Kaylin Trent

14 years old

District 5

I arrived at the Axe-Throwing Station. I grabbed a cruel looking one. It had intricate swirls of purple with a sapphire gem buried in the middle of the blade.

I may be skinny and weak-looking, but you should never underestimate someone in the Hunger Games. Well maybe District Twelve. They always die in the Bloodbath. But not our District. Ever since Foxface made the finals, tributes from Five have gotten to the final ten or four.

I will not fail my District.

I let the axe fly. The tomahawk was buried in the flesh-colored dummy. A waterfall of fake blood sloshed onto the polished white marble floors.

"Your very good." a male voice says.

The voice belonged to my best friend, Niall Walsh.

I smiled. "Thanks."

"Let's have a contest. Spear-Throwing Station."

"I'm double-talented, you know? Not only axes. Spears too. You'll lose."

"Let's see then."


Niall Walsh

13 years old

District 5

I picked up a spear. It was the old fashioned ones. It had a wooden handle with a dull metal head. I liked these kind of spears for some unknown reason. I just find them very fascinating. I liked studying these weapons in Panem History.

I let it sail into the air. Then it found the giant red dot in the middle of the round target.

"Show off!" Kaylin chuckled.

She grabbed a spear and threw it at the round target. It was off the red dot by a couple of centimeters.

"It proves I'm better!" I smirked.

She has to stand up on her tippy-toes just to ruffle my hair playfully. She messed up the blonde spiky fringe which I really liked.

"Just one more!" she whined.

As I reached for a spear, our hands accidentally touched... She blushed.

"Uh... You can have it!"


Shea Pole

21 years old

District 3

Girls from Three are usually pale and skinny. But I am not one of them. I am one of a kind. My body bends and curves the right way. A beautiful way. I also have have glittering hazel eyes. No one can ignore my beauty.

I flaunt my curvy body towards the Careers. All of them were throwing knives.

"What do you want?" the girl from One snaps.

"Well, I want to join the Careers." I lied. Do you want to know why I'm lying? Well because there are hot guys. I want to fuck them all... Play around with them.

"Hell no! I bet your just a bitchy weakling!" Annabelle snaps.

I glare at her. Just to make her jealous, I wrap an arm around the boy from Two. I notice how his body shakes a bit.

"C'mon," I whisper, "Let me join..."

He gulps. Then he clears his throat.

"What can you do?" he asks.

The Careers follow me towards the Axe Station. I notice that the girl from Five was still here.

"Get outta here, bitch!" I shout. She gives me a death stare. The stare sends a chill down my spine. I was paralyzed. When I could finally move, the girl was gone.


Annabelle Jeanne Sinclair

21 years old

District 1

I twirl my black hair while watching the girl... She throws an axe gracefully. It tears into flesh dummy's chest. A beautiful tsunami of crimson falls onto the floor.

I find myself smiling. She's useful.

After a couple of throws, I say, "Stop! Your in."

She drops the axe lazily with a loud clank.

"Drake, who else can we get in?" I asked.

"I think the boy from Seven. He looks strong."

My eyes widened when I spotted him. He was handsome. He had tanned skin and light brown hair. Similar to bronze. I watch his muscles ripple when he lifts the giant medicine ball into the air.

He swings and the spiky black ball knocks down a set of five wooden dummies.

Before I knew it, I was already striding towards him. "Hey. Do you want to join the Careers? Your pretty fit."

He ponders at this thought. Then he shook his head.

"Thanks but no thanks. I have some allies already." he replies.

My blood began to boil. I was super upset. No one turns me down.

He's probably gay.


Nickel Dean

18 years old

District 3

Climbing is hard. Very hard. I shift my feet from left to right on each rocky ledge. My body begins to wobble a bit. I look down. I made a mistake. I shouldn't have. It seems very far down. If I fall, I could probably break a hand or a leg. I need to be in one piece if I could win the Games.

Shoot! My foot missed the ledge and I began free falling.

I fell on my back. The wind was knocked out of my lungs. I couldn't breathe but choke and sputter.

Then I heard it. The evil laughing. The cackling. The Careers.

I quickly stood up, wincing in pain. I can't show the Careers that I am in deep pain. I don't want to seem like a wuss in front of them.

While trying to hide my limp, I walked towards the Spear-Throwing Station. I had to show them something that I was pretty good at. The boy from Five was there along with his partner. I shuddered. I really don't like being with people here. Especially with girls...

Luckily, I had the power to ignore the girl. I slowly picked up a spear and aimed at my target. I was angry now. I threw the spear as hard as I could.

"Shit!" one of the Career girls screamed. I saw that the spear whizzed past their pretty little heads and it was jammed into the wall.

I couldn't help but laugh.


River Achrane

18 years old

District 10

I need to win. I needed to win so friggin' bad! There are barely any Victors in District Ten. The last Victor in our District won a decade ago. Now that I am here, I must train very hard. I will not die in the Bloodbath! In the past hour, I pretty much sucked with everything.

I tried figuring out which weapon I could learn. Not that many choices left though. Finally a weapon popped into my head. Archery!

I raced over to the Archery Station and picked up a slim golden bow. It felt very comfortable in my hands.

I remembered shooting this ole' thing back in my District. I shot a couple of turkeys and cows. Though I often missed.

I knocked the feathery arrow on my bowstring. Then I lifted my bow arm up, aiming for my target. With my three finger pull, I tugged the string back all the way to my chin.

I breathed in. I breathed out. I let go. The arrow had found it's home. In the wooden dummy's stomach.

"Now let's finish where I started." I told myself.


Lander Zye

14 years old

District 12

You can call me a bitch. You can call me crazy. You can call me violent and disturbed. All of those things about me are definitely true. I saw a small group of tributes surrounding the black instructor. Yup, you can call me racist. But I really don't care.

I silently walked towards the group of people. I began tuning in. After a few minutes, I realized what they were talking about. They were talking about how to shoot a gun. Guns... The name sounds very familiar to me. I like it. Those are machinery thingies that shoot bullets. Bullets that kill people. Blood. Blood. Blood. A delicious sight.

I imagined killing a person with a gun. The bullet sinking into the neck. The bullet disconnecting all of the bloody tubes through your neck. Then a tsunami of ruby cascading down your chest.

I loved my imagination. Red is a beautiful color.

My daydream ended when the tributes began moving to a certain room. It was even bigger than the training center. The walls were sticking with guns. Rifles. And shit. This looks like paradise. Heaven...

The instructor told us to wear some earmuffs to protect our hearing. Screw the muffs. They look uncomfortable.

As the bossy woman warbled and warbled, I sneaked away. There was one thing I learned from that woman. There was this black metallic tube that silences the loud banging or cracking sound.

I connected the tube on. Then I simply aimed and squeezed the trigger rapidly. After I was done shooting, I walked towards my target. There was a lot of holes. Most of them were on the side. But one lucky bullet found the middle.


Hi guys! I am really sorry that I updated so late! I don't really expect a lot of reviews thanks to my lateness. But I do blame Hurricane Sandy. There were a good things about it though. I HAD FIVE DAYS OF NO SCHOOL! Sadly, I will return to school on Tuesday. And trick or treating was postponed till November 5th.