The First Annual Hunger Games

Aaden's P. O. V.

I am not happy about having Jonas along. Like...at all. He is going to drive my Genevieve away from me with whatever it so special about him to her. Why else would she have talked to him and then allied with him?

She is asleep on top of the giant 1, curled up against a backpack full of supplies that she got a hold of earlier. I am beside her, and her knees are pressed to my stomach as her head rests on the backpack. I smile as I realize that, and my grin only broads when I see Jonas ontop of the 3. He must know he's not welcome near me...

When his eyes open, I send a snarl towards him noiselessly. He glares right back, rolling on his other side as I send him the middle finger. Damned fool...

Maple's P. O. V.

I am shivering when I wake up. Sync and I are in a building, like a few other tributes, on the top floor. The others will start worrying about death a little more today, since this is the first real day of the Games. Sync is in the next room, probably still asleep in the bed he'd found. I roll over in my own bed, staring at the ceiling with my adrenline pumping.

I'm going to die...

I think about my fight with the District 12 boy and shiver. I could've died yesterday...what would Sync have been doing now if he lost me? We're brother and sister...I hope he doesn't try suicide if I die before he does, if he does. I'm going to have to more careful if I want to prevent both of our deaths...

Slipping out from under the sheets, I look out of the window. Sure was a depressing arena...there are about three tributes asleep on the Cornupia, so Sync and I will have to be quiet if we leave this building. It was a house at point, but there are several holes in it. Poor District 13 family...

"Let's go," my brother says, and I am being dragged off before I can tell him that we can't go out of the front door.

Valerina's P. O. V.

Where are Emmi and Eve? my normal groggy mind jumps to a start when I wake up in the morning, my hands touching my shoulders instantly to check for them. Then I remember where I am, who I was with, and what will probably happen to me.

LeShay is asleep beside me still. She is in the sleeping bag she'd scored at the Cornopia: We'd snuck in after the other tributes had cleared out, watching them all try to find somewhere to sleep in the shadows. It proved a useful stragety...but we'd both about had heart attacks when the Distict 3 boy almost saw us.

"Shay?" I whisper softly, shaking her shoulder firmly, "we need to get going."

The real danger would start today, I'm sure. The other tributes are probably getting stragedies on to live another day, if they don't already have one.

"I'm worried about that Distirct One boy..." she yawns as she rolls up the sleeping back, yanking a hand through her tangled brown hair, "he seems kinda ruthless."

"I know..." I bit my lower lip, "well, let's see if we can find a weapon and find somewhere to hide out." I pray we don't have to kill anyone just yet...neither of us will probably be able to live with that guilt.

Shimmer's P. O. V.

I didn't sleep at night, telling the others I was going to keep watch. That idiot District One boy, Leon, didn't listen, and now he was still wide-awake beside me. Both of us our gripping our weapons: Me with my knives, he with his sword with all the blood on it. The District Two boy, Mark, was awake by now and trying to stab himself in the heart with a stick.

"You suicidal?" this guy hadn't proven useful, and I am already pissed off at him.

"Please," he looks up to me, using this big brown eyes on me that only makes me more angry at him, "kill me. Just end my life and get me out of here."

I don't bother to ask if why he wants to die. I know how this guy feels...I get the feeling sometimes, too. But there is no way in hell I'd ever admit it openly. Instead, I shove a knife into his chest and turn away, looking to our new ally. He came to us bleeding heavily, and I know he'll be gone by noon today. He's too badly wounded...that's the only reason he's here. Besides, he was that District Four boy.

BOOM!

Mark's cannon just sounded. His blood spurts across my hand, and I wipe it off casually on my leg. Nothing I'm not used to from my Peacekeeper opponents...

"Huh," the other boy, Reagon, looks up with kind of a crooked grin that's as crazy as mine, "so that's what happens when you die." He dies with the same creepy look on his face.

BOOM1

And they thought I was mental;the dude was still grinining!

Sontal's P. O. V.

I ambled around for a while, trying to stay out of sight of the District 3 boy and girl as well as the District 7 boy, trying to figure out which ally Annalisa was in. The pack was still attached to my back, and that's when I heard two cannons fire. My heart wrenched a bit as I quickened by pace, jumping over broken pieces of glass, avoiding cracks.

So far, Oliver from District Five, Mark from District Ten, and Jennette from District Four were dead. That left 21 of us since the past night, and now it was 19. 19 young adults, fighting for their lives till bitter death, and five young adults who had lost the battle before a full day had passed.

It was horrifying.

I wonder if Annalisa was part of the two who just deceased. No, she would've been stronger than that...unless she ran into a larger opponent. My heart wrenchs and twists again as I keep walking, not risking to call her name as I think more about the Games.

I hope Sonmet and Grandma will support me with the Sponshorship System soon.