Lorax: The 64th Hunger Games Chapter 11: Bath Time!, a hunger games fanfic

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All right, guys. It's time for the Bloodbath! I decided to give this chapter a cute title, because bath time was every little kid's nightmare. I'm reminded of the Calvin and Hobbes comic strip where Calvin pays Hobbes to take his baths for him. But enough about that. That's how sadistic I am! Isn't this an awesome chapter title?

I just want to remind all you guys that this IS the Hunger Games, and your character will almost certainly die. If their death is not to your liking, please don't come up here with pitchforks. Instead, eat some frozen grapes or something. Or even Turkish delight, but I've heard it's not nearly as good as Edmund thought it was.

All right. It's time to get into the actual Games!

Duncan woke up in the middle of the night, wondering what had caused him to abruptly come back to consciousness. Normally, he slept right through to the morning. But then, the memory of the previous night came back to him, and his stomach began churning, and sick was rising in his throat. He ran straight to the bathroom, clutching his stomach the entire time.

He threw up, and it was multicolored, just like the Turkish delight statue of President Snow that he had so horribly mutilated just a few hours ago. All he could think about was, I sure as hell am not going to win now. I can barely walk.

How could he have been so stupid? Normally, he would not have eaten nearly that much candy. What on earth had come over him at that ball? He decided that it didn't matter. After all, he couldn't change the past. He had to embrace the future and try to survive the deadly obstacles that he would soon be facing.

Once Duncan was convinced that he had emptied his stomach, after what must have been thirty minutes of retching, he crawled back to bed. He tried to still his pounding heart, but he couldn't bring down his fear of what was to come.

Duncan didn't get any more sleep that night.

Vander was woken up what felt extremely early. Being from District 11, it was normal to wake up early, because you had to get to your job at the orchard on time, or else the Peacekeepers were likely to whip you.

He'd always known that tributes got up early for the Games. But surely not this early? Vander could see outside the window of his luxurious Capitol bedroom that it was still pitch black out. Wherever the arena was, it must be very far away, he thought, or else this wouldn't be necessary.

For Vander knew why he had woken up. His mentor was knocking on his door, saying, "Vander Mordhix, it's time to wake up! It's a long way to the arena, and we're getting an early start today!"

And then Vander had no choice but to get up, knowing that he'd only gotten perhaps a few hours of sleep on the night that he needed it most. His only consolation was that everyone else was most likely going to be dealing with this. Vander's alliance was counting on him, he knew that much. He headed into the dining room, where Noelle was already up, talking with her mentor about the best Cornucopia strategy.

"Hey, you're up, Vander" the female District 11 mentor said. "That's good. You've got fifteen minutes to eat breakfast, go to the bathroom, do whatever you need to do before you get on that hovercraft. The arena's a long way down south".

Vander knew that he needed to eat as much as he could. He shoveled two bagels, two sliced apples, and drank three tall glasses of cranberry juice. Hopefully, that would be enough, because that was all he really had time for. The entire time, he kept one hand on his most prized possession- his Bible. As he ate breakfast, he prayed his daily devotional, calling on God to protect him and his alliance. They would need it.

Too soon, it was time to leave.

The twenty-four tributes lined up to board the hovercraft. Since it was still extremely early, lights lit up the landing zone, casting ghostly patches on each tribute's face. Glory thought that was appropriate, considering that twenty-three of them were going to be ghosts soon enough.

Each tribute walked up the ladder onto the hovercraft, where attendants were waiting. Each tribute was injected with a tracker that would pinpoint their exact location in the arena. This was a very painful procedure, even though it was quick. Glory wondered if her predecessor, Elegance, had fainted again after that happened, although she doubted it.

Each tribute was secured in their seat by the attendants. For most tributes, this was a very fearful moment. However, this made Glory relax even more than she already was. I trust these people, she thought. After the kindness they showed me at the age of ten, why should things be any different at eighteen? It was an extraordinarily naive view of things, but Glory didn't realize it.

"Hey, Dax?" Garnet taunted. "Ready to follow in your sister's footsteps? Got a crush on your district partner?" The Career cackled maniacally at his intentionally offensive joke.

Dax glared at the District 1 boy from across the aisle. "No, Garnet. I actually hate Paolina".

"That's just a cover" Brett laughed, sitting two seats to the left of Garnet. "Dax and Paolina, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G".

"Knock it off!" Paolina shouted. The other tributes all stared at her, and Paolina clapped a hand over her mouth, her face turning red from embarrassment. Just then, the last person to board, Dalton, was harnessed into his seat. And then, the hovercraft rose into the sky. The tributes took one last look at the nighttime skyline of the Capitol before they had gone too far south for it to be visible.

The hovercraft travelled at a speed of over seven hundred miles per hour. Even so, it took over six hours to reach the arena. At first, the Careers had been chatting with each other casually about who they were going to kill first. The other tributes tried not to notice, or care.

After about an hour or so, almost all of the tributes had fallen asleep. The only person left awake, besides the pilot, copilot, and attendants, was Zelda Pixelford. She was still scanning the aisles, seeing if anyone looked too comfortable. Since she was a member of the Career pack, which was almost always the plurality alliance, she had little to worry about. Even so, she couldn't relax and settle in for a long nap. She was just too anxious.

At one point, Karla leaned over on Taysom, snuggling with her sleeping district partner. Had either of them been conscious of this, they would most likely have tried their best not to do that. The sound of this woke up Ryla, who was sitting right next to the pair from District 7. She found this hilarious. Of course, though, she didn't say anything. She just gave a quick laugh and then went back to sleep.

For the most part, though, the ride was uneventful. Most of the tributes needed their rest, because they had not gotten as much slumber as they would have liked the previous night, due to being woken up so early. Even though this was the Hunger Games, everyone seemed to respect that.

Suddenly, the pilot announced, "We're landing in ten minutes!"

Most of the tributes woke up at that jarring announcement, as the hovercraft began its descent into wherever they were going. And then, after what felt like an eternity, they touched down. The tributes groggily left their seats and were led down their respective corridors.

Each tribute had a separate launch room that would never be used again. There, their stylists would hand them their outfits and make sure that everything was okay. The tributes would be given one last chance to eat, shower, and/or use the bathroom. Then, they would step onto their plates, which would lift them up into the arena. Everything was connected in such a way that the tributes would not encounter each other. As much as some of the tributes hated the Capitol, they couldn't help but admire this impressive feat of engineering.

Jasper was led down a hallway along with Duncan and Dax, but he was soon led off into a separate corridor that led him to his individual launch room. There, his stylist told him to begin getting ready.

"We've got fifteen minutes to launch time, Jasper. Is there anything you need?"

Jasper accepted a muffin, because he hadn't had as much time to eat breakfast as he would have liked. Hopefully, it wouldn't limit his ability to run away from the Bloodbath and find the rest of his alliance. He didn't know how well Taysom's plan would work, but he knew that there was most likely no better way to increase his odds at winning. At seeing Cotton again. At getting to continue his life.

Jasper was provided with a jumpsuit and told that that was all he would need. Since there would be cold nights in the arena, the suit was designed to reflect body heat back at the wearer. What a generous Capitol, Jasper thought. They won't let me marry Cotton, but they'll let me wear this nice one-piece that's only one color? Nice hypocrisy there!

Once Jasper was ready, he stepped onto his plate. The plate rose up through a tunnel, and then Jasper, as well as the other 23 tributes, got a view of the arena. It was such a shocking sight that he couldn't help but gasp.

The 24 tribute plates were spaced out in the middle of a small lake, with the Cornucopia perhaps a thirty-yard swim away. The lake was fairly swampy, and there was no way of telling how deep it was. Because of this, a rope was tied from each tribute's plate to the central platform, which held the Cornucopia. Another rope was tied from the tribute plates to the lake shore, about fifty yards back. The lake was 160 yards in diameter, not that crazy of a distance. Well, it was a little more than that due to the Cornucopia's island in the middle.

That wasn't what caught the tributes' attention, though.

To the northwest was an industrial city several miles wide. It was very disgusting- in fact, from here, the smog was visible, and it looked like District 8 sometimes did in the winter, in Jasper's opinion. The skyscrapers reached up to thirty stories in height, but these tributes weren't here to attend Wayside School. This could get just as crazy, though. And yet, even that was not what drew the tributes' attention.

Most of the rest of the arena was covered in forest. This was not your typical forest, though. These trees ranged in height from three feet to three hundred feet, but their boughs were not the normal colors. Instead, there were red, yellow, orange, pink, and purple tufts at the top of the black-and-yellow trunks. It looked just like a Dr. Seuss book.

The landscape was certainly very unique. If only this wasn't the Hunger Games, as the countdown made the tributes all too aware of.

Jasper was glad to have the protection of an alliance. He felt that he would need it in the days to come. Looking at the Cornucopia, he figured he could get in there and take one for the team, grabbing a backpack of supplies for his alliance. The fact remained that he wasn't the best swimmer (in fact, he had never learned how to swim at all), but he could pull himself on the rope. And then he'd rendezvous with his alliance somewhere in the woods. He tried to make eye contact with Karla, one plate to his right, to try to communicate a plan nonverbally.

Dax saw the scythe he wanted. It was right in the middle of the Cornucopia, and it would be risky to get to it. Unfortunately, Dax was in the middle as well. On his left was Lace, a member of the Underdog Alliance, and on his right was Glory from District 1. He was surrounded by people who had it in for him. Still, that scythe was pretty tempting. He decided to risk it. After all, if he died in the Bloodbath, he'd at least avoid such a horrible death as his sister, but that's not to say he wasn't going to at least try to win. He decided to run for the woods after getting his desired weapon.

Zelda was feeling pretty confident. She was next to her district partner, who didn't pose that much of a threat to her, at least from her own perspective. On her other side was Duncan. A thirteen-year-old boy with a Turkish delight hangover isn't going to be a problem for me, she thought. I can handle this. Unfortunately, scanning the other tributes' plates, she noticed that none of the other Careers were close to her, except for Sparkle, whom she hardly considered a Career.

Gauge saw Zelda next to him. Now that she was in the Career pack, it definitely made him more wary of his district partner. On his left was Sparkle, who was also a Career, albeit one who did not volunteer for these Games. Not that he blamed Sparkle for not wanting to volunteer. For sure, this arena would hold some dark secrets. Gauge could not see any bows near him, but he knew that his chances of finding one would increase if he actually went into the middle. It was a big risk, though...

Glory wanted that spatha more than anything. She saw Dax to her left, and Jasper to her right. She felt like she was prepared for anything and everything that could come her way, and, as she looked over at the Cornucopia, she could see that there was a very wide variety of weapons and supplies on the island. She thanked the Capitol for providing them with that, just like they had given her so much during her short life.

Brett was doing this just for Estonia, as well as himself. He was right next to Twilight, on his left, and he knew that his district partner would have his back, at least for now. He felt a high level of nervousness, but he tried to keep himself calm. If he was going to win these Games, he needed to keep a calm head. And Memphis, who was a pretty good swimmer due to being from District 4, was only a few plates away. Brett could make this all work out. He could.

Duncan was still feeling very sick to his stomach, but he forced himself to hold it in. The smallest bit of pressure would set off those land mines planted at his feet. If he lost his ridiculously large dessert here, he would suffer an early and very gruesome death. He hadn't been planning on running in from the very beginning, but now it was completely out of the question. He could only hope that Zelda wouldn't kill him on his way out.

Jay was amazed at her district partner's stupidity. Duncan was only four plates to her left, and Jay could notice him looking rather green around the gills. She felt no sympathy for him, though. He'd brought it entirely upon himself. Peering into the Cornucopia, she spotted a morning star fairly close to her plate. That was what she was going to go for.

Karla was feeling very nervous, even though she felt that she had little reason to be. On her left was Jasper, a fellow alliance member. Karla saw Jasper making eye contact with her and gesturing towards a spot in the woods. He was clearly trying to tell her something, probably where he wanted their alliance to go. She could on;y hope that Glory and Garnet, on opposite sides of Karla two plates away, didn't notice. She didn't see Paolina, standing immediately to her right, as a threat at all.

Dalton was feeling pretty confident. He saw spears near the horn of the Cornucopia, and he was going to go for them. His only concern was Brett to his left. He'd need to be careful about that. He poised his body, five feet and eleven inches, to dive into the pool, of which there was one at what had been his mansion. He knew how to swim very well, not having had too much else to do for the last few years. He felt like he had a good shot at this.

Taysom was between two Careers. Looking at Garnet, Taysom was even bigger and probably stronger. He wanted to get a vest of knives, which he found near the horn of the Cornucopia. Making eye contact with the Career, the tension was definitely very thick. There would definitely come a showdown between them at some point, perhaps sooner rather than later. He saw that his district partner three plates to his left, but Garnet and Paolina were in his way. Hopefully, they would all end up running in the same direction. Was there a way? Yes, Taysom was looking at Jasper now, and he motioned for them to head to a spot in the woods in a north-northwestern direction. Okay, he thought, we're good to go!

Paolina was surrounded by enemies. Everyone within three plates of her was either a Career tribute or a member of the Underdog Alliance. As for Paolina herself, she was going to run away immediately, for the woods. It reminded her of the Wheatlands to a certain degree, in that it was rural. On second thought, maybe the city was more familiar to her, since the urban part of District 9 was like that. One thing was for certain: she had to get the fuck out of there. She didn't want to kill or die.

Jessie was resigned to her fate. She didn't know how to swim, and so she didn't think she would be fast enough at swimming to escape the Bloodbath. Maybe she could find a shield or something somewhere in there. That was the only ray of hope she could see. She was right next to Flyte, though...hopefully he'd have mercy on her, but she highly doubted it.

Lace had an ally on her left. Noelle was supposedly a member of the Underdog Alliance. She made eye contact with the District 11 girl, who gestured towards the woods straight north of them. She wished that she could have been able to confirm it with the rest of their alliance, but she and Noelle at least had each other right now. Hopefully, they'd find a way to link up with the pair from District 7, as well as Jasper and Vander.

Flyte saw a club in that Cornucopia, and he sure as hell wanted one. His only concern was that his high score might have branded him as a threat among the Careers, as well as the other Careers. He would definitely have to be careful. On the other hand, he hadn't gotten his nine in training for nothing. On the streets, he'd always defended the younger kids, but there was a key difference between those two situations. In District 12, any number of people could have survived. On the other hand, here, Flyte would have to be the only survivor. That was why he had said no to the Underdog Alliance.

Twilight was like a huntress, looking around to see who the most obvious prey would be. Not her district partner, she'd need to stay aligned with him until the time came for the Careers to disband and turn on each other. Then she saw Jay to her left. She wanted to show Panem that crime families, particularly the Jordans of District 6, were unacceptable. Looking at the ninja stars, she hoped that Margaret would approve of her choice.

Garnet had to get that spear. He was next to Taysom, and the District 7 boy made him more nervous than he liked to admit. Still, though, he'd find his alliance and win the battle against the Underdog Alliance for control over the Cornucopia, which they desperately wanted. Maybe there would be supplies in the city, but they couldn't count on that, As for Paolina, she would be an easy target, but Garnet wasn't going to go out of his way to pursue her. Not when there was a spear with his name on it just thirty yards away from him.

Noelle wanted to join hands with Lace, but she didn't think that would be a good idea. She was also close to Vander, so she tried to make eye contact with her district partner. But the older boy seemed to be saying a prayer of some sort, asking God to allow him to survive the Bloodbath. Pay attention, Vander! she wanted to scream. Your god's not going to save you now!

Ryla decided to go all out. If she was going to die, she wanted to go out fighting, in a blaze of glory. She might not survive the Bloodbath, but she was sick of just being that average girl from District 10, and she wanted all of Panem to know that. She wanted to get that slingshot.

Lord Jesus Christ, Son of God, have mercy on me, a sinner. Lord Jesus Christ, son of God, have favor on me, a son. As he stood there, his legs shaking, Vander repeated the prayer. One thing was for certain; he would need the Lord's help in the Bloodbath if he was going to survive. He saw Memphis on his left and Preston on his right, both of whom had gotten very high scores in training. Vander was most definitely apprehensive, but he sincerely hoped that with his alliance, everything would be all right in the end.

Memphis wanted to get to that katana. Normally, it would have been on the outskirts of the Cornucopia, but since Margaret Malachi had used it in her victory the previous year, it was right in the middle. Memphis was ready for this, though. It's time, Zoe, he thought. It's time for me to avenge you.

Sparkle's nervousness might have been spiking her blood sugar a little. However, that might have been just as well, because she didn't know when she would be eating again, or even if she would eat again. Garnet was only two plates to her left, but Taysom was between her and the District 1 boy. Things had gone from bad to worse, she thought. I just might be out of luck.

Preston wasn't going to take his chances. He was most likely seen as a threat, and the Careers would not hesitate to kill them. If he gave them an inch, they would take a mile. Because of that, he was going to run away, for the city. He would have liked to hang out in the forest, but the fact remained that, coming from District 5, he just wasn't very familiar with the environment. I'm doing this for you, Ethan, Preston thought. That was all that stopped him from going into a tirade against the Capitol for the whole Hunger Games system (trademark), ripping children from their families since 2101. He could imagine that advertising slogan actually being a thing. Maybe, if he won, he could advertise products and become known for that. But before that could happen, he would have to win first.

Gleam wanted that axe, and she was going to go to any lengths she had to in order to get it, including fighting against the Careers. She might back off if she absolutely had to, but not until then. She'd only have to be careful of Memphis on the plate immediately to her right.

All twenty-four tributes got ready to leap into the water, in whatever direction they were intending to go. Many were pointed towards the Cornucopia, but some were going to run away to safety- if there was anything in the Hunger Games that could be called safety.

HHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRRNNNNNNNNNNN

The gong rang out, putting an end to the tributes' meditations. Each and every one of them leapt off of their plates into the swampy lake. A few of them, like Memphis and Dalton, were graceful in doing so. Most of them, however, made it very plain that they didn't know how to swim very well. They all floundered a bit before they got a handle on the rope that was their lifeline.

Memphis was the first tribute to reach the island in the middle, where the Cornucopia was. He looked around for his katana, which wasn't hard. He quickly grabbed it, but he didn't leave the Cornucopia. There were still a lot of tributes coming in, including the other Careers. He wanted to help them fight off some of the other tributes, especially the Underdog Alliance, or whoever else was going to try to get any weapons or backpacks, or both.

The next tributes to reach the Cornucopia were Dalton and Gauge. Gauge clearly had some speed, and he was going to try to grab a bow and arrow. Dalton managed to find the spear he was looking for, and then he immediately dove back in. No point in staying there any longer than he had to. He joined Duncan, Paolina, and Preston in fleeing from the scene.

Memphis was ready for Gauge, though. As the other Careers, and some of the Underdog Alliance, began to converge around the Cornucopia, Memphis went out swinging with his newly acquired katana. He got Gauge straight in the chest. The District 3 boy slumped over, being the first tribute to die in the 64th Hunger Games. The District 4 boy began looking around for other targets.

Here came Garnet and Glory. They were there to provide backup against the incoming Underdog Alliance. Karla, Lace, and Noelle were fleeing from the scene, but Taysom had decided to go in and fight. So was Vander, who was looking for a backpack to place his Bible in, as well as to find some supplies, which he was sure he wanted with him in this environment.

Garnet went straight for the spears as Taysom donned a vest of knives. Taysom attempted to hit Glory with one, but she was expecting it. Brett, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The District 2 boy had just arrived at the island, and he took a knife to the left bicep.

Brett stumbled, but managed to keep his balance. Twilight, who had reached the Cornucopia long ago, looked fearfully at her district partner's wound, but she decided that they could clean it up later. That was what she was trained to do, after all.

Instead, she focused on more important matters. Namely, dispatching as many other tributes as possible. Taysom was obviously a threat, considering the large alliance he had formed, but he was getting away. Instead, Twilight grabbed her throwing stars, one in each hand. She threw them both in different directions.

One of them struck Vander in the back. The boy from District 11 keeled over and fell into the lake, where he quickly sank to the bottom. He wasn't going to survive that.

The other star narrowly missed Jasper, who until now had been looking for what would be the most helpful to his alliance. After he saw the ninja star whizzing past him, he decided that he needed to go. He jumped in the water and pulled himself away as quickly as he could, not caring about Taysom. Could he meet up with the girls in the forest somewhere, or the city? He didn't know, but better to try that than to stay here and risk getting himself killed.

Jessie was crouched down, meticulously searching the Cornucopia for a shield. She wanted the defense, but she was clearly overvaluing it. Nothing was more valuable than her life. Immediately, she sensed a presence behind her.

It was Zelda. The affiliate of the Career pack had grabbed a bow and arrow, and was now leveling it at Jessie. The District 12 girl tried to get out of the way, but she was just a second too slow. The arrow buried itself in Jessie's brain, and she collapsed to the ground. Sparkle, who had finally gotten to the Cornucopia after mustering up the courage to do so for several minutes, kicked the body out of the way, where it would no doubt get eaten by some fish muttation or something.

She decided not to think about that, though. There were more important matters to attend to.

Flyte wasn't fast, but he had reached the Cornucopia. Now, he had found his club, and he was determined to score a kill. He wasn't leaving this place without downing at least one tribute.

The District 12 boy noticed that Memphis's back was completely open. Always better to notice than to be noticed, he thought.

Flyte swung the club, narrowly missing Memphis's head. The Career turned around angrily. Flyte was about to back away, but he was better than this. He had to be.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Dax, who had spent the first five minutes of the Bloodbath biding his time at his plate, had seized the opportunity to swim in and grab his scythe. Then, he got away as quickly as possible, before any of the Careers would get to him. On his way back, he passed Ryla, who was heading in. Dax considered killing her, but decided against it. His number one priority was escape.

Back at the Cornucopia, Gleam had gotten her axe, and was about to leave the island when she saw a golden opportunity. As she readied her axe, she chucked it at Memphis. The axe buried itself halfway between his heart and his left breast. Memphis gave no indication that he cared about his impending death as he let go of Flyte (whom he had been holding hostage on the ground, about to run him through with the katana.

Instead, Memphis released his hold on the other boy and fell backwards into the water. He was dead. The short Japanese sword that had served the previous victor so well fell harmlessly to the ground.

Flyte was about to give Gleam a hug for saving him, but she said, "You can thank me later. Now, let's get going. The Careers aren't going anywhere!"

Flyte nodded, and the two of them grabbed adjacent ropes and began the fifty-yard swim back to the shore. Along the way, Flyte decided to swing his club at Jay. The District 6 girl had not expected it, and was knocked, breathless, into the swampy water. There was no way that she was going to be able to stay afloat.

Brett was staying back, trying not to get too involved, as was Sparkle. Glory, though, had finally found her spatha. Hopefully, she would be able to find some other tribute to kill. Most of the crowd had dispersed by now, but she made a quick lap around the Cornucopia island just to make sure.

Ryla was still on the other side, and Glory wasted no time in cutting down the District 10 girl. She met her end right there, and Glory had just achieved her first kill in the arena. She didn't have time to celebrate, though. She was too determined in getting back to the other Careers.

Just then, the cannons fired, signifying that the Bloodbath was officially over, having lasted approximately fifteen minutes. Now, the Careers counted the number of blasts. Each one represented a dead tribute, so the more the better, in the eyes of the Careers.

Finally, it was over.

"Six?!" Garnet yelled. "We only got six?! Where's Memphis?"

"Dead. The girl from District 5 killed him" Glory said.

Garnet let out a humorless laugh. "Memphis, getting himself killed in the Bloodbath? That's the best joke I've ever heard, except that it isn't one! That's such an embarrassment to District 4. What the hell kind of Career is he?"

"Don't laugh, Garnet" Twilight chided him. She didn't think it was funny that they had just lost one of their own. "Is everyone else accounted for?"

The other six Careers were all present and alive. They were ready to see what they were going to do next.

"So", Zelda said after a while, "what are we going to do now?"

"Well, first I've got to treat Brett. He took a knife from Taysom. After that, let's go out hunting".

"No time" Glory said. "Let's each take a backpack from here, and try to keep them as dry as possible". She looked around, realizing just how hard that was going to be.

"I agree with Glory" Brett said. "I'm fine, really. There's probably a first-aid kit somewhere in one of those bags. If not, we can always find a hospital of some sort in the city. I'm sure they'll have something there".

"If you're sure" Zelda said.

"I am sure, girl. We've got to go out hunting. They can't have gone too far".

I was legitimately laughing when I typed in the sound the gong made. It reminded me of an AskReddit thread about what the spelling of the sound made when you unsheathe a lightsaber is.

Last time, I had the obituaries of the tributes when they died. This time, it'll only be once they are shown in the sky. I don't want you people to just scroll down and get spoiled. I also don't want to ruin any tense moments at the ends of chapters. So the tributes who died in the Bloodbath, as well as any who die later on the first day, will be shown at the end of day 1.

Also, the funny thing is that this chapter only had one more word than the Bloodbath chapter in Labyrinth until I added this sentence. So there's that, too. But does it really matter? I don't think so, and I don't think you do either.

Sincerely, SnowLucario