The 108th Annual Hunger Games Bloodbath Chapter 1, a hunger games fanfic

The 108th Annual Hunger Games

Opening Bloodbath

Politea Berylle, 17, District 1 female

Politea has never been more excited in her life. She is ready to prove that she is meant to be a victor. Her impressive score of 11 helped, but winning the Games will justify that.

As the plate rises, Politea's eyes are blinded by intense light. She rapidly blinks until the arena comes into sight. The tributes are in a large grass field, with numbers lining the edges of the field. Bleachers can be seen on either side. To the north is what appears to be a large brick building. Politea pieces together that it's a school, like the one she goes to, except it's a lot bigger. Searching inside for tributes will be a pain. In the opposite direction of the school is a smaller school with a playground. That school must be for younger kids.

Politea abandons her thoughts and puts on a face of confidence.

Five plates to her left is Max, her arrogant and possibly barbaric partner. He waves to her mockingly, and she dismissively looks away.

The tribute from 8, Paisley, is looking at Politea with tears pouring from her eyes. Poor girl. Part of her wishes that her death will be swift.

Politea tucks her brown hair behind her ears and takes a deep breath.

This is it. Let the Games begin.

Gong!

Politea sprints forward, powered by adrenaline. She is the first to reach the Cornucopia, and grabs her weapon of choice; a scythe. She snatches it from its stand looks for her first victim. She spots the scrawny 15 year-old girl from 12 tying her shoe. What is she doing?

Politea rushes towards the figure, prepared to make the first kill of the Games, but at the last second the girl rolls to the left.

"Hey! I wasn't ready!" yells the tribute, then she dashes away towards the school building, holding a blue sack.

"Crap!" Politea shouts, and before she has time to retaliate, the boy from 9 is behind her, pulling her hair.

"Get off of me!" She shakes him off after what seems like forever, and quickly shoves her scythe into the boy's chest, ending him.

Panting, Politea searches for more tributes. She finds her next prey, the girl from 11. She is holding a sleeping bag. Politea sprints in her direction and slaps the bag from her hands, leaving the tribute from 11 shocked. The girl shakes her head in fear, but the look is frozen in her face as Politea swings the weapon across her throat, staining her blade with blood.

Politea stumbles until she runs into

Juniper, the tribute from 2. The two snicker, which can barely be heard over the screams of tributes.

"Hey there. Having fun?" Politea asks as she wipes some sweat from her brow.

"You know it! Let's make this bloodbath one for them to remember!"

Juniper and Politea part ways to kill more tributes, and Politea goes to make what would be her last kill of the bloodbath. The boy from 12 is simply in the wrong place at the wrong time as he collides with Politea's blade. She shakes his limp body off her scythe and twirls it, letting out an exhausted sigh.

BOOM!

9 cannons fire, 3 of them at the hands of Politea. Not bad, but there will surely be more chances later. For now, the Career pack, Politea, Max, Juniper, Acheron, Nessie, Jakob, and the new Careers from 7 strategize at the field.

"So, altogether, we killed nine. Since there's fifteen left, chances are at least one or two is hiding in one of the schools," says Nessie, holding her token, a necklace with a blue starfish charm.

"But which one?" asks Acheron eagerly, clenching his fists, "Surely if we go to the smaller school first we can trap tributes easier."

The Careers consider this, but Max suddenly blurts out.

"Who cares? These weaklings will all die eventually. Including you guys," he motions toward Politea, "and even lovely Politea."

"Shut up, Max," says Politea, through her teeth, "I can snap your puny neck right here, and your face can join the bloodbath tributes."

Max has been a pain since the second they boarded the train. He's so full of himself, and he talks like he's going to win. Politea thinks that she herself has a pretty good chance at winning, but Max acts like his victory is the only possible scenario.

"Now, now, Polly, no need to get hostile." He goes to her ear, and whispers, "You know, I'm going to tell all of One what a bitch you were in the Games during the Victory Tour if you don't cut the crap," sneers Max.

Politea gasps in horror, and prepares to cut his head off, but Juniper intervenes with her halberd. The Career boy from 7, Roy, is giggling. His partner, Amara, has her face in her palm.

"Guys! Chill! We'll fuel up a bit here, then we'll go hunting when it gets dark. Alright?"

The group nods in agreement and searches the Cornucopia for supplies. Politea groans to herself. This was going to be a long night.

Later that night, in the high school

Sonata Myers, 15, District 6 tribute

Sonata sighs to herself as she sees her district partner's face in the sky. Along with both from 3, the boy from 8, the boy from 9, both from 10, the girl from 11, and the boy from 12. She's relieved she made it this far so Sonata wouldn't just be a typical bloodbath casualty, but unless she wins these damn Games, she will be in this arena forever, wiped from everyone's mind.

Sonata, lost in thought, runs into a pole. Rubbing her head in annoyance and pain, she looks up, and sees that a sign is attached to the pole.

Auburn Riverside High School: Go Ravens!

She smirks. Maybe this used to be a real school. Sonata has always wondered what old world schools were like, when the Hunger Games aren't shoved down your throat.

In the 800 hall of Auburn Riverside High School…

Klara Moorhouse, 17, District 5 tribute

Klara runs through the hallways, looking for her brother. She lost him in the bloodbath, so she wasn't sure whether he made it or not. But the absence of his face in the sky confirmed that he was alive. The question was, where is he?

She finds a pair of doors, leading to a large room with a canopy roof. Flags Klara didn't recognize hang on the walls, but a massive flag of Panem hangs in the center, stealing the attention. She shoves some doors open on the far side of the room, and it reveals a smaller area with an empty salad bar, warming ovens, and three cash registers.

This must be where the students got their lunch, I bet, Klara realizes, and she gets excited. If this is where lunch was served, surely there was some food here. Klara had run away from the bloodbath, and so did Eddie. So she had no weapons or supplies. Klara climbs over the counter, leading to a kitchen. She finds pictures on the wall, one with a woman and a group of kids Klara's age, above a caption:

Beginner's Culinary Arts, 2016-2017

Klara shivers. How long ago was this? A.D. was a time measurement used in the old world. This picture has to be at least 150 years old. Yet it could have been taken yesterday. All the kids look so fresh, so young, so innocent...she begins to wonder how these happy-go-lucky kids would function in a screwed up world like Panem.

Rrrrumble...

Klara's mind goes off of life and onto food. She hasn't eaten since this morning, when she carbo-loaded for the Games. Eddie did the same, except he had much more of an appetite. Klara hoped he wasn't too hungry.

She searches the entire kitchen, with no luck, until she finds her prize. She grabs several items from the full cabinet, and analyzes them. Groosling jerky, almonds, cashews, croutons, dried fruit, powdered milk, and a lot of water. She even finds a butcher knife.

"Yes!" she says involuntarily, not really caring at the moment. She found food. She wasn't going to starve.

But her happy thoughts are interrupted by a deep, low growl.

In the room B6 of Ilalko Elementary School…

Karter Aubergine, 18, District 11 male

Karter had gone to the high school a while ago, but he encountered rat Mutts. Luckily, he fended them off without getting injured, but staying there was too risky. No one was in this small school, as far as he knows. He'll be safe here. If some tributes try to bother him, they won't know what hit them.

Karter pulls out his water and takes a small drink. He can't drink too much, or else he'll get sick, followed by dehydration.

"Gotta be resourceful, Kar," he says to himself, wiping the beads of sweat off his dark skin. It wasn't necessarily hot, he was just sweating for some reason. A thought comes to his mind. Stress sweat.

Karter jumps as he hears laughing.

Man, he thought, Careers? This early?

He takes out his sword, ready to kill. It would be a shame that the Career pack had to disband this early, but it is what it is.

"Hey, Polly! I think someone's in there!" says a voice. Footsteps approach, and Karter emerges from the locker he was hiding in.

"What was that?!" says the boy shakily, only to receive an answer in the form of Karter punching him in the back of the head.

"Oh, shit!" says the frightened boy, immediately recognizing him as the boy from 11 who scored a 9, one point higher than Max's score.

Karter pushes him to the ground, and shoves his sword into the large boy's chest. He coughs up blood before going limp.

BOOM!

Karter sprints in the other direction, pushes the doors leading outside open, and starts heading up the hill next to the school leading to who knows where. He is happy that one of those monsters had been slain.

In the park next to the high school…

Stella Lorraine, 17, District 9 tribute

Stella strolls through the large park as the sun goes down, shrouding the arena in darkness. She had gotten night vision goggles in the backpack she stole, and they are proving useful. While the other tributes are trying to find their way through the dark in the schools, avoiding Mutts and traps, Stella has the safety of the park.

The sound of rushing reaches her ears, but before she can assume it's a tsunami or something, her head shifts and she sees that it's just a river. The way down to the river looks dangerous. She didn't want to risk breaking her arm, just for water that is most likely contaminated.

These Gamemakers make it so difficult, Stella says wearily in her head.

She wonders how they sleep at night, knowing that their position in society is to kill 23 children each year in the most entertaining way possible.

End of Night 1…

Remaining tributes:

Politea (F1, 17)

Juniper (F2, 18)

Acheron (M2, 18)

Nessie (F4, 16)

Jakob (M4, 17)

Klara (F5, 17)

Eddie (M5, 13)

Sonata (F6, 15)

Birch (F7, 17)

Roy (M7, 16)

Paisley (F8, 12)

Stella (F9, 17)

Karter (M11, 18)

Phylla (F12, 15)

Fallen tributes:

Ian (M9, 14) -24th

Terra (F3, 13) -23rd

Coby (M6, 12) -22nd

Georgina (F10, 14) -21st

Josiah (M8, 15) -20th

Reese (M3,12) -19th

Asher (M10, 16) -18th

Amaryllis (F11, 13) -17th

Danyel (M12, 16) -16th

Max (M1, 18) - 15th

Just a bloodbath chapter I did while I had the motivation. :)