AN; No more organized POVs, it got too BORING. Now, everything is random, just the way I like it. If you don't like it, oh well. Make your own damn Hunger Games story.

Bubbles P.O.V.

The stands were rising at an alarming pace.

It couldn't already be time for the fighting, it just couldn't be. I wasn't ready.

The timer started started and my heart beat increased immensely. It was all happening too fast.

My breathing was coming out in short pants as the announcer said ten. I was going to die.

I looked at all the other faces briefly, stopping on Boomer's. He looked just as panicked as me, but when he caught my eye he managed to offer me a slightly reassuring smile.

I tried to return it but I don't think the twisted form my lips took on could be classified as anything close to a smile.

This was it.

3...

2...

1...

I stepped off the pad as everyone else took off in a run. Was I supposed to run too? Run where? And to who? Could I even trust Boomer anymore? Maybe he'd kill me then second I walked up to him.

I shook off that thought and started to jog towards the giant pile most of the tributes seemed to be going for. And then I froze.

Blood. Death. The sickening sound of metal cutting into flesh. The screams of children who would never take another breath. The sick laughs of delight from the murderers. I couldn't believe my eyes.

I had never actually watched the games before. My mother and I would always spend the few weeks the game took place in the garden. We prayed for the kids who lost their lives and for the souls of the ones who took them.

I had never imagined that it would be this bad.

The boy from one was holding that Billy kid up by his hair as he repeatedly stuck a blade into his stomach.

The two psychos, Mandy and Gaz, had teamed up and were now dismembering the poor red head girl from nine with their bare hands.

The girl from five had an ugly axe wound on the back of her skull and the boy from her district had said weapon in hand and was laughing hysterically. He didn't even notice that Bandit guy sneak up behind him and slip a knife in his back.

Brute had brandished a shot gun that she proceded to fire at Dib and the boy from nine. And I wasn't doing anything. I couldn't. I couldn't even move.

The girl from three saw me standing there and picked up a bow and arrow, aiming at me. I was going to be killed.

And then I was tackled.

Butch's P.O.V.

I was heading towards the bloodbath Cornucopia had become and had succesfully grabbed a few bags without much trouble when I saw something out of the corner of my eye.

That dumb Bubbles girl was standing by her pedestal, frozen, as tears ran down her horror struck face.

God dammit.

I charged at her, cursing the soft side of me that had no place coming out at a time like this.

I noticed that Brat bimbo aiming an arrow at her and I made a mental note to wrip out the bitch's entrails later.

I reached the blonde just in time to pin her to the ground and only get grazed by the arrow. But fuck if it didn't hurt.

"Son of a bitch!" I hissed, clapping a hand over my injured shoulder.

"What?" She breathed, sounding like she was in a different world.

"Shut up," I snapped, "And get up before you get us both killed!"

"Well, it's a little hard to do that." She choked out, "Considering your crushing my lungs."

"Sorry." I mumbled, rolling off of her and hopping to my feet.

And then she laid there. And laid there. And laid there.

"Get the hell up already!" I ordered.

She bit her lip, "Um, I, well, I can't, uh, really move, er, my legs, that is."

I sighed, "You're such a wimp."

I threw her over my shoulder and ran into the forest, trying to ignore the suspicion of someone following close behind me.

Buttercup's P.O.V.

"Fuck." I growled, kicking that Bandit freak away from me as I tried to reach for the Machete.

"Shit." I snarled, elbowing the annoying bitch DeeDee away when she tried to wrap her hands around my neck.

"Ass." I spat, punching Brick in the face as he attempted to shank me.

"Dammit!" I yelped, narrowly avoiding a grisly death from a fucking chainsaw that Mandy was wielding.

The attacks suddenly stopped as a single shot was fired into the air behind me.

"Look what I've got." A chipper voice taunted dangling a fucking ray gun by his fingertips.

Boomer, from ten. Well, this was a surprise, to say the least.

"The fuck are you doing?" I demanded, glaring at him.

He grinned at me, "Not much, you?"

He was trying to be cute. How... irritating.

He didn't give me much time to answer, "Now, how would you psychopaths like to get your hands on this, huh? Looks pretty powerful."

"Hand it over, dumb ass." Mandy droned, revving up her chainsaw threateningly.

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, "Well, since you put jt so nicely... nope. Come in get it, ya damn insane asylum escapees!"

He then took off running, all of my previous openents running after him. Did that idiot just... help me? That made no sense whatsoever.

Wait a minute, what was that Butch was holding over by the woods? Oh, I get it. Butch saved Piggy so Boomer was returning the favor. If the dumb blonde lived through his little suicide mission, we'd have to team up.

But, for now, I'd stick with Butch and Piggy. Butch was a familiar face that I trusted enough not to kill me for no reason and Pig Girl seemed harmless enough.

I started jogging in their direction as stealthily as possible so none of the other tributes would follow me.

Boomer's P.O.V.

I didn't exactly regret my decision to help out the girl from Butch's district, but... I do believe I could of handled the situation a little better.

"Stop running you fucking pussy!" DeeDee sang and then giggled creepily.

"Gah, your like something straight out of a bad horror movie!" I called back, still running at a steady pace.

"Give it up! You can't run forever!" Brick yelled.

"No," I said, "But I can run longer than you murder-happy freaks!"

Which was a lie. I was already almost out of breath.

Well, maybe if you stopped with the comebacks. Not a chance, I'd never be that tired.

And then I chuckled at my own stupidity. I was holding a sci-fi movie issue laser gun and I was running from people with blunt objects, knives, and a chainsaw. And, while the chainsaw bit is awesome as hell, gun wins in long distance wars.

I stopped and whipped around, trying to look menacing (and probably failing miserably) as I pointed the barrel at them.

"Freeze!" I barked out, immitating what I thought a Peace Maker would sound like, "Drop your weapons!"

After a moments hesitation, they complied and I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a little smug about it.

"Yeah, bow down bitches! Listen to the man with the gun and I may consider letting you leave with your lives." I sneered.

Maybe I was letting the power get to my head. Just a little bit.

"Kick your weapons over!" I commanded.

They did and I hefted the chainsaw up with one hand, still pointing the gun at my hostages. I wanted the chainsaw, and I wanted it badly.

And it was mine. Mwah ha ha ha ha ha!

I grinned cheekily, "I do believe there was some before mentioned bowing that should be taking place, yes?"

I got the evil eye by all of them and I raised an eyebrow before waving the gun around pointedly.

"Bastard." Brick hissed, dropping to his knees in sync with the others.

I laughed as they bowed their heads, "Man, this is awesome- I mean, now turn around."

"Kiss my ass." Mandy monotoned.

I fired the gun, a red beam just barely missing her head, I think it might of singed a few of those blonde hairs.

"You think I'm kidding around?" I shouted, knowing that I totally was.

They turned around, still on their knees and I hoisted upMY chainsaw and ray gun and ran as fast and as quietly as I could towards the direction I had seen Butch carry Bubbles to.

AN; Soooo, it's not exactly random. Each chapter is going to have the POVs from the allies of each team that forms. The first team; Butch, Buttercup, Bubbles, and Boomer. Review if you want to see the team that forms next chapter!