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Twiff Lorie (D9)

My eyes snap open thirty-five seconds before the alarm sounds off. With the tension of this day, it was a miracle that I could sleep at all.

The alarm beeps, and I slam my hand down, looking at it. Six forty-five, this is the moment that I woke up for the Games.

My mentor knocks on the door and tells me to get ready, and I comply. I just put on a random outfit from my cabinet, and walk out with my fellow tributes to the platform that will lower me into the arena.

As I walk, I think about everything. Everything that I know, every fact that will help me through these Games, and most importantly, every scrap of knowledge I have on my competition.

I've been able to watch how well people do with certain weapon, how good they are at picking things up, helpful things that will keep me safe.

I've been trying to keep my photographic memory hidden. I needed to be completely sure to keep it a secret. If other people know about it, they'll consider me dangerous, turning my strength into a weakness.

I have several Hunger Games recorded that I've had to watch because of Capitol policies. I have ten Hunger Games recorded, and bits and pieces of several others as well. However, I tend to have the misfortune of occasionally flipping to a channel that's in the middle of the Hunger Games. Occasionally, I decide to look at the District Nine girl to see where she is in those Games, occasionally those that I don't know, despite knowing their fate. From what I've observed, the girl from District Nine has approxiametely a twenty-nine percent chance of getting out of the bloodbath.

That's a higher rate than most other non-career tributes, but it's really just a statistic, one that I made up no less.

In the end, I don't care what anyone says. Even if I were to tell myself that I wouldn't make it, I would just ignore myself and do whatever I can to win.

I am walked to the drop pad's with my District partner's.

Each has the feel of a specific type of person.

Nimbus' tension is obvious, I know the muscles in his neck are tighter than ever. Unlike other nervous tributes, there's a feeling of calmness, the kind people have when they have been training for something for a while and actually get to try it. The feel of a warrior.

Orion's footsteps are very coordinated, his steps precise but natural. That and his strength aren't from any type of training, but from experience in doing activities he enjoys over and over again. The feel of an athlete.

I see through Dreama. She's been avoiding attention, but I recall her excitement at the Reapings, despite how well hidden it was. I also have a blurred image of her running from the training room with a smile on her face She didn't want to be seen. She threw the knife that almost killed me. Dreama is holding in all of the ever-building joy in her body, just waiting to get started. The feel of a killer.

Then there's me. I have a good memory, but what am I? I only know a lot of information but my skill with weapons isn't the best.

Having a photographic memory gives a person the ability to hold an amazing wealth of knowledge, this is the first time I have this so many questions that I can't answer on my own. Questions I never even thought about until I was plunged into this situation.

What am I? What awaits me in the future? Will I be able to survive to see tomorrow? So much unanswered, and regrettably, these Games are the only thing that can tell me what the answers to these questions are.

Alyssa Ruth (D10)

I'm lowered into the arena slowly, and the countdown begins.

"59… 58… 57…"

I look around the arena frantically so that I know what I need to do. I can feel my heartbeat slowing down slightly as I get a good look at the arena. Or at least a part of it that I'm inside.

Everyone is inside of a massive tent. It has alternating stripes of colors, changing between a sickly yellow, and a disgusting red hue. I smile slightly, recognizing what I've only seen a handful of times.

I'm in a circus tent. I remember the days when my Dad and my brother's would walk in here, always excited to see some of the performances. Amazing acts were performed right in front of our eyes, some that seemed completely impossible. That was all so much fun to watch, but I'm not watching this time. I'm part of the act.

I look around to see several flaps held open by rope, and I notice one right behind me. That will be where I leave from.

The floor of this place… it isn't even a floor. I'm being suspended in the air by ropes tied together to make a makeshift floor. They're so thick, I bet they're impossible for anyone to cut through. I look ahead and soo that the ropes start to form holes that slowly get larger. I should try staying away and just wait for everyone near the outside of the bloodbath.

"Eyaaaa-" I hear a sharp shriek right before I notice a flash and an explosion goes off. I turn to where it came from and shudder as a few drops of liquid spatter onto me… blood… oh my God, a person just blew up!

I nearly fall over myself when I realize this, and I look around to see who it was. As I'm searching, I noticeAlexandria, in a state of shock… it must have been Ess.

A person is dead… I saw her just yesterday… talking, eating, training, laughing… living…

I inhale a deep breath of air and try to psyche myself up. I knew that this would be inevitable, I can't be afrid of dead… more like I can't keep my mind on it. I can barely watch a person getting killed… hopefully there will be animal's in the arena that I can get help from.

"30… 29…28…"

Not much time left. I take a look around to see what a few people near me are doing. Riley looks very confident and nonchalant about this whole thing. She trained with a sword, so she has good reason.

Next to her, Gel looks like he's going to fall asleep while he's standing. It's a wonder he hasn't fallen of his stand yet.

On my right is the worst person that I could have next to me, Atherton Desby. He keeps clenching and unclenching his fists, taking deep breaths like a bull getting ready to stampede at a red target. Then again, I think that's a bit mean to bull's…

Next to him, I notice Sparky who make eye contact with me. He was nice enough to team up with me, and we've been getting along pretty well. His eyes motion towards the cornucopia and he gives me a quick nod.

I turn and see what he means. A Vile is floating down in a gold parachute. The different color is to let tributes know that it isn't a sponsor gift. It's one of the few things that can't be bought in the Hunger Games.

Sparky wants to get it before anyone else can. It's risky, but I don't have time to talk him out of it. We're almost out of time. Alright…

"3…"

…here…

"2…"

…we…

"1…"

Go!

I start my sprint towards the cornucopia at full speed, and scarcely miss Atherton charging at me. He misses and I make the mistake of turing back to see where he went. I look just in time to watch smash Riley in the face with his fist, cracking several bones unison with her terrified screaming.

I would have fainted if I were watching at home, but I can't afford tht here. I turn away and do my best to ignore Atherton viciously beating the once beautiful girl to death. The Vile is in my sights, and me and Sparky are almost near it. No turning back now.

Sommer Riley (D2)

"Hahahaha!" I laugh out loud as I run across to the Cornucopia. I'm so excited about everything!

This is all so amazing! I can't believe we get to be in the Hunger Games!

"I know, right! Everything is just so exciting!"

In the past few days, I've confirmed something extremely obvious. Every guy is in love with me!

Well, duh. How can a guy not be in love with you, it's unrealistic. I think there were even a few girls hoping you'd show some skin. Hint hint.

"Aha! I'm not that generous to just aaaaaaanybody!" As I swing a pack across my shoulder, ignoringAustin's staring at m, all because of my good looks, I suddenly feel a surge of rage. "If that was true than that little coal beetle from 12 would be right about me-I think-, and he can't be right! Only I can be right, and he has to be crazy!"

Yeah, he's in love with you, how does questioning you make sense?

"It doesn't! Graaaaagh this is so annoying! I need to freakin' cut someone!" I swiftly reach for a knife and sprint for the nearest person I can. I try stabbing her in the head, but instead of a lot of blood coming out of it, only a little trickles down, and she just topples back.

I get on top of her and stab her in the throat, but it doesn't cut!

"Stupid knife! Stupid Twelve! Stupid girl! Stupid, stupid, stupid!" I smash the knife into her throat, but it just doesn't work no matter how many times I try it.

I just keep stabbing and stabbing, and the girl keeps screaming and coughing, struggling to stop me I'm much stronger than her. Her attempts are pointless.

After a few seconds, her struggling slows and I can tell she's dying. Her throat's collapsed from my knife hitting it… what the hell kind of knife is this!

...Wait… Sommer, which end of the knife were you using?

"What are you saying? I'm obviously… whoops, wrong end." I can't believe I held a knife backwards and stabbed a person with the dull end! I felt so angry… now I just feel so lame! I bet the other careers back home think I'm one of those beautiful ditz', but I was just angry. Plus, it doesn't really matter, this girl's dead either way.

For kicks and laughs I slash her throat properly and watch what little life is in her eyes fade away.

I turn around to hear a loud cry and turn to see that fire lover Sparkly on the floor… with a chunk of his neck missing…

Sommer, stop focusing on pointless deaths! Where's Teddy? I know you may be in love with Jake, but you might also love him too.

"Oh, right, he's… fighting someone… and there's blood on his shirt!"

Teddy must be injured! Sommer, look, there's a Vial floating down! And a sword! Grab both and save Teddy so he'll finally love you!

Teddy Jameson (D2)

I swing my sword down, cutting this little harvester again. A few more drops of blood spatter onto my shirt, but it isn't enough. It's just a little, not enough to kill.

I need more blood.

This runt's starting to test my patience He's smaller than me, younger, and weaker, bbt he's determined. I attacked him thinking I'd get an easy kill, but he's wasting my time.

I swing my sword and he jumps back again, just like before. Then he sprints forward and manages to nick me with one of his knives before I punch him in the chest, forcing him away.

His injuries are small, but he's losing a lot of blood. It's obviously just a struggle for him to stand up. It's time for me to make my kill.

I charge forward, and just as I'm about to stab him, five long, thin white claws pierce through his chest, and he's lifted up. I jump back, prepared to fight whatever muttation this is I watch with disappointment as the light fades from I think his name wasJudah.

I was supposed to kill him, and when the body s tossed aside, I'm even more upset. Sommer killed him, just when I was about to.

"Teddy, don't worry, you're safe with me! See, look at the power the Vial gave me." Sommer holds up her freakish clawed hand with pride as it slowly retracts and her hand returns to normal.

I don't say anything. I only do what every fiber of my being has always told me to do to idiots: kill.

I try hitting her with my sword and she just dodges me screaming, "Teddy, wait, stop! You aren't supposed to kill me, you're supposed to love me!" She want's love? I'll give her the toughest love that anyone's ever seen.

I swing at her again, and she just block my sword with hers. After I make the same attempt at her again, she just says, "Teddy, I don't know what you're thinking, but I won't hurt you." I attack her again, and knock her sword out of her hand.

That's good, killing her will be easier. Slightly more disappointing, but still fun.

She's faster than me, but the spaces in the rope floor hinder her movement. She trips in one of them, and falls to the ground.

This is it, this is where I finally finish her All of those years of attention and annoyance, all of it is going to be paid back in full.

"Teddy, behind you!"

I spin around to see the small girl Dia from 3 trying to stab me in the back She's too late though, and I quickly jab my sword through her stomach.

Then, before I can even pull it out, I see my ally Jake sned his broad sword straight into her skull.

Why is it that everyone is stealing my kills?

I push the body off my sword, and get a hard punch in the face from Jake and fall on my back. And I mean hard, something I really wouldn't expect from him.

"What the He-!" Jake steps on my face as he walks past me to roughly lift Sommer to her feet.

"Everyone, kill as many people as you can, I don't care who. And try not to die." He says mechanically. I notice a warmth that was in his eyes gone. When he stepped on my face, did he even acknowledged me?

I'm trying to take in a few things at one time. Why did Sommer help me after all I've done for her? She actually saved my life… and Jake's sudden mood shift. He suddenly became so cold, and this guy is so nice it bugs me.

Unfortunately, I'm forced to scatter and look for anyone to kill. I'd rather not be around Jake, he… well I'm not scared, but… he gives me a bad feeling.

I need to get this off my mind. I look at my ally Cade running towards me.

"Hey, are you alright?" he stops in front of me, looking at the blood on my shirt, and waits for a response. I give him one.

I pierce his heart before he can even consider using that stupid staff of his.

I yank it out of him, and as he falls to the ground, I tell him, "No, I'm feeling confused, but thanks for letting me relieve some stress." Several more Vial's float down for the careers, and I move to gather them as I was told to by Jake. I have a feeling that disobedience isn't tolerated by Jake, and I may as well comply as long as I can kill.

The feeling of taking a person's life, knowing you can take away so much from people, knowing that I can do that is the most comforting thought I can think of.

Aleecia Grenwood (D13)

Everything going on around me can only be described in one word: chaos.

Everywhere I look, I can see tributes running in every direction. By now, over a quarteer have made it out of the Bloodbath, and soon I'll be one of them.

I search the area to observe what's going on with fights as I head towards a backpack, careful to avoid anyone that I can. Next to the pack I can see a spool of wire that would be prefect for me, along with a small knife. A long trek, but worth it.

I notice Azure shooting an arrow into Cavet's leg as Annabeth throws both axes n her hand, left first, then right, at both her and Tarou two of them. Since when is she so good? The pair doesn't get intjured, but the axes let Annabeth and Angus get a chance to help Cavet hobble away. The two from 8 decide that pursuing them would do more harm then good and run away themselves, seeming hesitant for some reason.

The Careers are having a field day, but not without their share of difficulties.

Cobalt is going at it with Orion who's freaking out and thrashing him He's panicked and unfocused, something I could use to my advantage, but Cobalt simply isn't as smart. He just keeps charging right at him, hoping for the best.

Devonte is barely avoiding throwing knives from Alexandria as he dashes away from the fighting. She has plenty of other targets as well, and runs off for someone else as I turn away.

I quickly grab the bag that's at my feet, ignoring the terrified yelling of Xell and Kate.

I intended to stay out of sight from everyone, but my plan is ruined when I'm tackled by somebody. It's Cindia Jodoin, and she looks ready to kill.

"I'm sorry." She says.

She wraps her hands around my neck and I try pulling them off desperately. Her grip only tightens and I start to panic. I've been planning for all sorts of scenarios, but I never expected that I'd get caught by anyone in the Bloodbath!

I let my grip relax and calm myself down as best as I can so I can think of a plan. Unfortunately, all I can think of is taking a stray knife and stabbing her in the hand.

Cindia clutches her arm in pain and I slip out from under her. I run my fastest, but Cindia is much faster than I am and tackles me to the ground. This time, she isn't as kind to me. Instead of apologizing to me, she coldly puts her right hand, the one covered in blood from her arm, over my face, covering my mouth and shutting my nose.

I lost my knife, so the only thing I can do is struggle to get her off. I start to panic again, I begin to lose consciousness and my struggling slows.

I'm dying. This is the last thing I planned for. I start wondering who I'd see if I were to die. Would I see my parents? Or would they be living carefree life somewhere, not ever realizing their daughter is dead?

Just as I'm about to pass out, I see a blurred image of something hitting Cindia in the face. I look to my side and my vision clears to reveal Cindia clutching her face in pain. As she stands up, I see that her nose badly broken.

She runs back in my direction, and I wince, thinking she's coming for me when she's actually going after the person behind me. She jumps over me and gets into a fist fight with… Jak?

Why is Jak here? He has blood on his shoe, and he's the only one here, it's obvious he saved my life by kicking Cindia in the face, but… why?

"Bitch!" Jak swings at Cindia, landing a good punch at her left cheek, and she screams in pain. She just hits him back, hard, shouting,

"Shut up! I have to do this! It's the only way I can be together with my boyfriend!" Whoever this boyfriend is, he's obviously got her deeply in love. There isn't any reasoning with a person so entranced by her horomones.

Cindia slugs Jak in the gut and he screams in pain, but powers on, ignoring his uncontrollable coughing. He grabs Cindia by her shoulder and forces her forward to his side as he smashes his knee into her gut.

This isn't good, neither seems to be giving out.

Cindia is the stronger of the two, and she's stronger than Jak, but he's obviously been training in fighting longer than her.

I reach out and finger a knife, considering what I should do. With my knife throwing skills I've gained, thank goodness I decided on getting a new hobby, I have three base options.

One, I can run away from the two of them and hope that they kill each other. If I avoid getting involved, that means that I have the least chance of getting harmed by either of them.

Two, I can use this knife to help Jak kill Cindia. Jak did save my life from her, but that might have been an accident. He may have been focused on eliminating the most dangerous competition first.

Three, I could grab this knife and a few others, and use them to kill both tributes. This way I'd have two kills at the beginning of these Games, and plenty of sponsors.

…Choice two it is. Jak is an intelligent person, and I dropped my act in front of him momentarily on the train. Even if he hadn't figured out I was acting, he'd still be suspicious, and would have used the knife that was near me to take care of one of his potential threats before quickly moving onto the next.

There's plenty of light in the tent, enough for me to reflect off my knife. I shine a small glare into his face and he realizes what I'm planning immediately.

"Jak, now!" I shout, and Jak forces Cindia into the path of my knife. The knife hits her in the back, and while it isn't an instant kill, it's still fatal.

Cindia turns to me in a rage, and Jak takes full advantage of this. He pushes her to the ground and yanks the knife out of her back, stabbing her with it again and again and again until she stops moving completely.

By the time Jak's done, his hands and legs are covered in blood, but he looks undaunted. The way you need to feel in this place. Jak runs over to me, and I instinctively enter a defensive stance.

Thankfully, he grabs me by the arm and yanks me away to one of the open flaps of the tent.

"Stay here, I'm going to get us supplies." Before he runs off, I need to check his logic for saving me. Logic is the most reliable thing for anything, it kept me alive until Jak helped me. How would keeping me alive be logical for him?

"Wait!"

"What!"

"What do you hope to gain?"

"I don't have time to go into detail, but acting crazy was dammed clever, and you were an amateurish actor when I looked close, meaning you thought of it on the fly. I hoped to gain an ally, and right now I hope to gain a few supplies and weapons that won't end up through my body! I need to go!" Jak runs off and I start thinking about his answer.

Every bit of it made sense and was perfectly logical. He went through a lot of work to keep me alive, confirming his statement.

Congratulations Jak, you wanted an ally, you've got one.

Liss Mason (D4)

Where are you? Where are all of you!

This is bad, I'm trying to get away from the Cornucopia searching for my allies, trying to get out as fast as possible. It may sound dumb, but leaving is easier said than done.

Getting near the Cornucopia is a balancing act, with no net to fall into. All that's down there is some weird black floor that comes alive. I know because I watched it happen.

Jake had gotten into a fight with Dirk, something about an ally, and Jake suddenly snapped. Sure, Dirk started shouting, but Jake didn't need to take a mace to his legs. I saw the way his face lit up whenever he ran, he loved doing it.

At least he didn't have to suffer a life without legs, Jake viciously kicked him in the side so hard he was pushed back a few times. That is until Dirk fell through one of the rope's holes into the black mass. As he got near, tentacles rose out of the floor and started working away at his body, breaking his bones, tearing his skin, destroying him in every conceivable way.

Jake just stared at the scene with satisfied eyes and walked away, switching from a mace to a broad sword.

I managed to get three bags from the Cornucopia slung over my back, but I don't know what's in them. The only things I know I have are two daggers in my hand.

I continue to slowly walk towards the other end, arms held out for balance. I'm almost there when I feel the rope shake a little. I look behind me to see who I thought was actually a kind hearted career, Jake, chopping the rope with his sword.

He must have made his way to the Cornucopia after I left, and now he's trying to send me plummeting to my death!

I try moving faster, but I can't do much with all of this weight from my bags on me. Then the rope snaps and gravity pulls me in the pit's direction.

I flail my hands around and grab onto the cut rope, barely managing to grab onto it, with only some rope burn in exchange for my life. I lose two packs, but one is better than none.

After climbing up the rope, I look back and see Jake's cold gaze. It sends a chill down my spine, and I run away as quick as possible. I had hoped to tellAustingoodbye one last time since we wouldn't see each other for a while, but that will have to wait.

I look around and see Gamba, Giffet, and Zea gathered with a few supplies of their own.

I feel a surge of happiness in my body, but it's quickly replaced by complete terror when I see someone charging at allies from behind.

"Guys, look out!" I try warning them, but all three can only give me a confused look before the tribute makes her move.

She leaps onto Gamba's back and runs her weapon, a glove covered in metal with small steal claws coming out of the fingertips, through his neck.

I scream "Run, Giffet! Run Zea!" Before placing a dagger in each hand and charging at the attacker. I'm a ways away, but Gamba is able to use the energy he has to clumsily try swinging a fist at Dreama. It's easily dodged, Gamba only gets his throat slashed again.

As he collapses to the ground, Giffet and Zea run straight past me as I charge at the girl. The smile she has on is only slightly less unnerving than Jake's gaze. At least she's responding emotionally to the fact that she killed some one. If only it wasn't the wrong kind of emotion!

The girl charges at me quickly, her small size making up for her speed, and tosses a throwing knife my way with her ungloved hand.

"Just die, it'll be fun!" What is wrong with her? She's nuts!

I sidestep it but the girl just cackles as I hear a "No!" behind me. I turn around to see that she had hoped that I dodged. That way the knife would have gone past me, and kept going, hitting Giffet in the skull. Then, the girl charges into me while my attention is diverted and I nearly fall back as she tries leaping onto me.

This is one of the few times I'm glad that I'm small, because I have better balance than someone really tall. If it was a giant she had leapt onto, the person would have lost their balance if they weren't prepared, and be at her mercy.

Instead, this girl is at my mercy, or a lack of it. I quickly grab her clawed hand and make a knuckle sandwich especially for this bitches throat.

"That was for attacking my friends!" I yell as she rolls away. She coughs violently, but it's like this girl is a killing machine. She's disregarding all of the pain in her body and focusing on killing me with... dammit, she just grabbed one of the Vile's!

"Oh no you don't!" I try stopping her, but the needle plungis into her skin and I can see her body shaking, and the girl wrapping her arms around her chest.

"Oh yes I do!" She says giggling. No choice now, I need to finish her before she can try anything! I run full speed ahead at this girl, but I realize the hard way tha I'm too late.

The girl whips her arms out to her side and screams as a strong gust of wind blows me away.I'm knocked onto the hard, floor-like rope, and hit my head hard. I feel something wet in my hair, and realized that I hit my head hard enough to draw blood.

I rush back into a fighting position, ready to fight against this girl and whatever weird powers she may have gotten.

Instead of coming at me, I can hear her violently coughing and gasping for air, as if she's being suffocated. What's going on with her?

"Liss!" Zea grabs my hand and tugs at it, "This is no time for gawking, take that pack you got and move, if we don't leave now, we're finished!"

I look at the girl who is putting so much effort into simply standing up. This could be my only chance to kill her… but our safety has to come first.

I follow Zea's orders and scoop up the pack before the two of us quickly dash out of this twisted tent.

I take a fleeting glance at the girl who looks back at me with a psychotic glare. Don't worry, we haven't seen the last of each other…

Makenna Parsely (D10)

I look around frantically for my ally Saveria. I'm worried that something's happened to her.

The two of us have gotten really close, and we've learned all sorts of things about each other. Things that we have in common, like how we both miss our families, to weaknesses, both emotional, and physical. The weakness of us both being small fourteen-year-olds is what has me nervous.

Both of u are small and frail. We've had pretty good lives, no training or bad pasts that made us stronger. We aren't wimps, but we certainly aren't hardcore. I'm probably the weakest of the two of us, since Saveria lost her father.

I scan the area, a sack with some food in my hand, and a belt with knives hanging off of it I was lucky enough to get this beauty by heading really close to the cornucopia. I thought I might die for a second with all of the careers trying to kill everyone.

"Hi!" I hear a voice, and it isn't Saveria's, like I had hope it would be. It's childish and high, like a little girl's. I turn around, expecting to see either little Zea or Avery behind my, but instead I see a girl that looks like she might be a possessed doll. Krilvia is waving at me cheerily.

She starts walking towards me, her huge eyes as wide as dinner plates, and starts babbling, "I'm so glad I could find someone! Everyone is so busy, I almost felt ignored!" this girl is able to make the cutest pout very scary. She starts walking towards me in a slow stride, and her pace gradually quickens.

I start panicking. This girl has had me scared since I firt got a look at her in training, there's just something wrong with her!

I use one knife on my belt and I quickly toss it at her, but Krilvia only reaches her hand out, and grabs the knife out of the air! How did she do that!

I toss another knife, and she just sways to the right to dodge it and continues to speed up her pace. I freak out and start tossing everything I've got at her Knife after knife is launched from my hands before she's running at me fast with the knife in her hand, shouting,

"Come on! Let's play!" and jamming her knife into my knee. S buckle to the ground, and fall back as I block Krilvia's blade for cutting my chest. Unfortunately, it cuts through bot my arms, over the skin. Why didn't she cut that hard?

"This will be fun, teehee!" How is it that someone who sounds so cute can be so terrifying? The way she slices through the layers of my skin without remorse is terrifying. All of my screaming, my pain, my blood, are just a source of entertainment to her.

She cuts through my arms, my legs, my torso, every part imaginable, giggling like a little girl.

Is this what I'd have to go through in the Games? Having to deal with horrible things like her? Tears forms in my eyes, and the terrible knife she had grabbed out of the air stops trailing through my flesh.

"Scared?" She asks. I only nod, scared, like she says. "Well, don't be, it will all be over soon! But how do you want to die Makenna?" I'm confused by her question, but the options I get tell me what she means. Do you want me to keep cutting through your skin, so that you'll eventually die of blood loss? Or would you like me to force all of it out of your heart at once with my knife? Or better yet, I can stop and watch you slowly wither away. Your choice!" Krilvia shouts as she digs the knife into my leg's bone.

After screaming in pain again, I just stop moving. I don't want to do anything, the pain will only get worse. Besides, even if I get away, where can I go? My leg is so badly injured that I'll barely be able to walk.

At that moment, I can't say anything. I'm too scared too. I can't do his… I can't handle this… I want to go home.. I want this to be over…

"Makenna!" I turn my head despite the pain in my cuts to see Saveria charging at the two of us, knife in hand. Krilvia rises up and looks at her with a big grin saying,

"Oh goody! A new playmate! I'd love to have some fun with you, but I need to get going." Saveria chucks the knife at Krilvia's skull, and she staggers back as her body falls flat onto her own back.

I think she's dead, but she was just avoiding the knife. She stands up and starts running away at full speed, which isn't very fast, and shouts, "Bye-bye!" waving her hand at Saveria.

She doesn't bother going after her, she kneels beside me frantic, worried about saving her friend. I have to help her, and there's only one way that I can do it.

"…I need… a knife."

"Okay, here Makenna, I'll go-" I don't let Saveria finish her sentence, I only do what I need to do.

While it may seem wrong, it's best for both of us. She won't have to worry about caring for an injured ally, and I won't have to deal with this pain or any other pain that I would have endured if I had done otherwise.

In a flash, I grab Saveria's hand and, with the blade held in it, stab myself in the heart. Saveria doesn't say anything, she stares at me silently, and I can feel myself slipping out of this terrible world. I'm too weak to say it, so I can only mouth 'I'm sorry' to my friend.

I only hope that you make it far in these wretched Games…

Avery Sage (D1)

"Hehehe" I giggle at all of the carnage going on. All of the death being caused is so much fun to watch, but I don't have the luxury of watching everything. Jake's already killed two people, and I promised myself that I'd be responsible for at least one person dying today.

I take long strides over the gaps in the rope at the cornucopia and do a balancing act over to the other side.

"Avery, wait up." I turn to see Chiffon carefully tiptoeing on the thick thread to join me. This kid was all too easy to manipulate. He's such a naïve kid it's almost sad. I can see why Jake seduces people and uses them, it's fun. Maybe when I get older I can do it more often.

Chiffon stumbles onto the platform and I run off to the cornucopia,

"Pick up anything that you think is useful," I tell him. No need to act all sweet to him anymore, that won't help me win.

I look into a backpack to see some very useful items for myself. I giggle childishly, and pick up one of a large set of tiny blades in the sack. Sure, killing will be more difficult with something small like this, but what's a game without its challenges?

I look around to see only a few people are left, besides the careers. Unfortunately, a few managed to get a few meager supplies from the cornucopia, but like I said, I enjoy challenges.

"Avery!" Jake shouts, "Move it, we need to make our plans! You two take care of that little insect over there and move it. Now."

I look at the child he's describing, and I must say, it's very accurate. I would have come up with something better, like dust mite or flea, but I guess insect will have to do.

I walk up to him with my small knife and ask him politely, "Hello there Wit, how are you this fine day?" Wit, who is kneeling on the ground, turns to face me with a small contraption in his hand.

"Oh, hey." He says in a bored voice, with a demeanor to match. As soon as he talks to me, he turns back quickly to continue working on some green, rugged gadget.

"You know, you aren't looking so well. You're looking very… alive." I hold up my knife menacingly, "How about I fix that?"

Chiffon grabs my shoulder saying, "Avery, let's just-" I smack his hand off my shoulder,

"No, we aren't playing nice. For one to win, others must lose, and you know what it means to lose here." Chiffon starts losing his composure and starts sweating. Either he's shocked that I can talk about killing so easily, or just afraid of what I'll do to this dumb kid.

Honestly, grow up. Just because you're a child doesn't mean you can stay innocent forever, you have to accept things like this. Not quiver in fear or tinker with toys.

"So, are you ready to die?" Wit stands up and turns back to me and for the first time, admiring his round green thing with pride… I swear I've seen something like that before… I also see that something's off with him. Earlier, his dark green eyes looked so innocent, and his ruffled brown hair made him look cute, something even I admitted. Now, he was smiling at me with eyes ridden with malice and his disshelved bangs made him look mad.

Wit begins to laugh a bit and asks, "Is that a rhetorical question? If not, I'd be happy to give you a response." Then his laughter slowly gets higher and higher, and Chiffon is starting to panic, but manages to hold it in.

Unfortunately, I'm not quite as good. I'm trembling so much that I'm having trouble keeping my balance. My knife almost slipped from my grasp a bit.

"What's up with you?" I ask, trying to be intimidating. Not quite as affective when I'm intimidated myself.

"Me? You say that as if I'm the one with the problem. I hate you, that's my problem. Eversince I've seen you, I have done nothing but hate you! The way you act so innocent when you are clearly a killer! Oh, I had my suspicions, but seeing you with that knife proves what I know!"

What is he talking about! I know some people were wary of an obvious killer, but I was playing the part of a dumb kid having fun doing a bad thing, a very unique one considering what I did. He has no real proof about what he said. I mean, he's right, but those are just his own theories, he's insane.

"And you!" He point to Chiffon, "I know you… burying everything… all of your hate for the world! In truth, you think you're like me, but I want everyone dead for reasons besides my own entertainment!"

I glance at Chiffon who just stares back at Wit confused. Great, I'm dealing with a grade "A" whack job.

"Enough, I'm tired of talking," I say with a lot of anger. I probably look like an actual child because of him. He'll live to regret that… well, he won't be regretting it in about thirty seconds.

"Alright, fair enough, gotta let the blood flow. I agree, good choice, a hand to your genius," Wit howls with laughter as he claps his hands. Was that supposed to be a joke?

It doesn't matter, I was waiting for a bit to see if he had anything up his sleeve, but he's just all talk. I take a step towards him, but Wit shouts,

"Wait! I just want to know your name!" My name? Fine.

"Avery Sage, nice to meet you Wit." I say sarcastically

"Likewise… Avery… such a lovely name…" Wit thrusts his hand back and as he flings it forward to throw the green device in it, he screams, "I'll be sure to admire it on your gravestone!" Damn, I shouldn't have let this draw out! I need to be more careful late on. For now, need to save myself from that…

"Dammit!" I shout. A lady shouldn't swear, but when she realizes that a grenade has just been hurled at her, she can make an exception! Let's put my acting skills to work. "Chiffon! Watch out!"

I run up to hug him, as if I was trying to protect him. As I thought he would, he decides to go against my 'desperate final act' and spins around, putting himself between me and the grenade.

As the explosion goes off, Chiffon gives me one last glance. All I do is smile at him, and say, "Sorry, no kiss," The last thing I see of Chiffon Burrel is his shocked expression as the explosion blows him up.

I'm thrown away as well, and I can feel the force pushing me up into the air. It sends me spinning, and I smack against the rope floor hard.

I try moving, but I'm pretty badly beaten up. There's a lot of blood on me, which nearly sends me into shock, but I can rest easy. It's all from Chiffon's corpse a few feet away from me.

I guess the explosion was meant to be kept small. Makes sense, the Gamemakers wouldn't want all of their tributes blown up at once.

I start to pass out, but I can't help but feel an amazing sense of accomplishment I survived an explosion, and a tribute is dead thanks to me. While Wit's explosion did him in, I'm the one who made him take the brunt of the blast.

I can see Wit in the distance, running away, cackling. One though runs through my mind as he retreats,

Have as much fun as you can, little one. It'll be the last fun you ever have in your entire life…

Well, that was the bloodbath! I hope you all liked it! If you were hoping to see more mutt powers, don't worry, you'll see much more in time, hehehe! In case you hadn't guessed (I didn't mention it earlier because I wanted it to be a surprise) but the way a tribute gets a mutation power is by killing a tribute, and retrieving a Vial filled with a special serum that gives them their powers. Anyway, how were all of the deaths? Realistic? If you think I can improve in any way, let me know, I'm kind of new with death scenes. READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!

Official list of deaths at the Bloodbath

Name: Ess Vinisht, Cause of Death: Body blown apart by mines encircling her plate.

Name: Riley Rynne, Cause of Death: Trauma to multiple vital organs caused by Atherton Desby

Name: Sparky Forks, Cause of Death: TBA

Name: Violet Giambanco, Cause of Death: Major blood loss caused by a cut in her throat, made by Sommer Riley

Name: Dia Provella, Cause of Death: Broadsword of Jake Sage cutting into the tributes

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Name: TBA, Cause of Death: TBA

Name: Chiffon Burrel, Cause of Death: Blast force from a grenade thrown at him by Wit Lore,

Name:JudahRedwood Cause of Death: Shock caused by Sommer Riley's attack on him

Name: Cade Klump, Cause of Death: Heart pierced by Teddy Jameson

Name: Cindia Jodoin, Cause of Death: Multiple stab wounds to the back, caused by Jak Ramill

Name: Giffet Langman, Cause of Death: Knife thrown into the tribute's skull by Dreama Miane

Name: TBA, Cause of Death: TBA

Name: Makenna Parsely, Cause of Death: Suicide, brought on by the physical and emotional torture of Krilvia Loress.

Name: Dirk Crouch, Cause of Death: Torn apart in the arena's pit, kicked into it by Jake Sage.

Name: Gamba Leer, Cause of Death: Throat slashed by Dreama Miane