Hey everyone! Thanks to all that are reading so far! Now, with a little over 7 hours left of this year, I present you with the bloodbath chapter: D However, there is a fair bit of GORE here, so you have been warned. But please, enjoy and review! I would really like to hear your thoughts on my work so far. Thank you to Sarpando, Fallingdown98, TheRoyalHippogriff, Miss. Innocent Liar, Guest, Tabitha Black, Ana Braginski Serbia for reviewing so far. Keep the reviews going

The gates of Hell sprang open as twenty three Hetalian tributes sprinted toward the Cornucopia, feverishly grabbing supplies as they went, desperate to get every last bit while they still could. India lunged for a long, bronze knife with a wooden handle that Nikolai had been eying earlier, before he was blown to bits. Gritting his teeth, the large nation smacked the dead man's heart away and seized the cold wooden handle, happy to have a weapon.

"No!" He turned around to see Isabel, who'd also had her eye on the knife, sprinting toward him with an enraged look on her face. She reached her hand out as India backed up, but before the Spanish women could even reach him, blood erupted from her head. India looked back as he ran to see Daisy Vargas standing above her, a sharp cleaver in her hand and a malicious look in her eyes, "Get away now, AHHHHHHH NO!" Isabel screamed as the cleaver cut into her neck, effectively stopping her loud screaming. More blood flowed out of her as the sobbing Spanish women settled down into the warm, white sand.

To die.

"Well, glad I escaped that…" India muttered to himself as he sprinted to the land bridge. He wasn't a very strong swimmer, and the seemingly tropical water could be laced with all sorts of foul creatures, so he had to risk taking the bridge to shore, although he suspected it could become crowded with a throng of escaping tributes. His legs burned with a ferocious fire, he was almost there…

"Going somewhere?" Louise slid in front of the entrance to the bridge, holding an already bloodied dagger in one hand and a heavy, double bladed axe in the other. India gasped as he saw the mangled, cut up body of Mexico at her feet. Hides of tanned skin lay around her, and her head had been chopped straight in half, revealing white bits of skull bone…

Feeling sick India backed off, holding his knife in front of him, his brown eyes wide with fear. He held his knife in front of him and pointed it at Louise as she lunged forward, swinging her silver dagger upwards. The two weapons clashed as the German nation grinned, before slamming her iron axe straight into India's side, carving through his skin and bones as if they were mere pieces of softened cheese.

"Gahrrrr!" He gurgled, the buildup of blood in his mouth preventing him from screaming aloud. His face was streaked with tears as he back up; then stumbled, falling onto the sand. India raised his knife again before Louise kicked his only weapon of defense out of his hand, then stuck her dagger directly through his neck, as stabbing cold pain burst through his body before his eyes gently rolled upwards.

India felt no more.

Sakura withdrew her sharp steel katana as she slid in front of the entrance to the second land bridge, Louise guarding the other one at the opposite end of the island. In front of her, various tributes scoured the Cornucopia, looking for weapons and supplies, while others fled the island, either trying, yet failing, to get past Louise or braving swimming across the clear waters. Daisy and Gillian guarded the Cornucopia massive opening, both heavily armed with spears and knives. Sakura grinned as she saw Korea attempting to sprint in and grab a sword, but Gillian's spear reached him first. He screamed and crumpled down to the sand, as Daisy took over, hacking his neck open with her cleaver. The Asian man screeched in pain as blood poured out of his neck and chest, and then twitched, his incessant writhing ceasing forever.

"That's good," Sakura said to herself, watching Korea settle down to his death. "He was starting to get rather annoying…" She snapped out of her thoughts as a tribute came scurrying toward her, wielding a heavy steel pan like one would cook meat in. Sakura Honda narrowed her black eyes and raised her Katana. It was Chun Wang, China's female counterpart.

"Out of the way, aru!" The Chinese tribute yelled, angrily wielding her frying pan.

"I do not think so," Sakura countered, taking a battle stance. With a bellow, Chun swumg her pan down at the Japanese tribute, who scowled and side stepped, avoiding the blow, yet also opening up the way for Chun to sprint onto the land bridge, determined to get to safer ground.

Well, that wouldn't be happening if Sakura had anything to say about it. She flared her nostrils, and bent down into a running stance, tearing after the Chinese female. Grass crunched under her boots, and mud spraying in all directions. As she jumped forward, the mud making her slide forth even more, Sakura propelled herself into the air, reaching out and seizing a fistful of Chun's hair. She rooted her feet and the ground and pulled the screaming Chinese backwards, kicking her backside and feeling the spine curve inwards. Nerves prickled under her pale skin. This was what the kill was all about.

Chun grunted, blood sputtering out of her mouth. "Leave me alone, please, aru!" Sakura raised her fist again smashed it down on Chun's gaping mouth. More blood poured out of her mouth, as she began to scramble up, holding her pan. With an angry look on her face she swung it forward, the heavy steel managing to make a hard impact with Sakura's cheek and nose as she swung aside.

"AHHH! That hurt, uh!" The Japanese growled as she heard a loud and sickening cracking sound on her nose. Hot and thick blood stained her porcelain skin red. "You are going to be dying very painfully now…" She raised her katana again, the stainless steel flashing brightly in the shining sun. Sakura flashed a grin. The rising sun was the symbol of the Japanese Empire. She'd destroyed China once before, and she was going to make it happen again.

Before Chun could try raising her pan again, Sakura moved like a cheetah, slashing her Katana directly through her right arm, as the limb plopped down into the mud, effectively nullifying the potential danger the frying pan could pose. The Chinese tribute let out a metallic scream of pain, her face flushed pure red. Sakura's heart beat faster, and the hairs on her neck rose, relishing the beautiful kill.

Whoosh. Her katana sliced through Chun once more, this time cutting her right leg in half. Bits of white bone and squishy muscle plopped out as Chun began sobbing. "STOP IT! NO, NO, NO, AHHHHHHHHH!" Sakura smiled, her eyes flashing. She plunged her Katana straight down into Chun Wang's stomach, slicing the weak skin lining open and opening the way into her intestinal track. The sickly colored grey organs pulsed inside her stomach, no doubt digesting a meal of cooked rice and vegetables.

"Hello there," Sakura giggled as she bent down, her fingers wiggling in the anticipation of ripping the organs. With another look at Chun's sobbing, bloody face, she plunged her hands into the Chinese stomach, feeling the intestines warm throb against her skin and relishing the feel of bloody death. Tugging, Sakura heard a loud tear as Chun screeched yet again, yet this time slightly weaker, her strength running dry. She cast the intestines aside onto the mud and jumped on top of Chun, ripping her katana through the air and down through her neck.

Chun's head sliced clean off her body.

The cold grate of steely death cut through Hong Kong's side. Gurgling his own blood, he cascaded down onto the sand, waves lapping up against his body. The salt water strung rather sharply in his multiple lacerations, but he hardly felt pain anymore. After Korea was hacked to death, he had tried to run for safety and at least save himself, but Louise had caught him before that could ever happen. He'd been planning to make an alliance with Korea and Vietnam, but that plan had been foiled. At least Vietnam was a strong swimmer and was able to escape Louise.

"Win it…for us…Vietnam," He rasped as he saw the blurry outline of her swimming through the waters and toward the opposite shore. His eyes snapped shut as Louise approached him, swinging her axe upwards before cutting it through his heart.

"I told you guys there wasn't anything to worry about," Allison sighed as the trio of north Americans bobbed through the waves to the flower laden shore.

"The others couldn't even see us…" Canada stammered, hardly believing their luck. "I swear, that German girl stared right at us and kept on walking…"

"We actually do make a pretty good team," Allison grinned, the warm water soothing the battle wounds she'd received righting her way through Gillian and Daisy to get a supply pack, which was, luckily, waterproofed. "And I'm the hero!" She paused and turned toward the two Canadians. "Hey, did you guys manage to scavenge any weapons?"

"A few knives and a small crossbow," Marguerite answered, patting the weapons concealed in her boots. "So it leaves a knife for each of us to take and a crossbow to use collectively."

Allison nodded as the three washed up on shore, the mellifluous scent of roses tickling their noses. "Good thinking. But for now…where should we go?"

"Bend down on the ground, NOW!" Louise roared as a sobbing Francois Bonnefey dropped onto her knees on the sand, arching her back forward and facing the water.

"Please…you will let me live? I am much too pretty and sexy to be killed…especially by you!" She begged, her formally neat blond hair hanging in messy slumps around her scratched up face. "I want to live…"

"We'll see about that," Louise grunted in response, twirling her dagger around. "But seriously, how did you end up on this island anyway? Every other tribute that wasn't stupid enough to challenge us either swam away or managed to get away via the bridge. Typical French people…they're almost worse than Italians…"

"I was too pretty to go swimming, and I wasn't going to go in the way of all those disgusting corpses," The French girl explained, wrinkling her nose, "Just gross…"

Louise slowly raised her axe, its dual steel blades flashing in the sunlight. "Is that so?"

"Yes, I just can't stand the scent of all that blood, like what you did to poor Mexico and India…" Francois responded. "You're quite a filthy specimen yourself, you know that?"

"Oh…I suppose I do," Louise grinned, her axe directly above Francois' skull, ready to back her worthless brain to bits. "You know, I was about to cut open your precious little brothers, Spain and Romano, but Spain's quite a strong swimmer, and nobody can catch up to an Italian in panic…though it wasn't enough to save little Italy last year."

"You…you monster," Francois shook. "Germans never cease to disgust me…"

Louise's axe flashed in the sun. "There is, however, one thing you should know." It swung down.

"I was never going to let you live."

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