Way Number three: A six man alliance

This one is to LCS.

To me she is the greatest writer on this site.

(Not that the rest is bad. I just like her stories the most.)

I have new plans with this story. They are at the bottom of this page.

Before I start:

(Isn't really important but maybe someone wants to know.)

Lady: D8F (I know its's not your name. But some people use Lady as a name)

Olliver: D8M (Lady's district partner)

Rose: D12F

Kyle: D12M

Cecilia: D5F

Jake: D9M


Lady Cordelia, 18,

District 8 Female of the 89th Hunger Games


I stood on my platform, looking around to find my five allies. Yes, we had a six man alliance:

Kyle, Rose, Jake, Olliver, Cecilia and me.

Kyle was the only one on the other half of the cornucopia. I made eye contact with him and signed him he had to run in a wide circle around the cornucopia to get to us as quick as possible. He nodded back to me. Everyone had already noticed the machete lying in the grass about a meter in front of them. The other tributes had probably already also noticed there were no other weapons.

The next thing I looked at was the arena. We were standing in a open circle surrounded by tall green grass. The grass was tall enough to touch my waist. There were also some trees scattered around. I heard the voice of Rose who was direct to my right. She told me she was going to run for a bag. I knew she would be able to get out because of her speed. Jake was also going to run for a bag while the others, including me, would wait at the edge of the circle.

When the countdown reached zero I leaped off my platform grabbing the machete and walking backwards. Olliver and Cecillia came running to me with their machetes in their hands. We looked at how Rose was already running back to us, carrying a big backpack. We looked for Jake's small posture and found him on the left of the cornucopia. Kneeling next to two bodies. I recognized Kyle and the district one female instantly. The thought of Kyle's early death made me sad. Jake quickly got up and ran over to us with a small bag in his left hand. You could see the tears in his green eyes even tho he was far away.

After an hour of running through the grass we found out there were more trees the further we went. We set up camp beneath the roof of leaves. We found a good amount of food in the bags that could make us last a couple days. When the evening fell we all started setting up the trap we had learned during training. Next we sat down in a row, with our arms resting on each other. We stayed silent when Kyle's face showed in the sky. Jake started crying again and I rested my head on Rose's shoulder.


Day 2

16 tributes remaining


We woke up from Olliver's loud movement, who woke up early and needed to go to the bathroom but just couldn't get up in silence. Today we were going to try to find a water source. But before leaving camp we checked our traps, we caught some tiny animals and a snake. Luckily the snake was dead.

We moved out after having a tiny breakfast. We were planning on going to the west. There were less trees over there so we had a higher chance to find a lake. After walking several hours we paused.

"How much careers do you think are guarding the cornucopia?" Olliver asked, suggesting going over there.

I thought it was a stupid idea to go to the cornucopua and fight with careers. Unfortunately the others agreed with Olliver. So before I knew we had already turned to the direction of the cornucopia.

"Well let's die then." I said with the words full of sarcasm to no one in particular. The walk to the cornucopia wasn't long but it was really scary. Someone could jump out of the grass with his machete and attack us. Or even worse, the careers who were hunting could find us. Luckily we reached the cornucopia without a scratch.

Rose peaked out of the bushes to look for guards. Suddenly she pulled back.

"I think there is only one guard, but he is looking the other way." She said. So we snuck onto the field. All with our machetes in our hand. The poor boy turned around when we were just a meter behind him. He looked around to see our five faces and the silver machetes. Not taking any risks we cicled him and without any chance of survival Jake killed him. The cannon sounded and I told the others we should hurry before he other careers came back. I ordered the rest to take all the water they could carry.

While returning to where we woke up that morning we heard another cannon. I looked at the others falling asleep next to each other. I was on first guard duty so I sat down leaning against the tree. I looked at the beautiful moon and the bright stars. Some hours later I woke Rose so she could take her turn to guard.


Day 3

14 tributes remaining

Rose Lockhart, 17, D12F POV


Certain death. I knew it, Haymitch knew it, everyone knew it. When my name was picked at the reaping I lost all the hope. The escort of district 12 had been picking bloodbath tributes for years. After Katniss no one from twelve won. So why would it change?

I woke up. On day three.

The Games were still bullshit. Picking kids to die. I was a good runner, that was the only reason I made it this far. The mornings in the arena had been chill. The air was cold and the wind blew hard through the grass. I climbed into a tree to look out over the arena. There was nothing extremely special to see, but aside from all the grass you could easily spot a tribute's camp. Far away at the bottom of a tree you could see the trampled grass and a girl next to her bag.

When the rest woke up I dropped out of the tree. Surprised Cecilia jumped backwards. I laughed and a big smile spread across my face. I asked the others about the plan for today.

"We could hunt for food." suggested Cecilia.

"We have enough food!" said Olliver, he was spitting the words out angrily.

We all knew hunting tributes was the only thing to do left but no one wanted to say it out loud. We stood there for a minute in an awkward silence, waiting for someone to offer himself and act like a villain so the others could act like angels. But then I got sick of these sissys: "Let's just go guys" Irritated I grabbed my machete, I loved the machete.

It was a good little twist.

We headed out, with my machete in my right hand and the heavy backpack on my back. We were on the hills in the east side of the arena when three careers jumped us, they let one of the four behind to guard. I saw the machete of the one male chopping into Olliver's body. Olliver fell to the ground, screaming in pain. The career bowed over him and I sprinted forward. My machete landed in his neck, he coughed up blood and fell to the ground. The two cannons sounded. I looked around, still flabbergasted by the sudden attack and Olliver's death. I looked around to find my allies. Cecilia was fighting with a girl and the other career was fighting with Lady and Jake. Cecilia was far away so I ran to help Jake and Lady. Despite that he was trained it would take more to kill three tributes. He landed his machete in Jake's leg but that was where his fight ended. I stuck my machete, with the blood of the other boy still on it, far into the boy's back. Lady finished him off. During our fight Cecilia died too.

My heartbeat was raising from adrenaline and fear. We ran away as soon as we killed the boy, who later appeared to be from district four. We all climbed into the same tree. We all sat on other branches looking at the stars in the dark sky, waiting to see the faces of Olliver and Cecilia.


Day 4

10 tributes remaining

Jake Beaverton, 16, D9M


My shirt was wet from sweat, tears and rain.

The wound in my waist wasn't getting better.

Olliver was dead.

If you would say the Games weren't easy I would agree:

Because the Games were like stepping on a piece of lego.

It sucked being hungry.

It sucked being scared.

But it sucked the most to see friends die, Olliver and Kyle were like brothers to me. We had fun in the training center for a week. But then the fun ended. We were put into the arena to fight to death.

"Today there will be a feast at sunset! For some people attendance will be necessary. You will know yourself if I'm talking about you." galmed through the arena.

I knew he was talking about me. The big gaping wound would get infected and I would die from the infection. Rose and Lady seemed to understand as well. They walked up to me and told me we had to go, to take a good spot where we could run from.

So we headed back to the cornucopia. But this time we took another path. A cannon sounded while walking quickly followed by another one. Eight tributes left. Zeven others between me and home. But the zeven included Lady, Rose, two careers and Lily, my twelve year old district partner.

When we arrived at the side of the field we looked for the careers. They were nowhere to be seen..

Rose asked: "Should we go out there? I mean I know they are hiding but we could take a place in the cornucopia and get out of the feast really fast."

I thought it was an ok plan and Lady agreed. So when the darkness fell we were sitting inside of the cornucopia. Waiting for a table to show up. We watched the beautiful sunset and when we heard the sound of machines raising the table we rushed out of the cornucopia.

We ran (I hopped) to the big bark table and grabbed our bags. We heard a connon and as we expected the two careers ran out of the grass. We had agreed to run away when they came. So I turned around to see the face of the district three male, who was the only strong outlier left. He was running towards me with his dark brown eyes looking angrily at me. Instinctively I took my machete and tried to stabbed the boy in his leg. He took a big swing with his weapon but I dodged it just in time by throwing my body to the ground. He tried to stab me over and over again but I kept dodging. During the dodging several cannons sounded. I had no time to look at who it was. But my attacker seemed distracted. I took the opportunity and tried to stab again. I hit his arm this time. Neglecting the pain he jumped on top of me, we fell to the ground hurting my back.

The machete chopped into my shoulder.

This was it.

The end of the adventure.

A cannon sounded. Was it mine?

A cold liquid dripped on my face.

Was this how being dead felt like?

I opened my eyes and saw Lady with a bloody machete in her hand. She saved my life! "t- thank you." I stuttered. We ran away from the cornucopia, I didn't ask about where Rose was. We hid in a tree.

I looked at Lady and saw the tears in her eyes. Her blond hair was messy and I saw blood on her face. Together we looked at the faces in the sky. With Lady I felt safe. If I died she had to win. First we saw the district 2 boy, then we saw the district 3 boy, then we saw my district partner, then the boy from 10 and the last face was Rose.


Day 5

4 tributes remaining

Lady Cordelia, 16, D8F POV


In the morning I told Jake about what happened yesterday while he was fighting the district three boy. So while Jake was curing his infection with the magic medicine we got from the feast I told the story. The story of Rose's death.

"The girl from nine was killed somewhere in the high grass by the district two girl. Rose and I were attacked by the other career. The career had two machetes. She threw the one in her right hand to Rose, hitting her in the stomach and with the other one in her left hand he tried to finish her. I tried to do something but she kicked me to the ground. She walked over to Rose. Kneeling next to her. Rose took her last energy to strike with her machete in the career's left hand. In pain she dropped the machete to the ground. But she quickly recovered and stabbed Rose. With the weapon still in Rose's body I got up and finished the weaponless and wounded career."

I looked at Jake who was trying to hide the pain and emotions.

"There was nothing I could do." I assured him sadly.

Jake dropped out of the tree and I followed. The morning wind was cold and the finale was coming. In the wet grass a few meters behind us was a crocodile. So we ran. We ran to the cornucopia again but this time it was probably for the last time. The crocodiles weren't fast so I could easily help Jake, who was still a bit wounded. In my head I counted the tributes who were left and came to a conclusion:

It was us, the career from four and the boy from seven.

When we entered the open field. The career and the boy were already fighting, the career clearly winning. We rushed in, weapons ready to strike. The career turned to us leaving the boy from seven siting with his back to the cornucopia. The boy had wounds everywhere on his body. When the career turned to us you could see the work that seven did. The girl had a big scratch from her shoulder to her stomach and a big wound in her leg. Blood streamed out of the wound like a waterfall. She tried to stab me and I did a few steps back. Jake landed a strike in her shoulder but she stabbed him back into his chest. I took the oppertunity and kicked her in the stomach. Her body folt and she collapsed to the ground. The look in her eyes was cold when I slit her throat holding my machete with shivering hands. Her cannon sounded. I slowly walked over to the boy from seven, who was still sitting lifeless with his back to the cornucopia. I finshed him too.

The thought of Jake and me being the last ones came to my mind. I looked over to him. He was lying on the ground like a toy when a kid was done playing. He crying stuttered:

"K-kill me before the gamemakers do it."

I kneeled next to him and whispered:

"It's over, things are going to be ok."

With tears in my eyes I helped him out of his missery

"Lady Cordelia you are the winner of the 89th Hunger Games!"


Lol. That took me a while to write.

It is a longer story than the others.

I hope you guys liked it.

my plans:

I will do one more author.

And I will change the name to "10 ways to win the Hunger Games! (Tanking authors)" Because every chapter I have qritten already contains a special way.