*Imp* Hello! I'm not DEAD! I am writing a story with a friend, this is five of our favorite fandoms each, going at it in the Hunger Games. They don't have an account so I'm posting this story on mine. They came up with the summary, and if you have any questions for them, they would like to be addressed as Bookworm. *Bookworm* Hope you enjoy! Please review, constructive criticism is welcome, no flames please, feel free to send us ideas. No promise we'll use them though. *Imp* This is my first "chapter by chapter" story as Bookworm said, and will be updated as chapters are completed. WARNING! MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH! LANGUAGE! BLOOD!

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Katniss stood on the platform and waited for the games to begin. She glanced around the arena and saw her competitors. Looks like they decided on teams this year, she thought.

The golden Cornucopia stood in the center of the arena, as temping as ever. She longed for the useful materials that waited for her inside, but she knew how dangerous it was to go there.

Every year it was a bloodbath.

She saw the older redheaded girl, Clary she thought her name was, her feet poised to run away. Good idea, she thought. She and Peeta had decided to instantly run in search for water the minute the gong rang out. She glanced at him, and he gave her a small nod.

Suddenly, the sound of the gong rang out, filing the air.

Katniss and Peeta instantly joined hands and started running toward the forest. Shouts filled the air, but she didn't dare to look behind her. She didn't want to see another child taken down.

Suddenly Peeta's hand went limp in hers, she looked to him and saw a spear in his stomach, blood gushing from the wound. He collapsed to the ground and she looked around frantically for his assassinator. A blond haired boy, Jace or something of the sort, stood staring at her. Somewhere deep inside, she knew Peeta would want her to keep going.

She turned and ran.
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The gong rang out, and Ben bolted toward the center, ignoring Gwen's cries. Weapons, spears, axes, knives, swords, food, in baskets and laying on the ground filled the Cornucopia. Ben made to grab a small sword, but a pain in his side made him stop. He grimaced at the feeling of blood, all too familiar for a 10 year old, sliding down his side. He looked at his killer and the fuzzy image of a boy, not much older than him, maybe younger, pulling a sharp knife out of his side. He thought he heard a muttered "Sorry" before the boy was dragged away by a little redheaded girl, about his age, before his vision went black.
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Clary and Jace had a firm plan to sprint away from the Cornucopia, and as soon as the gong rang out, she and Jace were running towards the forest. But then, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the boy, called Percy, standing over a young redheaded girl, whose name she couldn't recall. He raised his knife, about to kill her, when Clary found her feet moving of their own accord. She ran in front of the girl, groaning as the knife sunk into her chest. Blood filled her lungs as she choked out a "Run" to the small girl, who she heard scrambling away. Then she was pleased to see the young girl running to safety, before she closed her eyes for good.
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Harry scrambled towards what he thought was a wand in the center of the Cornucopia, ignoring his and Hermione's previous plan. He was almost to the center, when a black girl whose name he couldn't remember walked up to him, holding a small double edged knife. She raised the knife and threw it at him. Pain exploded in his head as he crumpled to the ground. The girl smirked as she walked to him and pulled the knife out of his head. Somewhere in the distance he heard Hermione scream bloody murder.

The smirk was wiped from her face as a small girl with short, curly hair hit her head with a rock. His killer fell to the ground and proceeded to have her face bashed in with said rock. Blood splattered the ground around them, but the smaller girl seemed unperturbed. She stood up and wiped the blood off her face, leaving red streaks on her hands and jacket. He saw her walk over to a curly haired boy before his eyes closed, and the pain slipped away.
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Tris sat next to Tobias behind the bush, wiping sweat off her brow. Their plan was simple: run behind a bush and survey the competition while they fought it out at the Cornucopia. Who was strong and muscular? Definitely Jace and Sam. Maybe even the girl with the stunningly green eyes. Who was clever and sharp? You could tell Annabeth was just by looking at her. Even the girl with the braid- Catnip or something. The boy with sea green eyes didn't fit into either of these categories. As Tobias always said, mental preparation is just as important as physical preparation.

She watched as a small girl with curly brown hair-Elle or something-approached two boys who had yet to move off their platform. They stood arguing about something or other, she couldn't hear, but she thought she heard tectonic plates mentioned girl crept up behind them and stabbed them each in the eye with a fork.

Tris couldn't help but see Peter wielding his trademark butterknife as blood spilled from the boys' eyes.

A boy with jet black hair tried to cut Elle with a longsword. But he just wasn't fast enough. Elle whipped around and shoved him to the ground. She grabbed the sword from his hand and slashed his neck with it, blood spraying her face. A brown haired boy, who had been running ahead and seemed rather wolfish, turned and howled. This seemed to scare Elle, who bolted towards her teammate, who Tris thought was named Dusty, hidden in the woods.

"Let's go," Tris muttered to Tobias. She couldn't stand much more of this carnage.

They ran off into the woods, hoping to find water. Above all, Tris was hoping she wouldn't have to kill an innocent.

*Bookworm* Not to be rude, but all credit for the ending sentence goes to me, by the way :) *Imp* Bookworm is right, that sentence is all their's. And it's damn good too! *Bookworm* Please please review, like, and follow! Don't be a silent reader! Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome! *Imp* No flames, they'll be used to keep the house warm! (whispering) I'm just happy I didn't put any OCs (shudder)