A/N: WHOOO the actual Games!

A/N2: lol I heard that song from Top Gun on the radio today and I thought, "oooh, title for my next fanfic chapter!" then my friend lookd at me funny, but that's OK! :)

A/N3: Okay, okay, I was bored, so I played to song "Danger Zone" and "Blow Me Away" (that latter is by Breaking Benjamin) while typing this over and over...they BOTH kinda fit the chapter, lol!


Danger Zone


Recap: "Welcome to the 72nd annual Hunger Games." the voice of Claudius Templesmith announces. "BEGIN!" his voice shouts, along with a horn.

Ever...

For once, I don't pay attention to the other tributes, not even my allies. I run straight for the mess of weapons. There are two bow-and-arrow sets. Crap. Zayna, Asia and I all specialize in that. I'll just let them- no! These are the Hunger Games! Alliances are okay, but giving them the only weapon you can use is bad!

I am about ten feet from the scattered mess of weapons when I see Zayna take the bow I wanted. Shoot! Gotta get the smaller one before Asia- Too late. Asia beats me to it. I sigh and rush to the weapons anyway. Amity Taryn from Two reaches for a flail, but I grab it before she does. She scowls and soon finds another. I drop the flail, deciding that it isn't worth it. "KNIVES!" I shout to myself, diving for a nice-looking set of them.

"EVER DUCK!" Colton shouts.

My eyes widen as a spear heads straight for my forehead. Colton's warning reached my ears just in time. I duck and the spear hits the boy from District 6 through the throat, a cannon signifies his death. What's his name again? I look to see who threw the spear. The girl from Six just tried to kill me, but instead, she killed her district partner.

I duck to avoid a kunai that was either thrown by Mike or Carmen, along with many other weapons. A backpack. That's what I need. I see Colton and Zephyr head off into the woods with weapons and a large backpack. I see Asia with a medium-sized one. Zayna grabs the smallest one there it and swings it over her shoulder.

Backpack, backpack.

I grab the first one I see.

One of Zayna's arrows narrowly misses my head. I am prepared to throw a knife at her, but I see the body of Nick Dawn from District 10 hit the ground. "He was about to jump you! Let's GO!" Zayna shouts, grabbing my hand and half-leading half-dragging me to where Asia and the guys ran off to.

The agonizing screams of the other tributes fill my ears the whole way there. What about Robbie! Did Hollie or Amity suddenly turn on him?

Zayna hurries into a fallen building with the others. On my way, I trip over a rock and somersault in another direction. I go to stand up to join my allies when I see Josiah Keller from 4 put a trident through the weakling boy from 11. Boom! A cannon. Funny how he predicted his death so clearly. Josiah's eyes lock with mine and he pulls the trident out of the boy and throws it at me. I scream and roll to my right, standing up. I throw one of the knives at Josiah, it hits him in the abdomen, but misses anything vital. He pulls his trident out of the ground and tries to stab me through the stomach with it. I move away from him, just in time to see a scythe cut his body in half. Boom! Boom! Josiah and some other tribute are now dead. Funny. Slate Fallon and Josiah Keller are both Careers. Why would one kill the other so soon? The boy from District 2, Slate Fallon jumps out of a tree to fetch his scythe. I close my eyes, knowing I am next. He walks closer to me, both hands on his scythe...


Robbie...

Ha! First time you lame-Os hear from my awesomenes, right?

Right!

As soon as the horn blows, I beeline for a backpack. I reach for the biggest one I can find, but that boy from 4 grabs it. I glare at him and grab the second-largest one.

I grab a sword and a few throwing stars. Princess Abernerdy grabs a flail, so Amity has to go hunt for another one. The little brat puts it down ofter a while. Idiot.

Either way, Amity quickly finds a random tribute and bludgeons then with her flail. Boom! Girl from 8 is dead.

Hollie Stern grabs and axe. Figures. Little Miss Tree Chopper. Eh, I guess it's worth while having them as allies. Hollie slices off the hand of the gril form 1, but the boy from 1 comes to the girl's aid and forces Hollie to run toward some of the fallen buildings.

"Whoa buddy!" I shout as the annoying guy from Seven leaps from out of nowhere, ready to jab a kunai into my heart. I cut off his hand with my sword. He screams and I smirk, cutting off the rest of that arm. Hm, no wonder the Careers love the games so much. "Take that!" I yell, stabbing him all the way through his abdomen. Boom! A canon.

Sure, I know it's his, but I stab his body through the neck just for the heck of it. Boom! Another cannon. Hm, maybe it's Ever's cannon. Sure hope so. Abernerdy isn't even a real contender in these Games.

Nirvana Jessup- man, she's HOT- throws a spear and kills the girl she hits.

"Hate to do this to you, honey, but-"

"HUH-!"

I pull the sword out of her abdomen. Wherever I stabbed her, I killed her instantly. Boom!

Power.

That's what I feel.

Power, real power.

No Peacekeepers to punish me for my deeds. All these people with privileged lives...I get to personally kill them. Oh what a thrill this will be. I don't know why Haymitch drinks to forget the Games. This freedom, this chance for revenge-! Who would want to forget it?

Not me, no sir, not me.

Robbie Hester of District 12 would rather remember these games forever. I can't wait until I see little Abernerdy's face projected in the night sky tonight.


Haymitch...

As usual, I look for Chaff and Seeder so I can sit with them during the Games. Maybe have a few drinks with Chaff. It depends on how long Ever lasts. You can bet that the moment she dies I'll start getting wasted.

"Haymitch! Over here!" Chaff calls, waving his good arm in the air.

I smile half-heartedly. "Good to see you Chaff."

"How do you feel?" Seeder asks.

Sick. That's how I feel. Sick because I have to watch 24 children try to kill each other...again. Sick because my only child is one of them. Sick because of the large amount of Victors there are in this room; usually only two or three are required to mentor tributes. Sick because most of the victors find this entertaining. "I'm fine." I lie.

Chaff and Seeder notice my acrimonious tone. They look around to make sure the cameras aren't on us. Seeder's hug indicates that it is safe. "I'm sorry Haymitch, I really am."

Chaff nods. "Yeah...I'm sorry too. Miranda cried when Ever's name was called."

Miranda is Chaff's daughter. She's three years older than Ever and good friends with her. Same goes for Chaff's son, Kieran, who is older than Ever by five months and a day to the minute. "Don't apologize. It isn't your fault she was chosen. Oh, and she said to say goodbye to you two for her."

They give me sympathetic looks. "Heyyyy Haymitch!" says another familiar male voice. The person to whom it belongs shoves the upper half of my body over my legs. I turn my head to face him.

"Finnick." I say unperturbed. Great. Finnick. He's great and all, but the cameras are on us for sure now.

"Aw, you used to be fun to mess with." He pretends to be disappointed.

Despite my alcohol withdrawals and constant worrying about a certain tribute; I can't help but to smile at him. Finnick Odair, the outrageously beyond gorgeous victor from District 4...forget that I called him gorgeous, please.

Finnick sits down in the chair behind me. He uses his feet to spin around in the chair.

"Really Finnick, you're worse than a small child." I tease, stopping the chair suddenly.

"Hey! I was having fun, don't make me punch you Haymitch Abernathy!"

Chaff and I guffaw while seeder just rolls her eyes. "Like you'd actually start a fist fight with me. I'd kick your a-"

"Language Haymitch." I am slapped in the back of the head by the new person.

"How come women always ruin the fun, eh?" Finnick asks Chaff and I.

"Now, now, we're all adults here."

"Whoa now Haymitch!" Chaff exclaims with a smirk.

"Does Mr. Abernathy have a lady friend?" Finnick teases as Raewyn sits down next to me.

I roll my eyes. "We're just friends." I say at the same time Raewyn says, "I'm married!"

"Ooh, kin-"

"Finnick Odair, if you say what I think you're going to say, I promise you, I will throw you to an angry mob of cannibalistic leprechauns!"

"Kinky!" he shouts with a perverted laugh. "Now where are those leprechauns?"

I slap him on the back of the head. "There's no such thing as leprechauns. Dumbass."

"Then why'd you threaten me with them?"

"To prove that you're a dumbass."

Finnick thinks for a minute. "Okay, fine. You win this one, Abernathy...I'll be back!" he warns.

I roll my eyes. "One of these days, I'm just going to snap! And I'm gonna kill him!" I say to Raewyn.

She laughs, "Hm, count me out of the killing. I don't want to the one to have to deal with Mags and Johanna."

"What about Johanna?"

Raewyn's face goes white when Johanna Mason appears out of nowhere. "N-nothing Johanna, nothing at all."

Johanna glares.

Raewyn grabs my arm and uses it to hide her face.

"Uh..." I say, nervously looking around.

"Is she gone?" Raewyn whispers after a while.

"Erm, yeah."

She sighs in relief. "Good. Johanna scares the sh- crap out of me."

Chaff and I laugh at her while her face goes red.

Seeder clears her throat. "Did anybody get a good look at who all the mentors are this year? I mean, just look around. Almost all the living victors are here. It's impossible to tell who are mentors."

Raewyn half-raises a hand. "Um, I got a good look at the mentors."

"Really?" Chaff questions.

She nods.

"Your girlfriend is pretty useful, Haymitch." he teases.

"Not. My. Girl. Friend. Just. Friends." I say. The whole Haymitch/Raewyn thing is really getting old.

"Tell us." Seeder says sweetly.

Raewyn unzips her purse.

"Now isn't time for a lipstick touch-up, girly." Chaff jokes.

She rolls her eyes, "I don't wear lipstick." she drops a tiny notebook onto her lap and opens it. She quickly flips through the worn pages. She senses us staring. "I write observations down in these...I have since my Games. I guess it's like some people and their morphling addictions. I have an obsession with getting the kids I mentor home, or at least seeing what I can possibly do to improve the tributes next year...it worked a few times, but...Oh! 72nd Games mentors, here they are." She hands me the list.

Wow. Talk about OCD.

"Correct me if I miss one, Haymitch, but I'm sure I have them memorized. Nobody new, really. they've all mentored before. Calendar and Crayon, the cousin, are mentoring District 1 this year. Enobaria, Brutus and Gunther from 2; Zora and Beetee from 3; Finnick, Truly and Jemima from 4- no clue why they need three, but whatever- Gloria and Barnaby from 5; Eleazar and Athena from 6; Johanna and Blight from 7, Holden and Cecelia from 8; Cruz and myself from 9; Lucas and Leia from 10, and you three from 11 and 12."

"Uh..." Chaff, Seeder and I say in unison.

"What? Did I say last year's list instead? No, I couldn't have, because Zora Corg from 3 won just last year. So yeah, I got it right. What?"

"You are just...whoa!" Seeder says.

"I 'gree with the old lady." Chaff says.

I nod in agreement.

"What's your name anyway?"

"Uh, Raewyn."

Chaff smiles, "Glad to have you with us, Raewyn." he shakes her hands with his good arm."

Finnick sits back down behind me. "Anyone up for a bottle of Capitol wine? Haymitch? Chaff? Haymitch's mystery girl?"

"I'll have some." Chaff and Raewyn say in unison.

"Um, I'll pass."

Finnick is dumbfounded. "Haymitch? Declining a drink! Is the world coming to an end?"

Chaff and Seeder give him annoyed looks. "Did you not pay attention to the tributes besides your own?"

Finnick shakes his head. "Why would I? They're going to kick all your tributes butts anyway."

Friendly competition. The Capitol audience will eat that up.

"So...how are your tributes, Finnick?" I ask.

"They're okay. The girl is so dumb though, that unless she teams up with a genius, she'll last four days, max. The boy? He could very well win. Josiah's got promise. And yours, Eleven?"

"The boy doesn't stand a chance. Bloodbath death for sure. The girl is tough, though. She'll go far." Chaff says, taking the bottle form Finnick. "What about you, Raewyn?"

"Well, I really don't know. Asia's sister, Lissana, won a few years back, but Asia is barely thirteen. With luck, she might make it. Colton? He's such a sweetie. I really don't know. He might get pretty far. It really just depends on who takes out who and who he has to fight."

We all nod. "What about yours, Haymitch?"

"Well, Robbie's 18 and is one of the few kids from Twelve that are strong enough to possibly make it."

"What about the girl?" he presses.

"Finnick!" Chaff and Seeder scold.

"What?" he asks.

Raewyn raises her eyebrows at him. "You mean you don't know?"

"Don't know what?"

"My other tribute is a 12-year-old girl named Ever. Get it now?" I ask him, grabbing the bottle from Chaff, prepared to chug what I can.

"Nuh uh uh!" Raewyn scolds, grabbing it from me and taking a large sip. "No controlling substances for you!"

"Hell man, I'm so sor-"

"You don't have to apologize. None of it's your fault. Really, I'm just sick of hearing it."

Finnick bites his inner cheek. "Right, sor- okay."

Obnoxious yelling is heard from the other side of the room. Crayon and Gunther are in a wild fist fight.

"Welcome to the 72nd annual Hunger Games." the voice of Claudius Templesmith announces. "BEGIN!" his voice shouts, along with a horn.

Everyone shuts up and listens, even Crayon and Gunther, who will continue their fight later.

In less than ten minutes, six tributes are dead.

First, Robbie kills the boy from 7 in self defense. Then the girl from 6 tries to kill Ever, but Colton from 9 tells her to duck and the spear that should have killed her killed the boy from 6, instead. Soon after, Zayna shoots a fatal arrow into the boy from 10 as he tries to jump Ever. Mega-alliances work after all...

The girl from 2 that Robbie allied with kills the girl from 8.

Robbie then kills the girl form 5 for the heck of it. That makes my stomach churn. I don't train sadists.

Finnick's boy kills the boy from 11 with his trident.

"Haymitch!" Raewyn exclaims, pointing at the screen.

Finnick's boy is headed right toward Ever, ready to kill. Asia Hedvigg is in a tree, prepared to shoot and arrow into his spine. All of the mentors and victors jump as they see the boy get sliced in half by a scythe that literally, appeared out of the blue. The thrower of the scythe jumps down from the tree, pulls the scythe out of the ground, and walks toward Ever. Her eyes are closed, waiting for him to kill her.

"Ow!" Asia shoots an arrow into his back, barely missing the spine. The boy from 2 yanks it out of his back and snaps it in two with her foot. He stares at the cowering girl on the ground, and the now just as fearful one in the tree. He scoffs, "I won't even bother killing you two. You're both-" he kicks Ever in the gut, "-worthless-" he kicks her in the face, "-weakling-" kick to the chest, "-little-" stomps hard on her right arm, "-babies." Ever is now supporting herself with her knees, coughing up blood. Asia shoots another arrow at him, this time, Zayna joins in from the ground. Colton and Zephyr throw knives at him. The boy- Slate Fallon, I think- deflects the knife with his scythe and backpack, and dodges the arrows. One of the knives lodges itself into Zayna's thigh, another into Ever's side, and another pierces Zayna's hand.

"Crap! That REALLY hurts!" Zayna exclaims.

Slate smirks. "You you're with these worthless babies I see." he says to the older three.

"Yeah! What of it?" Zephyr asks.

Slate extends his hand. "Leave them. Join me."

Zephyr moves his hand toward Slate's. "YAH!" he punches him in the nose with his other fist, breaking it.

Slate retreats.

I look over to my right and see Enobaria send him a parachute full with things. Careers and thier money. They make me SICK.


Ever...

After Slate's kicking fest, Asia quickly helps me up. "Sorry we didn't fight him better."

"Yeah. We were just...in total shock." Zayna adds.

"Let's hope we don't freeze up like that next time." Zephyr says.

Colton nods seriously. "Or else...we'll all be dead next time."

"Why don't we get somewhere isolated now and look what we have in our backpacks?" I suggest.

"Good idea, kid." Colton and Zephyr say in unison.

I swear, they share a brain.