It's here! What we've all been waiting for! Drum roll PLEASE! The beginning*cough, BLOODBATH, cough* of the 94th Hunger Games! Like I said before, the POV's in the Arena are chosen by random, so no, Amelie will not be the only perspective, she is just the name I drew for the first chapter. Sponsoring is a difficult thing to put into the story so here's how it will work: You just leave a review (On a real account, not anonymously) with the name and district of the character you would like to sponsor. I will then take out one of the five slips of paper with that tribute's name. Five sponsors per tribute. It's too hard to specifically send them things, but you can still help their chances a lot by just submitting their name. Each person can sponsor two tributes and you can only sponsor each tribute once every other chapter, cause we can't have everyone survive forever. Sorry for taking so long to explain and I hope the rules make sense, if not PM me and I can try to explain better. Anyways, here you go!

Amelie DeVries POV

I pace nervously in my form fitting black jumpsuit outfit. All of us tributes match, making us all kind of look like spies, or ninjas, or something. My hair is tied back in a strict ponytail and fear is already making it hard to breathe. I am not a normally high-strung person, but I think that anyone can understand my uncharacteristic nervousness.

Some of the other tributes are in clumps, with their allies. Others are trying to make themselves as scarce as possible. Then all of our mentors rushed in and hurried us to our podiums. My mentor, Topaz Lewa, directed me to my spot on the right end of the semi circle.

"Remember, avoid as much of the blood bath as you can. Just get something, anything, within your reach. Then run." I nod, not really retaining any information at this point.

I struggle to put on a fierce looking expression as my pedestal is raised up to the Cornucopia. It is lifted up so, so slowly it seems, and I fear that I might lose my mind before I even see the Arena. Finally though, I am blinded by the artificial sunlight of the Arena. I blink until my vision clears and gasp.

It's beautiful. I see tall trees in front of me and smell pollen in the air. I look past the trees and make out a waterfall. A big waterfall. Big enough to share it with another tribute without getting caught. My plan begins to take shape. I carefully twist my head around backwards and check out the rest of my surroundings.

Behind me, there is a deep valley filled with flowers (That must be where the scent of pollen is coming from) of all colors and variety. I know better than to go there though. They are likely some sort of trap.

I count in my head from sixty. Fifty-seven, fifty-six, fifty-five.

I will probably die within the next eleven minutes, I think with a dizzying certainty.

Forty-three, forty-two, forty-one.

I force myself to calm down and think. If I can just get a weapon, any weapon, from the Cornucopia and make it to that waterfall, I'll be okay. I know that I'm lying to myself. I won't be okay.

Thirty-four, thirty-three, thirty-two.

I've managed to completely convince myself of this. I'm so afraid of death, suddenly. I was never one to laugh in the face of it, but now it's just too real. I fight to control my exterior from showing my inner desperation.

Twenty-eight, twenty-seven, twenty-six.

No. I refuse to die today.

Sixteen, fifteen, fourteen.

I won't lie down to die before I've fought.

Eleven, ten, nine.

I'm going to kill every one of my opponents.

Seven, six, five.

I'm going to win the Hunger Games.

Three, two-

Now.

One.

The gong rings and before I know it, I am flying through the air, my feet pounding on the woodland grass, faster than I've ever run before. My eyes dart around while I run into the Cornucopia. I spot a long thin knife just inside the entrance. I grab it mid-step. I spin around and am speeding back out even faster than I came in. I hear yelling and screaming, but it doesn't quite register. As I leave the bloodbath, I spot some trapping supplies: A couple nets, triggers and ropes. I change direction to get them while they are unguarded.

I scoop them up and begin to run, knife in my right hand and a pack of traps over my shoulder, when I see the District 9 boy, Brazer something-or-other, trying to sneak up behind me. I whip around and thrust the knife into his neck. He gurgles and I struggle to yank my weapon out before someone else notices me. When I finally free the rapier, I sprint into the forest in the direction of the falls. I have a painful stitch in my side and it's getting harder to keep running, but I force my feet to cooperate. I have to get as far away from the Cornucopia as I can. For now, at least. After I have been running for what feels like hours, my legs feel like lead and I am beginning to doubt my sense of direction.

The cries of the bloodbath have long since faded, and I wonder who is still in the competition. Not Brazer, I think smugly, then gasp. How could I be happy about another person's, another child's, death. Especially one that I caused.

I trudge onward for three more long hours and know that night will fall soon. I have to get to the waterfall first. If I can just get there, I might make it through the first night.

After walking for another few hours, I know that I must have gone the wrong way. I should have reached it by now. I sit down at the base of a tree in defeat. Somebody just kill me quickly.

I lean my head against the trunk and close my eyes. There is a dull hum. It relaxes and nearly lulls me to sleep until my eyes snap open. Hummmmm. It sounds like…

I leap up, energy and spirit renewed. I sprint in the direction of the hum and it grows louder. Suddenly I break through the trees and am staring and am staring at the largest, most inviting looking waterfall I have ever seen. Well, technically, the only waterfall I have ever seen. But I have seen pictures and none of them looked this good.

I am galloping towards it when I realize something. It looks too good. I wilt. If something looks too good to be true in the Arena, it probably is. I carefully make my way to the edge of the receiving pond and kneel. I cup both hands and lower them into the water. I have to bite my tongue to keep from shrieking in pain. I hug my hands to my chest and stare at the acid water with a look of betrayal. Too good to be true.

R.I.P

In memory of those who fought and perished in the first bloodbath of the 94th Hunger Games

Claire Lanswood, District 10, Female, 16

Brazer Timmons, District 9, Male, 16

Vader Ylpeys, District 12, Male, 18

Danielle Mer, District 4, Female, 18

Vicus Wend, District 8, Male, 13

You live on forever in your loved one's hearts