My Final Cannon.- The Blood Of Death.

My name was Lila Pitt, it is not any more. I no longer have a name, but it says Lila Pitt on my head stone so that is what I will call myself. I used to live in District 6 and am now too living in an oak coffin there. My story is painful and fills me with nausea but it must be told if I am to be remembered. I was reaped for the 67th Hunger Games when I was 13 years old. I then died two weeks and 4 days later. I'm not going to lavish my story up in sugar or gore or even woe. No, this is my tale of my death. And it will not be changed.

I emgered from my tube up into a shallow breeze. Light blundered my eyes,the sun glaring into me. But I did not close them, I couldn't. If I did hen my 60 seconds was up, I would be less prepared and easier prey. I was already easy prey, but I couldn't become less weak at any cost.

My eyes soon got used to the light when the countdown started. 60, 59, 58, 57, 56... I flickered my eyes around the surrounding Arena. All 24 of us were in a hot, humid clearing. There was only a littering of boulders, scrubs and lots of dirt. The harsh wasteland strechted as far as I could see. The rocks soon made up boulders and hills, with only a fe prickly trees and bushes surviving. The sun as larger and hot than natural aand the sky was bleched a shocking shade of yellow. 37, 36, 35... The countdown continued. Next i hglanced at the Cornicopia, it shone golden and strong in the light. It was fanishoned into a snake seeming thinner but longer then normal. It was poilled with sharp, heavy, deadly weapons that would kill any one with the lightest swing. Even the slingshots would easily kill. Surronding the weapons was hampers, crates, sacks of food. The backing heat realised the deliocous smell 50 meeters away, to me. Then surrounding the mouth-watering food were about 9-11 backpacks, ranging from mighty hiegths to one i vould carry on one shoulder. I zoned in one one of the smaller peach-coloured ones about 30 feet away. 23, 22, 21, 20, 19... I only had 18 seconds too see my oppents. I remembering thinking of many swear words my mother had told me never to say, when I noticed a Distrcict 4 Career girl tlo my right. Her brown hair was pilled on her head but strands waed in my direction. She shot me a threatening snigger when she saw me staring at her. I couldn't get killed by her, I knew she would play-more like torture- her food. I broke our eye contact and scanned the tribute to my right. It was only District 12's boy, his knees shook and his skin had turned a pale yellowy-green. 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

Suddenly a hollowing sound of a gong rang throught me. I automatically sprinted towards the back-pack. I leaped down into a roll grabbing it then swinging it down my arm. A chalky dust imprinted on my clothes but i didn't care. I had a back-pack which ment I could have food, water, matches even shelter, I could have –or not have- anything! I was now sprinting back to my podemem towards the rocky terrane.

I leaped over my starting circle when a spear drove past my hips dodging them by half a dozen centimetres. My mooth let out a terrified squel as I glanced behind me to see the Distrcit 4 girl. She was holding 5 spears which were each coated in thick blood. She too was bloody her sshoes and hand dripped the red liquid and splats dotted her face. Her eyes shined a pale green, I could see all the hate and death that ravished her soul. She feed on the pain of others. I felt she must have had some bad experience, no one could be so evil on their own accord could they? She was standing strong and threw another spear towards the 7 boy. It lodged in his lower back making him fall to his knees. She then threw another and it effortlessly embodied itself in the boy's brain. I took that chance to run. I was reaching a cluster of boulders just when one of the girl's deathly instruments of torture/spear slid through the air. I managed to tumble into a jump causing the weapon to miss slicing my bottom leg off.

Before the vicious killer could aim for me again I then hurtled behind boulders. After a minute I glanced up over the top of the eocks. I was far and hidden enough to not get damaged but could still see the bloody wasteland before me. The Distcrict 4 girl had left me and wass the other side of the clearing stabbing a limp 12 year old who had long died already. The dead boy was covered in blood and bits of him had spilled out across the dusty ground. The 4 girl seemed to enjoy it though, her sour lips had spun into a psycho, malicious smile as she hurtled her spear into the boy again. The rest of the Careers were too killing, in each ones happy way but none seemed to take such pleasure from it. Bodies were sprawled on the floor thick in served body parts and they oozed scarlett, thick liquid. Blood bubbled from wounds and flooded from open glazed eyes like tears, the deads' ears and noses also bled but each ones mouth was alive as the foul blood sprinked from their open mouth disgustingly. I could no longer bere all the blood and death staring aty me. I remember turning and sprinting away. Away from the Bloodbath. Away from the Death. Away from the insanity.

Thanks for reading, if you did! :P Rate and review please. Wether you have read my other story Alone before Death or just this one, and you're a fan or as newbie. My exams are finished :D have a holiday :D and my birthday is soon so WHOOP WHOOP! So as a present I am going to update more often and give you another story (This one!). Sadly I have to help the younger kids at their camp in a couple weeks- because of my good survial/achery- so updates may slow. But will pick up again!

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