Welcome to the house of fun, now I've come of age,
Welcome to the house of fun.
Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on it's way,
Welcome to the house of fun.
Welcome to the house of fun, now I've come of age,
Welcome to the house of fun.
Welcome to the lion's den, temptation's on it's way,
Welcome to the house of fun.


Beauty D'Avanzo.

60...50...

A smile forms on my face as I look around at my surroundings, my new home for now, seeing the terrified tributes, faces that cannot form an equal expression. Next to me is the boy from Five, his expression looking definitely shaken. He keeps whipping his head around, as if hopefully, by the next time he snaps that pretty little head, he'd see a way out. Except there isn't a way out. The doors on either side seem locked, metal handles ready to be pulled. He probably won't even be strong enough. I smirk, finding my own so-called "allies".

The closest to me is Caspian, four plates away, and really, I don't know whether to find that comforting or not.

40...30...20...

I'm glad it's him, actually. Misty and me just aren't the same, she's clearly going to want me dead, whilst Hollis is just waiting to dig that mace of his into me. Andromeda is a good shot, but I need to stay away from her. Her 12 proved her aim is a lot better than mine. And that's something I can't afford to risk. The light colours don't provide much light, but it makes the whole area seem perfectly twisted. Perfectly sadistic for it's purpose.

10...

My eyes find a set of bow and arrows, leant against the mouth of the horn. I could get there quick enough. I wonder if anyone would dare try us? My eyes find Hollis, almost exactly opposite. He nods a little, eyes gleaming with bloodlust even from this distance. Ready to kill.

Get the bow, and shoot.

Get the bow, and fight.

Fight, Beauty, fight.

0...

The gong sounds, and immediately, I jump off my plate. The sounds of feet pattering against the cement flooring ring out, but I ignore it. My main focus is keeping my legs moving, reaching my precious weapons. I stretch out my hand as I reach the mouth, fingers curling arould the sheath.

I lift it up, pulling forth my first arrow, ignoring everyone else around me.

Probably my biggest regret. I'm thrown sideways, slamming into the ground. It takes a moment to register the body on top of me, the girl from Seven, before I realise my bow and arrows have scattered around nearby.

"No chance, pretty," Seven sneers. "No chance at all."

With wide eyes, I know she's a contender.

Someone I totally didn't take any notice of. I don't even know her name, what score she got, nothing. Seven has never crossed my mind at any point. Her partner did, because I thought he was a contender, but never her.

And how good will it look if I take a real contender out? I manage to jerk my knee upwards, slamming into her stomach. I crawl away hastily, rushing towards my bow and an arrow nearby it, before I feel her weight on me again. She laughs darkly, taking a fist full of my hair and lifting me up. Her breath tickles my neck. Her red hair spills in front of my eyes.

"Didn't think you could beat me? If they aren't going to let me in the Careers, then killing one will surely gain acceptance."

That causes me to laugh. "How delusional are you? Careers are for richer districts. Not poor, urchin districts like Seven."

It's only then do I see that she has an axe in her hand, the silver tinted from the gloomy lighting. This is hasn't it's suppose to be. I'm not supposed to die. I'm a Career, I should be feared, not attacked. Then, the weight goes as I hear a scream. I spin over on the ground, seeing Hollis pinning Seven to Cornucopia, a mace gripped in his other hand. I didn't even see him move in all the chaos. Then again, I barely see any of the other tributes, running.

"Move then," Hollis spits. "Otherwise I'll let her kill you."

I grab the arrow, but leave the bow behind. No. I want to enjoy this. I move to Hollis, who surprisingly, manages to keep Seven up there. Hollis doesn't even look strong. His movement with his mace is more graceful, rather than brutal. With my arrow in hand, I look Seven in the eye, smiling a perfect, camera-ready smile with a twinge of darkness. And without a second thought, I pierce the arrow straight through the parting of Seven's cocky, arrogant lips. She gurgles, brings shaky lips over the wooden arrow, before she drops dead.

"Artistic." Hollis looks surprised.

I smile, because now, it's begun. "I was born to be on camera, Hollis. Just the way it is, the way I was born."


Caspian Coburn.

I group together near the Cornucopia, Misty coming along with a handy trident in her hand. I smile, her eyes confused until she realises what I'm looking at. She nods silently, then grins.

"I had to have one," Misty shrugs. "Like you with your sword."

The handle of the sword feels good between my fingers, like it was meant to be here, right with me. This sword was made for me, ironically. Then, as Andromeda and soon Logan joins us, my smile begins to fade.

"There isn't a way out," Logan confirms. "The room is large, the doors are locked."

"So this is the arena?" Misty asks.

Logan shrugs. "No idea. Maybe they want more to die first."

And his words are true. I thought the room was small, when you stand on the metal platform. But once you step off and actually turn around, you begin to realise that it's like an optical illusion. The doors seem so far away, at least a mile. I can see the tribues, scattering for the many doors, trying desperately to open them in their little alliances. A twange of pain rocks through my heart. It's like they're penning us in, making us kill a certain amount before we're allowed out.

"I don't particularly want to kill them without them fighting back," I say out loud, directed to no-one. When Logan scrunches his eyebrows, Misty nods and I smile. "I don't want to kill someone who can't defend themselves. Excuse me for having a heart that beats blood, not ice."

"It's true, he won't do it."

Soon enough, the tributes begin to realise that the doors aren't opening anytime soon. Maybe they've realised that other people need to die first. I don't even remember anyone's name. I don't want to know the names of people I might end up killing.

"See? Logan can't be trusted," Beauty smirks, suddenly appearing with Hollis. "So many kills you're letting get away."

"Correction, Beauty, the doors aren't opening," Misty points out. "They're trapped. Going nowhere. Stuck."

"Perfect."

And with that, Beauty loads an arrow into her bow and sends it flying. It spins through the air towards the little group, Five, Three and the boy from Ten, desperately trying to open the door that could be their freedom. No-one realises it's coming. No-one turns around. And suddenly, without a word of warning, it zaps through the neck of the little girl from Three. She dies instantly, blood running down the oak door she's been embedded on, hanging there like a marionette. Both boys look stunned, Five even stands still a moment, before Ten eventually pulls him away.

"Impressive." Hollis comments.

"I was aiming for the boy, but oh well. Time to go hunting," Beauty flashes another perfect smile. "Later losers."

My eyes find Hollis, before he runs off, then Logan, who lowers his head, slightly ashamed. No-one pats his back or anything, though. Andromeda leaves without a word, and Misty gently pushes me away, leaving our 'leader' stewing in his own guilt.

"I don't want to kill little kids," I murmur, as Misty continues pushing.

She laughs, a little darkly. "Maybe you should become our wonderful President then."

I realise how stupid I must seem. I volunteered for this, I asked for this. I knew reality would come crashing, I just never expected it to be so... Hard. But as my mood finds me, it brightens a little. The doors click open. Clearly the Gamemakers are satisfied with two deaths now. And obviously, Beauty picking everyone off is boring.


Hollis Brood.

The doors begin to open, and whilst I have no idea what is down there, many of the tributes begin to disappear into the darkness of the apparent halls until everyone is gone but me and Andromeda. The bloodbath won't exactly be that great then, considering I see her, sitting down near the Cornucopia, looking through some of the bags. Come to think of it, I didn't see her famous set of knives with her. With my mace in hand, I move over, by conscious or by decision, and sit down next to her kneeling form.

"Find anything good?"

I hear her sigh deeply. "You need to leave me alone."

"I'm just being friendly," I defend myself. "Sue me."

"I should just kill you instead."

"That's not very nice," I frown. "I've been nothing but friendly towards you."

My hand goes out on instinct, fingers desperate to touch Andromeda. But the minute the tip touches a piece of skin, she flinches, snatching her form away. She spins as she stands up, eyes full of anger and fire.

"Don't touch me," Andromeda warns. "Don't you ever, ever fucking touch me. Never touch me. Touch me and I will cut you limb by limb."

Something in her words seem true, but they also seem hurt, protective and sad. They don't sound like the words of an angered, semi-psychopathic teenager in the middle of a death match she chose to participate in. They sound like the words of a vulnerable teenager, innocent and young.

"I won't touch you," I defend myself, once again. "Promise."

She glares, but continues to search deeper within the golden horn, on the hunt for something more valuable or maybe even her knives that she has yet to find. I smile softly at her imagine, ignoring the painful memory of Marcia, in a control room, screaming murder at me for being so childish and... Human. For not being as cold as she wanted me to be. Right now, I couldn't care less.

It takes a while to hear the simple footsteps, creeping towards the Cornucopia. Everyone else was gone, and obviously, didn't see the two threatening Careers from Two hidden inside the horn. Maybe this person thought that too. I grip the mace harder, climbing up quietly. Andromeda looks at me, but I place my finger to my lips. We can catch them in the act. I creep around the side, noticing the boy from Twelve collecting a knife, turning his back to walk away.

"Stealing isn't a good thing to do," I drawl, watching as he spins around, eyes wide. "Ravi, isn't it?"

He raises his knife, shaking hand causing the object to quiver.

"You can say your name, at the very least," I step a little closer. "Nothing wrong in it. You're going down in history either way, everyone will know who you are, you should just say it now."

As I step a little closer, Ravi falls back a bit, picking up his feet quickly. But he doesn't see Andromeda behind him. She has a knife in her hand. Not her usual throwing ones, just a simple knife, something I've never seen her use. With a careful eye, she throws it.

But Ravi moves at the last minute, spinning around and to the side a little. It slams into his shoulder blade, a quick cry ringing out as he drops his weapon. Nothing but a knife.

I take my chance.

Raising the mace, I run forward, spinning around, twirling the mace and letting it catch momentum, before slamming it into the side of his body. He flies, like nothing more than a ragdoll, smashing straight into the Cornucopia, leaving a trail of crimson on the golden shimmer as he slides to the ground. He breaths a couple of times as Andromeda collects his knife from the floor, silently and stony.

Andromeda checks his pulse, before standing up and walking away back to the sanctuary of the horn.

"Ruin my fun, why don't you."

She turns for a split second, face cold and hard. "I tend to not like to torture my victim. Makes you more of a coward, you know."


Bena Madrigal.

We lost Aimee. An arrow, straight through her neck, clinging her to the wall like a painting. It could have been me. It could have been Rudy. We were there, right next to her, surrounding her. I could feel the spray of her blood hitting my face, her eyes petrified as they lost colour. Then Rudy had to drag me away. It was so surreal.

"Bena, snap out of it, we have to keep moving!"

"I know that Rudy!" I shout back. "But Aimee died and Tanna's gone!"

Rudy only snags my wrist harder, but I pull it back. He stops, scared, panting hard as the tears gloss over his eyes and gently roll down his face. He looks so young, younger than he should be. He's a child, and there's me, not that much older.

"We have to keep moving, I'm not saying we don't, but we need to know where we're going."

Rudy nods hurriedly. "We need Tanna."

The name sparks a fire in me. I don't trust Tanna. Everything about her screams backstabbing child. Everyone has to backstab to survive, that's true, but she'd do it in a heartbeat. If she even has a heart inside that hollow body.

So we keep walking, walking, walking down hallways, turning corners that could hold anything, before walking again. We find a door, camoflauged by the colours so it blends to the wall, all but a darkened line of black keeping it obvious. It holds nothing but a room with another door.

"What is this?"

"I don't know," I admit. "But there's something not right, Ru. It wouldn't be so obvious."

I can't see the bigger picture, but I know I'm right. Paranoia has an advantage, I suppose. Why would the arena be full of rooms, hallways and bright colours? Something has to be hidden. Everything could be hidden, for all I know.

It comes out of nowhere, but I spin around, just to hear Rudy's scream. He buckles over, clutching his stomach. But nothing is visible on him. Everything is fine, more than fine, he doesn't look injured whatsoever. I creep forward, careful, as Rudy looks up. I can smell burned hair, the horrid stench of stomach on fire. His eyes are red, swollen, tears streaming more harsher than before, hands clutching his stomach.

"A-A-Are you okay? W-What was that?"

Rudy shakes his head, before opening and closing his mouth, before speaking. "I-I-I just got electrocuted."

"Electrocuted?"

He nods, but I find my eyebrows knitted together. I spin around, Rudy still on the floor, paranoid that something in the room done that. Instead, I'm faced with a door that could lead anywhere. We came in one, the one behind Rudy, and faced with an empty room and another door. I shrug, turning back.

"Maybe we should go ba-"

Instead, Rudy's still on the floor, a knife buried deep in his back, straight in the middle. Tanna stands there, proudly holding another knife in her hand, blood splattering her face. It takes a moment to realise that her arm is cut open, bleeding red, which I didn't think possible for someone so evil. And then, I let my heart hurt a little for Rudy's death. Tanna finds my eyes, knowing where they're staring.

"Oh this?" Tanna holds her arm up. "This place is great for tricks. Out of nowhere can an axe, you know. Straight from the ceiling. Barely had time to duck."

I don't respond. My eyes are frozen on her arm. And then, with a flick of her wrist, she throws the knife. I managed to duck, falling to the floor, just as Tanna lands on top of me, Rudy's killing weapon in her, stained red already. She stabs downwards, but hits the floor as I move out the way, narrowly missing my shoulder blade. With a thrust of my hands, I throw her off, hearing a clang. I scramble, desperate, needing to find that weapon.

I do, barely, hidden in the corner of the room.

And as Tanna dives again with the knife she lost, it finds her heart. A whimper, a gurgle, an evil smile and then her last breath. She falls on top of me, and I just stay there, surrounded by two dead children, thoughts eating away at me. Don't need to worry about allies now and the paranoia. They're all gone already.


Ember Auger.

"Close call," Komara breathes heavily, bending over. "Didn't even get a weapon."

I pull Maybelle closer, like a protective mother, wrapping my arms around her. I done my best to get her out of there without witnessing everything, though May likes to watch and learn everything around her. Komara didn't even tempt to grab anything in the end. She just turned around and ran towards up, trying to open the door. It wouldn't open, and then it did open, and before I knew it, Komara was shoving us down the hallway. And after that, I'm crying, like a pain wrecking through my body, tearing at my nerves and veins and everything. It hurt, it hurt so much it took everything not to cry and scratch my skin off. It was a wave of pain. A wave I don't, no, can't face again.

"We need to go back."

"What?" I ask, instinctively hugging Maybelle harder.

"We need to go back, I got nothing to protect us from."

I study her eyes, knowing that Maybelle is probably doing the same. Komara doesn't flinch. Instead she makes a shrugging gesture, moving back the way we came in. But she stops, hands feeling what seems to be a wall, coming from nowhere... Then she steps back, and creepily, the wall surges forward awkwardly, colours jumping. I instantly know what's gonna happen. And like the surrogate mother I am, I swing Maybelle around and begin pushing her to run. Komara follows, eventually.

The wall chases us slowly, edging closer and soon enough, it dawns on me that we have nowhere to go. The hallway just ends.

I turn around, heart beating faster, pushing Maybelle behind me in the hopes it will stop before her.

Instead, a million shiny, silver objects sprout, pointing deadly.

It might be knives. Nails. Bits of metal. Anything. But Komara but stops next to me as it gets a little closer, poised to squish or stab us.

"There." Maybelle barely whispers, pointing at what looks to be a door.

Within seconds, Komara flies for it, pushing the handle inwards as I shove Maybelle and myself through the gap. Then, a deafening sound rings out, and as I turn around, the door stops, shy of the doorway, and the shiny objects, easily nails, rocket out and slam into the wall we were only just pressed against.

"Close call," I say bitterly, mocking Komara's words. "You were right."

Maybelle clings to me, whilst Komara shoots a hated glare. I never asked her to join, she just welcomed herself. I'm sure I could look after Maybelle well enough myself. But we have nothing. No weapons, food, water or shelter. Everything could sprout dangers, just like the wall coming from nowhere. Komara moves across the brightly lit room, opening the other door.

"Lets go," Komara commands. "I think I know my way back to the Cornucopia."

I feel like arguing with her. To tell her that she's being irrational, rash, not thinking straight and too willing to put Maybelle in danger. Instead, I keep my mouth shut and encourage Maybelle to move forward. My mind wanders to Ravi after a short while. Did he make it out okay? Is he okay? After this little confession, I couldn't help but feel sad for him. He's just a scared kid.

"We'll go back and I'll go and get some stuff, whilst you and Maybelle hide, okay?" Komara says, stopping at another door. "It could be this one."

Her words sound ominous, evasive. Like she'll go in and never come back out.

But do I go in with her, to collect something, at the risk of Maybelle on her own? Or do I stay, in the risk of Komara never returning and me and Maybelle being without supplies, far too close to the Careers? There are whispers, only a few, on the other side of the door. Probably not whispering, but I'm guessing the door blocks most noises. Not that many voices, even. Just one or two, maybe three maximum. Which means that the Careers must be divided for the time being.

Or it's not the right door.

"How do you know it's them?" I ask Komara.

She snaps her head at me and glares. "I just do."

Komara soon crouches down, pressed against the door. I soon follow suit, crouching down next to the door with Maybelle, still protecting her. I don't trust Komara. Not one bit. But for now, she's smart and useful. But when the fear arises, for the sake of myself and Maybelle, I'll kill her.


Andromeda Lynx.

Soon after killing the boy from Twelve, Caspian and Misty returned together, shaking their heads but not actually looking ashamed that they found no children to murder. In fact, they look kinda glad they didn't find anyone. Caspian went straight for supplies, finding another sword, just so he has two, because something I've learned, admired and got annoyed about Caspian is, he's cocky, but he can back it up easily. He doesn't need words, he just has that vibe.

Compared to someone like Beauty, whose shot is deadly, but her aim is far from it.

Misty just stayed there, waiting awkwardly for Caspian to return. She's tough, but something about her screams that she needs Caspian by her side at the very least. Which, in my eyes, doesn't spell a great Victor or even proper competition.

"Here comes Logan and Beauty," Hollis nods upwards, just as the Ones move in from another door, closing it behind them. "Well?"

Logan shakes his head pitifully, but like Caspian and Misty, he doesn't seem too bothered by it. Beauty, on the other hand, looks beyond angry.

"No-one, absolutely fucking no-one, it's like a maze out there!" Beauty sits down, dragging her bow to her lap. "All these fucking hallways and doors. You open one door, get a room that just has more doors on it."

"But we did witness the little girl from Ten dodge an axe," Logan chimes in. "Which definitely didn't get thrown. It came from the ceiling."

"Why didn't you shoot her?" Hollis asks.

"Beauty doesn't have great aim, remember?" Misty drawls, relishing in her prospect of irritating her arch-rival.

Beauty glares, but doesn't budge or attempt to take Misty. Logan moves away from her, like she's poison, sitting down and leaning against the Cornucopia. My mind wanders to him, how he's handling the idea of being leader, if he can do it all, whether he's willing to give the position up. In all fairness, Logan already looks white like a sheep.

"So what's the plan, leader?" Beauty says mockingly.

Logan frowns at the comment, but collects his thoughts enough to stand up. "We could try altogether, as a group."

"Yeah, that seems just brilliant, really."

"I like it," I say surprisingly. "Better than everyone splitting up, trying to rack kills when they clearly can't catch a target."

The comment is made for Beauty, but clearly, it doesn't faze her in the slightest. She climbs up, flinging the sheath of arrows over her shoulder and holding the bow ready.

"I can still hit targets, though."

"In groups." Misty sneers with a smirk.

No-one else makes a movement, until Logan points his staff, more like a large stick, towards a door. And somehow, like delusional sheep, we follow a leader who seems unable to hold his own. I've never been outside the bloodbath room, it's been dubbed so kindly by Caspian, and Beauty was right. Nothing but hallways and rooms. We check one, then the other, but surprisingly, nothing.

"There is nothing in these rooms!" Beauty whines again. "They've spread out, running wild, could be anywhere."

Logan sighs in response, opening up yet another camoflauged door. But to my surprise, he hestitates. I hear a small gasp, and instantly, I know it's not Logan or us. They've found someone.

I notice the darkness spread on Hollis and Beauty's face, relishing in the potential kill. But I don't let them get the chance. I storm past Logan, pulling forth a knife, finding the victim pressed against the wall. His wide eyes are enough to guilt anymore.

He opens his mouth, tears streaming his face, and mutters a single word.

"Please."

And with a flick of my wrist, the knife finds his heart. As everyone but Hollis clambers into the room, I find the sense of guilt a lot. I move forward, carefully looking at the boy I just killed horribly. A quick death by me was a lot better compared to a horrible death from Beauty and her awful aim.

"Who is it?"

"The boy from Eight," I sigh. "The redhead."

Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom.

Six cannons and six deaths. Everyone looks a little puzzled, since only four deaths were by us. Logan sits down, looking tired more than anything. Beauty inspects the body, smiling as she kicks his leg away from her, boot dipped in his blood. Caspian and Misty share awkward half-smiles and half-frowns, moving over to sit down on the other side, opposite Logan. No Hollis. He's outside, looking around, no doubt, like a predator, stalking it's prey.

And then, almost mockingly in response, another cannon fires. Hollis found someone, clearly. So them six deaths become seven.


House Of Fun by Madness.

The blog for this story is - childsplayhungergames . blogspot . co . uk/ - just take out the spaces. Deaths will be notified there.

Cypress Nelson, District Seven.

Aimee Wyre, District Three.

Ravi Coal, District Twelve.

Rudy Millwater, District Ten.

Tanna Hines, District Ten.

Ty Herring, District Eight.

Sorry to the submitters who lost there tributes. Just the way the Hunger Games are. If you're annoyed, fair enough, but there was a plausible reason why your tribute lost out, and it could be many. Mainly, I either struggled with writing these tributes, or the submitters, or the fact that I didn't see a storyline or future for your tribute.

Stick around if you want. Don't if you don't. Again, I'm sorry.


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