The Bloodbath

Warning: The Following Chapter is Quite Violent and Graphic as it is the Bloodbath!

60 seconds. That is all the children have until the bell will ring. The cameras were set, and the gamemakers were busy making the final adjustments to the arena. 37 seconds to go. Each of the tributes was studying the arena quite intensely, trying to determine their best possible strategy. 24 seconds. The final touches were in place, and the tributes were all now staring at the cornucopia in the center of the arena. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1. The buzzer rang, and all the tributes rushed towards the cornucopia in the center. Avox and Veer were the first two at the cornucopia, but Veer didn't last three seconds. Avox picked up a knife and threw it with enough force to kill Veer. He was dead in only a matter of seconds, the first kill of the Games.

Quest continued to pick up equipment as more tributes arrived. The careers ganged together, and packs could be seen forming as the mad rush for weapons continued. Matilda attempted to grab a sword, but Quest grabbed her neck and twisted it to one side. A loud crack rang as Matilda's neck broke, and Quest picked up the sword. She swung around as Trip ran towards her with a spear, but easily deflected the blow. The sword swung upwards and the blood rushed down the front of Trip's shirt, staining the grass, as the life left his body. Three dead.

Arachne weaved throughout the other tributes and picked up a bow. She aimed it carefully at Yan who was attempting to join with the careers. The arrow was released and struck him straight in the back of his skull. Blood poured from the wound and he convulsed for a few seconds until his body went limp. Four down, twenty to go.

Scarlett grabbed a nearby pack and began to run hurriedly away from the other tributes, her little legs trying to gain her as much distance as possible. Reptilia sneered and picked up an axe. This girl is mine, she thought, and Reptilia released the axe with as much force as she could muster. It impaled Scarlett in the back, and blood seeped from the wound. Little Scarlett was dead in a matter of seconds.

Hart ran around the cornucopia hastily gathering weapons until he felt a sharp pain in the back of his leg. He turned quickly and saw Pavlov running in the opposite direction, a pack of knives in his hand. Hart growled and tore the knife out of his leg. Warm, sticky, blood trickled into his boots, and he took off after Pavlov. Pavlov sprinted faster towards the sylvan area of the arena, but he never made it there. Hart caught up and knocked Pavlov to the ground. "You think you can harm me, District 5?" he growled and grabbed a short sword from the weapons he had slung over his back. Hart swung down and cut off Pavlov's hand and Pavlov screamed in agony. "You think that hurt?" Hart sneered, and he proceeded to cut off Pavlov's other hand. Blood gushed out of Pavlov as his face went white and his cries rung out. "Now maybe you won't be so ready to throw knives at people." Instead of killing Pavlov, however, Hart left him to bleed on the ground. Pavlov's face became a grey color as he started to die. His facial features twisted into a grotesque look of pain. A few minutes later, he was dead.

"I saw what you did!" yelled Dale as he ran after Quest. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said, "I did kill your little friend, though I must say, it was a lot of fun!" Dale yelled in fury as he charged after Quest, a sword in his hand. Quest danced around Dale easily, almost mocking him with her superior fighting skills. "I'm going to kill you!" he yelled at Quest who just laughed manically at Dale. "Sorry, honey," Quest said, "But I'm afraid that won't be happening." Dale slashed through the air with his sword, but Quest deflected it with her sword and twisted it out of Dale's hand. Dale rolled on the ground and picked it up, but Quest stood with her sword pointed at his throat. "I'll be seeing you," Quest said and thrust downward, stabbing Dale's throat. A blood flow formed at Dale's mouth as froth mixed with the red liquid, and he struggled to live. His body started to convulse in pain with Quest aiding in the torment by slicing little nicks over his body. "I have a joke for you," Quest whispered into his ear as she cut into his flesh, "What's red and black and blue all over? You are!" Quest giggled as she kicked him in the ribcage. A strangled, gurgling cry, came from Dale before the last of his fight left him. Quest pushed her red hair out of her eyes and went to join the others.

Joy and Narn were running together towards the woods. Joy had a bright orange backpack, and Narn had a spear and two knives. They heard a pursuer and Joy turned to see Amber following them. "Hello, cousins," she said in an amiable ton, "How is life treating you?" "Quite well, thank you," yelled Narn as he and Joy picked up the pace. "Sorry to hear that," said Amber and she swung her axe at Joy. "No!" yelled Narn as Joy collapsed to the ground. He turned and saw Amber grinning with sadistic pleasure at Joy sprawled out on the ground: dead. "You bitch!" he yelled and threw a knife at Amber which she dogged and picked up on the ground. "Don't cha know?" she said, "Little boys shouldn't be playing with knives." Narn threw the other knife at Amber and smiled as it cut into her shoulder. "Ouch!" she yelled as she glanced at the wound and then ran at Narn. He held his spear ready but lost it quickly as Amber twisted it from his hands. She impaled him in the stomach and he fell quickly. "Mmm, tasty," said Amber as she removed the spear and licked off the blood from the head of the spear. Then she walked back towards the others waiting near the cornucopia.

Wit was excited. The Hunger Games were here and he was ready to kill some tributes! He glanced around and smirked when he decided on his first victim: Misty Wilde, District Four. He picked up an axe and pursued her as she ran away from the macabre scene at the bloodbath. "Hey Wilde," yelled Wit as he chased her. Her small figure turned and saw the mad look in Wit's eyes and a look of terror crossed her face as she saw the huge axe he was swinging. She started to run faster, adrenaline rushing throughout her body. Her body was gasping for air as Wit chased her, but she forced her body to keep running. Then she tripped and Wit was right over her. "Please don't kill me," she cried, "Please!" "Ah, sweetheart," said Wit, "I won't kill you," and he reached out his hand to help Misty up. She gingerly took it and stood until Wit thrust her back onto the ground. "No, cutie," he said, "I'm going to slaughter you!" Misty screamed as the axe came downward and tore into her flesh. Again and again, Wit swung as blood sputtered from the tiny, screaming, child, and he laughed at her pain. When he finally stopped, all that was left was a small pile of flesh and bones, seeping with blood; it was almost incomprehensible to believe that the pile was once a human. Ten tributes were dead, the bloodbath was over, but the Games have hardly begun.

Okay, so the bloodbath is over and I actually spared one tribute, based on reviews. This tribute was going to die during the bloodbath, but since she was sponsored I allowed her to live. Anyway, you can still sponsor tributes. So let me know in the comments section who you want to live as the Games continue! You can also leave regular reviews. Here is who is left:

Avox Wolfe

Reptilia Clarke

Amber Vile

Cray Moon

Quest Upperton

Hart Pertain

Arachne Webbe

Pine Synder

Shea Love

Knox Spyglass

Legend O'Carroll

Atalin Greenwood

Wit Fang

Mars Destiny