Sorry Everyone for not updating recently, I was gone away on vacation this past week. I was going to tell you in the last update but my lazy mind led me a stray and I had to pack for our vacation. Now I'm back and I'm ready to go, with some fresh new ideas and a large amount of updates.

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The 7th Annual Hunger Games

Name: Mikki Courtad

District: 8

Age: 16

"The Bigger They Are The Harder They Fall"


The sound of a knife grinding on wood makes me come to my senses that "yes, someone is following me." I quickly duck behind a large old tree, tall and dead with rotting bark and branches, like most of the other trees in this arena. I'm surprised that anything can lie in this kind of environment. Grey-brown marsh and mud cover the majority of the ground, with the odd rock or chunk of land that peeks out.

There is hardly any vegetation here, you see the odd tree alive standing tall, while most are dead, rotting or just fossilized to the ground, preserved by the cold murk. The only thing that seems to be thriving in this place is the moss that clings to the rocks and trees, and different species of toadstools that take residence on the fallen trees.

I haven't seen any source of food in days, and I wouldn't dare to eat the mushrooms for they are most likely poisonous of some proportion. I know I need to find food soon, if not I may starve to death, but something else worries me more. Water. There is no kind of fresh, pure water anywhere, just the grey mud, and I will not consume it no matter what I do. It is most likely like the mushrooms full of toxins and bacteria that I do not wish to take it my body.

The sound of the knife against wood stops and footsteps are the new sound that breaks free into my eardrums. Obviously this person isn't smart enough to know that anyone can hear their feet trotting on the ground, which is not a good way to sneak up on someone. Especially someone like me who can't rely on her strength. Because I am so small, I have to rely on my mind and my senses to help me survive.

That's how I managed to escape from the girl from 4 in the bloodbath, I heard her coming from behind and I turned around at the last second and slashed her across the chest with my machete, giving me my first kill of the games. My ears also aided me with my fight from the boy who belonged to District 7. I heard his knife coming for me and I ducked just in time as it sailed over my head. I swung at him and impaled him in the stomach with my machete, giving me another kill.

Now I know that I am going to need my senses to win this battle. For all I know the other tribute could be a ruthless career straying from its pack of bloodthirsty demons. Or for all I know it could be a helpless tribute from a lower District then mine.

I steady myself behind my tree, gripping my machete as tight as I can, tighter that I have ever done in my life. Now this could be the time that I kill a huge threat, or this could be the time that I seal my fate in the arena. Which if that is the case, I can't say I didn't go down without some kind of fight.

I take a long deep breath and lean backwards against the tree. In my head I count down from 10. 9, 8, 7... For when I get to one I attack. 6, 5, 4... I shut my eyes for a moment and focus myself on my life and how I need to stay alive for my family. 3, 2, 1.

I jump from behind the tree as fast as my legs can take me, swinging my machete around, cutting through the air just in front of the startled girl from 12. She ducks and pulls a knife from her belt.

I wind back and swing at her, with such a force, splitting through the air. But with my dismay she ducks and my machete lodges into the tree beside me, I try desperatley to pull it out, using all my strength up into my small arms until I feel her grab me by the waist and throws me to the ground. My back soaks in mud, wetting my coat and my air, blinding my eyes as the girl pins me down, I manage to hit her knife away just before she gets me down.

I wriggle around, kicking and thrashing in the mud trying to get out of her strong grip. But she has me to tightly stuck to the ground and I feel myself slowly sinking into the muded ground. I know I have to think fast, or she will take my life ands everything from me. What could I do? How could I do this?

I feel the mud starting to go over my face. Taking my hair, my two ponytails intertwined with ribbon under it's surface. It crawls up my arms and around my chest. Slowly I sink and I can feel it between the girl's hand and my wrist. Something occurs to me and I slip my hand from her grip. I never thought that the mud would save me, but it did.

I form my hand into a fist and then swing my arm and her face. My knuckles colliding with her nose. She lets out a scream but doesn't let go, pressing her knee into my thigh. I press my hand against her face and push up as hard as I can, trying to get her of off me as hard as I can. She lets out some kind of a moan, like mine but less determined. She manages to slide my hand down closer to her chin, my fingers covering her mouth, still pushing hard against her pale face. She opens her mouth and bites down hard on my middle finger, drawing my cherry coloured blood, dripping down my finger.

I let out a scream of pain, as she bites down, cutting through my skin, and nearing my bone. I squirm and wriggle even more as the mud covers my mouth. Her knee slips from my thigh and I kick her in the leg, right in her own thigh. She lets go of my finger and I form my hand back into a fist. I punch her in her throat and she falls back off me. I stick in the mud, trying desperately to get a hold on something that can pull me from the ground. I manage to grab a the tree and pull myself free from the mud. The hole of where my body once laid still there. I stand to my feet and grab my machete, will all my force still trying to pull it from the tree, it slips out and I turn right around as the girl from 12 raises her knife. With one flick of my wrist I swing my machete and it slices cleanly across her stomach. She stands there a moment, frozen, her mouth dropped open in shock and pain. A lone tear falls from her eye before she falls to the ground. Her canon sounds off, adding another to my lot of kills.

I look over her soft face and I notice how young she was. Even though she was bigger than me I can still tell that she was younger, just by how soft her cheeks look and how the clouds reflect in empty crystal blue eyes. I feel a tear fall from my face when I realise something that I should have noticed before. I am a monster.


The 8th Hunger Games lasted a total of 9 days. The bloodbath lasted a total of 5 minutes with only 7 kills taking place, the least amount of deaths in a bloodbath.

By day 3 after Mikki managed to kill the girl from 8 only 13 remained. Most deaths were at the hands of others, but a few were killed by lack of food and water. By day 6 the numbers were dwindled down to only 7 people. The first to be killed was the girl from 6 who was killed my the victor of The 7th Hunger Games, Mikki Courtad. The boy from 4 was killed by the boy from 12 and in immediate retaliation he was killed by the boy from 2. By day 8 only 4 remained and the two remaining careers had split apart, both fighting in a gory battle against each other until the boy from 2 managed to kill off his formal ally the boy from District 1. The same day Mikki killed off the girl from 8 with her bare hands losing her machete in the midst of the fight with the girl from 6. Leaving only her and the boy from District 2. It was a long drawn out battle, the boy from 2 having a much stronger upper hand, having the only weapon available at the moment and being almost twice the size of Mikki. Eventually when the boy from 2 had Mikki pinned against the tree, choking her with his large hands. Mikki managed to be sneaky enough and pull his sword from his belt and jabbing him straight through his stomach, giving her a total kill count of 6, the most in her games and the victory.