The Ancient Games (The 703rd Hunger Games)

Hello there. Yes. HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Okay so if you've read the 701st or 702nd, you know what's up. But if you havent, I'll tell you what's up. The sky of course. Unless your indoors... then it's the ceiling... but it also depends on your perspective of up... if up is down and right is left and left was secretly up, then it's... going to be hard to explain. Let's begin.

Twist
Oh goodie! A twist! Wait a minute salmon, this ain't a quarter quell, why is there a damn twist? Good question interested reader! Read the prologue and it will tell you... what's that you say, there is no prologue? Well, guess you'll just have to wait.

The twist is... districts 0, 14, 15, and the capitol are entering as well. Meaning 8 more tributes... 24+8=32. There will be double tributes. 32x2=64. But 24 tributes will also be revived from the previous Drowning Games, 701st, and 702nd. So 64+24=88. Counting the bloodbath fodder, who knows how high the bar can go!

Mass Amounts of Bloodbath Fodder
It's obvious my troll tributes would never get a games themselves, so why not let them get some shine time by dying in these.

Alliances
Careers: Seiko Torres (C), Gladia Torres (C), Akumai Tenshin (1) , Zapphire O'Quaid (1) ,  Trevor Gold (1) , Nutmeg Spica (1) , Magnus Agrona (2) , Courtney Dax (2) , Mario Iris (2) , Isla Ackerson (2) , Michael Caboose (4) , Adelle Searling (4) , Lila Highsmith (4) , Ryan Marine (4) , Brett Brawl (5), Zoey Proasheck (5), Osanna Hex (5) , Aroma Velonte (8) , Jack Wang (10) , Luxray Meganium (12) , Eugene Watson (14),  Kaleido Esquire (14) , Valora Vista (R1), Felix Leonard (R1), Rio Waterborne (R6) , Mack Waterborne (R4) , Tomer Wilt (R12) , Aurum Chirp (R2) , Daenerys Kystrel (R10) , Valentina Parr (R2) ,

Anti-Careers:  Salem Finnigan (0), Unnamed Tribute (3) , Unnamed Tribute (5) , Unnamed Tribute (6) ,  Camiren Paisley-Idylwyld (8) , Kharjo Derkeethus (8) , Caliban Rweed (9) , Diamandia Reaperson (10) , Unnamed Tribute (10) ,  Unnamed Tribute (12) , Luxio Sertralium (12) , Penny Wheatgrove (12), James Dant (13) , Jayda Idlywild (R6?), Solar Powers (R5) , Lunar Powers (R5), Luigi Iris (13) , Vesper Brooks (7)

 Alliance 1: Jupiter Orbit (0), Juno Orbit (0)

 2: Renault Black (6), Mercedes Black (6)  Disbanded with Mercede's Death

 3: Umbreon Martell (11), Espeon Martell (11)

 4: Herb Everest (14), Karen Everest (14)  Disbanded with Herb's Death

 5: Solar Powers (R5), Lunar Powers (R5)  Merged with Anti Careers

 6:  Vesper Brooks (7), Macy Rayle (0), Cauter Dumont (15)  Disbanded after Macy's Betrayel

Loners:    Karen Everest (14), Erron Braddock (11) , Renault Black (6) , Eevee Darkbloom (15) , Britney Munroe (6), Alkali Watt (3) , Harry Torres (R12)

Dawn Pyres, victor of the 702nd Hunger Games
"Alright Dawn, stay away from the damn ruins of the Waterborne Mansion, place is haunted. Other than that though, there should be no problem. I have no clue why the president wants to crown you victor in District 4... guess to show of his conquering of the Waterbornes."

My mentor Scaggus was pretty damn bossy, but headstrong and mocking. I liked that about him, he didn't seem to give a damn about the capitol or what they could do to him. I wish there were more people like him who wouldn't cower in fear.

"Hello citizens of District 4. We've been honored by our beloved President Typhoon, who has decided to crown our victor of the 702nd Hunger Games right here in our district." I was sitting on a high tower, on the balcony alongside some other high ranking officials. The tower looked like it was built not so long ago, probably after the Waterborne rebellion.

I could look down and see most of the district gathered in the square, far below us. Displayed on the two large billboards where there tributes from my games. I was expected to give a speech about how brave they where and stuff, like if I was on a victory tour.

The president took the stage, as my hand clasped around a handle in my jacket pocket. Corin's sword, the one I stole from the games. I made a promise to her before she died that I would take this blade and behead the president with it. Today would be my chance.

"Dawn Pyres has shown, through determination and perseverence, that she was capable to outlast the others, and become victor. I offer her the crown of the 702nd Hunger Games, to forever commemorate her victory." The president announced, walking over to me.

He placed the crown on my hand, turning around to make one last speech. As he turned, I whipped Corin's sword out and brought it across the back of his neck. His tendons snapped backwards as his head severed behind him, as I kicked the corpse over.

Screams erupted through the district as I tossed the crown down, running from the balcony and towards the roof of the tower. Peacekeepers began chasing me, and I knew I might die from this. But if I did, I would have changed Panem forever.

I get to the roof, the churning ocean far below me. Only a fool would jump, and only luck would keep me alive. That's when I spot a girl who grabs me, saying quickly "I can get us out of here." She was about my size, with long brown hair and green eyes.

"Who are you?" I ask, distrustful. "We don't have much time. Here." she hands me a pair of swimming goggles. "What do I need these for?" I ask. "You'll see... now Dawn... jump!" With that, the girl takes a leap of faith, grabbing my arm as I follow with her.

After a fall, we crash into the water, the sound of rushing water filling my ears. I look around, to see the now masked girl lead me to a dolphine. She grabs on and motions for me to do so. Was she crazy? I had no other choice, as I grabbed on as well.

The dolphin took of speeding. After a minute underwater, it broke the surface, allowing for us all to breathe. "Explain yourself!" I say, drawing Corin's sword and pointing it at the girl. "Alright! My name is Arabella Waterborne. I'm taking you to our secret base of operations."

"What?" I ask, confused. The Waterbornes were dead. This couldn't be happening. "Yea, off the coast a bit. It's hidden underwater, just wait and see." After a few more minutes, the dolphin ducks back under. What my eyes see amazes me.

A huge dome sticks out from the bottom of the sea, surrounded by many more domes. An underwater base... how awesome.

We are brought inside a dome, as water drains from it and it is replaced by air. "Alright bud go to the others." Arabella says to the dolphin, who goes back with 4 other dolphins in a pin. "You got those trained?" I ask. Arabella nods.

"So why did you take me here?" I ask, and Arabella just looks at me. "You killed the president. How could we NOT take you here?" she responds. "Good point." I reply. "I got to take you to my father. He runs the place." I grumble a bit. Another stranger to meet. "Come on, follow me. He's an honorouable man." Arabella adds on, as she leads me through the base of mysteries, while I'm still mystified about it all.

Woody the Cowboy, Head Gamemaker
The president was dead. The capitol was at a panic, District 4 officials sent divers searching everywhere for the killer, the victor Dawn Pyres. We hadn't found anything, not a corpse nor a piece of clothing. She'd simply vanished into thin air.

"Woody, I'm sure you're in grief about our late President Typhoon." A man in shadow calls out to me. "Yes I am sir. But may I find out your name first before I speak to you?" The man throws a buzz lightyear action figure on the floor, as I watch it slide to my feet.

Giddy as all get out, I pick it up and start pressing all the buttons on it. "My name will come later, but I'm going to be your next president you know... After my father's passing, the throne of Panem is left to me." I just nod and keep playing with Buzz.

"So Woody, do you have my support to build a devious arena to my liking?" The shadow man says to me. Too distracted by Buzz Lightyear to care, I casually say "Oh yes yes yes! I'd love to do whatever you want!" He then moves forward.

"Good." The shadow off him gone, I see a young man, only about 25 years old. He's tall, a good 8 inches over my own decent 6 foot frame. His hair is an unnatural color, like most in the capitol, a light blue. His eyes are an evil red, and he wears nice clothes.

"Just refer to me as President De Leone. I have an idea that you could follow through with." He then snaps his finger, as a few capitol servants roll a tank full of water toward us. The bad thing is, it has someone in it, a girl who looks barely 13.

"Please Mr. Cowboy... get me out of here and away from this maniac!" she says, her brown eyes wide with fear. "See this tank?" He asks. "Yea..." I say, lowering my buzz lightyear. "Forget the tank... watch what happens to our girl here..."

He presses a button on the tank. It slowly begins filling with water. "I'll give you a chance dear. Don't drown and you'll live." The girl begins screaming, but soon her cries get muffled by water. I watch, horrified, as she screams her lungs out, emptying them of air.

She goes still, mouth and eyes wide open, a terrifying sight. "Make sure the water's deep, really deep. I want to see this in my games." He then leaves the room, leaving me alone with a buzz lightyear toy and a drowned girl. I didn't want to follow his orders, but if I didn't want to end up like the girl, I would follow them regardless.

Penny Wheatgrove
So many tributes... 15 of them had come back from various games, and the other 64 were just reaped. But the others... these freaks and weirdos that nobody liked in their games... why were they back? "For the sake of blood of course" I tell myself, before getting in the elevator.

My district partners were these two boys with some of the strangest names. Luxio and Luxray, to odd names, especially considering it was district 12. The other girl in our district, I didn't even know her name, and wouldn't be doing so either.

The amount of tributes had to huddle in groups to space out. So many of us, so, many many many. The weird dude with a cane stood up, standing on a pedestal to tower over even the tallest of tributes. He didn't even have to speak for me to know his annoying voice.

"Why hello kids and tributes! This training area is where we seperate the men from the boys and the women from the girls! You train here and toughen up, and whaddya know, you might be a VICTOR! The girl last year sure was a fiery one, maybe you district 9ers can top her performance, huh?"

"Well a weirdo like you shold know the careers normally destroy any other tributes almost any other games. Are you forgetting the 701st Games?" Luxray spoke up. Why him? District 12 was rare to offer careers, but he had the size to be one.

"Boy, let me teach you a lesson about speaking when I'm speaking." The crazy man jumps from the pedestal, and draws a sword out of his cane. "Arrogant boy like you from District 4 learned the same way. Let's hope you learn faster-"

Before he even thrusts forward, Luxray kicks the sword cane out of the man's hands and throws him to the ground, curb stomping him until 5 peacekeepers drag him away. "KILL HIM! I WANT TO SEE HIM DEAD!" The angry man said as he was taken away by paramedics, some other dude coming in to watch us.

Everyone cleared out, the training room filled with chatter as some tributes had to take turns on each training station. My odds were terrible and I knew it, there were just... so... MANY! I almost bump into a fat tribute who is muttering to himself about bombs.

"Watch it dumbass!" a slim man following the fat dude says as he shoved me. "Whatcha gonna do, huh? Cry? Cry for me, you stupid little cunt!" He says, raising his arms up. "You look like you burned some ho's house down you stupid little shit!"

The words did it... tears streamed down my eyes. That just made the cruel, sadistic kid laugh more. Until suddenly, someone stood up in front of me. "It's a damn shame someone like you gets the kicks out of bullying." I look up to see the girl, and am surprised to see the girl from 8.

"Ha-ha! Look at dis whore! You're about as two-sided as your hair colors! Weird ass bit-" The girl from 8 strides across the floor and whams her fist into the boy's face. Instantly, his fat friend and a girl holding a flamingo turn around, and attack the girl from 8.

"How's it feel bitch!" The dancing freak said, disco-kicking the girl from 8. She was tough and got up, managing to fight off the fat man, flamingo girl, and the dancer, before peacekeepers broke them up. "This isn't over you multicolored ho!"

"Hi... I'm very sorry for his terrible words... I'm Camiren Paisley-Idylwyld, but you can just call me Camiren." Camiren says, holding her hand to me. "I'm Penny Wheatgrove... from District 12." Camiren smiles. "You're also going to be my first anti career."

We walk around, telling each other about ourselves, trying to find other kids to recruit. After searching, our numbers begin to increase, and soon, we have a noble amassment of around 14 tributes. A rather large alliance by my standards, but tiny compared to the army of careers.

"I say we vote for our leader." The girl from 10 who's name slips me says. "Yea, I agree." James Dant from 13 replies. "Alright. Vote we will." Camiren says. "I vote... myself." Salem says, the boy from 3 just laughing at him. One quick glare shuts him up, as we continue voting.

Despite the voting, Camiren still wins leadership, and declares me co-leader. "Aw come on Camiren! She's just 13, she couldn't lead a life through a sewer pipe!" The crackhead from 9 says. "It's my decision, she earned it. Now, let's train."

Jack Wang
The careers had let me in somehow. I was very surprised and shocked, and glad at the same time. We were the largest alliance, we could easily destroy the competition. However, remembering last year's games, career alliances didn't always last.

"Alright, this climate's going to be wet and warm, but not hot. I don't know what to expect, but... just expect something." my stylist says, handing me a rubber pair of pants and a water-proof shirt. "A little tight..." I mutter as she leads me to the tube.

"Tubes launching, in 30 seconds." A masculine robot voice says. "Listen Jack, you've got brains most careers don't posess. Use that to your advantage, make them pay in what they lack. I got hope in you." My stylist says, before the glass shuts.

She waves me goodbye, as the tube rises. A nervous feeling and dread feel me like never before, as I prepare myself for any arena.

The usual bright sun blinded me, ya-da ya-da, when my eyes adjusted, I found myself in this huge ancient city. Huge quartz buildings rose up, large dirt paths and the whole nine yards. It resembled Athens, Greece, a great city a long time ago.

The cornucopia was at the front of a senate building, it's massive stairs leading into the grand quartz place. Behind me the sea resembling the Aegean sprawled across. I could spot a few islands as well, the biggest one obviously representing Crete.

To my left, mountains where in the distant, and to my right, more sea. "60 seconds." The all to familiar voice chirps on. I look around, the massive amount of tributes surrounding me. Deciding I have a little bit of time, I decide to do the math and count the total amount.

64 new tributes, 15 revived ones, and 27 of those weird ones.... a grand total of 106 tributes. These were probably the biggest games ever in Panem History. I still wondered why they were so large, it wasn't a quarter quell... but I kne I was in for one of the bloodiest bloodbaths.

Then, those dreaded last 10 seconds began to countdown. "It's alright Jack, you're a career, you'll make it through this." I look straight ahead at the cornucopia, knowing soon I'd be forced to kill... the countdown reaches 1, and the gong sounds, as I'm running towards the cornucopia.

Kaleido Esquire
Running as fast as I can, running to the cornucopia, the sea of tributes everywhere. So many of them, how was I going to live? I had no idea, just keep on moving... I had been telling myself to keep on moving for the past few minutes...

I watch a tribute fall to my right, a rather ugly looking fellow. A large spear sticks out of his torso, but the poor bastard keeps on running. That means someone had already made it to the cornucopia, and they where going to attack me next.

I spotted the thrower, some chick named Amy Oceania, the only one to wear masquerade to the games. She chucked another, as I ducked, hearing it hit someone behind me. I turn briefly to spot the creepy Shia kid, who had an ax to the back of my head.

I tackle the Amy chick to the ground, reaching for anything. My hand clasps a sickle as I begin to cut away at the girl trapped under me, before she finally dies. Blood stains the cornucopia and my blade, before I'm forcefully kicked on my stomach.

The ugly dude with the spear in him stands over me, ripping the spear out of his chest and pointing it at me. "That sickle belongs to me!" he hisses, as I throw it up to block his stab. Someone else disarms him, and I watch as the ugly kid gets his throat slashed with an ax.

"Good thing you're a career, huh?" Magnus says, helping me up. A tribute raises a knife, ready to stab into his back.. Not on my watch. I slash forward with the sickle, catching the tributes head. The Cyndi Mintis chick falls down, and Magnus turns around.

"Oh.." he says before running off into the fray. Left alone, I arm up with weapons more preferrable to my own style, before I charge into battle.

Brett Brawl
"Ha-Ha! One!" I shout as I plunge my spear into the retreating Jessica Taylor. "Two!" I add on as I whirl around and impale my spear tip through the heart of Robin Sparkles. "Three! I can get used to this!" I add, chucking my spear into Senpai, ripping it out as I face someone else.

"Eugene Watson. 1 Male." A blob of a tribute covered in word tattoos. "Who in the hell are you?" I ask, but the THING only replies. "Is 16 years of age. Prefers to use a snake sword and gauntlets as weaponry." The freak was angering me as I rushed forward.

Unlike my 3 previous kills, this dude knew how to at least DODGE. He moved sideways, albeit slowly, before spouting off more information. "Evaine Mejai. Is 18 years of age. Prefers to use knives and steel claws as weaponry."

"Fucker!" I curse, pushed too much. He was spouting out NONSENSE, and I was sick of it. "No one filled me up. Now I hunger for the day people give me more info." Another crap thing, and his last words, when my spear went into his knee.

"Eat this premature freak!" I say, raising my spear up for a downard stab. Zoey, my district partner and a reluctant ally of mine, finishes him off. "Sorry Brett, I need a kill... the careers will kill me if I don't prove myself!" She then runs off, as I scoff. Thief.

"We got some nameless versus nameless action here! The unnamed from 12 faces off against the nameless from 15!" The awful singer Richard the Rick of Roll says. I prepared to end their little sport competition, when our leader, the dangerous Aurum Chirp stands up, wielding a spear and ax.

He had more expirience, he was already in a games once... but this time, he'd covered his mistakes. He allowed everyone to make fair decision, and he was only the leader by omission. But he was by far our most dangerous career we had.

His spear enters both kids from 12 and 15, turning them into a human kebab before Aurum cuts both their heads off simeultaneously. "No, PLEASEEEEEEEE!" Richard says before Seiko impales him through the chest with her katana. I nod to them both, as we prepare to take on a large group of antis.

Adelle Searling
Zapphire takes down the weird thisis kid, as I begin to charge for Joshua Cottonseed. He was gutsy in each of his reincarnations, attacking tributes much better than him. I was hoping his gutsiness would come after me, as I challenged him to attack.

He rushed forward, but it seemed in this revival he was his strongest. He swung powerful sword strikes, and I was surprised to be forced on the defense. I parried and struggled and was shocked when he whacked my sword out with a strong blow.

He attempted to cut my head off, but I managed to grab his sword arm and wrestle around with him. He slammed his head into mine, knocking me back with disorentation. I look up as he stabs down, but thankfully Aroma was there to impale him through the stomach with a scythe in the nick of time.

"Thanks." I mutter, brushing myself off and picking up my sword to go back into the fight. I then see a man dressed in old royal navy attire, followed by a valet who has too much white makeup. Both wear ridiculious powdered wigs, before the funny faced one says:

"Coa do oh eal Ix als vo pe!" I give a confused look, before the makeup dude, his valet, speaks up. "Sir Jaimes No-ington wishes you give him the compass you hold." I rummage in my pocket, feeling around the compass I had picked up...

"No, it's mine!" I say. His valet steps back, when Jaimes adjusts his wig and stands straighter. "Don't make me ask again girl. Give me that compass." he orders with an english accent. His sudden mood change scared me, but I wasn't going to back down.

I crossed blades with the navy man, avoiding strikes from the valet who wielded a strange weapon, an english flag with the bottom of it being a spear point. "You are meek to me, and a bloody pirate, a thief, scoundrel!" The navy man says, dueling me to the cornucopia edge.

"Trevor, what are you doing?!" I shout as he takes out Jaimes with a well placed kick to the groin. "Rescuin' you-" I scream as he's knocked on his rear end by the somehow capable valet. "Bye bye Barbarian!" The valet hisses, thrusting downward with his spear-flag.

I can only watch as the point impales Trevor, who coughs a bit. "NOOOOOOOOO!" I shout, but the Valet and Jaimes take off running. "Trevor... why?" I ask. "You're being immature... it's just... I had no personality, no story. The capitol wouldn't like me, so why should anyone else?" After those words, he just gives in and dies, to my upset.

Cauter Dumont
Stricken between finding Vesper and living, I pull Macy on her feet. Stone Rockgobbler lies dead. He was a powerful tribute, but not even he can stop me from protecting my allies. "We have to find Vesper, come on!" I shout, as we search for our ally.

I spot him, between two of the strangest tributes ever. "Dolan u fukin' mooron, we should beat him to death with makeshift weapons, not tell him jokes about ur friends!" The duck man just gives a dumb grin, saying "Gooby pls." before lunging forward.

The two begin punching each other, their fighting skills pretty pathetic, as neither are able to make much damage on each other. "Vesper, come on!" I say, as he gets up, grabbing what little he had gotten as we take off to the beaches of the coast.

"Not so fast! I will die and you will have the bounty of my items! Wait no, YOU will die and I will have the bounty of YOUR items." A strange talking Mervin of Rottingham says. His buddy, a tall spanish man in a tux begins to crack jokes.

"What do my knuckles and the FNAF fanbase have in common? They're both BROKEN!" Mervin turns to his friend, saying "Fool! Bonnie killed you on Night 12... DAMNIT! I meant Bonnie killed ME on Night 1!" Taking enough of this crap, Macy lunges foward and beheads Mervin with her... dagger?

"How?" I ask, but she shrugs. He must've had a weak neck. "Alright, your turn." She says, slashing a deep wound across the spanish man's stomach. He doesn't even flinch. "I guess that's one way to eat the blade!" he says, making a bad stomach joke.

She jabs the dagger into his eye, but he still doesn't die. "Eh, I guess I can "stare daggers" now" This guy was TERRIBLE! I join in, stabbing him through the chest, his heart coming out of his back with my blade. But does he flinch or die? NO!

"The warmth of my heart will warm the cold of your steel!" I rip my blade out, surprised this tribute isn't dying. "How do we kill him?!" I ask, looking at Macy who seems just as confused. "I dunno." Vesper stands up however, a plan in his mind.

"Why did the undead chicken cross the road?" The spanish man then replied "What?" Vesper added on "To get to the nether side!" The spanish man went rigid, his own bad jokes biting him in the rear as he fell backwards, finally dead. "Good one Vesper." I say, before we move on.

Lunar Powers
I nock an arrow, skillfully launching it through the air. It whistles and finds it mark into Kasha Sewall, who falls dead in the sand. I whirl my bow around, face to face with a nasty tribute known as Mac Bulb. I dodge his sober strikes, before he smashes me in the head with a whiskey bottle.

"A drink, to my first kill." He says, before Solar cleaves him in half. Woah, didn't expect that. "You alright?" he asks. "I'm fine." I say, as we head to the hills for a vantage point.

I take potshots at a few retreating tributes, managing to land a leg shot on the creepy Moordoor kid, who begins to crawl away with his fat ally, flamingo lover, and dancing fool. I whirl around, to get whacked with a cane, the next sight scaring me.

Solar's been bound with rope, a muscular thing holding him down, forcing chocolate down his throat. "EAT MORE WONKA BARS YOU WHELP!" The thing with an orange head and hairy body says, forcing more chocolate down his throat.

"Oh, so you're married? Tell me more about how you aren't in it for the gifts." The cane wielding man in a top hat says, drawing a sword from it. "You crazy nut!" I shout, but he just shushes me. "Oh, so I'm a nut? Tell me more about how sane you are."

He raises his sword cane, when he shakes violently, falling dead. "Drug overdose... a method of killing, no less." The drug dealer from 9 says. Anti-careers. I see the leader take out the muscular hair-man gracefully, and help up Solar.

"We could use you two. You once were anti careers, remember?" She says. I nodded, remembering what happened... glad Solar didn't know the truth. After he died, I fell in love with Rodeo, promising he'd be the father of Solar and my baby.

Too bad Uzi killed us both. "Kharjo Dicktheeus. You weird complexioned son of a bitch! Your kind should've been kept outside the border of panem! You all deserve NOTHING BUT ISOLATION! ONLY THE PURE WHITE MAN DESERVES ANY RECOGNITION!"

I turn to see a silver haired man attack Kharjo viciously, but Camiren holds us back. "This is personal. Kharjo requested he fight Garth alone." I could only watch as the two engaged in battle.

Kharjo Derkeethus
I tower a full foot over Garth, who is no short man himself. But he has made the mistake of crossing Kharjo, a mistake that would be his last.

"Cat lookin' bastard! You'd make a FINE RUG!" He shouts a racial slur, slashing forward at me, his strikes wild and out of control. I calmly put several knives in him, and watch as he falls. Too easy, he was no challenge to me at all. Kharjo was too skilled for him.

I begin to walk to my allies, before I'm brought to the ground. Stunned, my vision is thrashed back in forth with each hook punch he lays on me, his anger spit and words falling on me. I push him off me, wiping blood from my face as we begin a fight.

I slash with my claws, raking across his face. He slams his fist into my gut several times, sideways kicking me in the ribs and attempting to uppercut me. I backstep away from his fist, using my extended reach to jab into his throat and sever an artery.

He punt kicks my knee, bringing me down as he throws another strong jab, forcing me to my back. "Lotta good them feline reflexes did you, you inferior species basta-" He's cut off by a strong thump, as I watch an arrow potrude from his temple.

"Kharjo bids you farewell, racist stormcloak." I say, finishing the job with a strong slash to the eyes. Garth was no more, and the arena was a better place without him.

Avan Falco
Many tributes had fallen in the first day. Not surprising considering the total amount of tributes, but still shocking nonetheless. I had the misfortune of running into the dancing weirdo, who made a total fool of me. I shouldn't have let my anger take over me, as I rub the bruises and knots on my body from his baton.

"Next time Avan, fight with control, not emotion." I say, happy to have supplies and a nice weapon. Night had fallen and I was just preparing for the anthem, knowing it was going to be a longggggggggggggggg one, one I'd have to sit through.

It started, and the faces of so many meaningless tributes went through the air. Faces of the unknown, the onces no one bothered to bet on, root for, ever deal with. I felt bad for those tributes, and hoped to the ones still living, that someone would go for them.

Only two tributes rose my eyebrow. Trevor Gold of District 1 and Kasha Sewall of District 13. They were normal tributes people were rooting for, how come they'd been misfortunate enough to be killed? My thoughts could only wonder, as I set up shop.

My size helped me construct a hut with ease, but it took a long long while, and I knew I was exposed to tributes while I did it. How many times had I drawn my weapon due to a rustle in the bushes, but only found out it was only a squirrel or fox?

Glad to be finished with it, I went inside, the cozy shelter feeling warm to me. I barred the entrance to prevent any tributes from interrupting me as I slept. Contempt with what I had, I slept in a sleeping bag, anxious to win the games for District 10.

Karen Everest
"Wakeup... WAKEUP!" Herb whispers aggressively in my ear. The sun hadn't even risen, the sky appearing a dim blue, like at 5 am or something. "What herb? Can't you see it's like... not time to even wake up?" I groan, but he shakes me on my feet.

"If we don't move that thing in the water will kill us!" I look up at my brother groggily, giving him a confused look. "What thing? There's nothing over there!" I say, pointing to the still waves. Herb shakes his head, grabbing our supplies and beginning to head off.

"We have to head for the hills. The creature's weak out of water." Awake enough to realize I was the older sibling, and thus the one in charge, I grab Herb before he takes another step. "The hills have nothing we have here! We have water, fish for food, and warm temperature!"

He looks at me, his eyes with fear. "You don't understand, he stands in the waters, watching us. His red eyes glow through the night, his smile is full of malice... please, we must leave!" Herb was scared of some creepy tribute? I wasn't going to let some asswipe torment my brother!

"I'll handle the creepy bastard. No tribute's going to mess with you!" I say, drawing my knife as I march down to the water's edge. "No Karen, he'll kill you! Get away from the water!" My brother says, pulling me back. I push him off me, wading into the water, as it gets deeper and deeper.

"Herb, there's nobody in here." I say, the clear blue water revealing nothing. I go underwater to see if I can see anything, but the salt water burns my eyes as I surface quickly. "Listen, you're just imagining things. Just go back to sleep."

He stares at me one last time. "You'll see Karen... i'm not lying... He'll be out soon, and when he catches someone in the water... it won't be pretty..."

Camiren Paisley-Idlywld
"Everything going good, food warm and delicious?" I ask nicely to the tributes who had woken with me to eat breakfast. The boy from 3 remains quiet, while the boys from 5 and 6 do stupid things like imitate me. Immature 12 year olds, the both of them.

But they were my allies, and under my leadership, I had to keep a good watch for them. Someday my child would act like some of my allies did now. "Kharjo, how are you feeling?" I ask, walking over to check out our most wounded ally.

"Nothing Kharjo can't handle Cam. Just wounds from a dead man who's racism went to far... nothing serious." I nod, my hatred for Garth still spewing in my mind as I remembered his acts of violence towards Kharjo whenever he could get the chance.

"Hello Jayda. Good to see you." I say, my half-sister looking up from one of her books. "Oh hi Camiren. How's it going?" she asks. "Good enough. Care for breakfast?" I ask. "Salem is a good cook."

I sat down and began discussing with Jayda. She was the de facto co-leader, and Penny was just the one who pretended to be co. "Quiet an alliance we have... I have no clue why some of us won't reveal our names." Jayda says to me as I eat some oatmeal (porridge for u foreigners)

"I have no clue. But besides the fact, the alliance is strong. The Powers couple bolsters us greatly, with their past games' expirience and their credible combat skills." I say, complimenting the couple. "Oh don't forget Camiren, you've shown your prowess too."

"Eh, I guess so, but that's not the point. My goal is to keep a strong bond between us all. Each one of us is worth the same, even if our combat skills differ." Jayda smiles at me. "That is why I joined you, sis. Your perception of others is something that many don't have."

I take one good look at the other antis. They look happy for the most part, interacting and socializing. I couldn't bear the day I'd have to order them to attack the careers... but it was inevitable. The anti careers weren't called that for nothing, after all.

Aurum Chirp
I motion for my large group of careers as we surround the anti careers camp, hidden in the heart of the palm forest near the coast. My problem with my previous games was I was too passive, and allowed no deaths on Day 2. That was going to change.

"Hope that scum Bronze Lucrian is with them..." I mutter, Nathaniel's rival returning to get revenge on me, one of his descendants. My blood normally didn't boil, but when I thought of Bronze or any lucrian, it did. I gripped my axe a little tighter, my co-leader and former friend Felix crouching beside me.

After realizing Justine died in the final two, he became much more grim and dangerous. He vowed to win in her place, and because I knew how dangerous he was, and now how dangerous he had become, I could trust him as a co-leader.

"Well Aurum, what's the plan?" He asks me, as the antis all laugh at a joke someone told. "You take half of us to attack from the south, and I'll take half to charge in from the north. Lure them to us, and we can make short work of them."

Felix nodded and took off, gathering many of the careers to his aid. "Who do I kill?" Akumai says eagerly, but I just silence him. "In time Akumai... go after anyone you meet... that isn't a career." I watch for Felix's signal, as I hear him yell, leading half the careers toward the career camp.

They panic, the braver ones managing to pick up there weapons and trying to fight the charging careers. We have them outnumbered, and it's barely 10 seconds into battle before the first cannons booms. '''BOOM! '''

The other careers charge in, as I smirk, watching the careers decimate the ranks of the antis. The boy from 5 is struck down by Ryan, the girl from 10 being taken out by Daenerys. "Good job sis." I say quietly as two more cannons follow. '''BOOM! BOOM! '''

The boy from 6 charges at me, but his hobbit-like stature is sad compared to me. He makes a few poor swings with his dagger, as I easily dodge them, before in one swoop I bury my axe into the top of his head, ripping it out immediately. '''BOOM! '''

After the four deaths of those antis, the others begin to retreat. "Chase them down! Make sure no one survives our wrath!" I shout to the antis, leading them forward as we begin pursuit. This is how I liked to play the games... on my own terms.

Espeon Martell
I gasp for air, Umbreon pulling me from the deep water. "Are you alright?" He asks, worried. I see a baton smash downward on his head, as I scream in horror. "Bro and sis huh? You dumbass foo's never saw da beast comin' for u didja now?"

I wake up... just a nightmare. Dancing Weirdo had almost killed me in training, after he got in an argument with me over something as stupid as my name. When he said Espeon was a stupid and weird ass name, I retorted saying "Who name's their kid dancing?"

Let's just say he didn't take it well. "Espeon, the cannons have been booming... Careers must have found the antis. Come on, the antis had to have left stuff behind in they're haste!" Not wanting to ruin my brother's excitement, I follow him.

We run across the beach, into the palm forest where he had spotted them entering after the bloodbath. Sure enough, a large camp was still there, fire smoking and everything. Four bodies were scattered around, and in the distance we could hear career yells.

I'm swooped off my feet by large hands and thrown across the ground. "Espeon!!" I hear Umbreon shout as I roll sideways to avoid a huge club smash into the ground. "Petty little girl! give up!" A giant female voice roars, as I look up to see who it is.

The giantess from 9, who stand at least eight and a half feet tall, grins over me. "Get back you circus freak!" Umbreon shouts, thrusting forward with his kukri knife. It manages to pierce the large girl from 9's thigh, as she howls like a beast and swings her club.

It smashes into Umbreon's side, lifting him off his feet and sending him crashing into a large palm tree. I spring up, jumping on the girl's back, stabbing into her neck, trying to kill her.

My attempts work to a major point, but she grabs me and flings me on the ground, stamping her foot on my chest, growling at me in an animalistic manner. "So much for your bravery, you little girl. Too bad they'll have to send you home in a body bag!"

A slash and a plop, and I'm staring up at a severed neck... I look down, the girl from 9's head in my lap, same expression on her face as the one she just had. I shriek and throw it off me, looking to see Umbreon had decapitated the beast.

'''BOOM! '''"The palm forest is too dangerous Umbreon!" I say, beginning to move. "You could've at least said thank you for saving your life!" He calls back. I ignore his words, replying "Please, can we just leave? The careers will be back any second now!" Umbreon stares back at me, and silently nods. "Fine." He says, before we leave the forest, my close brush with death pasted on my mind.

Antoine Boudoir
I chuckle to myself darkly as I hear a cannon. "One less obstacle to climb over." I say, continuing my trek up the hills. I didn't need allies or people to get attached too, I wasn't going to be weakened by those. I was on my own, the way I preferred it.

The air began to get chilly as the rolly hills begin to peak upward. Snow begins falling as I stare high up into the peaks. "This oughtta do." I say, deciding to set up at the mountain's base, not wanting to climb to the top and possibly die.

I had a good vantage point and could keep a good eye on the arena. From my perch I spotted the greek city and the vast ocean, and the small palm forest on the northern coast. I searched through my bag, remembering I had binoculars, and if I could spot any tributes.

I looked through them, and it wasn't hard to find someone. The dude with the awful aging disorder was the closest tribute to me, and I saw him scrounging a frozen bush for snowberries. I had no clue how he had lasted this long, but if he got closer, he wouldn't last much longer.

The Orbit siblings from 0 were camped out where the hills first began, just on the outskirts of the city. No one but me had noticed them in their hole dug shelter in the side of a hill, and they seemed to be using that to their every advantage.

I looked a little more, spotting the anti careers, looking worn out, as they sat on the island of crete, having to swim to avoid the career pack. Speaking of the careers, most had returned to the cornucopia, and were currently celebrating their victory.

I couldn't find the other loners and pair alliances, as I decided to put up the binoculars and simply wait for the competition to come to me. I had the supplies to do it, and I didn't need to risk my own skin when someone could risk theirs coming after me.

Eevee Darkbloom
Being afraid of open water, I wasn't going to the coast. I instead stayed in the ancient greek city, surprised out how no tributes bothered to hide in it's many buildings. Most of the tributes ran for the hills or coast, but me? Just hiding in a blacksmiths shop.

My serene day is cut short when I hear the voices of passing tributes. Ducking down and peeking through a hole in the wall, I spot a fat tribute, flamingo holding tribute, a man who's dancing, and a creepy 12 year old kid who has a limp.

"Damnit Flamingo, you promised that there would be a triple deluxe cheeseburger dipped in gravy here in this grill store!" The fat one whines. "Shut it you fat foo'! Dis joint ain't a grill dumbass, it's a skate shop! Any brainy person woul' see dat!"

"You two are BOTH wrong. It's a blacksmith." The girl says, interrupting the fat tribute and dancing one. She leans in and kisses her flamingo, which squaks angrily at her, but is unable to escape her grasp. "Whyyyyyyyyyyyy don't we goooooooooooo and take a loooooooooooook?" The creepy kid suggested.

I ducked down, fear grabbing at me. I only had a broadsword, a weapon very unfamiliar with me. These 4 were armed to the teeth and I knew they were all very aggressive people. "Please go away..." I pray to myself, as I check the peep hole.

They're gone. I sigh with relief, before I feel them kick on the door. "Why isn't dis damn place unlocked? I ain't no thievin' lockpick!" The dancer says. "How about you breakdance over there? Let me show you the perks of being FAT!"

The door falls down when the fat tribute topples ontop of it. Cornered, I make a dash for it, hopping over the fat tribute on the ground. A clang sounds on the stone streets, a throwing knife from the moordoor kid that barely missed it's mark.

"Stop dat bitch!" The dancing fool says, as he begins to chase after me. The flamingo girl whistles, and her flamingo transforms into a large steed. "You got to be kidding me!" I say as the girl mounts it, and takes to the skies, chasing after me.

I dove into a barracks, slamming the door on the flamingo steeds head, making it get out. I hid in the closet, watching the four come in through a peep hole. "Where did she go?" The fat kid asked. They looked around as I held my breath, hoping they'd leave...

They finally did. I opened the door when they left, sighing with relief. "That was close." I said, sitting down on one of the chairs and resting my head on the table.

Salem Finnigan
I crawl upon the island of crete, soaking wet and exhausted. The careers chased us to the shore, and Camiren ordered us all to swim here. I didn't like her, I didn't like anyone in this alliance, and I was starting to question why I ever joined.

"Don't worry... we'll get them for what they've done. These games aren't over yet." Camiren tells the remaining anti careers, and I just sigh. I didn't like this island, it was way creepier than I liked, and to make it worse, it was nighttime as well.

From what I could make out, the city here was in crumble and ruin. Like something had destroyed it, like floods or tsunamis, or something much worse.

Camiren led us inside the most stable building in the whole island. We'd lost four of our own today, but personally, none of us knew them well. They're names were unknown, and we weren't down about their deaths. Honestly, the only thing that bothered me was the long swim.

"Get some rest guys. We'll need it." Penny said, but I wasn't taking orders from her. "Ehh, get some rest guys, meh meh MEH" I say mockingly as she turns around, caring less about her or anyone.

"Cats don't swim..." Kharjo says complaining, as Jayda babies him. Pathetic. I could've killed Garth with one blow, and now Kharjo acts all hurt just cause he got punched a few times. Not wishing to deal with my allies anymore, I finally rolled over and attempted to get sleep.

Diamandia Reaperson
I was awake before the others, curious to explore the island we had washed on the previous night. "Damn careers..." I mutter, remembering it was there fault we were here and lost most of our supplies, not to mention 4 of our own kind as well.

I tiptoe to avoid waking my allies, as I grab my weapon and decide to investigate the island. After going through the semi-jungle, I see a stone temple lying in the heart of it. Stairs decend down, and taking one look down, I knew this was someplace I wasn't going to go.

I continue through the semi-jungle, until the sun shines through the leaves, a ray of it glinting off something perched on a rock. "Whats this..." I say, getting closer and clasping the object. The gold is hot in my hand and I nearly drop it, as I see what it is.

"A... compass?" I ask, when I hear a sword draw behind me. "Drop my compass, pirate." A sophisticated man says. I turn around, seeing a man dressed like a colonial navyman pointing his cutlass at me. "I'd listen if I were you." A man with white makeup says, appearing beside the navyman.

I wasn't going to back down from these guys. I was normally nice, but this compass was mine now, they shouldn't have left it. "Drop it, NOW." The navyman says, getting increasingly angry. "You want your compass? Come and get it."

The white makeup man grins, raising his english flag, revealing the bottom to be a spear. "As you wish." I'm distracted by him, as I feel cold steel enter through my flesh. I cough hot blood, seeing the navyman has ran me through.

I fall backwards, only able to watch as the navyman rips the compass from my clutch. Him and his valet leave me to die, as I fall into darkness after an agonizing gut wound.

Mario Iris
'''BOOM! '''A cannon wakes me and half the careers from our sleep. I fumble for my bow and arrow, suspecting treachoury among us as I nock an arrow and point it at the closest career to me, Nutmeg Spica, the pretty cute girl from 1.

"Woah woah woah Mario! Calm down!" She says, fear in her voice as I kept my arrow trained on her. "Mario, put the bow down damnit!" I hear another career shout behind me. "Who died? Who betrayed us?!" I say, but the career behind me says "No one."

Luigi then shows up, and instantly I calm down a bit. "Mario, it's fine, I'm okay. None of us have been killed, we're still a strong alliance." he says. I lower my bow, muttering an apology to Nutmeg for almost shooting her, as I turn to my brother.

"Listen Mario, don't be so worried about me, I'm just as old as you, and I'm strong enough to fight most of the tributes here off." Luigi says to me, as I sigh in worry. "You don't understand Luigi, I can't let you die, I swore when we were both reaped that I'd let you win or die trying."

He puts his hand on my shoulder, giving me a warm smile. "It's okay. Besides, I can't bear the thought of one of us winning alone. Let's not discuss that shall we?" He says to me, making me feel better. "Yea, let's not discuss that..." I reply, sitting down as the rest of the careers woke up.

"Good morning guys." Aurum, our leader says. "Any requests before we start the day?" I sit in silence, not having anything particular on my mind. "Who do you think died?" Tomer asks, as Aurum took a while to think on the question.

"I'm betting a loner. Anything else?" Valentina is the one to speak up. "What is for breakfast?" Aurum looks at her, giving a warm smile. "We have the cornucopia. Whatever you can find. I'm not holding you back." As soon as he said that, the careers began a mad dash, searching everywhere for some food. What an alliance we were.

Eleanor Rayle
I wake up, groaning from pain of my wounds. Stupid Jaimes, him and his stupid obsession with compasses almost got me killed. However, a sponsor was generous enough to take pity on me, and sent me the medication I needed. The capitol wasn't full of asses as I had once thought.

I hoped the medicine would cure my disease I was born with, but unfortunately, it didn't. I wanted to ally with my sister, Macy, but I didn't in the end, because I didn't trust her allies as much as I did her.

"Hello there." Someone says, as I reach for my bow just to get my hand stomped on by a foot. I attempt to recoil, but it's trapped under the tribute's boot. I look up, to see... Joey Wheatgobb? Wait, he was weak! He died first in his original games and didn't fare better his 2nd revival either.

"You probably know my story. 'Joey Wheatgobb, he's so weak! He never survived the first day both of his revivals' well no more! I have lived THREE days now, and I'm not WEAK! You don't understand, they NEVER GIVE US an OPPROTUNITY to flesh ourselves out!" He said monloguing, as my free hand came closer to a large stone.

"I don't understand why... I wanted to win, ya know? I wanna prove... that i'm not the wealking everyone thinks I am... by killing you." He then raises his dual sickles, as my hand clasps around the stone, as I smash it into his knee.

He raises up his leg, howling in pain, my hand free now. I reach for my bow, but he kicks it away, slashing at me with his double sickles. Three slashes land on me, drawing blood, but i had to see through the pain to survive. He made a downard slash with both, and I blocked it with a large clay brick from the greek city.

"Just give up! You're weak, you won't live long!" This joey was much stronger, deadlier... I was wondering how well he would've done if he didn't die so early in his other games. He slashes around, as I slide backwards and scramble to my feet.

I chuck the brick at him, which he ducks, but gives me enough time to clasp my bow. I quickly nock an arrow, shooting and closing my eyes, waiting for his sickles to go through my throat...

They don't. I open my eyes, looking at Joey, who is staring down at the arrow, sticking through his chest. "No... not like... this!" He begins running at me, arrow still in his chest, as I quickly nock another arrow, putting this one through his head, actually killing him this time.

'''BOOM! '''I fall back and lean against one of the building's walls, exhausted from the fight. I investigate Joey's corpse, noticing him carrying a large sack. I take the sack and both his sickles, before running off, before any tribute came investigating.

Linen Moonstone
Captured... how could it have happened? "You blonde pussy!" The dancer says, bashing my stomach again with his baton. "Shusssssssssssssssh dancing. Let meeeeeeeeeeeee do the torturinggggggggggggggggg." The creepy kid says, opening a drawer.

He puts on a ridiculious pair of doctor spectacles, before pulling out a small knife. "Okay buddy, I hoooooooooooooope you enjoy thissssssssssssssssssss." He then walks over to me, making a long, tiny cut along my side.

The tiny cuts hurt the worst. I can only hold in my cries of pain, just wanting to escape and kill all of these guys. He pulls out a scalpel, raking it across my hairline. I was going to die a long painful death... there was only one option to escape this fate.

Animalistic overtakes me, as I howl like a beast. Moonlight was here now, and these fools made the mistake of releasing the beast. Moordoor readies a hatchet to bash my femur bones and make me bleed a lot in pain, but I wasn't going to let him.

My strength rips the rope bonds apart, as I grab Moordoor by the hair and fling him into his cabinet, both of them clanging to the ground. "You stupid foo'! You crossed da wrong side of da road now!" The dancer says, twirling as he swings his baton at me.

I catch his arm, giving him a wicked smile. "You dumbass foo'!" He shouts, as I swing my fist and smoke him in the head, knocking him to the ground. Moordoor is back up now, as he charges at me with his hatchet, attempting to take me down.

I grab Dancing's baton from his unconscious hands, hurling it into Moordoor's head. The weapon is blunt, but the force of the throw is enough to impale Moordoor through the head with it. He looks up, shocked a baton pierced his skull, as he falls back, dead.

'''BOOM! '''I run past him, taking the hatchet from his dead grasp, busting the door down. Outside, the Flamingo Girl is mounted on her steed, while the Fat man is overindulging with a sack of apples. "Strike him down boy!" The Flamingo Rider says to her steed, as the monstrous bird lunges at me.

I step to the right, slashing down on it's lunging neck, beheading the beastly bird. The flailing corpse flings the Flamingo girl off her ride, and before she can get up, I have thrown the hatchet into her skull. '''BOOM! '''I take off running, getting deep into the heart of the city.

I fight back control from Moonlight, getting calmer and more in control of my actions. I'd have felt sorry for my two victims... had they not been torturing me a few minutes ago.

Britney Munroe
My plan had been working. I had followed Lindell since she'd ran from the bloodbath, stealing the plants she picked, knowing they were all edible, because I'd seen her prowess in plant knowledge during training. So far, I was doing good, stealing what I needed for her.

"Blueberries... I love these." Lindell said as I watched her pick berries from a thorn bush. I sneaked into her camp, taking a few plants she'd left lying on a stump. Just enough to feed me for today and tomorrow, but not too much for her to notice.

I'd thought of asking her to an alliance so I wouldn't have to steal... but I wasn't one to trust people easy. Besides, I know she would just kill me in my sleep, a fate I wish not to suffer.

I watched her hum a bit more, wrapping her blueberries up in a silk wrap, sitting down as she began tossing logs in a pile. "What is she doing? If she starts a fire the careers will find her!" I think as she pulls out a pair of matches. I couldn't stand near her anymore. The careers would get me too!

As she lit the fire, I took off running, out of the palm woods. I sifted through the bag I stole from her before I left. The only thing was some dive mask and rope. Really? Deciding to see if the ocean offered anything, I put the mask on and dove underwater, trying to find something.

The deep seas bottom was filled with many ships. I surfaced, before filling my lungs full of air and diving down, swimming down to the sunken ships.

I kept swimming, the deeper I got the more I began to crave air. I reached the ships, going into one of them to see if I could find anything. The water was dark in the ship, as I clicked my waterproof flashlight, and nearly jumped out of my skin when I saw a skeleton leaned up on a chest.

Scared by the sudden shock, some air bubbles escaped my mouth from the initial scream. Knowing oxygen was precious down here, I didn't make the mistake again. I opened the chest, finding fresh items, including my weapon of choice, a nice long bow.

I swam back to the surface, gasping for air. I crawled on the beach, tossing the quiver of arrows of my back and holding the bow in my hands. My want for treasure great now, I was eager to dive again for more, as I once more went underwater.

James Dant
"Diamandia's been missing all day! I'm betting the first cannon we heard was her!" I hear Luxio say, arguing with Camiren about the alliance's misfortune. "Face it Cam! The anti-careers have been cursed since their blunt arrogance in the 701st!"

Solar aggressively grabs Luxio, lifting him up by his shirt collar. "Don't you blame us for your misfortune..." he shouts aggressively, as I move forward to pull Solar off of Luxio. "Listen bud, if we keep arguing, we won't be an alliance anymore!" I say.

"Listen Luxio, you shouldn't blame the antis of the 701st for our bad luck." Camiren says, but Luxio's pissed. "Then how come the last year the ANTIS BROKE UP BEFORE THE SECOND DAY?!" I move forward. "Calm down damnit! We're not splitting!"

The others look at me. "Listen, James is right. The last thing we need is to be at each other's throats. Luxio, just remember, we are all in this for someone. Think of them." I nod, agreeing completely with Camiren.

"Alright... okay...." Luxio says, trying to regain his calm demeanor. "Here, have some of this, it'll calm you down." Caliban says, offering Luxio some drug. "No thanks, I'm good. I don't need that shit to dull my mind." Caliban just shrugs and walks off.

After the Luxio incident, I tried to talk to Solar about his past games. "Well, I survived quiet a while. We took out the careers pretty well. But my luck ran out when the boy from 1 severed my arm. My ally Rodeo tried to drag me back and save me... but I was too weak. I didn't survive the night."

"Ouch..." I say. "Must not be too pleasant talking about your demise..." Solar just shrugs. "It's a mistake I won't make again. We all learn from them you know." Seeing as I was gaining a friendship with Solar, my morale went up. Things were going to get better eventually.

Juno Orbit
The hole we dug was holding up quiet well, and no tribute had the guts to charge in and attack us. It was a great shelter and good burrow, and only one tribute could come in at a time. We had a good choke point against big alliances, especially the careers.

Holding a spear in my hand, I knew the weapons reach would just compliment the choke point of our shelter. As long as we had food and water, we wouldn't have trouble. "Good job Juno, you've done it again." I tell myself as I keep strong watch over the entrance.

"A nice sunset huh Juno?" Jupiter asks me in his cheery tone, as we watch from our entrance as the sun sets on another day. "Yea, it would seem so." I reply, and nightfall soon covers the arena in darkness, the stars and moon twinkling in the clear night sky.

Soon the peace of the night was temporarily interupted as the anthem played out. Joey Wheatgobb, some 3rd revived kid, appeared first. Guess third revive wasn't a charm for him. The other female from 10 appeared next, followed by the girl who was obsessed with Flamingos and ending with the creepy kid Moordoor.

"Get some rest." I tell my brother, who says happily "Okay sis!" Before he rolls up in a sleeping bag. I wasn't going to sleep just yet... I had a shelter to watch over. I was ready for anything they could throw at us... whether it be tribute or not.

Textil Archeus
The sun wakes me up, as I scramble to my feet, weapon drawn. No one is near me, I'm all good and alone. This part of the beach wasn't touched by tributes, and I knew the arena forcefield wasn't too far away. The very edge of the coastline was mine.

I could stay here and be safe for most of the games, but I remembered someone who I had fallen for in training... someone I secretly vowed to protect. "Eevee..." I say, panic grabbing me. What if she had died before I woke up?! I could only imagine as I ran into the city, searching for her.

I raced through the streets, seeing a tribute duck under a window in the corner of my eye. They wanted to hide from me, so I simply ignored them and moved on. "She might be in danger!" I say, quickening my pace, until I hear signs of a struggle.

"Get your hands off me you dirty old man!" Eevee screamed loud, as I saw her in a back alley. "Quit screamin' for crying out loud! I'm seventeen, I just look older!" The old tribute Mac Greybeard said, trying to subdue Eevee and have her as his own.

"She's not your TOY!" I shout, as the old man turns around. "Who do you think you are? Painting yourself like a retard?" That was it. He crossed the line once with his attempt on Eevee, but now he insults mentally handicapped? This asshole is so dead!

I chuck a throwing knife, but the old man moves like he is young. He dodges it, charging at me with his mace drawn. I throw another one, this one he deflects. Out of knives, I draw my backup weapon, a steel rod, basically a thing metal club.

We both smash our weapons against each other. The strong blunt weapon would win, and Mac had more force behind his blow. The steel rod clangs to the ground, but I'm not done yet. I roll under his next blow and kick his legs out from under him, before jumping on top of him.

I pin him with my knees, wrapping my hands around his throat, squeezing in anger. He attempts to pry my hands off his throat, but he is too weak. It's not long before he stops struggling, and a cannon sounds to signify his demise. BOOM!

"Textil..." Eevee says. I run to her and pull her in a hug. "I thought you were dead!" I say. "I thought you were dead as well!" She replies, but we cherish the moment. We were together at last, even if it took me to strangle a perverted old man.

Rita Rios
I'd made the mistake of trying to take from the cornucopia while the careers slept. I didn't watch my step and put too much weight on Osanna Hex's hand. Her cry of pain woke the careers, and when Aurum spotted me, he only said one sentence.

"Kill the traitor." He still thought of me as treachorous, because I joined the seperatists last year. Now it was his goal to hunt me, and I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. I couldn't run the whole games, Aurum would hunt me until I was dead, or until the whole career alliance was.

The former seemed to have the most odds of happening. It was 9 AM, and I was hiding carefully in the city. I could hear them talking though, they were close. "I know she's around here. Stay together, she's too dangerous to fight alone." I could hear Aurum say.

Curse him to hell. It was over. I was cornered in this ancient bakery, and they would find me eventually. But I wasn't going to give up. I wasn't going to sit down, cry, and weep. No, I was Rita Rios, a strong career girl from the great district 4.

I knew Gladia was with them... I had a vendetta against him. He was always the best. But would he be the best at sitting in his grave?

"This door's open..." I hear a male voice say. Time to strike. I spring out of the entrance, plunging my trident into the closest tribute. Ryan Marine falls, as I rip the trident out of his corpse. '''BOOM! ''' Aroma Velonte and Adelle Searling come running at me next, proving more of a challenge.

They coordinate their attacks, but I know their plan. I disarm Aroma's long scythe, and manage to send her running. Without her ally, Adelle doesn't fare well, and I outmatch her with my previous expirience of being in a games, and I easily run her down with a trident as well. BOOM!

My plan was working, I was holding these guys off well! Hope sparks in me as I take down Aroma with a thrown trident in the back. '''BOOM! '''I draw my backup sword, when my old nemisis approaches. "Stand back. I know who you are."

Gladia stands in front of me, a broadsword in hand. "Rita, rita, Rita! How I've missed you!" He says with sarcasm, striking at me with wide slashes. I step back with each one, dodging each one in the nick of time. I lunge for his knees with my sword, but he's smart, as he hops over it, and lands right on the blade, disarming me.

"You always lived in my shadow, but now you'll live somewhere much better." Gladia says. Anger fuels me as I charge at him unarmed. The decision ends my life. Gladia thrusts his sword into my chest, before shoving me on my back to the ground.

"That place being, a 6 foot deep grave." With that, he pulls his blade from my chest, leaving me to die. "Alright Gladia, that's enough. Let's go." Aurum says. The careers move off, and I cling on to my life as long as I can. Darkness takes me minutes later, as I finally died. BOOM!

Vesper Brooks
"Here bud. Special medicine, it'll help lessen your allergies." Cauter says to me, as he hands me some liquid in a bottle. "What is it?" I ask. "A few herbs ground up, liquified, and placed in a bottle. They thrive in this subtropical enviroment. Great for many common ailments."

I drink from the bottle. The taste is nasty, like that of kale, but I eventually scarf it down, suppressing my gag reflex so I don't vommit. "Any effects?" Cauter asks. "Yea..." I say. My allergies were already lessening, and I could feel the medicine going to work.

"Guys, that was another cannon! Are you sure we're going to be safe?" Macy asks, a little on edge from our encounter in the bloodbath. "Yes we will be. The shadows of evil no doubt caused that cannon, and by that, I mean the career alliance."

Careers... I dreaded the day when we would inevitably face against them. They held high dominance over the games, their alliance was the most numerous of them all. Yet if those cannons were right, I was hoping that they were thinning out.

"Cauter look!" Macy says. "Antis." Cauter replies, his voice getting more nervous. "I thought this island would be safe." I go up on the ridge with them, and sure enough, the anti careers are there, camped out. "What should we do?" Macy asks.

"Keep hidden. The last thing we need is more allies." Cauter says. I follow his orders, but Macy seems a little more reluctant to follow. I was with Cauter, I wasn't one for meeting new people anyways.

Felicity Caspian
I had left the city after I heard noises of tributes yesterday. I needed to get away from them, avoiding them at all costs was my plan. If I didn't meet them, then I wouldn't have to fight them, and potentially lose my life in the process.

I hear noises up ahead, as I quickly duck under cover of a porch. "Yo dumbass! How's dis feel?" I hear a sickening crack and a boy scream. I see The Dancing Weirdo dancing in circles around Quentin, who's curled up and badly bleeding...

"How bout we play a game? How many strikes with dis baton does it take to kill a foo' like you?" His fat ally claps his hands in delight. "I know! 10!" Dancing grinned at his allies. "Only one way to fin' out!" I couldn't take the sadism, as I heard a crunch with the next strike.

"Dat's one!" Another strike. Quentin kepts screaming in agony as his bones were broken, one by one, by the blunt baton. After about the 7th strike, Quentin quit screaming, and on the 11th, a cannon boomed. '''BOOM! '''"What a petty foo'!"

Dancing and Fat Robin Hood left the scene, as I crouched by Quentin's body. "Poor sod." I mutter, seeing the welts and bruises and bones sticking out from his skin from the baton impact. Dancing was a cruel bastard, and he would pay for his crimes.

I took the only thing Quentin possesed, a serrated knife, my personal favorite. I never knew the boy, but I had respect for him. He survived Dancing Weirdo for some time, and for that, he earned praise. "Rest in peace." I say, closing his eyes.

I saw the way Dancing went, and a thought played out in my mind. "Vengeance is the only way to stop you." I mutter, and know what I'm going to do. I begin taking off in the direction Dancing went, planning to put that menace in the ground once and for all.

Mack Waterborne
After losing 3 of our own, some of us careers were pissed that a mere revived tribute could take so many of us down single handedly. I had asked to be left alone as I ventured from the cornucopia, into the outskirts of the city. I wasn't going to go on anymore without killing someone.

I kept searching, trying to find anyone to kill. I couldn't let the careers fail like they did in the 701st! Deep in thought, I kept walking, trying to wrap my head around the odds of my success. "Hm.... theres about 60 or so tributes left... your skilled... 60 to 2?"

I was too deep in thought as I tripped over something, and felt my sword come back and go straight through my stomach. Blood poured from the wound as I began to cough. Clumsiness had gotten me again, and this time, no one was here to help me.

I crawled to a building and leaned up against it, looking down at the rapier imbedded in my gut. The pain was so much, gut wounds were the worst wounds. Slow and painful deaths, and from what i had seen before, they weren't pretty.

I saw a tribute moving towards me. One of the girls from 3, brandishing her dagger. She was planning to finish me off, in my weakened state, where I was easy pickings. I couldn't let her do that, I had to toughen up, I had to KILL her!

I stood up, ripping the blade from my stomach. The pain was scorching as blood began to flow like a stream, as the blade slowly came out. I finally got it out, and looked at the girl. She was so stunned she dropped her knife, and attempted to flee.

She wasn't quick enough, as I dashed forward and slashed a fatal artery on the back of her neck before she got far away. '''BOOM! '''I began to make my way back to the cornucopia, fighting off feelings of unconciousness. This was the last time I went anywhere alone!

My vision began to darken, the wound was too grave. But I saw the cornucopia up ahead, and my shocked allies seeing me in my state. I could make it! I hobbled forward a few more steps, before blood loss overtook me, and I collaped in front of the great horn.

Lyle Zap
Sponsors loved me. They'd sent me supplies, on one request. "Wear the pink bikini Lyle, and go for a dip in the ocean. We wanna see it happen." Being the sexy girl I was, I accepted their request. The sunset was beautiful over the ocean, as I donned the bikini and did as they said.

I went underwater, enjoying the fresh water cooling me. I surfaced, smiling as I brushed my hair back and went to shore again. I then jumped back in, this time wearing my dive mask, and looked upon the underwater world of the Aegean sea.

So many fish swam by as the sea floor loomed many feet below. A wonderful sight, especially as the last golden rays of the day filtered through the water. I let out a few bubbles, and surfaced again to breathe, as I laid down on the beach.

I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I scrambled up, before I was drug into the water. I began to scream, air bubbles flying with each cry of terror, as my lungs felt flatter and flatter. Someone was dragging me to the bottom of the sea!

I kicked whoever was holding me, and swam to the surface. I took a huge gasp of air, before being drug under again. I turned around to look at who it was, to find out who was trying to kill me. Thanks to the mask, their appearance was clear as day.

They had shaggy brown hair, and red eyes. An evil grin was on their face. I saw his hand reach up, and pull off my dive mask. My vision blurred, I cried out in pain and shock as salt water burned my eyes. I blindly kicked for the surface, but he was too strong.

My strength was waning, my lungs were burning. I couldn't hold my breath any longer, it all came bursting out at once in large gusts of bubbles. Water began to go up my nose, I began to cough as I inhaled it. My vision blurred and faded to darkness, as I felt myself go limp.

Harry Torres
"Just keep creeping along, you know you're the best around." I thought to myself as I strode across the beach. A cannon nearly made me jump out of my skin, as I quickly looked around me to see if anyone had died near me. BOOM!

No one had, thankfully. The final rays of the sun were dissapearing beyond the horizon, as night fell once again. I had been asleep the whole day so I could travel at night, when there would be less tributes. Why no one else thought of this, I didn't know.

Something I didn't see in the dark wrapped around my leg, as I was swung up, upside down as I hung from a rope in a tree. I see the revived kid from 3, the one who was revived from those drowning games, approach me from his hidey hole.

"No, please! You wouldn't hurt a handsome man." I say, flashing him a cocky grin. "You'd be surprised." The boy muttered quietly. "Well it would be a shame if you did! The race of good looks is dying out, I mean look at you!" I reply savagely.

Signors makes a move, angered by my remark. I grinned, my plan working, as I swung myself and grabbed hold of him, ripping down on the rope with his moving force, breaking the branch holding me upside down. I then drew my dagger, holding it to Signors throat.

"You better be happy I'm in a good mood." I say, when both of us turn to a noise. "What's that?" I ask. "Something to run from." With that, Signors elbows me in the stomach and takes off running. I draw my knife, standing tall, hoping to intimidate the noise maker.

Out comes a boy with markings on his face, another revived tribute. He was animalistic, and I knew better than to fight rabid tributes.

I took off running, getting out of the palm forest and heading for the city. I heard him bearing down on me, when I reached the first building. I turn as he lept up, as I quickly opened the door and watched as he slammed into it, crumpling to the ground.

"Door-fu my friend." I say, saluting him goodbye as I enter the building. "This oughtta be a good place to stay" I think, as I sit down at the bar. It seemed to be an old fashioned inn. And where there was an inn, there was beds. I lock the door, wishing to not get murdered in my sleep, as I retire upstairs to a cozy bed.

Lindell Brocklehurst
I sat by the edge of the waters, trying to keep calm about my situation. So many tributes were dying, it was constant each day. I was beginning to worry that soon I would be one of those cannons, and that I would be one of the many faces in the sky.

"Don't think like that Lindell! You're lucky to be alive, no one has threatened you thus far, so why would they threaten you now?" I told myself, snapping myself out of pessimistic thoughts. I then ate a few of the plants I had gathered, and began to idle for another day.

Then, the water began to gurgle and bubble. On alert, I drew my weapon, expecting a sea monster to rise from the depths and attack. But nothing came out, but the water kept churning and churning. Something wasn't right about that sea.

I begin to run off before a tribute grabs me and throws me to the sand. "Where do you think YOU'RE going?" A blonde haired tribute says. "I'm going to gut you before you go anywhere!" I quickly stand up, and look to my weapon. Then we both run for it.

He grabs it but I stamp on his hand, before pushing him away. I pick up the cleaver, but the boy slams his shoulder into me, driving me to the ground. He disarms me of the cleaver and begins to attempt to chop me up with it, when we both turn to the sound of water.

A 40 foot high wave crashes into the shore, as I'm plunged underwater. I'm spinning out of control, losing my perception of direction. I can't even see the blonde boy anymore, as I try to swim against the waves and get to the surface.

The wave spins me around as I frantically try to swim. Then, my head is hit hard against a large rock, as I go uncounscious underwater, knowing there was no way I was going to live anymore.

Solar Powers
Nervous murmers flow through the antis as I push through the crowd. '''BOOM! '''Someone had died, and I finally got to the front to see what was going on. "What is it?" I ask. "A tsunami just slammed into the coast." Jayda replied, trying to calm the nervous antis.

'''BOOM! '''Another tribute had gotten killed by the tidal wave. '''BOOM! '''Then another. Three dead in the first hours of the day. The gamemakers were not please with our progress. "Everyone, get to the center of the island. It's our best chance to survive against the tsunamis." Camiren orders.

"Come on, let's move it! We don't got all day!" Salem says annoyed as he's forced to bring up the rear per Camiren's orders. We move through the semi-jungle of the island, which gets to be a full jungle as soon as we reach the center of it.

"Look, a bunker!" Lunar shouts, pointing to a stone building with an ominous stair case leading down. "Why would we go in there? If a wave hits the island it'll just drain there and drown us all!" Kharjo says, being a little strange by his hatred of water.

"He has a point." Luxio says, before Camiren speaks up. "Listen, we aren't going down in that bunker until absouletely necessary. That's final." However, the ground shakes as we hear a roar come from within the bunker's deep stairs.

"What was that?" Penny says nervously. Then, the creature emerges. Why didn't I think of this? The island was crete, and this was what it was known for. Being the home of the Minotaur. "Form up!" Camiren says, as everyone draws their blades. "Let's show the Capitol we're not afraid of a fight!"

Valentina Parr
After the 3 cannons, the careers were on edge. We had sent Daenerys to scout the coast for any alliances, and she hadn't returned. We could only assume the worst.

"When will this god forsaken rain stop!" Luxray says angrily, as we're all trapped inside the cornucopia to not contract pnuemonia. It had been raining all day, a typical monsoon, and there was talk of flash flooding amongst our smarter members.

'''BOOM! '''We all look in the cornucopia, when Zoey comes out of the back of the cornucopia. "That was Mack wasn't it?" Brett asked her. She looked up, shakily saying "Yes..." Brett lunged at her throat, lifting her off her feet and angrily holding her against the cornucopia.

"WHY ARE YOU IN THIS ALLIANCE IF YOU CAN'T DO WHAT YOU SAID YOU COULD?!" Brett shouted. "Brett, that's enough!" Aurum says, drawing his axe. "You wanna know the truth about her one kill? She finished off one of MY KILLS!"

"Put her down Brett. Now." I thought Brett and Aurum were about to fight each other, when Brett let out a sigh. He dropped Zoey, who scrambled behind Osanna. "There. Now go relax. We don't need to fight each other-" An enormous boom shook us all as I was thrown from the cornucopia by an unseen force.

'''BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! '''Six cannons go off, one after the other. The cornucopia is smoking from the huge blast it took on the roof. A strong bolt of lightning had struck the metal, and the surviving careers were all in a panic.

"Valentina!" I hear one of my allies shout, but I'm too far out of it. "She's not going to make it! The burns are too much." Another one says. "Leave her! I need to regroup the careers! Aurum's has taken off after that blonde boy, the one he despises!" I watch as the blur of my former allies walk off, as I slowly pass into darkness.

Antoine Boudir
The arena was going to hell. From what I had seen, tidal waves had struck the coast, and a massive storm was overshadowing the city. From the tops of the mountains I could see a blizzard was hitting, but no tributes were up there, so that disaster was pointless.

"It's only a matter of time before something strikes the foothills..." I mutter, packing up my stuff as I begin to move away. I knew how the gamemakers played, if a disaster struck one area, another would strike the next. They were too predictable.

I heard snorts and grunts. Muttations had plagued the foothills... and I was ready for them. Large boars surrounded me, as I drew my weapon. But I knew how to deal with wild animals. I wrapped a piece of cloth around a stick, and set it aflame with a match.

A torch. Primal fear kept the boars at bay, as I moved forward through the foothills. '''BOOM! '''A cannon. I moved a little faster, getting through the brush. '''BOOM! '''One followed it. I arrived to the two recent fatalities, as boars ripped the Martell siblings to shreds.

I heard feet pounding as another tribute attempted to escape the wild animals, but was soon ran down. That Friedrich boy from the capitol was their unfortunate victim. '''BOOM! '''The boars were getting closer, they were beginning to lose fear of the fire.

"Prepare yourself." I say, as I draw my sword. "You want some? Have at it!" I taunt, as another cannon booms. '''BOOM! '''I didn't know who the unfortunate sod who died there was, but I could only assume. Then, the first boar charged at me.

I slid to the left and slashed down on my sword, skewering the squealing pig. Another one charged at me, and I met it's face with my blade, it's own momentum killing it. Then I felt teeth sink into my legs from behind, as I nearly fell to the forest floor.

I bashed this one with my lit torch, setting it aflame. It squealed loudly and ran off, and the other boars followed it's path. "My luck." I say, before collapsing on the grassy field, my legs weak from the attack. Looks like I wouldn't be moving anywhere for a while.

Jayda Idlywld
I duck under one of the minotaur's massive swings with his huge axe. He stood a good 10 feet tall, and towered even over Kharjo. I chop with my own axe, as it imbeds into the minotaur's bull leg. He feels no pain, as he bats me away with his left hand.

I hit the ground hard, knocking the breath out of me. I push myself to get back up. I was the co-leader of the antis, I couldn't look weak!

Drawing my backup dagger, I rush back into the battle. Kharjo's unfortunate, as his height allows him to get decapitated by the Minotaur, as I see our biggest ally fall. '''BOOM! '''"Alright Archers, fire your volley!" Camiren shouts.

Our bow wielding tributes fire all at once, as multiple arrows pierce the minotaur on multiple places. This staggers the beast, as Camiren and I rush into to fight it in close quarters once more. It's hefty swings are easy to dodge, as I constantly slash it's legs with my dagger.

Solar manages to sever the minotaur's left arm, but in retalition gets his neck broken when the minotaur headbutts him. Solar falls, as I hear Lunar scream in anger. '''BOOM! '''I hear an arrow whistle and then a loud THUD as it lands right between the eyes of the minotaur.

The beast staggers a bit, before falling backwards, shaking the ground when it hits. Lunar is in grief over Solar's body, as Penny holds her hand on her shoulder, trying to make her feel better. "Cut this bastard up. This should feed us all for weeks." Camiren says, as I silently mourn for our fallen allies.

Karen Everest
'''BOOM! '''Cannon's were sounding left and right. One after the other, it was just madness! '''BOOM! '''Another one sounded, and I was gaining hope for winning with everyone. This might be the finale, even though I doubted it, with everyone surviving the attack of the disaster.

"Karen look out!" I duck as I hear a an explosion behind me. "Damnit!" I hear someone say, as I see the fat tribute lighting the fuse of another bomb. What nimrod would sponsor him with those? "Herb, get out of here quickly! I'll follow" I lie, as I knew I'd probably die to this tribute.

I dodge another bomb that blows a hole in the street, as I lunge forward, my knife raised. It buries in the fat tributes flesh... and I lose it in his mass amounts of Fat rolls. Blood pours out, but I know I'm not getting my knife back, as his body literally ate it.

He swipes at me with his knife, as I dodge the slow blow, trying to bruise his big belly. It doesn't work, as my kicks are deflected by his stomach of steel, as I'm forced to quickly think of a way to kill him. The thought suddenly hit me. " Use the rope, garrote him!"

I quickly drew the rope from my bag, as the Fatso jumped forward to attempt and crush me. I dodged his jump and tripped him. While he was down on the ground, I quickly took both ends of the rope and pulled tight on the fat boy's neck.

I could hear him choking as he tried to bash me into the walls of the buildings, but I held on tight. Eventually, he ran out of steam and collapsed, and soon his cannon followed. '''BOOM! '''I jumped off his corpse and took his items, before running off after Herb.

'''BOOM! '''I was beginning to panic. That could have been Herb! I kept running, fear making my heart pound faster and faster... then my nightmares were realized. Impaled with wooden spikes was Herb, his final face being that of fear as he died.

Anger burned through my veins, when I saw the trap maker begin to run. I wasn't letting him get away! I ran after him, tackling him to the ground as rage fueled my punches, as I bashed his face to a pulp. '''BOOM! '''I kept punching, until I couldn't even recognize the tribute, then grief took me over.

I walked over to Herb, a tears in my eyes. "I'm... so sorry..." I said, snifling as I closed his eyes. Taking his knife, I'd plan on using it to win. Herb's death wasn't going to be forgotten.

Aurum Chirp
Rain poured down on me as I hunted for that scum Bronze. '''BOOM! '''I kept moving despite the cannon, trying to find the asshole. '''BOOM! '''Two more cannons, before they finally went silent. I didn't count how many cannons went off, as night fell during the thunderstorm.

A flash of lightning and I saw him, advancing towards me with spear drawn. "Lucrian scum! I'm going to put you down just like Nathaniel did!" I shout, charging forward. He stabs his spear forward, as I'm forced to knock it away with my axe.

Lightning flashes again as I swing my axe again, but he dodges it before stabbing into my shin with his spear. "Not quiet as powerful as I expected." He said, taunting me. Rage fueled me as I swung a hard two handed swing, able to cut his spear in half.

His reach advantage gone, he was forced to draw his kukri, and fight me in close quarters combat. I was winning now, striking his open points and drawing blood multiple times. However, something worse happened. Bronze had a nasty trick.

He shoved me into a net trap which clasped around me, as he walked towards me. "I'm going to enjoy this." I struggled with the net, trying to reach my knife. I clasped around it, cutting the net, before I felt something impale me through the side.

Bronze ripped his kukri from my body, as I struggled to breathe. He punctured a lung. "Such a pathetic tribute. It's a shame the chirps couldn't have sent a real career." I stare angrily at him as I die, and he just smiles. "Pathetic. I was hoping for a chall-"

He lets out a cry of shock and pain as two blades go through his chest simueltaneously. "You talk too much." I hear a girl say. She kicks Bronze to the ground, as I hear his cannon boom. '''BOOM! '''I recognize the girl to be Valora Vista.

"Surprised you found me..." I say. "Your footsteps are rather loud." She replies. "Okay look, I'm screwed. I need you to lead the careers. No one else has the expirience, ya know?" I say. "Well, turns out, I already am." I am surprised, and then proud.

"Listen, you've done all you can. Go back to the cornucopia... final orders..." I say, coughing a lot at the last part. She nods, before taking off, as the void takes me for an eternal sleep.

Valora Vista
One final cannon echoed through the arena, the one of Aurum Chirp. '''BOOM! '''"Alright Valora... how are you going to break it to the others?" I begin talking to myself. I find my way back to the careers, when I hear the voice of Felix ask me a question I wished to not answer.

"Where's Aurum? Did you find him?" I can feel the gazes of the other careers. "Aurum... is no more. I tried to help him, but Bronze overpowered him and had him mortally wounded. I was too late." I say, as I know the others had hung their heads low.

I feel someone grab my hand. "Come with me, I have something for you." I hear the voice of Zoey, the skittish girl from 5. Interested, I follow her, before I feel something sharp go into the back of my head. I draw my sword and swing at Zoey, expecting betrayel.

"No no no! It's alright!" She says. "Just a syringe!" Something strange begins happening... I'm not only seeing darkness anymore. I see the fuzzy shape of a small girl, looking at me. "Wait... Zoey? Your hair... it's red?" I see a smile on her lips.

I pull her into a hug. "What, how? Huh?" I ask, confused. "I felt guilty about not being able to save Mack. So, I found what I could and put this together. To cure your blindness." She shows me a syringe, which was now empty. But, I could see it was empty!

I take off my shades, not needing them anymore, as Zoey hands me a mirror. My eyes were bright green again, and perfectly normal! "Alright Louis Braille, do you mind telling us what to do now?" I hear the sarcastic voice of Michael Caboose say. I turn, and look at him. "Rest. We're going to finish the antis off tomorrow."

Juno Orbit
"What is it?! What do you see?!" Jupiter says, tugging on my arm. "Quiet Jupiter!" I reply, as I peer through the binoculars again, not able to believe my eyes. The careers were all prepping for war, sharpening blades, packing up items, mobilizing formations.

"The careers are about to march on the antis. This is going to be a battle of the games." I say, putting the binoculars back in my backpack. "Listen Jupiter, I'm going to try and get some more supplies when they leave. You stay put, you hear?"

Jupiter nods, as I continue to spy on the careers. I could hear their voices, albeit very distantly, as their new leader, the revived girl from 1, shouted orders to her comrades. "Alright, I want each weapon sharp enough to cut stone! I want each bow fletched to strike with the power of a gun!"

They begin to line up, gaining a formation that would be hard to break. There big and burly melee warriors were positioned up front, and behind them was the spear carrying tributes to give reach support. In the back was the archers, and Valora stood in the middle, ready to give orders.

They began their organized march, as I sneaked down to the cornucopia, expecting it to be completely empty, and ripe for the taking. I was wrong, when I saw the careers' final guard, about 4 or so tributes, waiting there, with one pointing their sword at my throat.

Brett Brawl
As co-leader of the careers, I had been charged with keeping up with our tribute numbers, in case we needed to order a retreat. It wasn't the best job for a brawny person like me, but it still meant I had a job and that I was co-leader because of it.

"Alright, who brought the rafts?" Valora asks. Rio empties her bag, with a bunch of inflatable rafts. After about 5 minutes of inflating the darn things, we put them in the water. "Four to a raft. Regroup on the western shore." Valora orders, as I push our raft in the water.

It doesn't take long for us to reach the western shore of Crete, and after a minute, we all arrive. "Alright, load up, draw your weapons. Get in formations, and be sure to watch your back. Let's move." Valora says, as we all form ranks and begin to trudge through the island.

Crete was unfriendly to us, with it's semi-jungle being filled with pesky insects like mosquitos. I slapped one off my arm, cursing at it as I wiped it's disgusting remains on my pants. I hated the stupid things, and how they always bit me.

"Halt... tribute noises..." We all stop, and ahead of us, two tributes are duking it out. "Jaimes... you're... MAD!" The white makeup one says, shoving the navy dressed one off of him. "THE COMPASS IS MINE VALET!" Jaimes, the navyman, says as he draws his sword and thrusts it down into his former ally.

'''BOOM! '''Jaimes then rips the compass from his valet's dead hands, before jogging off into the woods. "Alright, proceed forward, with caution." Valora says, trying to keep calm. She's nervous as a leader, but manages to hide it well, which makes me a little suspicious of her.

Lunar Powers
"They're coming! They're almost here!" Luxio shouts after returning from his scouting of the island. "Who's coming?" Salem asks, expecting a lie. "The careers!" I notice Camiren shift uncomfortabely, but she gives a brave look as she stands up.

"Grab your weapons. Hide wherever you can, in thick foliage, high in the trees, where ever. We'll ambush them on my mark." After she orders that, all the antis make a mad dash for hiding spots. I climb upon a bluff overlooking our campsite, knowing it would be an advantage for an archer like me.

Thoughts race through my mind, my stomach is filled with nervousness. After I lost Solar to the minotaur, I realized how easy it was to die. I thought we were untouchable due to our revived status, but apparently, we just had more expirience, not invinciblity.

I hear footsteps, lots of them, like a mighty army marching. No doubt the careers, who were about to arrive in our campsite. Wonder how they'd react when they find it empty.

"Stop." Their leader, the revived girl from 1 orders. "Valora, there's no one here! This place looks like it has been abandoned for days! They could be raiding the cornucopia as we speak!" I hear one of the career tributes say, looking doubtful at their leader.

"Luigi, Felix, Isla, and Nutmeg have the cornucopia under control. As for this place, burn it. If they are hiding, we'll see how they like fire and smoke." Valora orders to her underlings. One of the boys from 1 drops a torch on the ground. I had to do something.

I drew an arrow from my quiver and put it on my string, drawing back. I took a deep breath and held it, focusing my aim on Valora. Without a leader, they'd be put in a panic. I waited till the right moment, when the wind died down, when I released the air, watching it fly through the air.

THUD! My arrow hit, and the tribute fell to the ground. But I had missed Valora... I'd only taken out one of the girls from 5, who was standing right by her. When the girl fell, the rest of the antis jumped from their hiding places, and the battle has just begun.

Luigi Iris
"You HONESTLY thought you could sneak in here and steal from us? How dumb are you?" Isla says, taunting the girl from 0 after we captured her and tied her up. "Come on, where's your rat brother at? We need both of you dead!" She adds on, which infuriates our prisoner.

"Do not call him a RAT!" The girl struggles with her bonds, when Isla leans in. "Rat rat rat rat rat rat!" She says, when the girl from 0 spits in her face. Isla rears back and punches the girl hard, bloodying her lip. "Don't do that again." Isla threatens coldly.

'''BOOM! '''All of us instinctively look around, seeing no one dead. "The battle has begun." Felix mutters, as he draws his blade. "Put your sword away Felix, Valora left me in charge. That's an order!" Isla shouts. Felix grudgingly sheathes his sword, when I turn around to see trouble.

"Let my sister go!" The redhead boy from 0 shouts, obviously being our prisoner's brother. "There we go." Isla says, as she  hurls a knife into the boy from 0, who falls with a cry. "JUPITER NO!" The girl from 0 shouts. "I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU BASTARDS!"

"Shut up." Isla says, as she draws her bolo knife to finish off the mortally wounded Jupiter. I accompany her over to the dying boy in case he brought backup. When I see no other tributes and know he's alone, I tell Isla. "All clear, not a tribute in sight."

"Watch closely girl." Isla says, as she lifts up the crying and dying boy from 0. She then mercilessly plunges her knife through the boy's back, killing him for real. '''BOOM! '''The girl from 0 begins shouting and crying, defeated emotionally.

I could stand the sadism of Isla. She was too dangerous to the career alliance, and would probably be the first to turn on us. As soon as Isla turned her back, I lunged forward and stabbed my sword through her back, pulling her further into the blade.

"Tr-traitor!" Isla says, when I rip the blade out of her and kick her to the ground. '''BOOM! '''"People like you don't deserve to live." I say angrily, before I turn to Nutmeg and Felix, who are shocked that I had just killed Isla.

"You got 10 seconds to get out of my sight..." Nutmeg warns. I begin to run in the opposite direction, looking over my shoulder after 10 seconds. Nutmeg and Felix weren't chasing me, but I knew that I wasn't a career anymore.

Rio Waterborne
The ambush had thrown us off, most of the careers were in a panic. Valora was quick to round us up, and regain our formations, but not after the loss of two of our own. Osanna had fallen to an arrow through the head, and Gladia was just moment from death after Jayda spilled his guts with a sneak attack.

"Fire!" Valora orders to the archers, who all release their swarms of arrows. The druggy from 9 is unfortunate as 7 arrows pierce him, as he looks like an acupuncture victim. He falls, dead, as his cannon goes off. BOOM! B'''OOM! '''It seems Gladia died as well, succumbing to his mortal wound.

Seiko was enraged by Gladia's death and was dueling Jayda 1 on 1, and the two were fighting far from the others. I stabbed my trident out as Magnus ducked in front of me, when my trident impaled the tribute who had swung at Magnus in the first place, the unfortunate Luxio.

Magnus finishes off Luxio, who's cannon comes quick. '''BOOM! '''"Get behind cover!" I hear Valora shout. Unfortunately, my cover was Magnus, and I heard him grunt as something impaled him. He fell on top of me, his corpse too heavy to lift, as I was trapped.

'''BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! '''A spear throwing strike. I'm assuming that's what did Magnus in, as well as the other two victims Akumai and Zapphire. Our numbers dwindling too fast, I heard Brett shout "RETREAT! GET BACK TO THE RAFTS!"

"Don't leave me!" I shout, struggling with Magnus's heavy body. I hear my allies' foosteps fade, as I watch the boy from 0 look down at me with cold eyes. He picks up Magnus's sword, and looks me coldly in the eyes. He doesn't hesitate to bring the blade down on my head, ending my life for good.

Penny Wheatgrove
"Strike them down! Do not let them escape!" Camiren says, as we chase the careers from our campsite to the beaches of the western shore. Valora stands in front of her retreating allies, holding her dual swords as she mocks Camiren.

"You think you're so heroic. How about you prove you aren't a FRAUD and come face me alone?!" It was a ploy, I knew it, but Camiren wasn't going to back down. She crossed blades with Valora, as I could only watch in horror as the two fought.

Camiren held well, despite only having one sword compared to Valora's two. Their blades danced as both antis and careers watched, knowing to stay out of this one on one duel. Hope emerged in me when I saw Camiren disarm one of Valora's swords and kicked her to the sand.

Camiren continued striking downward as Valora was forced to block Camiren's constant blows with one sword. I saw her strength waning and knew it was only a matter of time before Valora's muscles tired and Camiren slipped in a fatal blow.

"She's going to do it!" I say, when my heart sinks. Valora shoots up and uses the momentum of her force to drive her sole sword through Camiren's stomach, before slashing said wound and shoving Camiren face first into the sand. Tears welled up in my eyes, as Camiren struggled to look up at the antis one last time.

"Get out of here... GO!" Camiren shouted, before Valora brought her blade down with two hands on Camiren's back. I could hear Camiren let out one last shaky breath, before she went still. '''BOOM! '''"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I shout, attempting to run for Camiren, but Jayda picks me up and holds me away.

"There's no hope for her, but there's still some for you!" Jayda tells me as we retreat back to our campsite. No songs of our victory are sung, no celebration, no cheer. Camiren was dear to all of us, and even Salem had his head held low.

We retrieve Camiren's body after the careers leave. We bury her alongside Luxio and Caliban, as our alliance pays our respects. I kiss my fingers and hold 3 of them up in the air, whistling a mockingjay tune. A symbol of respect known through all of Panem. I'm glad to find my allies followed in suit, as we all do the 3 finger salute, sending one last sign of respect to our fallen allies.

Michael Caboose
I crawl upon the shore of the mainland, coughing up water. Someone had sabotaged our rafts and they sank halfway back. Little to say, Courtney didn't make it, and we assumed something sinister had gotten her. Everyone else was wet, tired, and just wanting to get back to the cornucopia, including me.

We all returned, and when we got back, we were shocked to see only two careers remaining, along with the girl from 0. "Where's Luigi and Isla?" Brett asks angrily to Felix. "Isla was killed by Luigi after she killed the boy from 0. Luigi ran off after he did the deed and we couldn't catch him." Nutmeg replied.

"Did anyone else attempt to steal our supplies?" Valora asked. "Not a single one." Felix replied proudly. "What do we do with her?" I asked, pointing to the girl who Felix and Nutmeg had captured. Valora walks over calmly, before whipping out a knife and quickly slitting the girl's throat.

'''BOOM! '''"The careers don't take prisoners. Let that be a lesson to all of you, should you betray us like Luigi." Valora says coldly. "Speaking of which, if you do find him, make sure his death is long and painful. Traitors are not taken kindly by me."

Zoey started a fire so us careers could warm up and dry our clothes. I volunteered to take first watch, a little paranoid about Valora slitting my throat, as I sat in the mouth of the cornucopia. Night declared that Day 6 was over, as I looked down at the ground. The competition was dwindling, it was only a matter of time before we turned on each other...

Felicity Caspian
It had been a dog chase the whole games, as I continued to track down Dancing Weirdo. He was always on the move, as if he knew I was catching up to him. But I wasn't going to let a trash talker like him live any longer, it was time for him to die.

Suddenly the trail went out. Where did he-? WHOOSH! I duck as a large club swings over my head, the huge boy from 10 trying to do me in.

His next one cracks against my body, sending me flying backwards. I roll between his legs as he swings downard, and before he can turn I jab my knife into the back of his leg. The boy roars from pain and nearly falls down, but he doesn't as he turns and swings again.

This one catches me in the back, as I hit against the ground hard. I push myself to get up, wiping blood from my face as I dodge the boy's next hefty swing. I nimbly charge into him and ram my knife up his gut, as I yank it out just as fast.

I repeat the stabbing, until finally the boy falls down in defeat, dead. '''BOOM! '''I look up as I see Dancing smiling at me, as he hops down. I try to fight him off, but I'm too weak and tired from the fight with the boy from 10.

"What's a mattah Artemis? Didja prey bite back?" He taunts. WHAM! I feel my jaw crack as he smashes his baton into my face. I fall from the force, before he looks down on me. "Stupid ass bitch conveived from a ho, enjoy your suffering!"

He slammed his baton on me repeatedly, breaking many bones, as I just wished for the pain to end. He had his fun with me, before he begin to beat in my skull. My vision got darker with each attack, and soon my eyes gave in completely, as I died a broken girl. BOOM!

Vesper Brooks
I was getting very wary of Macy. She'd been showing increasing signs of impatience at Cauter and was really wantint to strike down the anti-careers. She was starting to slip, and I knew that something was wrong with her, something dangerous.

"Come on Cauter, we've been sitting on these pathetic logs camping for 2 days! We need to do something!" Macy said, as Cauter looked her down. "Okay, if you wanna do something, go get some poison so we can take out our island rivals."

Then, it happened. An asthma attack. I couldn't breathe as I fell back, reaching in my pocket for my inhaler... it wasn't there. "Vesper, come on bud, breathe!" Cauter says, kneeling below me. The next sight was awful, as I watched Macy whirl around and stab Cauter in the back.

She threw him aside, before leaning over me. "Looking for something?" She said, smiling evilly as she held my inhaler over my own eyes. She'd been planning this all along, just waiting to kill us at the right moment!

"You won't be needing it where you're going." I then stare at her, anger in my eyes. "My turn." I mutter, as I spring up, and in one swift move, I had my own dagger stabbed right through her forehead. I had faked the asthma attack to see if Macy was a manipulator, and it turned out she was.

'''BOOM! '''I kneel by Cauter as he hangs on too life, as I try to feed him some of his medicinal herbs. "Vesper damnit, no. I'm not going to live much longer... get to the antis, they'll provide protection for someone like you." I refused to move, but Cauter looked at me one last time.

"Thats... an order..." After his final words, he too passed into oblivion, as I looked away. BOOM! I felt guilty about indirectly causing his death. I didn't think Macy would go for Cauter first, but she did. I take what little my former allies had, as I head down the bluff to meet the antis.

Eleanor Rayle
Stay low, you'll be alright. Don't move, nothings happened, your safe. Sponsor notes had told me these things, and I had decided to follow through. I kept my dagger by my hip, as I patrolled the area I had been holding out at, expecting a tribute today.

Like the previous days, not tributes had come after me, or had even been around. "Alright Eleanor, something's not right." I say, as I keep walking around, climbing a tree to get a vantage point.

The palm forest is empty, and the closest tribute stands at the edge of the city. Pulling out some binoculars, I see it is the navyman, and he's talking to a compass he held in his hands. Some of these tributes were about as insane as they could get.

I nearly drop down the tree, but I see a horde of coyotes in the forest, clearing it out. They ravaged my supplies as I cursed, now without food. I decided to stay in the tree for the rest of the day, not daring to risk death by coyotes. What did I have down there anyway?

"There's nothing here, we should search the hills." I hear a male say as I look down to see the career pack investigating the palm forest. "Yea, I agree with Brett, come on Valora, what do we have to find in here?" I don't make a peep, hoping they don't see me.

"Listen, the capitol doesn't just send mutts unless they're attempting to kill a tribute." Valora responds to her allies. "But we've not checked the hills, come on!" A handsome boy says, the one from 14. "Fine, we'll go to the hills, but if we don't kill anyone, you'll be searching this forest all night." Glad they're gone, I relax again, slowly calming back down.

Luigi Iris
I ran from the city, being spotted by the career pack. "There's the traitor, kill him!" Valora shouted, as someone shot an arrow at me. It missed, but the one who threw a knife didn't, as it landed in my shoulder. I winced in pain but pushed on, jumping into the water.

I begin swimming furiously towards Crete, knowing the antis were there, and hoping they'd take me in. "We have to chase him down!" I heard Felix shout. "No, it's folley! The demon of the water that took Courtney will get him!" I heard Brett reply, as fear got me.

As if on cue, I'm drug underwater. I see a red eyed male grinning as he draws a sickle. I fight back, kicking him in the face as I resurface, paddling fast to shore. I climb up on shore as the male comes on as well. I don't hesitate to slash him in the stomach, watching as the boy's guts spilled.

He just grins at me, and when the water touches him, his wound heals instantly. That was no tribute. I kept running off into the semi-jungle, until I hear someone whisper in my ear. "What brings you hear, former career?" They say, as I turn to see an arrow pointed at my head.

"I'm no longer a career! A matter in fact I killed one." I reply. "A traitor isn't much good to the antis, who says you won't do the same to us?" The girl replies. "I killed her because she was sadistic, taking joy in the pain of others! Please, I need the anti-careers help!"

"That's for Jayda to decide. If you are accepted, I'm Lunar. Come with me." The blonde girl leads me to her campsite, where 5 anti careers sit. "Another one?" Their leader Jayda asks. "Yes, a former career." Lunar replies. "Kill him, we don't need careers." I hear the boy from 0 say, but Jayda shushes him.

"You come to seek aid in defeating your former allies?" She asks. I nod, and she gives a warm smile. "Welcome to the anti-careers. We will destroy your former allies." I smile back. "I swear to you that I will help in any way I can." Jayda then looks at me, before saying "We'll see..."

Marielle Ferde
"Run... run from the beastly tribute! He doesn't take prisoners!" I think to myself as I run through the city, being chased by the madman Jaimes No-ington. "YOU BILGE RAT! GIVE ME BACK MY COMPASS PIRATE SCUM!" I hear him shout as he chases me.

He was too dangerous, he needed to be eliminated. I just knew the one tribute who had the same amount of insanity as Jaimes and could best him. Ray Xerxes, the freaky revived kid from District 11. From what I had last seen, he was camping out in alchemy shop.

Jaimes is gaining on me as I pick up the pace. I was beginning to tire, become exhausted. Yet Jaimes severe greed for his precious compass was driving him to madness, and he wouldn't give up until it was his. "Where's the damn alchemy shop?" I think, as I begin to tire out.

I see it, a wooden sign swinging with a bottle. The alchemists. I quickly run in, slamming the door as Jaimes sword goes straight through it, nearly impaling me.

I spot Ray, who lets out a ferocious yell as he jumps at me. I grin, my plan working, as I open the door and watch as he misses me and slams straight into Jaimes. Knowing Jaimes would lose if he didn't have something to fight for, I toss the compass feet from him, just enough so he could fight for it.

The two brawled over it, before Jaimes went insane for the compass and began to beat up Ray with his fists, grabbing his throat and smashing his head into the concrete, screaming like crazy while he did it. Ray finally succumbed to the beating. '''BOOM! '''

Jaimes then turned to me, grabbing his compass. However, he didn't leave. He lunged at me, as he impaled me with his cutlass. "That should clear your crimes in my book." He says, as he straightens his powdered wig and tricorne. He then slashes my head, as all goes dark.

BOOM!

Antoine Boudir
I was screwed. My legs were permantently messed up, and I couldn't hunt for food, make traps, do anything. All I could do is sit here in this mudhole and die of dehydration. All of a sudden the sword I had been carrying was looking a little friendly.

I hear voices as I grab my sword. If anyone planned on killing me, I was going to cut them in two, then force feed them all 10 of their toes. Too bad I was too weak now to even attempt that, as my sword arm shakes and wobbles as I try to hold it up.

"Just a nearly dead one Valora." A small girl says, the one from 5. The career leader looks down at me, a little bit of pity in her expression. "What should we do with him?" The wiry revived boy from 1 asks. "You know what to do." Is all Valora says.

The boy from 14 then draws his spear. "Eh, really? Too... afraid to... come here... and kill me?" I ask, my words becoming hard to force out of my dry throat. The boy looks to his allies, but they don't make any comments or remarks.

The boy takes the cowardly way out and just hurls his spear straight into my chest. Blood pours from the wound, but my lack of water has me hallucinating. Instead, it looks like a fountain spewing out water. I cup it in my hands and begin drinking, the oh so wonderful "water".

"He's gone mad. It's a mirage. He'll die soon." The career leader says, but her voice sounds really far away. Soon I'm unable to bring my hands to my mouth again, as I snap back into reality one last time. The boy from 14 rips his spear out of me, as I clench my hands, dying for good. BOOM!

Eevee Darkbloom
Over the days, Textil and I had been hiding out in the one of the backalleys of the city. We'd been doing alright, our supplies holding up. He picked the spot due to the one way anyone could enter from, and that no one could sneak up on us.

"You know Eevee, I do love you. Do you love me back?" Textil suddenly says. I'm taken aback. I knew he liked me, but he didn't like me as a crush. He liked me much more, as a LOVER! Too stunned to respond, I zone out, trying to think of something to say.

"Well Ms. Darkbloom, do you?" Textil asks again. I look at him, saying "Yes Textil, I do love you." He smiles and looks like he's about to jump for joy, when he leans into kiss me. Things were going so fast, but I just went with the flow, kissing back.

It went for about a good minute or so, before we finally broke away. "I hope we can both win." Textil says, and I nod in reply. "Be like the victors of the 74th, 103rd, 228th, 472nd, and 609th." He knew his games, that was for sure.

Eventually he lies down to go to sleep, as I take first watch. I then stand up, shifting around in my backpack for an item I needed. I found it, holding it carefully in my hand as I sat by the sleeping Textil. He was so peaceful at rest, and I hoped I would be too.

"Only one can win dear." I whisper, before I bring my knife along his throat. His eyes shoot open but it's too late, my knife is already around his neck. He chokes and gurgles, bringing his hands up to futily stop the blood from gushing from his wound.

He struggles with his life for 1 more minute, before Textil is no more. '''BOOM! '''"Honestly, you should've seen that coming." I say. This move might have been unseen by anybody, because no one saw it coming. But these games have changed me, and unfortunately, they changed me for the worst.

Woody the Cowboy, Head Gamemaker
"C'mon Andy, I'm the best and you know it!" I shout to my employer and boss, Andy. "I don't know Woody but the President says if you don't have more people drown then he's going to employ Buzz Lightyear next year." I couldn't let that happen! The 704th were going to be MY DESIGN!

I walk back into the gamemaker room, watching as the other gamemakers were goofing off, playing Smash Brothers and popping too much Popcorn. "Damnit you toys! I leave for 10 seconds and you already goof off! No Mr. Potato Head paychecks anymore!"

They all say "Awwwwwwwwww" before they sit down in their chairs. "Alright, the president has ordered we drown more tributes. So, what in Bo Peep's name do we do? We unleash that weird demon thing in the waters!" They all look at me like I'm crazy. Guess they were right to think that.

"Do it and I might reconsider getting rid of the Mr. Potato Head paychecks." Instantly everyone perks up and begins to think of ways to draw the demon from the water. Sorry Andy, but I wasn't going to become unenmployed to your new favorite.

"I got one sir." The capitol dude who had so much surgery he looked like some t-rex. "We force the tributes in the water!" I facepalm. "You know what, just forget the idea. I'll figure it out myself." I say, resigning to my office, before stepping on a cheese puff.

"Chicken suit guy!" I say, seeing my arch rival Al the Chicken Suit guy. "You've made my office a mess with your cheese puffs!" He smiles. "Exactly woody." He then bocks his way out the window. When I look down, I see he fell to his death. Idiot couldn't fly, he was no chicken. Annoyed, I began cleaning up cheese puffs, leaving the games unmonitored.

Linen Moonstone
Jaimes and Dancing were fighting to the death. Dancing had taken Jaimes' compass and was taunting him with it, dancing all over the place making him nearly impossible to hit. Jaimes was insulting him and accusing him of piracy, while I watched, amused.

"Yo Admiral Shit! Yo composition of an ass is mine now!" Jaimes furiously swings, but Dancing grooves away from his blow. "IT'S CALLED A COMPASS, AND MY NAME'S. NOT. ADMIRAL SHITTTTTTTTTTTT!" This was fricken' hilarious.

"Ha ha, look at you, throwin' a fit like yo bitch girlfriend dumped ya over burnt spaghetti" Dancing replied, smashing his baton into Jaimes' leg. "I shoulda known dis was your weddin' ring!" Dancing puts Jaimes on his ass, but doesn't finish him off, deciding to taunt him.

"Yo Compass? Afraid ya won't be seein' it anymo'!" He then swallows the compass hole, as Jaimes screams "NOOOOOOOOO!" However, I wasn't focusing on them, but instead on my arch enemy. "Come on slick shit, come out of the water."

As if on cue, here came the devil Yuri. While Dancing was laughing and Jaimes was screaming, he calmly beheaded Dancing with his sickle, before doing the same to Jaimes. '''BOOM! BOOM! '''Moonlight then took over me, as I gave in, knowing that only one would emerge from this fight.

Zoey Proasheck
"Two more cannons... can someone count the amount of tributes left, and guess on what alliance they stand with?" Valora asks. I begin to think of an asnwer, before I began to explain.

"Alright, from what I'd seen earlier, there were close to 7 anti careers on crete. There's 8 of us, so seven plus eight equals 15 of the remaining 20 tributes. The other 5 are no doubt loners." I explain, as Valora looks a little concerned about the growing anti-careers.

"Listen, everytime a games gets this close to the end, the capitol always puts in some grand finale to draw the tributes together for one last bloodbath. Last year they set the woods ablaze and released hounds to force the final two to fight." Brett adds on.

"What is your point then?" Valora asks. "My point is, we need to prepare ourselves for an event that will draw us closer to our enemies. We don't need to lose any of our numbers, I say we wait for the event to happen, and then we'll have the number advantage."

"He draws a good point." Eugene adds to Brett's argument. "I agree with Brett." Nutmeg says, as I too butt in to voice my opinion. "Yes, I'm with Brett as well." Valora then looks at all of us, not with anger, but with understanding. "All right, popular vote says we stay. So stay we will."

Renault Black
It had been awful since Mercedes was killed by that Yuri bastard. He drug her underwater and I was unable to save her and felt guilt when I heard her cannon. But now, he was here, out of the water, fighting the boy from 1 who'd become a ferocious monster.

I was going to help kill Yuri for Mercedes. I let out a battle cry as I charged the water demon, stabbing my blade into his side. He looks at me, grabbing me by the shirt collar and nearly taking my head out with his sickle. However, the Linen dude stabs him through with a sword, and I think the battle is won.

I didn't know better. He just splashes water on the wound, and it's healed instantly. He was actually a real demon. "I see you brought yourself a pet Moonstone." Yuri muses, but Linen (or moonstone, hell I don't know) just shakes his head.

"Nah, it just seems you piss off the wrong kind of people." He was right, as I charged in, slashing ferociously, getting tons and tons of cuts on Yuri. However each drop of blood I spilt from him always returned when he entered the water. How was I going to beat him?

Linen was beginning to move him from the coast, and was succeeding at keeping him from the water. Our drive was working well, as we pushed him towards the city limits. Now that we were able to wound him, he was fighting much more carefully and dangerous.

The steel of Linen's sword clashed into his sickle, as I lunged forward. My blade found it's way into Yuri's leg. He hisses at me, before he brings his sickle across my throat. The shock causes me to fall back, grabbing my throat. "I tried Mercedes..." I say, before I fall to my wounds. BOOM!

Britney Munroe
I saw Renault fall, and knowing that Yuri was out of the water, I could resume uncovering the mystery of the sunken ships. Before I'd known of the threat, I'd gathered some great treasure, but also clues left by some kind of group known as "The W B's."

Slipping on my dive mask and fins, I dove back underwater, investigating the depths of the ship. I cursed as my lungs already begin to burn for air. I'd only just gotten to the ship and I'd have to surface again. I pushed myself onward, to uncover the mystery.

I grabbed a one of their message things, which was kind of bland (letters carved into wooden slabs), before I swam furiously to the surface. I gasped in the sweet air, climbing back on the coast as I deciphered the message written on the slab.

"Dear tribute, if you are reading this, it means your lung capacity is extraordinary. It also means you've unforutunately been reaped for the Hunger Games. Not to worry, as one thing President De Leone likes to forget, is we designed this arena."

"They're plenty of crooks and canys for the most watchful of eyes, but they'd be near impossible to find. Not to mention, without a scuba tank, most tribute who'd go searching would certainly die. By the end of the games however, we shall pay a visit. Only time will tell if we'll meet on good terms. Signed, W B of 4."

The message was strange, but it gave me hope. The designers of the arena had left clues for us to find, to hint at their rescue of us. We might have rebels on our side! I could only wait in excitement, but also feared that this organization would be hostile...

Salem Finnigan
I sat alone on the coast of Crete, "on watch" to warn anyone if the careers were attacking again. To be realistic though, I simply wanted to get away from my allies, as I was getting sick of dealing with their obnoxious and irritating habits.

"No Salem, don't kill unless attacked first!" I say, imitating Jayda as I attempted to put down Vesper before he was considered our ally. Bah! Useless. He was an enemy, yet Jayda just lets him in anyways, not aware that he could kill us in our sleep.

At least Camiren was just and could forsee a traitor. She handpicked the anti-careers herself, and was smart enough to realize that only the strong would survive... still have no clue why she let that Penny girl get in, and make her co as well.

A rustle in the bushes alerts me. The boy from 11, the big one, was there. I drew my spear, deciding I was going to end him myself. "Wait no, I come in peace! I want to be an anti, too help-" I thrust my spear forward, impaling him through the stomach.

However the son of a bitch is tough, as he looks at me with hatred, slashing a huge scythe at me. It slashes the bottom of my torso, as I clutch the wound. He slashes again but this time I get under his huge and slow swinging weapon, able to draw my knife and forcefully shove it under his chin.

'''BOOM! '''I groaned, the wound in my torso being more severe than I initially thought. I fell upon the sand, trying to crawl with all my might back to the camp. I knew I wouldn't make it, as I reached out forward one last time, before I finally ran out of steam. BOOM!

Moonstone
My sword swings high over my head, as I nearly decapitate Yuri. We've both dealt grave wounds on each other, but neither one of us wants to fall over and return to be another enslaved demon. On this plane of existance we were free, and freedom was a luxury.

"Come on Moonstone, just give up. The only reason you beat me last time was because you removed your earthly restrictions. I see your plan, you're trying to look normal to the crowd so demon hunters wont kill you if you survive. Smart, but not enough." Yuri says, as he conjures poisonous steam from his hands.

The jet of steam disorientates me, as I stumble back, slashing forward wildly with my sword. I feel his sickle rake across my right leg as I fall on one knee. It seemed Yuri had beaten me this time, and that he'd still terrorize the people of Earth.

He looks down on me, raising his sickle. "Any last words, Moonstone the pathetic?" Yuri says sneering at me, his sickle readied at my throat. "Yea, I got three." I reply. "Well go ahead and say them, they will be your last." Yuri replies coldly.

"Look behind you." The fool falls for my trick, as I grab his shoulder and yank him down onto my sword, stabbing it deep into his chest. "Oh Moonstone, always clever with the tricks. But I'm afraid I'm not going to hell alone." I feel a burning pain as he stabs the sickle's tip into my eye.

Eventually we both lie their, bleeding. Yuri attempts to crawl for the water, but I make sure he gets no further. We both die side by side, our fight causing both of our demises, as we wait for our descension back to the depths of the underworld. BOOM!

Karen Everest
"Move quieter..." I tell myself as I tip toe through the grass, sneaking around the sleeping Elenaor. She had items that I needed, and if I didn't take them, I'd be the next death in these games.

She was muttering in her sleep, nearly making me jump out of my skin. I had thought she had awoken, but apparently, it was just her sleep talking. "Damn... you... I won't... die to you!" She mumbled, as I leaned over to snatch her supplies.

"Going somewhere Ms. Everest?" I hear voice coo behind me. "Blonde Agent Smith..." I mutter, turning around. Sure enough, Harry Torres was standing their, smiling. "Do not call me that, it's a shame the person who killed me even won."

"Well, I'll be the one to put you back in the dirt!" I shout, revealing my hidden blade as I slashed. Harry's previous games expirience made him see it coming, as he dodged by blow and kicked me, sending me flying into the sleeping Elenaor.

She awakens with a cry, reaching for her axe, but I pick it up before she does as I slam it down into her head. '''BOOM! '''Now with an ax, I swung ferociously at Harry, who kept sliding in and out of my attacks.

I slash again, this time knocking Harry's sword out of his hands. Knowing I have him beat, I charge again to finish him. In a flash, he whips something from his boot and hurls it at me. I feel a piercing pain in my throat as he rushes me and kicks be off my feet.

"Surprised? Don't be. Anyone smarter than you would've seen it coming." Harry says, giving me a charming smile. "Haven't figured it out?" He then drew a similar weapon from his other boot. "Kunai, a knife from Japan. But for me, just another killing tool." I saw him throw that one, as the projectile ended my life with a boom. BOOM!

Vesper Brooks
We were moving, mobilizing. Jayda said that we would need supplies to survive the finale against the careers, so what better way than to take it from them? However, I knew Jayda was in it to avenge Camiren. She was going straight for the career leader.

"This might be my last day you know?" James says to me as he gears up. "What makes you say that?" I ask, concerned. "Well, Salem died in a blink of an eye. So, my chances are about the same as his." James replies, a little grim about his friend's death.

"Listen James, go in with that attitude and you won't. But go in positive, and hey, you will no doubt survive." I reply, trying to be a little helping. "Pft, they all say that Vesper. Why are you any different?" James scoffs, before running off to the other antis.

"Alright Antis, this is it. We wipe the stain of the careers from this arena! This land belongs to the Anti-Careers! We shall not lose to them for one more year! WE BREAK THE CURSE!" Jayda begins speeching, while some of us cheer but the others just shrug.

"Any questions?" She asks. "We know you're doing this to avenge Jayda." Penny says. Everyone turns their attention to Jayda, who quickly replies "Who wouldn't?" The response does answer most of us, as we all had some connection with her.

"Okay, get in the canoes we were generously sponsored. It seems the capitol even wants us to beat the careers for at least one year. Now MOVE!" Jayda says, as we all run to the beach. I push my canoe out into the water, as James and Penny pile up in it. Would the cornucopia be ours?

Seiko Torres
I draw my katana at the sound of a cannon. '''BOOM! '''"Well boys and gals, natural causes seem to be taking care of the other tributes." Brett says as we sit idle in the cornucopia. The strategy of waiting was very very boring, but it was keeping us alive.

"Looks like this day just got interesting..." I hear Nutmeg mutter as I look to the horizon. The anti careers have mobilized, and are standing, facing the careers in the cornucopia. Why hadn't we started fighting, what in the world was going on?

"Anti-Careers, what brings you to the cornucopia? Supplies, shelter... revenge?" Valora shouts tauntingly. Their leader, Jayda, scoffs at her. "We come for your head Valora. If your allies are smart, they'll know to abandon you to your fate."

Zoey is the first to step in front of Valora. "You'll have to get through me first." She shouts to Jayda. Brett stands up next, followed by Nutmeg and Eugene. Felix and I join in. I look at Michael, who looks back, before saying "All right, I see we're doing something 'epic'."

"So be it." Jayda shouts. Lunar fires an arrow into the crowd, as I hear Nutmeg cry out and fall forward. '''BOOM! '''With a war yell, the careers meet the anti careers for the battle of the cornucopia.

James Dant
I thrust my spear forward, attempting to catch Michael off guard. It works as I stab into his legs, causing him to stumble backwards into the cornucopia wall. I thrust again, this time impaling him through the chest. The strike is fatal, as his cannon doesn't wait long. BOOM!

"Little asswipe!" I hear a girl shout at me. I bring my blade up, fighting off the girl from 5, who's swings are sloppy and mistimed. This should be easy. I strike forward, but she nimbly dodges my spear strike as it crashes forward, shattering the tip on the cornucopia.

Apparently I underestimated the girl, as she was faking bad weaponry skills as she came forth with dangerous blows. I swung my blade the same time she did, and the force from both our strikes sent our weapons flying from our hands.

I didn't dive for my blade, instead I dove for her. My strenght was too much for her to handle, as my hands squeezed her throat. She choked and sputtered as I squeezed the life out of her. Her face was beginning to turn purple, and I knew she was almost out of breath.

I look down, to see to my horror a large sword piercing through my stomach. In my shock I let go, and the girl from 5 takes no time to kick me as she runs away. I fall on my knees, my hands touching the bloody blade. "Damnit James..." I mutter, as I fall face first to the ground, dead. BOOM!

Penny Wheatgrove
"Zoey, grab as much as you can carry, we are leaving!" I heard their leader shout. Victory was at hand for us, and I just had to survive. Currently I'd been with the strong Lunar, who's aim was very dangerous, as I saw when she took out the girl from 1.

"Destroy Valora, I want her head!" Jayda shouts, as Lunar releases an arrow at Valora. It misses her, as Valora sees the attempt as she ducks behind cover. "Damnit, shot's blocked!" Lunar curses, as she moves to get a better shot on Valora.

Luigi runs past me as he yells out a battle cry, bull rushing Valora. He manages to avoid Eugene's thrown spear as he kicks Valora while she crouches behind cover, knocking her weapon away. He raises his blade, ready to end the career leader for good!

I watch the capitol girl come up behind Luigi and heave her blade across his midsection. He almost bisects, as he falls over, in agony. The capitol girl doesn't even finish him off, leaving him to his agonizing wound which had spilled some organs.

"I'm sorry Luigi..." Lunar says, nocking an arrow to her bow. "But no one deserves to die slowly." She then releases the arrow, as it pierces Luigi through the head, giving him a quick death. BOOM!

The careers left after Luigi's demise, heading for the mountains. We had won the cornucopia and bountiless supplies, but what would do now?

Eugene Watson
"Alright careers, we set camp up here. We set for the mountains at morning." Valora says, as we all gladly stop. Zoey pulls out a tent from the items she'd scavenged from the cornucopia, one big enough to house the rest of the career alliance.

I sift through the bags, finding parts to make a spear for the one I'd lost in the battle. I find the spear tip as I look for a stick long and strong enough to hold through a good stab or throw.

"Come on!" I shout, as I pick up another flimsy twig. "Looking for something Eugene?" I hear Brett call out. "Yeah, I'm looking for a suitable spear shaft. You got one?" Brett shrugs, before saying "Sorry Geno but I don't have a shaft you can use."

I curse under my breath. Brett was selfish, I knew he had a spear somewhere. I give up on my quest to find a suitable shaft, as I draw my backup blade, a short sword. "Damnit..." I mutter, seeing the thing has rusted in it's scabbard from lack of use.

I walk back into camp, before yelling "Does anyone have a spare weapon I could use?" Everyone looks at me like I'm nuts to be a career without a weapon, before Seiko tosses me a shuriken. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" I ask her angrily.

"It's a weapon." She says slyly. I roll my eyes and sit down in defeat, knowing I wouldn't have a suitable weapon. I look down at the shuriken, before letting out a sigh. "Geeze Eugene you've done it now." I say quietly, before walking in the tent to get some sleep.

Eevee Darkbloom
I surface from the now dark water, gasping for air. "Damnit!" I shout, sliding the dive mask on top of my head as I have failed yet again to locate my knives. I had gotten in a fight with the girl from 6, who shot at me with her bow before taking my knives and diving underwater.

I'd been going underwater and diving down trying to find them, hoping she'd dropped them. However, I had found nothing, and so far, was left weaponless.

I get back to the beach, tired and out of breath from the constant breath holding and swimming. "Eevee, it's not nice to backstab people." I hear a voice coo in my ear. I scramble to my feet, looking in front of me, seeing a shimmery form of someone I used to know...

"You... you're dead! I killed you!" I shout. Textil's ghost smirks at me. "Yea, of course you killed me. It's about time I returned the favor." His eerie presence makes the air very cold, as I hug myself, shaking as my breath comes out in mists. He was going to freeze me to death.

The water, it was warm. It had to be, it stayed warm longer than the earth did. Slipping my dive mask on, I take a deep breath before diving underwater. I stay close to the surface, before I can't hold my breath any longer, as I surface for air.

Textil's ghost is gone. "Whoo..." I say, before I shriek as something pulls me back under. My cries of fear are muffled by the water, air the only thing coming out of my mouth. Textil's rotting corpse drags me deeper under the water, as I feel water enter my lungs.

I kick and shout, trying to get him off me. I can't hold my breath anymore, as I feel water fill my entire body. I struggle, but my strength wanes. My blood stops flowing, my organs shut down as my lack of oxygen begins to end me. My vision darkened as I let out the last bubble out of my mouth, before I succumbed to my past lover. BOOM!

Vesper Brooks
I wake up, a wet feeling wakening me with sharp jolt. My boots are filled with water as I groan, then I see the danger. Rain was pouring from the skies, a terrible sight, especially one for us islanders. We had to leave this island, or else we would all drown.

"Alright, we have a major flood! Crete's going to be underwater in about an hour! We need to get on the canoes and head to the hills and mountains as fast as we can! It won't be long before only the mountains remain above water!" Jayda shouts.

We all take off running to the canoes, pushing them into the raging waters of the stormy ocean. I push mine in, when the strong current of this insane storm sucks me underwater.

I attempt to kick back up and swim to the surface, but the current is too strong. I cry for help but it does no good, as I sink deeper and deeper to the depths, to die a slow death of drowning.

I see a hand shoot through the water and pull me up. Wet and sputtering, I look to my savior, who's none other than Lunar Powers. "I owe you one..." I say. She just shakes her head, before replying "There is no debt to me, we won't be allies much longer."

Her words struck fear in me. This event was the one that'd end the games and split up the alliances. Lunar was right, it was just a matter of time before all the anti careers turned on each other. Just a matter of time before my own allies would be out for my blood.

Britney Munroe
I hop over a palm tree as it thrashes to the ground from the heavy wave that just hit it. I avoid the water so I don't get swept away by the sea, knowing that even with my swimming ability that I couldn't compete with the might of this seastorm.

The city's all but gone, as the support it was built on crashes it into the ocean. Thank goodness I had left when I did, or I'd be trapped under a sinking building, with no chance of escape.

I'm knocked off my feet by water, and nearly get sucked into the ocean. However my willpower keeps me going, as I wade back to dry land and continue to move further from the flooding waters. Eventually, I reach the base of the foothills, as I look back on the situation.

Crete is underwater, and only a portion of the city hasn't sank into the sea. The foothills and mountains were still dry, but not for much longer. In the distance I could spot the Anti-Careers dock their canoes at the foothills base, and not wanting to fight them yet, I continued ascending the hills.

"Come on you slackjaws! Do not let them up our hills, we own this elevation, and they deserve their fate of drowning!" The career leader shouts to her underlings. I remembered how she died, she drowned in a river trying to escape hornets.

I draw an arrow, putting it on my bow string as I aim at the group of careers, weapons at the ready as they attempt to use the high ground to take out the anti-careers. The wind was throwing my aim off, and wiping water from my eyes wasn't helping.

It died down just enough, as I focused in and released an arrow. From my point, I saw the girl from 5 fall on her knees. A non fatal shot, but it would put her out of the finale for sure. "A sniper! Kill her!" I hear Valroa shout, as I begin to run off to the mountains.

Harry Torres
I hid behind the boulders at the mountains base, watching the chaos from a distance. The careers and antis had finally met each other in battle, and I knew the careers would be distracted. Drawing my knife, I decided to stealthily take one down.

Eugene was the closest one. Honestly, he didn't stand a chance, as he was trying to fight his opponent with a rusty sword and a shuriken. His opponent, who was the girl from 12, noticed me, but did not make mention of me, as she knew that I'd take him out.

I sneak around the career leader and anti career leader, who's blades are locked as they move in circles around each other, as I raise up, poising my knife right at a sensitive part of the back. I stab down with all my force, as my blade pierces through Eugene's back.

He lets out a scream of agony, as I pull the knife out. "Honestly mate, you should've seen that coming. Aren't you careers supposed to have 'Eyes in the back of your head' or something?" I taunt, kicking him to the ground as he died from the nasty spinal cord wound.

'''BOOM! '''I wipe the blood from my knife, before looking around, to see the chaos. The girl from 5 and the girl from 6 were in engaged in an archer duel, each one trying to shoot the other from behind cover. Then, I saw something interesting happen.

The boy from 5 must've realized that alliances would split after this day, as he turned on the girl beside him, the capitol girl. She shrieked in terror as he knocked her to the ground. "WE GOT A TRAITOR! HELP ME GUYS!" She yelled, and lucky for her, Felix was there.

Deciding it would be my time to dart off, I run for the girl from 6, who was busy with her archer duel. Would be a shame if I were to "cut it out" wouldn't it?

Valora Vista
This damn Jayda wasn't giving up. She was the toughest person I'd fought, heck I think she was even HARDER to kill than Camiren! Not even the tributes from 701st could stand up and fight like her, something was motivating this girl, and I had to find it and destroy it.

My dual swords are brought down on her sole sword, as yet again she slides her blade off and attempts to slash my guts out. I only manage to maneuver out of it, making me slightly off balance. Jayda sees this and delivers a kick to my side, as i tumble over.

She stabs down but I roll away, jumping back to my feet as I slash her left arm, causing a nasty cut wound to it. She curses at me, bringing down a two handed attack with her sword which managed to knock away one of my swords.

I curse that I now had lost my major avdantage. I fought as good as I could with one sword, but she was just better, and was relentless. I couldn't keep up with her anymore, as she spotted a flaw in my form, rushing in to elbow me in the jaw.

I back up, holding my jaw. I figured out her source of morale, and I knew a way to take it out. I feigned an act of defeat, holding my jaw and falling on my knees. Jayda held her sword over my head, just ready to lop it off from my shoulders.

"Valora, you've done so much wrong in these games. Now, you'll pay for your actions. May the afterlife judge you rightfully." I look up at her. "They so will." I snark back, kicking her knee, before stealing her sword as I spun around and stabbed into her morale.

Penny Wheatgrove of 12. The girl falls, clutching her chest wound. Jayda cries in anger and sorrow, as she looks up at me with hatred. I don't take time to end Jayda, as I swing my sword sideways, planning to decapitate her for good.

I feel a sharp pain in my thigh. I retch back as I attempt to grab the tribute who stabbed me. The damn boy from 7 had stabbed me! I then felt cold steel enter through my head, as everything went dark. Jayda finished the job... with cowardly assistance. '''BOOM! BOOM!'''

Felix Leonard
"What the hell Brett?! They're are still antis to kill, why are you turning on us?" I ask angrily as I block another one of his massive blows. I couldn't strike him back, I respected him as our co-leader, yet he was the first to betray us all for himself.

"You were supposed to follow Valora's orders! Stay together till it's only us, then we'll fight to the death! But you didn't follow the career way, you decided to betray us early, decide to make a COWARDLY MOVE!" I shout, furious at his actions.

"Listen here boy, One, Valora's DEAD! Two, I'm not from a career district, and Three, the games have no rules!" Brett says, and with that, he lunges forward, propelling his weight with his massive blade. The attack is so sudden I cannot dodge without a wound.

It enters through my right leg, as I instantly lift it up and hobble on one foot. He rips the blade out, before charging at me to knock me off balance. His arrogance would be his end, as I had past expirience with tributes, and had one last trick to pull.

I kneeled over, throwing myself in front of his feet. He was moving too fast that he couldn't stop, as he stumbled over my body, tripping him as he fell face first. But before I can stab him through the back, I feel a sharp pain in my chest.

An arrow sticks out as I sputter and cough, blood already rising up my throat. I fall back and try to spit it out, but it just keeps coming. The damn girl from 6 did it, as I watched her lower her bow, before aiming it at Seiko, planning on ending the careers herself.

The wound is too grave, as I watch Brett rise up from my trick, not happy at all. His dumb luck got him out of this one. I flip him off one last time, before I succumb to my arrow wound, glad Brett wouldn't get credit for killing me himself. BOOM!

Jayda Idlywyld
I wipe tears from my eyes after Penny's death, after I realize I only have 2 allies left. Vesper stands by my side as I lead him from the chaos. The careers had turned on each other and would do each other in, so we just had to stand back in watch.

"Damn, this girl's good!" Lunar says, raising back up as she fires an arrow. She ducks down immediately as I hear an arrow whistle over our cover (a conveniantly large rock.) as I begin to formulate a plan to take out the final two loners.

"Harry gets his kills by stealth, so we need to watch our backs. As for Britney, I hope you can take him out Lunar." I look to my ally, who doesn't respond. "Lunar?" I ask, worried. She falls face first into the mud, a throwing knife imbedded in her back. BOOM!

The last tribute I'd expect, the career girl from 5, stands there, as she tosses another knife our way. I shove Vesper from the knife's trajectory, as I take the blade instead. It hurts me in the ribs, but I shrug off the pain, as I grab Lunar's bow.

I never was an archer, but arising the circumstances, it was either this or death. I aimed forward and shot at the girl, but the arrow missed, the wind carrying it away. I curse as a duck behind the rock, avoiding a dangerous throwing knife.

I rise back up again, firing off a quick shot. This one hit's her non wounded leg, which puts her movement ability out of the question. She drops her pack of throwing knives as I drop the bow and draw my axe, planning to finish the injured girl off.

I jump forward and slam the axe into her chest, as she lets out one last breath before she dies. '''BOOM! '''I pull my axe out of her corpse, taking a moment to take a breather. When I look up, I'm struck in the face by a sharp object, as I lose control and fall down the hill. The games had just ended for me.

BOOM!

Brett Brawl
I duck from an arrow fired by that damn girl from 6. When would she run out? Another one whistles by as I find adqeuate cover, but I see the issue. The flooding water is beginning to rise. The only option was to go to the mountains, they'd provide safety.

Britney stops shooting arrows at me long enough as I see the other loner attack her and begin to wrestle on the ground with her over a dagger. I saw my chance and took it, running for both of them, charging forward with my great sword in hand.

"Ha ha, thought you could be Robin Hood huh? The only Robin Hood in this arena was a fake who was obese and didn't even steal!" The 12 boy taunts, as he whams his fist on Britney again, and again. Time to end this stalemate before it took all night.

I stab into both of them, pinning them to each other with my sword. Harry attempts to turn, but I rip the blade out of him and use it to slash his neck open. He clutches the wound as I turn my attention back to Britney, who's weakly reaching for her dagger.

'''BOOM! '''So long loner boy. I kick Britney's knife away, grabbing her bow and throwing it into the roaring waters. I grab the injured girl and lift her up, giving her a cruel smile. "How about you dive in their and go find it? Let me help!" I say, as I throw her into the waters.

She kicks and screams as she attempts to fight the current, but water just goes down her throat. She never surfaces again as she's dragged to the depths, as I grab Jack's dagger and take Britney's bag of food and water, taking off towards the mountains. '''BOOM! ''' So long Archer girl.

Seiko Torres
I struggle as I escape from the rushing water, chasing down my opponent the boy from 7. He saw me take out Jayda, and he immediately took a run for it. I tossed my shuriken at him, but cursed when it flew over his head, and he picked it up.

I dive to the ground to avoid it when he tosses it back. It lands with a splash in the water as I curse silently. "No getting that back" I think to myself, as I chase down the boy. He is persistent and could run away with me, if I wasn't a natural born assassin.

I was on his tail as I finally caught up to him. I drew my katana as I was in striking range. He attempted to keep running as I threw myself forward, impaling my blade through his back and driving him to the rough ground of the mountains.

I rip it out of him, waiting for a cannon, but it doesn't sound. He is still trying to stay alive, crawling towards the summit of one of hte mountains. I wasn't much for a kid suffering a long death, so I decide to make his death quick in painless.

I stab my katana in the back of his head, grateful that he went still this time. I ripped the blade out, hearing his cannon. '''BOOM! '''Night had fallen and from the moonlight, I saw the arena, or, what was LEFT of the arena, for that matter.

The moonlight glittered off a huge mass of water. It covered everything, even the hills, and was making it's way up the mountains. It was either drown or finish off the last tribute. The anthem chimed on just in time to reveal who I'd be fighting tomorrow...

"Great... Brett the Bastard, traitor of District 5." I mutter when I figure out Brett is still alive after the Anthem fades. He was a strong dangerous tribute, and I was a agile and nimble one. Deciding I would rest before I fought him, I attempted to get sleep on the hard rock of the mountain.

Brett Brawl
I wake with a start when I feel cold water splash on my legs. I cursed as I moved further up the mountain, all the arena underwater. Why hadn't Seiko drowned yet? Whenever we were still allies, she had awful lung capacity, so drowning her wouldn't be too hard.

I curse as I nearly lose my footing climbing up the mountain. Snow pelts me as I look down to the ice cold water, not freezing due to some capitol magic. Or maybe because it was still running.

"Damnit Brett, you shouldn't have gotten this mess anyways! Why didn't you just kill Seiko before you did Felix?" I berate myself for my past actions, as I look up to see the peak of the mountain. A ledge with a cave was a few meters below it, and I'd hide there.

I manage to slowly climb up some more, heaving myself to the ledge. Apparently outrunning the water would only get me so far as Seiko obviously wasn't dead yet. I leaned up against the wall to take a breather, as I stood back up to investigate the cave.

I feel something hit me hard as I fall to the ground, Seiko wrapped around my lower body, tackling me to the ground. She was on top of me, trying to stab me with one of her tanto knives, but I was quick to react, kicking back with both my legs, sending her flying off me.

She draws her katana and I draw my mighty greatsword. "If it isn't Traitor Brawl." Seiko taunts. "Ah, Seiko, my least favorite ninja wannabe." With our short insults, we both charge at each other, the final battle of the 703rd Games beginning.

Seiko Torres
My mind raced with tactics on defeating the large and strong Brett, as I nimbly ducked under one of his hefty sword blows. "Alright, Brett is bigger and stronger and has a larger weapon. But I'm faster and have a faster swinging weapon, so I can wear him down" I think to myself, as I prepare a counterattack.

I slash forward, and the heavy Brett is too slow to dodge the quick strike. It gashes his chest a little, and I slashed again, planning on taking down his knees. But he attacked at the same time as me, and his larger blade knocked my katana out of my hands.

I backed up, now relying on my wit and surprise weapons to keep in. He swung many large blows as I swiftly got out of their path, before I grabbed a handful of snow and through it at his face. The cold snow disorientated him enough as I hurled a shuriken at his direction.

It would've hit his throat had he not thrown his hands up wiping snow off his face, as it buried into his left forearm instead. He cried out, lunging blindly towards me. He was lucky enough to get a strong stab into my left leg, as I quickly stabbed down on his hand with a kunai.

He drops his large blade, as I draw my tanto and slash at the weaponless Brett. However, even when weaponless, his strength allows him to excel at unarmed combat, as he grabs my arm midswing and twists it, causing me to drop my tanto. He kicks it away as I raise my fists, preparing for hand-to-hand combat.

Brett Brawl
Slowed down by my wounds, I punched forward, grunting in anger as yet again she slipped out of my blow. She spun around and karate-chopped my side, winding me as she whirled around with a spinning kick, nearly knocking me off my feet.

I'd greatly underestimated her hand-to-hand ability, and knew she'd win if she could keep striking me. I had to wrestle her to the ground if I wanted to gain any advantage. My opprotunity came when she sent a strong jab towards my jaw, as I prepared to bring her to the ground.

I grabbed her extended arm, pulling her into my fist. The breath is knocked over her as I use my weight to thrust us both to the ground. I grab her throat and begin to slam her head against the cold hard ground and squeeze tight with my hands, strangling her.

Unlike most people who are being strangled, she doesn't attempt to pry my hands off her throat. Instead, she keeps kneeing my chest, until I'm forced to let go. She then launches from her hands as she delivers a kick to my chin, knocking me on my butt.

She then does a perfect backwards handspring over to my great sword, picking it up as she pointed it threatingly at me. I pick up the closest weapon, her katana (which was now bent due to my earlier blow to it), as I stare at her, waiting for her move.

Seiko Torres
Unfamiliar with the large and heavy weapon, I had to quickly adapt to using it. Brett was no better with my bent katana, his usage of it as a normal sword being mediocre at best. I swung the large weapon at him, and was surprised to see it make a gaping wound in his chest.

That would take any normal tribute down, but a former career fighting for a chance of escape, not really. Brett shrugged off the fatal wound, and I knew I'd have to cut his head off or stab him through the heart to end him for good.

He managed to slash my cheek with the bent katana, as I wiped the pouring blood wound from it, lunging forward with the great sword. It's weight throws me off balance as Brett takes my mistake as an opprotunity, slamming the handle of the katana on my head.

I see stars as I fall to the ground, disorientated from the blunt wound. I feel a sharp pain in my back, assuming he stabbed into me while I was down. But I couldn't give up. I had so much to win for and live for, I was going to fight back, and win!

I sprung up, punching him rapidly in the jaw, disarming him of his katana. I kept wearing his face out, before delivering the strongest kick I could muster, and was satisfied when I saw him lose his footing and fall to the cave floor, at the water's edge.

His sword was in between both of us, and we both realized it. He launched up from the ground and I charged for it, the race for the weapon possibly the one to end the games for good. I grabbed around it's handle and felt like the odds were in my favour...

...when I realized the horror he'd stabbed the handle through me...

Brett Brawl
I look down into Seiko, as I rip my sword's handle out of her chest. She falls down, letting one last shaky breath out, before falling to the ground with a thud. '''BOOM! It took all of my strength to force my blade's handle '''through her, and I knew some muscles were torn.

The chest wound was too much and still bleeding, as I fell to my knees. Through darkening vision I could see a hovercraft lowering down to the mouth of the cave, men in white uniforms rushing to me and carrying me inside the hovercraft...

I awaken in a hopsital bed. "Woah Brett, that was one epic way to end a games!" The female nurse shouts to me in awe. "Oh, I'm sorry... I mean, how are you feeling?" I smile at her, enjoying her gorgeous features, before replying "Well now."

She gives me a warm smile, as she helps me from the bed. "That nasty chest wound should heal in no time. As for your torn arm muscles, they're already better. The works of modern medicine huh?" The nurse says to me. "Yea, but were am I?"

She looks at me. "The capitol silly! President Typhoon has declared you a legendary tribute. It's no easy task beating 113 other tributes to the victory. A matter in fact, you have a crowning ceremony to attend! Come quick, we cannot be late!"

She leaves the room as I look out the room. The capitol is busting and busy as usual, as I think of the games. Many many tributes... and I'd come out on top, just some boy from District 5. I then follow where the nurse went, ready to enjoy my happy ending...