. What i see is quite intriguing. A campsite. Not from another tribute. What we see is a huge cabin, made out of woods. Altough it is rotten, i feel tempted to enter, and so do my allies.

We look around for Palace, but Zulfikar says she is already in there.

Malia growls in annoyance and pushes forward, shoving me in the process.

We slowly open the door of the cabin, and Juniper lets out a high-pitched scream of excitement, making me giggle. What the hell was that?

But as i look forward, i want to do the same. Crates and boxes lie around, with Palace on the very edge of the cabin, openning and kicking away each and every crate.

I push my body forward, and stop near a box that reads Shirasaya Katana. I open it up, but instead of a katana i can see a stupid binoculars.

- It's all useless! - Malia complaints in frustration, and kicks an empty crate away.

But that crate, it ends up on another room of the cabin, one we haven't seen before. I exchange a quick glance with Malia, and she quickly darts into the other room, Palace and Juniper close behind.

Zulfikar is still arming himself with a bunch of hammers and wrenchs, quite useless things in my opinion, but he seems to like them so i stay silent, and we enter the other room.

I don't hear anything, but in one moment i'm entering the room and in the other i'm being held at gunpoint with my allies, Malia's district partner standing tall, in front of a box that reads Semi-Automatic Pistol. Uh-oh.

I look to my left and see Juniper and Malia drop their weapons, with an ashamed look.

- Don't m-move!- He threatens us with the pistol. "Or I'll s-shoot y-you all up-p!

And we do not move. I can hear the metalic noise of Zulfikar dropping his bunch of tools, but Palace is still holding her knife.

- I-i'll shoot you unless you d-disarm! - he shakefully yells at Palace

- Ooh, really? HOW ABOUT NO? - Palace yells and throws her knife. It pegs itself on the boy's arm, and he yells in pain, shooting his gun at all directions. Zulfikar tackles me down, forming a protective shell, and we crawl into a corner.

Palace, altough, doesn't have the same luck. She was the closest to him and didn't have time to flee. She turns around, her braids flying through the air, and then the bullets rip through her torso.

She collapses to the floor, gurgling and choking, and i stare at the scene in complete horror

Oliver makes his escape through a window, leaving the bloody knife behind. Palace keeps convulsing on the ground, and Zulfikar runs to her aid, bandaging her up, but i know it is useless.

At this point, Palace is as good as dead.

Oliver Quaid
Shoot, shoot, shoot!

I feel like slapping myself as i stare at my gun, running out of ammo. Not did i just spend all my bullets, but i also fired it so many times that i have no doubt that at least a dozen of tributes is coming towards me at the moment.

In the moment where i know that my day will not get any worse, i realize that i forgot all my weapons in the cabin as well, meaning that i am completely unarmed, and left in the wilderness with an useless, annoying gun.

Oh, and of course. The pain shooting through my arm reminds me that i'm also injured. The cut isn't too deep, meaning that in a few days it won't really effect me, but as i examinate it, i can't help myself but shake and moan in pain.

It makes my job on it a lot more difficult, and in the end i decide against cleaning it. I might as well get an infection, but that's the smallest if my worries, because i'm running out of food and water. Being exact, i'm running out of anything, other than a gun who lacks ammo.

I stare at the metalic object, and kick it hard against a tree with all my anger and might. I have no use for that, so i could as well shove it down a cliff or something, but i simply move away, leaving the gun behind.

I skip along the grass in silence, wondering how i'm going to get food. I wish i had gotten something useful from the cabin, but in the hurry of escaping i wound up without anything.

If only that alliance hadn't showed up...

I kick the grass hard, and ignore the pain shooting through my foot. I failed. Just like i failed back home. Even with my sucessfull career, i was never good enough for my parents. But somehow i feel like i did something good, i feel like i saved my siblings.

Of course i was the one to get reaped, but i just feel glad that i'm the one in the games instead of one of them. I don't even dare to imagine Paisley or Lysander here in the arena, where they would die within a few days. But i am not going to perish

I will  return home victorious, and will make everyone pay for putting me here. But i guess i'll have to start with the other tributes.

I try to remember the ones left, but the only faces who really pop up in my head are Chasodie Melon, a wicked girl who aligned with the careers; and Zulfikar Zambrano, an average boy from District 6 who tried to save that girl i shot.

I wonder if she is dead by now. In my state of dizzyness after attacking her alliance and keeping them hostages i could've lost her cannon.

Regardless from that, i'm sure about the three cannons who sounded earlier. I have no clue of who they belonged to, but i hope they were all careers. I continue to advance through the woods, and set up my camp near a tree. It's probably near night, and i should get ready for tomorrow, where more deaths await to happen.

Ophelia Zigler
Water.

Among all of the things in this arena, the lack of water is what pisses me off the most. Oh, of course, the lack of water and the lack of medicine.

I'm pretty sure nobody in this arena knows what it is like to have a mental problem. And then, after years living in terrible conditions, some Capitol dude drags me away from the training centre, where i choked someone, and injects me with medicine that makes me see things in a different way.

But after two days in this arena lacking medicine and the right treatment, my morphling inspired visions have died down, leaving me in some sort of state of dizzyness, unaware of what is real and what isn't.

So while all the other tributes are hunting down each other, i'm standing still, trying to keep conscient.

Don't transform Ophelia... Just don't...

I warn myself desesperatly, like that will help with the effects of the medicine. But it is useless. I know it is.

Soon any of what remains of the medicine will fade away. And i won't be able to do nothing to stop myself.

A sharp pain digs through my head, like something is trying to leave, and then i collapse to the ground. And what saddens me the most is that this will be the last coherent thought who will ever enter my head.

Jeanna Loomis
Walking down an endless forest through a whole day is a tiring experience. And that's what i am doing right now.

I continue walking alongside Jin for a few more minutes, before boucing right through a tree. I rub my shoulde and stand back up, and see Jin snickering.

- What's so funny? - I ask him, and that makes him shut up.

Walking through woods is already annoying enough, and doing it with a nerdy, annoying boy is even worse. I don't remember why we allowed him into our alliance in first place. I think that Blossom and Ella wanted him to be with us, but with Ella's death and Blossom's disappearance nothing stops me from cutting this boy's throat.

No. I shouldn't think like that. Even though this boy isn't useful in the slighest, i have more chance of making it to the finale with his help. And then i can worry about putting him down, but i have forever untill that.

I look at him, right now he is sliding his hands through his died hair and snickering loudly at something. He is useless and loud, and might as well get us killed. But one thing that i can't deny is his weaponry skills.

They're quite intriguing, i have to say; and they might be the reason why i made it past the bloodbath, and afterall, he got me a bunch of supplies, more than i did myself.

I decide to use him for a few more time.

When we meet with Blossom and the days advance, i can simply cut his loose--

I suddenly stop thinking when i hear a scream. A feminine, ear-piercing scream. We run towards it.

Blossom Breeze
Shoot!

I freeze, but i don't dare to look behind. I just heard a growl.

A growl.

I turn around, and nearly come face to face with an animal. No, it's not an animal. The "bear" has spikes coming out of his body. His eyes are red and bloodthirsty, and enough to make me scream once again. I slowly back away from the animal, and it lunges forward. I duck just in time, and the beast comes flying past me, landing on its back legs on the oposite direction.

While i turn around, the beast lungs for me again but this time I'm anticipating it. I quickly close my hands into fists and bash the animal in the head. Instead of hearing the thump of the mutt collapsing to the ground, my hands hit something, but instead of feeling the mutt's soft fur i can feel something who looks like hard concrete.

And it hurts as much as punching hard concrete too.

I shoot my hands away, and blood pours out from my fingers. I moan and shake in pain, and the animal comes flying to end me, when he collapses to the ground.

I can hear a loud, sickening thump as he hits the dirt, a dagger lodged in his neck.

- What the hell...! - I murmur.

I look the creature over some more and quickly see the dagger planted on its throat. I look forward int ime to see my former allies, Jeanna and Jin.

- Blossom! - Jeanna screa,s and comes running towards me.

We sit there hugging each other. I was almost sure that the two cannons i heard early in the morning were her and Jin.

But i guess i was wrong.

And there is nothing better than that.

Jin Torigawa
Our alliance walks down the forest silently, with caution.

While we know that most of the tributes are already setting up their camp or preparing to sleep, after killing that mutt we realized that there can be still more like it, and we should probably watch out.

Mutts might be a problem for us untill the rest of the games, and i don't plan on losing this "game" so early.

The same can be said for my allies. Right now they're checking a backpack and sorting out items in another, speaking in low voices. The fact that they hesitate to trust me simply proves my theory that they will not be afraid to betray me later on. But i'm ready.

I observe Jeanna, her shifty eyes looking down to the ground. Even though she and Blossom are "friends" of sort, i know that they will not hesitate in taking each other down, and it is just a matter of time untill that happens.

Suddenly, our campsite gets much lighter, and we know what that means. We all look above and stare at the depressive Capitol seal, meaning that the Fallen just begun.

The first grim-looking face up there is Elliott Harrison (2).

I can hear Blossom and Jeanna murmur in excitement as they see the first career of the games to go down.

Ajax (9) and Calliope (9) are the other two faces. As Ajax comes, none of us feel sad. He volunteered for this. He deserved whatever the death he got. And as Calliope comes, i don't take much notes. She was an average tribute, someone who will not remembered for much more time.

The anthem then wraps itself up, and the darkness of the forest returns. I lay my back against a tree and decide to rest a bit. It was a long and tiring day, afterall. And i might as well get some sleep.

Boom!

I jerk awake, and frantically look around for my allies. They're fine; for now. Jeanna is already awake, altough Blossom is splattered up near a tree, snoring loudly. I think of waking her up but--

-PALACE!!!!- A scream coming from my left atrartles me. Huh? Palace?

Oh, Palace Lane; District 11. Was she the one to go down? Wait, wait; that's the smallest of my worries right now. The scream came from a close location. Very close.

I sigh as i realize that i won't sleep untill the rest of the night. Because just as i am about to close my eyes, i see Jeanna packing and starting to wake up me and Blossom.

Alexandrine Haines
I'm woken up by the swift, cool morning breeze blowing past me. I sigh; another day in the arena has started. Another day of endless sorrow and torture. I heard no more cannons after the one who sounded last night, meaning that there are still 17 tributes fighting for victory; save myself of course.

The sun already rose up in the horizon, and the heat is now setting in, replacing the cool wind who usually rules this arena. After thinking of today's to-do-list, i realize i don't have much in mind.

Except, of course, getting my hands on some food and water. I might have a few of it right now, but some extra food would be great. The only water i have is freezing cold, which isn't really good. If my memory serves me right, overly-cold water speeds up your metabolism, making you get skinny very quickly.

I should've paid attention to this before, because as i look at my ribs, i see that they are visible. My lips are dry and cracked, so i get my hands on my belt, searching for my canteen, when i realize something.

There is no canteen there. But the worst of all, there is no belt. Anger fills my chest as I realize my situation. Yesterday, while climbing up a tree, i slipped and heard the sound of falling metal, but I didn't pay much attention to it at the moment.

And now i realize i should've.

I drop from the tree like a bag of stones, and stumble to the tree i was in last night, to find nothing but the pack of knives i had attached to my belt. I just lost my weapons and source of water, but that is not the part that bothers me.

Someone else has them. I giggle sarcastically, and kick a rock out of my way. My foot hurts like hell, but I couldn't care less.

I spend the next hour scanning the dirt, untill i find something.

I find proof of another resident in this part of the jungle. A footprint embedded in the dirt. It wasn't old either. I'm no expert tracker but I know that it had to have been created only hours ago, possibly minutes.

Well, i guess I'll need to get rid of my neighbour, or else my neighbour will get rid of me.

Oliver Quaid
I have one goal at the moment, i have one wish.

And it is to escape the games.

So far, my performance has been quite pitiful, actually. Yesterday i completely wasted an oportunity to gain a bunch of easy kills, and as it wasn't bad enough, i wound up getting hurt. Badly.

I advance through the woods carefully, completely bewildered on what i'm supposed to do. I walk for what seems like hours, untill i come across a small tree. The arena has cooled up greatly since last night, so maybe chopping it down is a good idea.

I don't know what to use, but the tree is quite mediocre, and maybe i can make it collapse by putting my body weight into it. As i am about to get my job finished, something heavy lands on my shoulders, and i collapse to the ground, face first. I see a shadow descending upon me, and try to reach for anything i can use against it, but before i can do it a knife slashes across my throat. I barely even avoid it, and the knife chops off some of my hair's red locks.

- Fuck you! - I curse at my assailant, and hear a soft giggle.

I gain a few time to look above, and see angelical grey eyes staring at me, contorting in anger. I would recognize those grey eyes anywhere. The person with those eyes was the one to take most of my supplies at the beggining of the bloodbath.

Alexandrine Haines.

- Rude! You don't really like me, eh? - She says - Did you ever consider i was trying to align with you?

No, not really. Maybe that's because of your knives. But then i notice that what she wields is not a knife. It is just some sharpened piece of wood, and i giggle in my head. Apparently the girl lost all her supplies to someone.

I stand up, oddly enough, the same time as Alexandrine. We collide and fall to the patchy grass floor. I'm on my feet first, staring at her in the eyes. Her eyes seem so quiet, so innocent. I extend my hand and she surprisingly takes it. I now have an ally. And I've, for the most part, survived untill now.

- I'm Alex - She tells me in a shy tone as i help her up.

- Oliver - I don't say much, as we don't have time to waste.

She nods a quick agreement and we look around us. Nobody is around. We continue to walk untill i feel the ground disappearing beneath us. I am about to scream when i land into dirt, in a hole that is around 9 feet deep. My leg hurts like hell, but i don't pay any attention to it and turn my attention to Alex.

- Where are we? - I start, before being cut off by Alex yanking my arm.We hastily scramble down the path, trying to find a way out. Searching for a place where it opens up. I have paid no attention to the intersections we take, besides the fact there has been quite a few. Winded, I slow down, certain no one is behind us. For the time being, I convince Alex to slow it down to a quick walk as we advance. After what felt like forever and a day, we reach something.

What we see are not really humans. They're some mutt-like creatures the Capitol put in here. Not that they're the biggest of our worries, but what happened to them is something to worry about.

They lie in a pool of blood, and most of them have their necks hanging and an unnatural angle, as if they were strangled to death. Some others seem to have their throaths ripped off, and i look at other direction.

Suddenly, a girl emerges from one of the intersections. She has blood-soaked teeth and a glazed over look in her eyes. She crouches over the grass, and then she sees us.

And mayhem is wrecked into the tunnels.

She goes sprinting towards us like an animal, her eyes red and terrifying. I can hear Alex scream, and then we take off running. I can hear the girl, Ophelia Ziegler, approaching. What happened to her? What did the Capitol do to her--

- Oliver! We won't escape. We need to fight back! - Alex shouts from my left.

-Fine, just give me your weapon!! - I say

She raises an eyebrow, but quickly hands me that sharpened stick. I look back, and see that monster coming towards us.

No way i'm fighting her.

I duck and the girl comes flying past me. Somehow, she lands on her legs, and comes running towards us. I don't even look at Alex as i stab the stick through her leg. She gasps in shock and attempts to pull it out, but Ophelia is faster.

- Evil... little... bastard... - Alex curses. And then Ophelia approaches her.

I don't see it, but i can hear it. The sound of Alex getting strangled to death. She screams for what seems like hours, but soon her screams grow muffled, and right after desist. I continue running down the tunnels, untill i reach a fork-shaped intersection. Cannon. Alex just died.

Because of me.