Kk, I decided not to do interviews. They are long, boring, and too repetitive for me. I'm a rather impatient person. So doing a quick fast-forward here (sorry Caesar Flickerman)...

"Good morning Panem!" Claudius Templesmith booms into his mic, "This is the moment you've all been waiting for! The 80th Hunger Games!" He looks around the VIP section of a viewing room, they are cheering like it's the best thing ever. Which, of course, it is. Who doesn't want to see twenty-four teens battle it out to the death?

"This year expect all the norm: hope and disappointment, love and betrayal, life and death! And now, without farther delay, this year's Hunger Games! As I speak, the tributes are being raised into the arena..."

Sammy Jester (D10)

My stylist looks confused. My guess is that the required clothes aren't outlandish enough for her. She sighs, "Usually you get hints of what your wearing, based off of your clothing. But I can't tell a thing!"

I look down. It's pretty much typical clothing. Something you see everyday. It's just jeans, a black t shirt, and a sweatshirt jacket. I guess that means it won't be a desert. But that's the only thing I've eliminated from the list of possible arenas. It could be anything else. Not even the sky is the limit! There is no limit!

It's hard enough knowing that each breath might be my last. Real pleasant thought there. But on top of that, there is that psycho chick from 1 who wants to kill me! Well, everyone wants to kill me, but she is by far the scariest. I'm on her own personal hit list and it's not a place that I want to be! I watched her throw those knives around like it was nothing. I'd rather not be killed by one of those things. I'm going to avoid her at all costs!

"Good luck," my stylist says as I step onto the silver plate. The clear tubing encases me and I am lifted into the air.

Darcy Plear (D6)

I open my eyes, but I can't see a thing. It's so bright. I blink a couple times and my vision adjusts. This can't be happening. I must be dreaming.

I'm in the...Training Center? Yeah, that's it. It seems to be exactly the same. Booths line the gray walls. Ok, there is supplies scattered randomly throughout the room on counters, on the floor, everywhere. That's the only difference I can see. This really can't be the arena, can it? It's so, small and enclosed. If this is it, we'll all be dead within an hour or two. Wait, there are the stair doors and elevators. I'm sure I can escape through the one of them. Why else would they be there?

The countdown begins. Less than a minute to go. Thirty seconds. Twenty five seconds. Ten seconds. Time seems to tick by ever so slowly, my heart pounds about a million times per second.

Let the chaos begin: five, four, three, two, one. The gong goes off with a loud crash. The sound reverberates through the large room, echoing over and over again.

I don't take my eyes off the door as I make a mad dash for it. I stoop to grab a knife and a small bag that was in my path, but that's it. I want to survive this.

D.C. Codes (D4)

This place is weird. Oh well. Won't stop me any.

The second I can, I leap off my silver platform. Weapons first, supplies later. Change order. Kill first. Weapons second. Supplies, well I'll get to them later. They are kinda needed, I think.

My first victim dashes by. She's heading for somewhere. I don't know where. I just know that she's not gonna make it. She's tiny. Don't know who she is. District 9 maybe? It doesn't matter.

I grab her thin arm and yank her back. She screams as her arm snaps and breaks. Her pain just fuels me. I'm not going to be completely cruel. I will kill her fairly quickly. I could be mean and make it last for awhile. But this isn't a good place to do that. I have to watch my back.

I wrap my hands around her throat and squeeze ever so gently, lifting her completely off the ground. She gasps quickly and then kicks out, trying to hit me. Her short helpless legs don't even get close. She struggles less and less as I tighten my grip. I smile as her skin goes ashen. The lights slowly fade from her blue eyes, leaving them dull and lifeless.

Too easy. I throw her small body to the ground and stalk off to find my next target.

Silver Manhatten (D1)

I trained for years for this moment, and now that it's here, it almost unbelievable. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited. It just doesn't seem true.

The arena/Training center seems a bit unorganized. Instead of everything piled in one place, it just looks like someone just randomly scattered various supplies and weapons all over the place. Odd. Not what I was expecting. I was hoping for something a little more orderly.

I scan the room, looking for my weapon. I could use anything, but I must say I have my favorites. Of course, it HAS to be on the far side of the room. I'm sure the gamemakers did that on purpose. Don't want things to be too easy.

As soon as the gong rings I run. I have to get this. I duck as a spear narrowly misses me. Wow, that was fast! It must've been right next to someone's start point. Not fair.

I keep a look out of my surroundings; I'd rather not die before I even get a weapon! From my peripheral vision, I see that District 4 chick, Crowe, mercilessly stab that District 7 girl in the chest. She doesn't even flinch as the blood splatters her. She better join our alliance now. She's too much of a threat to have wandering around. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

I don't stop. It seems like forever since I took my first step but it's only been a minute or two. I grab the handle of a hammer, it's lighter than I'd like but it's still useful. That 3 boy stumbles in my way. Stupid. There is no room for idiots in the Games. I send the hammer crashing upon his head. He doesn't make a sound as he crumbles to the ground in a heap. I leap over his body and back into the battle.

Samuel Austen (D12)

I'm thrown into a fight for the death. What's the worst that can happen? Well, the list goes on. And on. And on. And on.

My mentor Crash said to avoid the Cornucopia at all costs. Well guess what? There is no freaking Cornucopia! What do I do now!

That demented chick from comes charging, her blade glints in the fluorescent lighting. She swings it up in a sweeping arc and sends it crashing down.

On me. I barely feel it. You gotta be effin' kidding. Shit.

Annastell Hubert (D8)

Oh my gosh.

The gong loudly echoes again and again and again. It won't stop. My ears are going to be ringing after this, if I survive this.

I hear crashes and clatters. I have no idea what is going on! Everything is so loud and wild. There's already a dead person on the floor. Oh my gosh, she's dead! A dead person. I know that's the whole point of this, but still. She's dead. She won't ever breathe, talk, or laugh again. It's so final.

There's got to be some way out of here! My eyes can barely focus on anything. Everything is happening so fast.

Finally I spot it. A door. An escape. A hope. I don't watch what's going on around me. I focus solely on my path out of destruction.

"Annastell!" A voice calls out. Don't turn around. Don't turn around.

I turn around and see Fray running after me, "Wait up! I need to tell you something!" he calls out.

He can't call out anymore after that.

Behind him, Slice heaves a spear. It goes cutting through the air. I catch my breath as it goes piercing through Fray's thin body with a sickening thud. The sharp metal end protrudes out, completely skewering him. Blood goes flying out of him, creating a firework of red.

Someone is screaming. It takes me a minute to realize that it is me. I turn and run for my life.

Claudius Templesmith looks around at the carnage strewn around him. The floor is splattered with the red blood. This isn't dirt, so it won't absorb the stains into the earth. Five bodies, never to breath again. All in all, it wasn't a bad bloodbath, not the best, but it could've been worse. Granted, it will be sure to get better as the stakes get higher.

He smiles a somewhat sly grin and lists the tributes (bold ones are alive, tells who their allies are.):

D1 Silver Manhatten, 15 ~(Rubye, Alex, Abby, D.C.)

D1 Rubye Glitter, 17 ~ (Silver, Alex, Abby, D.C)

D2 Alexander "Alex" Lear, 17 ~(Silver, Rubye, Abby, D.C.)

D2 Absinthe "Abby" Pryse, 18 ~(Silver, Rubye, Alex, D.C.)

D3 West Greeter, 15 ~ (head smashed by hammer, courtesty of Silver)

D3 Katsu Mirehi, 14 ~

D4 Dexter "D.C." Codes, 17 ~(Silver, Rubye, Alex, Abby)

D4 Crowe Garnet, 16 ~

D5 Jeremy Soraks, 16 ~

D5 Echo Drifting, 18 ~(Rayd, Reeve, Cane)

D6 Rayd Wister, 18 ~(Echo, Reeve, Cane)

D6 Darcy Plear, 14 ~

D7 Reeve Solomon, 17 ~(Echo, Rayd, Cane)

D7 Cascade Price, 16 ~ (stabbed by Crowe)

D8 Fray Lancing, 13 ~ (speared in back by Slice)

D8 Annastell Hubert, 15 ~

D9 Slice, 16 ~

D9 Mackensie Marble, 12 ~ (neck snapped by D.C.)

D10 Samantha "Sammy" Jester, 16 ~

D10 Jeffery "Jeff" Jester, 17 ~

D11 Cane Jacobi, 14 ~(Echo, Rayd, Reeve)

D11 Nala Wheat, 17 ~

D12 Samuel Austen, 12 ~ (Got in Katsu's way, decapitated)

D12 Trip Moors, 15 ~

Sorry, each POV was kinda short. I was trying to get a lot of shorter scenes in. Bloodbath's are a little bit chaotic. POV's will probably be longer in other chapters.

Huge thank you to the Vice President Gamemaker, packman23!