Alright, my lovelies, here's the first part of Hunger Games!Rane but I'm not sure how many parts there'll be.

Sixty seconds. That's how long the Tributes have to stand around the Cornucopia for. Sixty seconds to plan; to decide what to do. Weapons or food? Water or bandages? Those are the kinds of decisions they had to make. All of the tactics that had been planned, that the mentors had had to make, they meant nothing once the tributes were in the arena.

Reed Van Kamp knew that he was going to die. He was short, skinny and clumsy, and would only last a few days, a week at most. Well, if he didn't die in the initial bloodbath, of course. But, even though he was going to die, he wasn't going to just sit around and wait some Career to kill him. He hadn't given up on that slim chance of survival, no matter how impossible it seemed.

So, as he stood on his pedestal, two hundred metres or so from the Cornucopia, he tried to make good use of his sixty seconds. He scanned the terrain; woodland to his left, although it didn't look like it would offer much cover; to his right, there was a field of tall grass, the grass would easily hide him, as it was at least a foot taller than the tiny District 8 Tribute; behind him was small stream of glistening, fresh, clear water, surrounded by rocks. Reed remembered what his mentor, Sylvia, had said, water is the most important thing, once you find some, make shelter, and stay there.

This was assuming that he survived the bloodbath, though. So Reed turned his gaze towards the Cornucopia looking for anything that could help him. He knew he'd never reach the actual Cornucopia, so he decided to search the items that were scattered around it.

The loaf of bread? Too far away. The spear? Too heavy for Reed to use. Throwing knives? They could be useful (although Reed was terribly clumsy, he actually had pretty good aim). Backpack? He'd try to get it, but so would lots of the other Tributes. Bow and arrows? Too close to the boy from District 4.

Reed almost missed the gong that started the games, scrambling forwards off of his pedestal and into the fray. He snatched up the knives without much difficulty, but once he reached the backpack, he saw another Tribute advancing towards him. He vaguely recognised her; District 6, her name was Brie. Reed grabbed the backpack, and tried to back away from the other Tribute, but she was too fast, and the machete in her hands would kill him in an instant. Oh God, he was going to die! Reed only hoped that his death wouldn't hurt too much. He closed his eyes and waited for the blow that would end his life.

It never came.

Instead, he heard a piercing scream from just in front of where he was standing, and opened his eyes just in time to see Brie fall to the floor, an arrow protruding from the back of her neck. Reed looked towards where the shot had come from; the boy from District 4. He barely had time to feel relieved before he noticed the other boy hurtling towards him.

Why had he killed Brie then, if he was only going to kill Reed straight afterwards? He could have just let Brie stab him. Why had he saved Reed, only to kill him moments later?

For a moment, Reed had almost forgotten that he was still in the bloodbath, but was promptly reminded by a dagger that missed him by inches, burying itself in the ground behind him. Reed quickly put the backpack on, slipping the knives into his belt and turned to run to the stream where he could make camp.

Only to find his path blocked by another Tribute. The same Tribute that had just thrown a dagger at Reed, that only just missed him.

Reed knew that he would never get past the other Tribute. He was huge. He towered over Reed, and had enough muscles to be able to knock Reed out (if not kill him) with a single punch. He was a Career as well; District 2. So, Reed did the only thing he could think of; he ran.

More precisely, he ran towards the tall grass. He had no idea what was in there, but it would at least give him some sort of cover until the other Tributes had left. He sprinted as fast as he could, picking up an unclaimed length of rope on his way, until he reached the edge of the grass. He turned around for a brief moment, and was met with the sight of the District 4 boy shooting an arrow into the District 2 Tribute's shoulder. It wasn't fatal, but it would definitely incapacitate the other boy for a while.

Reed's eyes met with those of the boy District 4 and the other boy shouted something to Reed. It sounded a lot like 'RUN!' but Reed couldn't be sure, after all, why would another Tribute be telling Reed to run? It didn't make sense.

Reed didn't have time to ponder this, however, because the other boy was running towards him, so Reed turned and fled into the grass, hoping to put as much space between himself and the odd boy from District 4 as possible.

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Was that alright? I may be able to post another chapter before I go to bed tonight, hopefully.