Jasper Hawthorne

13 years old

District 12

This was it. The day of the 100th Hunger Games. The time where blood will be shed. All of us tributes march over to a big white room. There were computers and other devices scattered all over the place.

The Head Gamemaker instructs all of us to lie down on these black marble tables.

As soon as my butt hits the table, I felt a chill go down my spine. Jesus, this table is cold.

A random Gamemaker comes up to me and pushes me down, hard. Ouch! I could probably sue this guy for hurting a tribute minutes before the Games. He lifts my shirt up and places some kind of wire over my heart. I think they were called electrodes? I'm not sure.

Then he applies two more electrodes on my forehead.

Some nurse approaches me, holding a needle. Inside the needle was a thick blue liquid.

"This is the Dream Serum. It will sedate you and it will bring you into the arena." she says softly.

She rubs alcohol on my neck and sticks the needle in one of my veins.

After one minute, everything blacks out. After another minute, I start to hear gunshots and rough voices shouting.

Drake Dragomir

20 years old

District 2

I was very impressed with this year's tribute outfit. I was wearing an Army Combat Uniform. It had baggy green pants which can hold bullets or small knives. The same thing goes for the belt but it could also hold explosives. It had light brown combat boots with a hidden throwing knife. I also had a bullet proof helmet.

I'm sexy and dangerous. Bang!

The sudden gunshot brought me back to 'reality'. I was in a World War II trench. Bullets began firing towards my column. I braced for the impact, preparing for my unfortunate death. But no bullets punctured my body. I reached forward, my hand touching an invisible wall. It couldn't penetrate any further. Oh.

It's a barrier.

Annabelle Jeanne Sinclair

21 years old

District 1

My foot brushed against a hidden knife in my combat boots. Perfect. I was lethal now. Now all I have to do is pick out my target. My eyes scanned all twenty-three tributes. I only had a few seconds to choose.

Out of panic, I have randomly chosen the boy from Eight. He was mine now, even though I didn't really want to kill him.

The gong sounded.

The invisible barrier disappeared. I quickly jumped off my pedestal, running towards the Cornucopia. I quickly grabbed the hidden knife from my boot and aimed for the District Eight boy.

But then I heard a feminine shout.

Shea Pole, the supposed Career, tackled me to the ground.

"I knew you were no good!" I sneered.

"Oh really? Then how come I wasn't kicked out of the Career-Pack in the first place?" Shea replied coldly.

She had a dagger. It had sharp edges. She dragged the blade across my throat. I tried screaming, but I could only emanate a croaking sound.

Now I was dead.

Kaylin Trent

14 years old

District 5

I was running for my life. Dodging bullets, flying daggers, and grenades along the way. I finally reached the Cornucopia. Instead of it's normal gold coloring, it was camouflaged. I grabbed a tomohawk which was lying on the ground. It had a nice black rubber grip. It felt comfortable in my hands. It made me feel safe.

The boy from Six had already reached the dull colored horn. Before he could get a pack of knives, I threw the axe blade into his chest.

He let out a gasp and he crumbled to the ground, dead.

I felt a twinge of guilt in the pit of my stomach. Sorry dude. I saw you in Training. You were a bit good with throwing knives.

My partner found me, carrying three poison-tipped spears.

"C'mon! Let's get outta here!" shouted Niall.

We grabbed two backpacks and fled the scene.

Lander Zye

14 years old

District 12

The first tribute I saw was Nickel Dean, the boy from Three. I got my knife ready and I pounced on top of him.

"Get off me, Psycho!" he yelled.

"Name calling is not nice!" I giggled. I lifted up his shirt revealing a well toned stomach.

"Let's play a game!" I said cheerfully. My knife danced over his stomach, the tip of the blade cutting his flesh. I began playing tic-tac-toe on him.

I carved three circles down three bloody squares. Then I cut the circles in half with a straight line.

"I won!" I shrieked. His tribute outfit was soaked with blood.

But I had under-estimated Nickel. With his lean muscled arms, he pushed me against the Cornucopia. Then he ran away with my backpack.

"Nickel! You don't want to play round two?" I called out. I crossed my arms and pouted.

Nathan Greene

15 years old

District 6

The girl from Five was already there. I bet I could kill her off with my amazing knife skills. A pack of knives were a few feet away from her. That was the perfect distance. I finally stood in front of it, my fingertips touching the smooth black leather.

But then I felt a huge pain in my chest. It hurts like hell. I stared dumbly at the axe blade, buried into my chest.

I gasped and I fell straight to the ground.

Everything was black.

Jennifer Clarkstine

16 years old

District 8

I had my spiked whip which I found on the muddy ground. Even though I usually don't enjoy killing, I liked the feel of it in my hands. The girl from Seven was in front of me. I think her name was Amber Jordan.

She was contemplating whether she would get an axe blade or a sword. Well she took too long. Now was my chance to kill her.

I shoved Amber against a stack of crates. She fell onto the ground, covered in mud. She tried grasping for a weapon but I sat on top of her.

"Off with your head, bitch!" I snapped.

I grabbed a muddy machete and sliced off her head. The bloody stump sprayed me with a thin line of crimson.

Amber Jordan

16 years old

District 7

I arrived in front of my two favorite weapons. I could only take one because they were both very heavy. It would just drag me down. It seemed stupid though. Maybe I should try using the sword...

A sudden force threw me against a stack of crates. I lost the grip of my sword. It is somewhere in the mud.

The girl from Eight appears on top of me. Her weight made my arms become weak. Well she isn't fat though. Just powerful and slim.

"Off with your head, bitch!"

My eyes widened as she sliced off my head with a machete. My head rolls onto the dirty ground, staring into the gray colored sky.

Matthew Reddwillow

13 years old

District 8

I was crying right now. I saw Jennifer kill off the girl from Seven in the most gruesome way ever.

I clutched my sword even tighter. No one was coming for me. Yet...

Boom! A small grenade detonated near me. I was thrown to the ground. I wasn't injured that much. Just a long scrape on my forearm. Too bad it was my sword arm. Through the smoke, I was able to make out a muscly figure. The Career boy from One. He smiled evilly.

The next think I knew, a throwing knife drilled into my throat. It was the boy from Two.

Whytt Honeyman

17 years old

District 10

I was hidden behind the Cornucopia, clutching a gun. It was some kind of revolver. I've seen this type of gun in television shows. I took aim for the District Two boy. His skull was the perfect place.

But then a dark brownish green figure pushed me to the ground. I stared at my assailant's face. Well there was no face. He was wearing some kind of gas mask. Like the Nazis from five centuries ago.

I gasped as he raised some kind of machine gun over my head.

I was too shocked to do anything.

The Nazi pulled the trigger and I felt dozens of bullets tear through my skull.

Regan Azael

17 years old

District 4

The Bloodbath was now officially over. I stared at the dead bodies laying on the ground. I didn't kill anyone yet... Which is good. Hopefully I wouldn't get into that situation. I can't kill a person at all. Perhaps I'm the only Career with a heart.

I grabbed two extra backpacks and slung it over my back.

"Come on guys. Let's grab all of the supplies." I say.

Esme gasped as she saw Annabelle's curvy figure laying on the ground, dead.

Drake saw it as well.

"Who the hell killed her?!"

In the blink of an eye, the body disappeared. Even the rest were gone. The Gamemakers must have taken them away.

But then I heard a small chuckle. I turned around to find Shea Pole with grinning at me.

Piper Blue

24 years old

The Capitol

Five out of twenty-four heart monitors stopped working. I squinted at the glowing screens and realized that the lines were no longer bumpy. They were straight. The Capitol doctors covered up five bodies that were no longer breathing.

I looked at the giant blue screen which revealed who died in their dreams.

Placed 24th- District 1 Female, Annabelle Jeanne Sinclair
Lifespan- 5:59 seconds

Placed 23rd- District 6 Male, Nathan Greene
Lifespan- 6:30 seconds

Placed 22nd- District 7 Female, Amber Jordan
Lifespan- 8:23 seconds

Placed 21st- District 8 Male, Matthew Reddwillow
Lifespan- 9:12 seconds

Placed 20th- District 10 Male, Whytt Honeyman
Lifespan- 11:03 seconds