Confusion of Heart: The 10th Quarter Quell Chapter 21: The Final Countdown, a Hunger Games + Glee Crossover fanfic

Remember how last week I said I'll update on the weekend? Yeah, I didn't.

I'm so sorry! I had a kind of field trip from last Wednesday till Friday and it was exhausting. Plus, my teacher asked me to write about the activity so they can put it in the school magazine. So I got kinda distracted.

So, without further ado, here's the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Cameron Mitchell, 18 (District 11)

After the Alliance Banquet is over, I say good night to both my Allies and immediately go to my room on the 11th floor. I close and lock the door behind me. Leaning against it, I take a deep breath and sigh.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. It reads 10:30.

Well, better get change.

I go to my clothes cabinet and pull off random clothes. Without bothering to go to the bathroom, I change. In a matter of seconds, I'm wearing a shirt and shorts.

I walk to the giant window of my room and sit by it. The moon is shining bright and stars spread across the sky. I sigh and untuck my token. A necklace that has two rings in it. The rings that was supposed to symbolize my engagement with Macy.

Now, the rings are just things that reminds me of home. Of Macy and all the times we spent together.

They are a reminder of our break up.

If only the odds are in my favor. If only fate isn't that cruel, I'll still be back at District 11. Both of us will be wearing this ring, celebrating our engagement and planning about our marriage. And I'll be able to spend the rest of my life with the woman I love. Yet here I am, wondering how Macy's doing. In less than 24 hours, I'm going to fight for my own survival in the Arena.

I'm not even sure if I can make it back home.

You will, you have too, a voice in the back of my mind says desperately. You have to be back with Macy.

But after seeing the other Tributes while Training a few days ago, I know my chances are really slim. They're deadly and brutal. And I'm not sure if the odds likes me that much.

"You'll be fine," I tell myself silently. "You have awesome Allies. Hannah is great with survival skills. And Damian's really good with traps and knives. You'll do fine."

For some reason, the mention of Damian's name makes me wonder about the somewhat mysterious boy. He's hiding something. I know he is. How he sometimes zoned off on the Training Session, and how he looks nervous after Rod says that his name is familiar.

And when I caught his bright blue eyes, I can see nervousness in them. But there's also something else: sadness.

What's wrong with the boy? Why do I feel so curious about him? I mean, I'm not usually nosy when it comes to other people's business. Especially not someone who I just know for a past few days. But Damian, I don't know. I feel like I need to know his problem and try to comfort him or something.

Sighing I tuck the necklace in. I stand up and climb up to my bed. I lay down and close my eyes, trying to sleep. Even though I know tonight will be another sleepless night.

McKynleigh Abrahams, 18 (District 6)

I'm so nervous.

As I lie on my bed, I can't stop thinking about what's going to happen tomorrow. What can I grab from the Cornucopia? Will I even survive the bloodbath? Will I die instead?

I can't stand this anymore. These thoughts will drive me crazy soon. I kick my blanket off and start pacing around the room. This is one of the habit that i have whenever I'm nervous. And sometimes, it does help ease my nerve. Not this time though, because it gets worse.

I start to think how I'll die in bloodbath, if I don't survive that long. Maybe by getting shot with an arrow? A Tribute jabs a spear into my stomach? This worries me even more.

That leaves me with one more option.

I slip out of the room and walk across the hall. After glancing around, I knock the door. In a few moments, the door swings open, revealing Bryce, who furrows his eyebrow in confusion. "McKynleigh?"

I bite my lips, starting to regret my decision. "I woke you up, didn't I?" I ask.

"No, it's okay," he says. "I wasn't asleep anyway. Can't even close my eyes for a second."

"Nervous?"

Bryce snorts. "More like scared out of my mind," he murmurs. There's a silent for a while before he says, "You want to come inside?" I nod. He moves aside, letting me walk into the room.

His room is similar to mine. Gray walls, wooden floor, red and gold curtains and velvet couch and sofa. His bed is still made. I turn around to Bryce, who closes the door behind him, with my eyebrows furrow. "You didn't even try to sleep at all?"

He shakes his head. "I can't. I just sat on the chair and do pretty much nothing but thinking."

"About what to do tomorrow?"

"About you."

I furrow my eyebrow. "What?

"I just, I don't know." he sits on the edge of his bed and sighs. "I'm worried about how I'm going to protect you in the Arena. I mean, sure. Now we know that both of us can get out of the Arena. But how am I going to do that, getting the both of us out, I mean? I'm not even sure if I can defend myself later."

I walk up to him and sit beside him. I give him a comforting smile. "Of course you can. You're good with mace. You'll do perfectly fine with that."

Bryce snorts. "Have you seen that Puck guy? I'm sure he knows 1001 tricks to kill people. How can I protect myself from that?"

"Well, maybe you're right about Puck using weapons better than you." My boyfriend frowns at me. He about to open his mouth to protest. But I cut him off. "But you know something that he doesn't."

Now, Bryce is looking at me in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"You know how to survive in the wilderness, don't you?" I say. "You know how to light up a fire, how to catch wild animals, making a perfectly good shelter, camouflage. Right?" he nods. "Meanwhile Puck, I never see him spends his time in any of the survival station. So I'm sure he doesn't know much about those."

Bryce sighs. "Well, I guess you're right," he says. He stares at me and smiles. "Thanks Mickey," he says. "You always know how to make me feel better."

I gives him a peck on his lips and smile. "I'll do anything for you." I lean my head on his shoulder and sighs. "Although, I think I need you to give me a favour."

"Anything."

"Can I sleep here with you?" I ask. I look at Bryce, who's looking at me in bewilderment. "I mean, we're not going to do any 'funny business'. I just need your arms around me to sleep." I blush and look down, "It makes me feel relax and calm."

He smiles and nods. "I think that is also what I need right now."

Damian McGinty, 17 (District 3)

I'm standing in the middle of a wood, with big trees surrounds me. I look down and realized I have a knife in my hand. Everybody immediately clicked in my mind: I am in the Arena.

Snap.

I turn around to the source of the voice. What was that? I sharpen my ears and grip my knife tighter.

Snap, snap, snap.

Slowly, I start to walk closer towards the source of the noise only to find a grass field. A figure, a very familiar figure, is standing in the middle of the field with her back facing me. It might be the stupidest thing to do, but I call her. "Hello?"

The figure turn around. My eyes widen and my grip on the knife loosen when I realized who the figure was.

The girl, it's Jenna. She smiles at me and calls my name.

"Damian."

My knife drops on the ground, a smile appears on my face. "Jenna," I say. I'm starting to walk closer to Jenna, who has the sweet smile that I love so much.

Suddenly her eyes widen in pain. My eyes widen when I see the sword stuck on her stomach. A boy smirks and looks at Jenna as if he has won a price. Then he looks up at me and smile murderously. "You're next." With that, he grabs a knife from her belt and throws it at me.

I wake up with a start. I try to catch my breath as sweat trickles down my forehead. Calm down Damian, I . It's just a nightmare.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. It reads 3:20 a.m.

Great, I think bitterly. The fourth time I've been woken up this past three hours because of the same nightmare.

I lay down on my bed. But instead of trying to get back to sleep, I just stare at the ceiling.

I've been terribly scared for this past few days. I'm worried about how I will ever get out of the Arena. And my memories about Jenna only makes me miss her and even more desperate. It makes me look weaker, and the others would underestimate me. That's why when people are around, I try to be my usual happy-go-lucky self. To show everybody that I'm not worried, that I'm sure I'll win. And everybody seems to fall for it and doesn't realize what I'm actually feeling right now.

Except for Cameron.

The way he looks at me at the interview session doesn't only makes me feel like he curious of me and my secret. It's as if he's in my shoes. Like he's also keeping a secret to himself. For a moment, I was tempted to tell him about it, back when we sit together at the Alliance banquet. But I decided not to. Not because I don't trust him, but because he doesn't need to know.

He doesn't need to know that when night has fallen and I'm all by myself, I just can't help but curl on my bed and watch the memory of Jenna plays in my head.

He doesn't need to know that the closer we got to the Hunger Games, I feel even more numb.

He doesn't need to know I have always been numb, especially when it comes to romance ever since Jenna was reaped. That I have never fallen for a single girl after her death, up untill this day. No matter how much I try, I just can't. Because I'm too afraid that it will slip out of my hand again. That I'm afraid I'll break my heart again and ended up hurting myself again, trying to mend the broken pieces. That I just can't deal with that anymore.

No, he simply doesn't need to know those stuff.

I glance at the clock on my bedside table. It reads 3:30 a.m. I'll be in the Arena in at least six and a half hour.

There's a fifty percent chance that I'll be dead in six and a half hour.

Will I even make it through the bloodbath, like Jenna did? Or will I die even before the bloodbath is over? If I am going to die, will it be because of swords? Or axes? Or will my own carelessness lead me to my own death?

As my eyes close and I start to drift back to sleep, one thought occurs to me.

Will I see Jenna in my afterlife?

Tina Cohen-Chang, 16 (District 11)

I open my eyes and stare at the ceiling. The day has arrived. After a parade, three days of training and an interview, the day has finally came.

I, Tina Cohen-Chang, am going to enter the Arena, along with the other 35 tributes. I might be dead in less than 4 hours.

I stand up and walk toward the window in my room. I yank open the curtain and the sunlight fills my room. I look outside. It looks like everything is bright and shiny. If I wasn't reaped a few days ago, I am probably back in District 11 now, just laying on the grass and enjoying the sun. Or leaning against the big willow tree and enjoying the breeze. But apparently, the odds aren't in my favor. If it is, I wouldn't be here.

I sigh. No matter how much I tell myself, I still can't believe I'm going to the Arena. I think I won't survive that long. Sure, I'm good at survival skills. I can tell poisonous berries and bugs easily. I can make a good shelter, build a hammock, and make fire. I can set traps and snares. And I'm a fast runner and I can climb swiftly. But when it comes to defending myself? I'm not that great.

I'm having troubles with weapons. Well, sure I'm okay with knives. But there are more tributes that can use it better. Like Santana, from Four. She never misses. And the girl from Ten- Emily, was it?- is also good with them. As for other weapons, that's not really an option, I guess. I can never shoot straight with bow and arrows. Maces, swords, and axes are too heavy. I don't feel comfortable with spears. wrestling? Forget it.

I regret the decision on going solo. I should have accepted Mike's offer a few days ago. That way, my chance of surviving would be bigger.

Well, it's to late now, isn't it? I think to myself. He's in the Career Pack now.

A knock on my door startle me. I turn around and say, "Come in."

The door swings open and Cameron steps in. I give him a small smile, which he returns with a warm smile. I'm actually glad that he was the one who knock on my door. I don't really want to talk to my Mentors. The avoxes are kinda scary. And right now, I don't think I can deal my annoying and possibly psycho Escort right now. "Hey Tina," he greets. "Sleep well?"

"Eventually," I say. "You?"

He shakes his head. "Can't sleep all night," he says, looking down. "I was tired. But I just can't shut my eyes and sleep. My mind keeps on wondering somewhere else."

I know what he was thinking about. It was something that had bother him ever since he stepped on the train. He had told me about it two days ago, when I realized his token was two rings- two engagement rings- in his necklace. And I now how sensitive he is about it. Yet, I blurt out, "You were thinking about Macy, weren't you?"

His head immediately snaps up. I purse my lips as Cameron studies me. Then, the blond boy sighs and nods. "Yeah," he says, sighing. "I'm worried I'll never be able to see her."

I smile reassuringly at him. "Don't worry, you'll survive. After all, you did got 10 on your Private Training. That'll make people interested and maybe you'll get lots of sponsors."

Cameron sigh. "Maybe you're right," he says. "What about you? You said sleep didn't come easily for you. What were you thinking last night?"

I think for a while. For a moment, I was tempted to tell him what I was thinking. About how I'm regretting my decision and turn down Mike's offer. Beside, Cameron is very trustworthy.

But instead, I shake my head and say, "Just some strategy."

At first, Cameron studies me, as if he knows that I'm lying. But he shrugs it off and nods once more. "Alright then," he says. "Anyway, Terri told us to hurry up, take a bath and gather in the dining room. We'll be going in an hour and a half."

Samuel Larsen, 18 (District 12)

Rachel, Jacob and I are having breakfast. Since this is the last time I could actually eat without worrying that anybody around me is trying to kill me, I try to eat in peace. But that's impossible with Jacob and Rachel around.

"Oh come on Rachel," Jacob pleads. "One kiss for good luck?"

Rachel glares at the boy. "No."

"A kiss on the cheek?"

"No."

"Fine," Jacob sighs. "But can you at least let me touch your boobs?"

"Heck no, Ben Israel!"

"What about your a-"

"Don't. You. Even. Dare."

That shuts Jacob up. He looks down at his food and says, "Yes ma'am."

I snicker at the scene in front of me, which also earns me a glare from Rachel as well. So I pretend to cough and look down, hiding a smirk from the brunette.

After a few moments where the three of us can (finally) eat in silence, my mentors walks in. "Good morning," LeRoy greets. "How are you guys doing this morning?"

"Fine," I mumble.

"Nervous," Jacob says.

"Fantastic," Rachel beams in enthusiasm. "I've been waiting for this day, and it has finally come! I am so prepared. Did you know that I've done more than seventy push-ups this morning?"

Beside her, Jacob stares at Rachel, his head on his hand. He sighs admiringly. "My sexy warrior."

That earns him glares from Rachel, Shelby, and LeRoy. Rachel opens her mouth to threaten the boy, but Shelby beats her. "Jacob Ben Israel," she warns, which makes the boy look down immediately.

"Sorry Ms. Corcoran," the boy says abruptly. I smirk at the scene in front of me.

Jacob Ben Israel's idiocy is just plain amusing.

Shelby and LeRoy take a seat beside their daughter (like they always do) and begin to take some food. We eat in silence in a few minutes. Until I clear my throat.

"So," I say. "Do you guys have like, I don't know, last piece of advice or something similar?"

"Right," LeRoy says. "You guys have allies, right?"

"Yes."

"Yeah."

"Nope."

Everybody looks at Jacob in disbelief. "With your low score, you still decide to go solo?" Shelby asks in disbelief.

Jacob blinks, completely clueless. "Yes," he says slowly. "What's wrong with that?"

"Are you-" LeRoy trails off and sighs. "That's a dumb question," he murmurs under his breath. "He is mental."

Jacob frowns. "Um, thanks?"

"Anyway," LeRoy continues. "As soon as the gong sounds, run to the Cornucopia and get things that you really need the most. Weapon, sleeping bag, rope, whatever you think are important. Grab them fast and meet your Allies at a meeting point. Then find water source. Got it?" We nod.

"Also, try to stick with your Allies as long as possible," Shelby says. "They make it easier for you to get food, shelter, and water."

The three of us nod. "Hey, I just realized something," everybody looks at Jacob, who furrows his eyebrow. "Where's Ken?"

LeRoy shrugs. "Overslept, bad hair day, who knows?"

"I think you guys should go to your room and get ready though," Shelby says. "We're leaving in thirty minutes."

Sugar Motta, 16 (District 1)

My dad and I are in an elevator that takes us to the hovercraft pod when he suddenly asks, "Are you nervous?"

I turn to see my dad and laugh. "Nervous? No! Why would I be nervous? I mean in about one and a half hours, I'm going into a place in a middle of nowhere with 35 crazy teenagers who are trying to kill each other. Why should I be nervous?" One look from my dad and I know he doesn't buy it at all. "Yeah," I sigh. "I am. But just a bit!"

"Sweetie, you don't always have to put on a brave face. Not in front of me," he says. He grabs my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. "I've been through this, remember? So I know how it feels."

"I know," I say quietly. "But, I feel like I need to put on a brave face, or else the others will see me as another weak Tribute."

"People won't see you that way, because you're not weak," daddy says. "In fact, you're one of the strongest girl I've ever met. You're fearless and dare to take chances. I guess, you took that from your mother."

I chuckle and shake my head slightly. Silence falls between us as the door slides open, revealing a dim hallway. We walk out of the elevator and make in the hallway. We reach the end of the hallway. My dad was about to open the door when I ask, "Dad, do you think mom would be proud of me? You know, if she's still here?"

He turns around, looking quite surprise. "Of course she would be proud of you," he says. "Seeing her baby girl making it this far. She would be so proud of you."

"What about you dad?" I ask. My dad is a little taken a back by my question. "Are you proud of me?"

"Sweetie," he puts his arm around me and kisses my forehead. "I have always been proud of you," he says, smiling at me. "Now you need to go," he says. Even though he tries to mask it, I know he feels scared and terrified. "I'll try to manage the sponsors to help you out when you need it, alright?" I nod.

I open the door and about to walk out, to the hovercraft pod. But I stop in my track and look back at my dad, who's making his way back to his elevator. "Daddy!"

My dad turns around. "Yes Sugar?"

I run to him and tackle him into a hug. "I love you," I whisper.

Daddy was surprised by my sudden reaction, but finally hugs me bag. "I love you too, Sugar." We stay like that for a while. Then, we break apart, his hands still holding my shoulder. "You're the best thing in my life. The best daughter anyone could ever asked for," he says. Like mine, I see his eyes are getting teary. But I know he's trying to hold it back, for my sake. "Please be careful inside the Arena," he says. "And fight as hard as you can to get out of the Arena."

I smile and nod. "I will."

Artie Abrams, 17 (District 3)

As I wait for one last Tribute to finally board the hovercraft, I sit on my seat, observing how the others are doing.

I see Puck and Lauren, giving each other a sexy look and talk to each other. Quinn and Sam is also talking with each other- no, flirting- with each other. McKynleigh and Bryce are sitting quietly beside each other. Bryce's hand is holding McKynleigh's. Brittany is talking to Santana about Lord Tubbington and his 'smoking problems'. Beside me, Damian is listening to Hannah, who is talking about, as she calls it, 'The Gown Incident'. Though he nods occasionally, or gives a comment, or laughs, I can tell that something is bothering his mind. I can feel that he's tense and a little jumpy.

Well, I can't really blame him though. We are going into the Hunger Games.

Finally, the Tribute we all been waiting for has arrived. Sugar Motta boards the hovercraft and walk confidently to her seat. Though if you look at her closely, you'll see fear in her teary eyes.

She sits down and starts chatting with Mercedes, her smile is back on her face. Though that doesn't hide the fact that she still looks nervous.

I'm not sure why I'm being so nosy, but I keep on staring at her. I'm just curious, what's wrong with her? I mean, I understand why she's nervous. But are her eyes teary? I keep on thinking about it, until I hear Damian says, "What about you, Artie?"

My head snaps at him. I stare at him and blink. "What?"

"What do you think the Arena will be?" Hannah asks. "I'm guessing it's under the sea."

"Which is impossible," Damian says, smirking at Hannah. "And I'm guessing that it's going to be a Labyrinth. What about you?"

"I'm not sure, honestly," I say, pushing my glasses up my nose bridge. "I'm hoping it will be, like, an abandon city. That'd be pretty cool."

Damian smiles and nods. "Cool." Beside him, Hannah opens her mouth to say something. But an announcement over the speaker cuts her off.

"Attention Tributes. This is your captain speaking," the voice- the pilot, I'm guessing- says. "Please be seated. We are going to take off."

The hovercraft door closes. I sit there, waiting for the hovercraft to take off. For a moment, there is nothing but silence between all the Tributes.

Then, I hear an engine starts to run. The lights start to get dim. I look out the window, and sure enough, we're getting higher and higher into the sky. Then when we get to the point where all I can see are clouds in the sky, the hovercraft starts to move forward.

All 36 of us are flying. Towards our death, or our victory, we don't know. It all depends on who will be in the odds' favor.

Brittany S. Pierce, 18 (District 3)

"Santana, you have to see this!" I say, nudging her arm. When she looks at me, I point at the view outside the hovercraft window. "We're so high in the sky!"

Santana chuckles. "Yeah, we are," she says. She takes a long look outside and says, "The clouds look really nice, don't they?"

I nod. "They look really pretty," I say. "Where do you think they're taking us?"

"The Arena," Santana answers simply.

"I know that," I say. "But where exactly. Where is the Arena."

"I don't know, honestly," she says. "And I really don't have a clue. It could be a waste land. Or an icy place. There are lots of possibility."

There is silence between us for a moment. We just stare out of the window as the hovercraft carries us to the Arena. "I'm a little scared."

Santana turns to me, furrowing her eyebrows. "I mean, I'm not like you. You're good with knives. And spears. And swords. And you're also fast. Meanwhile I'm not really that great with weapons. So, what if I, like, accidentally get stabbed by Puck's spears because I didn't dodge it? Or if somebody else kill me in the bloodbath? Or-"

Santana takes my hand and squeezes it reassuringly. "Don't worry Brit," she smiles. "I'll be there too, remember?"

I sigh. "I know," I say. "But what if you got killed?"

Santana just laughs. "Me? Getting killed? Brit, you see how I am with weapons!" A small smile appears on my face and I nod. "There's no way those wimps can beat me. And the Careers? I'll have a plan in mind. I'll protect you, stay by your side. And I'll make sure you'll get home, safe and sound."

I hold up my pinky. "Pinky swear it?" Santana chuckles, which makes me furrows my eyebrows. But then, she links her pinky with mine. With her other hand, she makes an 'x' on her heart. "Cross my heart," she says, smiling genuinely at me.

For some reason, her smile seems to calm me down.

Lindsay Pearce, 17 (District 7)

I am in the waiting room, pacing back and forth nervously. I'm already dressed in my Hunger Games outfit: a tight black jumpsuit and a black boot.

"Lindsay, could you please stop pacing!" I turn to see my stylist, Janice. She's closing her eyes and holding the bridge of her nose, "You started to give me a headache."

"Well guess what? I don't care," I snap at her, annoyed. "Just like how nobody else from the Capitol care that I'll probably be dead in a few minutes, because all they want is only to be entertain."

At this Janice gives me her death glare. "You watch your mouth young lady."

I roll my eyes. "Whatever," I murmur. "I'm going to the bathroom." I don't even bother to wait for Janice's permission and just go.

I close the bathroom door and lock it. I lean on the door and sigh. God, I'm scared.

I thought today, Heath was going to take me up until here. I thought he'll be waiting with me in the waiting room until I step on the pod. But no. Instead of waiting with my brother, who would keep me calm and comfort me in this kind of moment, I'm stuck with my stupid, annoying stylist.

I already have a lot in my mind. I can't just deal with her, not now.

I walk toward the mirror and look at it to find a brunette in a black jumpsuit. Her eyes filled with fear.

"Come on Linds," I tell myself silently. "Heath had trained you to be a fighter. Don't make all his efforts go to waste just because you're scared." I clench my hands, hard. "Don't be a little girl, be a fighter. Have a mindset of a Victor: You're the strongest one. You will win."

"Attention all Tributes," a voice say over a speaker. "The Pod will be launch in a minute."

I take one long look at myself. Then, I sigh and walk out. Janice is sitting on the sofa, checking out her nail art.

Well, at least she's not annoyed anymore.

Suddenly a female voice is speaking through the speaker. "Attention all Tributes. Please step on the pod. It will rise in one minute."

Taking a deep breath, I make my way to the pod. Janice, who has stood up and is now following me towards the pod, says, "Well then Lindsay Pearce. It has been so nice working with you."

I step on the pod and turn around to face Janice. "Thirty seconds," the female voice announces.

"But if you excuse me, I have to go now. So, good-bye. And may the odds be ever in your favor." With that, Janice waves at me and walks away, leaving me alone in this room.

I sigh. Well, I'm all alone now.

The glass cylinder slide close. After a few second, an engine starts to run, which makes me a little nervous. Then, the pod starts to lift me up through a tunnel.

I can only see darkness as I wonder what I'm going to see in a few moments. It makes me nervous again. My heart starts to pound so hard, I can hear it. My stomach starts to churn.

I close my eyes and try to calm down. But I ended up thinking how the Arena looks like. Will it be a wood? Or a waste land? I'm not sure.

As soon as the pod reach the surface I feel the cool breeze. There's a voice of something I have never heard before. But for some reason, it calms me down. The smell of the air is also nice. It's... salty?

I open my eyes, and the sight of the Arena makes me frown. Something is wrong. And no, it's not the Cornucopia. I can see the thing right in front of my eyes, the thing is shining because of the sunlight. And yes, there are weapons and surviving supplies. Some of them are spread outside the Cornucopia, the others are inside. So no, that's not what makes me confused. What confuses me is this: why is the Arena so small?

The pod surrounds the Cornucopia, Like ever other year. But the distance between the shore of the island we are currently on and the Tribute pods are about 500 meters away. And then there's nothing else. Just the sea.

I look at Rachel, who is standing on a pod across me. She's staring at something, something behind me, with her mouth hangs open.

With my eyebrow furrows, I turn around. And I understand why Rachel had her mouth opened. Because standing behind me, beyond the sea, is a tropical island. From the pod, the sand looks white and the jungle looks really thick.

Well, at least it's not a wasteland.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let the 250th Hunger Games Begin!"

Quinn Fabray, 17 (District 2)

I look across the water and at the Cornucopia with my eyes widen. I've seen the Cornucopia before, on television. But I never thought it would be so big. And shiny.

Everything I need are there: food, water, weapons. Everything.

And I will get by hand on it in less than a minute.

I take a closer look, trying to decide what weapon I should take first. The first thing I spot is a sword on the ground. I think I'll just leave that there, since Swordfighting isn't really my strength.

I can see a flask. I'm not sure what's in it. Most likely, it's water. Well, whatever. I don't need that. Not now, to kill off Tributes in the bloodbath.

Deeper in the Cornucopia, I can see a set of bow and arrows. I smirk. There's my weapon. Though there's no way I can make it without anything to defend myself. I need something to defend me.

I scan for the nearest weapon and find a knife. I think I'll take that, since I'm actually pretty good with it.

I close my eyes, trying to memorize the plan.

So, run and grab the knife. Sprint to the bow and arrow, while killing everybody in my way. Kill off some other Tributes until either all of them are dead, or they have run away. And that's when the hunt begin. I open my eyes and smirk.

I am so owning this Games.

I take a look at some of the Tributes. McKynleigh Abrams, the girl from six, looks very nervous. She keeps on glancing at her boyfriend, who smiles reassuringly at her. As if to tell her everything will be alright.

Santana is already in position, ready to sprint towards the Cornucopia. A smug look is on her face. She would sometimes glance nervously at Brittany. I'm not sure if it's true or if it's just me, because she immediately turns her attention back to the Cornucopia.

Cameron Mitchell, the boy from District 11, is ready to sprint. Well, sort of. For some reason, his hand is on his chest, fiddling something. His mouth keeps on moving, as if he's mouthing something.

One of the boy from District 3- Damian, if I'm not mistaken- looks really nervous. No, not nervous, terrified. For some reason, he's staring at the Cornucopia in horror. It's like he has been here before. As if he has experience this before. Like he has been through this before and doesn't like it at all.

I can see Noah, who is beside me, studying the Cornucopia. I'm guessing he's trying to decide which weapons he should take first. Then he turns at me and smiles smugly. You're going down, he mouths

I clench my hand and grit my teeth. Anger and annoyance starts to boil inside me. But then I catch Sam Evan's eyes.

Are you alright? He mouths. He must have realized that I'm pissed off because he looks a little worried.

I smile and nod. I'm fine.

The boy nods and grins back. Good luck, he mouths.

I smile and nod. Like every other time, I feel the feelings that I felt toward Noah Puckerman a year ago. Every time Sam smile, he makes feel happier and my stomach starts to do somersault.

Yes, I very much recognize this feeling.

God Quinn, I scold at myself. You're here to win the Quarter Quell, not to find a boyfriend.

No, I'm here to win, I remind myself. I'm here to prove myself. To show people back home I'm not just 'Frannie Fabray's little sister', or 'The Other Daughter'.

I want to know me as Lucy Quinn Fabray, the Victor of the 10th from District 2.

Also, I want to make my father proud.

I don't want people, especially not my father, to keep on comparing me with Frannie. I'm sick of hearing, 'Why can't you do this like Frannie?' Or 'Frannie would've done it better!'

I'm sick of Frannie getting all the attention, from my father and everybody else in the District. Heck, even when she's getting married soon, lots of people still have a crush on her. And no one pay attention to me. Unless they want to compare me with Ms Perfect.

People need to see me more than the less perfect daughter. Or the girl who related to Frannie. I want them to know me as me.

And to do that, I need to prove them I am better than Frannie.

This is my time to shine. It's time for everybody to recognize me as me, not as Frannie Fabray's less perfect sister. And nobody- not Frannie, nor Puck, nor even Sam Evans- can get in my way.

It's my time in the spotlight.

And nobody can get in my way. Not Frannie, nor Puck.

Not even Sam Evans, despite the feelings I have for him.

I have to win, no matter what the consequences are.

Gong!

AND THE HUNGER GAMES BEGIN!

I'm currently writing the Bloodbath, and I'm trying to get done by next week. So, hopefully, I'll be able to update next week.

So, who are you most excited to see in the Hunger Games? Who do you think will die in the Bloodbath? Oh, and a poll:

Who do you think will win the Quarter Quell?

Please review and tell me :)