*Le me in PE*

Teacher:You should do as much exercise as you can so that you can live a long healthy life

Me: Naaah don't like sport

Teacher: OK then. You should do as much exercise as you can in case you get picked for the Hunger Games.

Me: LET'S WORK THIS BRO!

Something was falling from the sky.

It was a black jacket lined with throwing knives.

Ha, made you look.

Ironically enough, it looked rather look like the one Clove had in the Hunger Games.

(I like Clove she was the Career.)

And it fell at Dawn's feet.

She let out a long low whistle. She shrugged off her coat and slipped the jacket on underneath it. "Not something you see everyday" she muttered to herself. "Best not to let the others know that I've got it. It might be just the element of surprise I need if someone attacks me. Always best to have a plan B."

And then she just went about her business as usual. 'Cause that's just what she does.

"How are you doing up there?"

Diamond called up to Polly, who was suspended by a complex series of ropes from the top of a pine tree. Over in the corner of the little clearing, Amelia- Jane sat hunched up against a tree fiddling with her shoelaces. Polly leaned over a branch to call back:

"Good. Just a few more knots on this side and the tree should be safe from strong winds of up to 10 gale force. We can call it the Freindship Tree"

The Friendship Tree. Per-lease.

"Sounds fantastic." Diamond's eyes filled with tears. Friends! How splendid!

Diamond's are a girl's best friend, but gale force winds are not. Though the tornado ended with the death of Melody, vestiges of the twister still lingered as-

"Just this last knot and the tree will be completely stabili-aaahhh!"

A sudden breeze knocked her off the branch. Unable to take her weight, the ropes creaked- and snapped. In a tangle of rope, Polly plummeted to the ground and thumped onto the forest floor with a dreadful flop.

Diamond hurried over to her, crying.

"Polly Polly! Are you OK?"

A little croak issued from Polly's lips. "No."

Not helpful.

Gathering Polly in her arms, Diamond-

Wait a minute. Hold the fic. Sure it's a poetic and touching thing to do, hold someone when they are dying, but isn't Diamond completely ignoring medical advice? Surely when someone has fallen, you aren't supposed to move them until they have a neck brace on. Because otherwise you are kind of making things worse.

Another Suethor who didn't do their research. *sigh*.

Anyway. Back to gathering.

Diamond gathered Polly in her arms and sang a lullaby- a strangely familiar one to anybody who has actually read the books.

Deep in the meadow

Under the willow

Yeah, you know how it goes. I'm not going to bother typing it all up.

Oh, and another thing. It's a lullaby from District 12. 12. Not 1. So how Diamond is supposed to know it, I'll never know.

BOOM.

Fabbie and Mary-Sue ran through the forest together, not daring to let go of each other's hand. Mary-Sue's hair long hair fell out of its bun and streamed behind her as they raced for the open, as trees tumbled down around them. (Some areas were windier than others.)

An elm smashed through the forest canopy. Fabbie pushed Mary-Sue out of the way of the falling tree; and the weight of his muscles and twelve-pack knocked her over. Rolling one over the other they crashed through the undergrowth, landing in the middle of a clearing near the Cornucopia- and right in front of the Careers.

Delia's reaction was one of fear: swift and immediate. She whipped an arrow out a quiver and fired it straight at them.

She didn't mean to kill. It was just to scare them off, force them to scatter as they dodged the silver arrow.

Like a mockingjay bursting into flight (sigh) Fabbie spread out his arms and dived in front of the arrow, shielding Mary-Sue. She screamed as he fell; and the whole scene descended into chaos: Delia horrified at what she had done, Mary-Sue heartbroken, Katrue and Rihanna triumphant that a strong opponent had gone down, Damien shocked and feeling sorry for Delia- and Dawn uncertain of how she should react to the death of her District partner.

"Fabbie!NO!" Mary-Sue burst into noisy tears. "Don't hurt me!" she begged, before taking to her feet and running.

Still in a state of shock, Delia turned to Dawn, eyes pleading.

"Dawn, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean-"

Dawn brushed it off.

"I know. Only one can live, right? Just a shame it couldn't be Fabbie. What's done is done."

Iudi came racing into the Control Room.

"I have an idea."

"Yeah?"

As the Gamemaker in charge of plot development, Iudi focused on the dynamics between tributes, watching out for tension, conflict- and death.

"Well. We need some way of bumping off Delia Greenwald of District 12, in retribution for her little bloodbath stunt. I say we kill her- and make it look like Dawn René of District 11 did it. Then the others will think it is Eleven's revenge for the death of her District partner. That would mean a duel between the two District partners."

"And would that be worth filming?"

"Oh definitely. Normally the Careers don't get interesting until the end of the Games, but the two would make for a pretty decent fight. She's a fiery one, Eleven; but he has the greater physical strength. And in her own way, she has helped us: she's hidden the fact that she has throwing knives from her allies."

"OK. You're in charge of this. Don't mess up."

The Careers began to file along the edge of the Cornucopia, ready for attack. They had heard the sounds of approaching tributes and so had formed a special formation that Dawn had come up with, so that each tribute's sides and back were covered by an ally. Fortunately for the Gamemakers, Dawn was positioned behind Delia.

Delia gave a sharp cry as a replica of one of Dawn's throwing knives was ejected from a pipe in the ground and into her back. At the sound of her pain, Damien wheeled around and caught her in his arms.

"It's Ok, Del, I got you, you'll be fine."

She shook her head. "No, Damien. I'm dying. That girl knew where to hit me."

Dawn was completely fabbiegasted (get it). "Wh- I don't understand-"

BOOM.

Damien looked up, his face bitter with hatred and twisted with grief. "Oh, I understand perfectly Eleven," he spat. "You killed her."

"Wh- No!" She had barely time to brace herself before Damien slammed her into the wall of the Cornucopia. Her coat got caught and she tugged at it. It tore all the way along the side- revealing the vest of throwing knives.

With a cry of rage he pulled out a knife; and Dawn felt the cold steel against her throat. She cried out in shock, her breath catching in her throat.

But then it was Damien's turn to cry out in shock- as Lady Rihanna dragged him away from Dawn by the hair.

"Never. Ever. Ever. Do. That. AGAIN!" (See? Multiple exclamation marks. Things are getting bloody.)

For each word, she scratched at his face with her long nails. Then she flung him away from her. He crashed onto the ground, winded. She jumped on top of him and dug her nails into his thigh. He screamed; and all who watched winced as her nails shredded his leg, blood spilling everywhere, his flesh hanging open.

Rihanna flipped her hair out of her face and got off him, the adrenaline coursing through her veins.

"Now, Twelve," her voice pulsed with anger. "I give you a choice. That wound is healable, in time. You can either fight me now; and lose due to your injury and be killed. Or you can run like a coward and fight another day; and get that leg seen too."

But Damien wasn't giving up yet.

"If I let you live, you have to give me my share of supplies."

"Please, I'm not that much of a pushover. You should be grateful that I've chosen to spare you- for now. Now get out!"

"Not without my token."

"Yeah, as if I'd-"

But before Rihanna could finish voicing her objections, Dawn had gone over to one of the packs and pulled out the pictures of Delia and Damien. She dropped them onto the pool of blood by his knee, the faces of the happy couple slowly darkening in the red sticky mess of their tragedy.

"Leave." Her voice was commanding. Damien scowled at her and muttered colourful insults under his breath as he crawled away from her, clutching all he had left in his hand.

Mary-Sue collapsed, breathless at the base of a tree, whimpering. In less than half a day, she had lost everything. Fabbie, her supplies, her hope. Now she had nothing. No supplies, no allies; and she couldn't think of a single plan. She was lost and hopeless and winning was impossible. She knew of no way to win: she couldn't fight, she couldn't trick or lie or steal. She couldn't gather food. All her time in training had been spent with Fabbie; and thinking about that happy time was painful. In order to remember anything of the little she had learned, she had to hear his kind voice. She couldn't go on.

She was sobbing helplessly as she climbed a tree. At least the mockingjays gave her comfort. But it wasn't enough.

So great was the vehemence of her sobbing, that the tree shook with the force of it.

Unfortunately, the shaking and sobbing disturbed a precariously balanced tracker jacker's nest.

BOOM.

Rose Windgarden Lullia Flower Blossom rubbed her face on the blanket wrapped around her shoulders. She had hope for now, at least. Six cannons today (though she was sad for this) ; and a beautiful sunrise tomorrow. She hoped that all who lived were well; and she wished them luck.

Magenta and Crystal and Belle lay huddled around the carefully hidden campfire; and although Rose Windgarden Lullia Flower Blossom had nobly volunteered to guard their rest, all rose in order to watch the slideshow of the dead.

The first picture was Melody's, that sweet girl from District Three. She heard Crystal behind her give a little gasp that yielded into silent tears. Then Polly, the nicer of the two from District Five. Rose Windgarden Lullia Flower Blossom gave the three-fingered salute when Maya Lullia's picture was projected into the sky. Then poor Mary-Sue Perfect, District Ten. Brave Fabbie- and Delia. Dear Delia, who had given hope to so many helpless tributes, who was noble and made things fair, especially when it improved her own chances. She remembered fondly that pretty and clever girl who had worked with her on that brilliant plan; and she hoped she was at peace.

She turned back, her eyes glinting in the light of the fire, where Magenta was comforting Crystal and Belle, both almost catatonic with sadness at the deaths of their District partners.

Rose Windgarden Lullia Flower Blossom wondered what the next day would bring, and how many more tributes would be forced to grieve.

End of Day One! FINALLY! Congratulations to everybody alive (so far...)

So... alliance time.

Diamond/Amelia-Jane

Arbella (loner)

Katrue/Rihanna/Dawn

Crystal/Magenta/Rose/Belle

Annabeth/Ash/Nicola

Tallyu (loner)

Chase/Saffron/Lindley

Damien (loner)

Ok. Death Summary of this chapter:

22) Pollyanna Mills 00:01:48

Another cool Sue. I quite liked her, but... yeah. No room for her in the plot.

21) Fabbie Glorious 00:01:52

*Sigh* Fabbie. I will always remember how he was a specimen of perfect "male-e-ness." But.. next time, bloodredfirefly, I need more info! And don't submit by review! 'Cause then there's no surprise. To be honest, I shouldn't really have accepted him because it's a general rule in SYOTing that you shouldn't submit by review. And I only did because I really needed a d11 tribute. But don't let that put you off submitting to my next SYOT!

20) Delia Greenwald 00:03:39

No OC in fanfiction would ever get away with such shoddy planning. I can see some certain OCs of mine shaking their heads in despair. Still, she was a very useful plot device in causing tension among the Careers, and I've tried to fulfill your plot idea of how Damien splits up from the Careers after Delia dies.. with a few twists. And it tied in neatly with Fabbie dying. And at least she got a kill, so.

19) Mary-Sue Perfect 00:04:08

Name says it all. Never really warmed to this Sue much. Preferred Belly button. She was never going to last, with or without Fabbie. practical experience; no practical character traits. She has basically kept house all her life. And I mean, what can she do with that? Mop someone to death? And crying in the arena really isn't a good idea- for other reasons as well as the ones stated here.

Jokey time. Not so funny, but I like poems, so.

1.) Here lies Ollie, a dreadful shrew/ If I said I was sorry, I should die too.

2.) Here lies John, he lives no more/ 'Cause what he thought was H2O was H2SO4.

3.) I'll tell you what I love doing more than anything - trying to pack myself in a small suitcase. I can hardly contain myself.

4.)Two aerials meet on a roof, fall in love and get married. The reception was brilliant.

Allright, not funny. But hey, at least there was plenty of death in this chapter.