Quick update. I have decided to not write Chosen Warriors as my next story. THIS IS BECAUSE I don't think I have the skill set for it yet. I want to go into a lot more depth with characters, politics, and relationships. I need to practice that. It will be my THIRD story. The next one with just be a normal Game, the only twist being that The District vote in their tributes (Normal 25th Hunger Games). However, it is still connected to this story and Chosen warriors will be it's follow on. It is called Hell Island-25th Hunger Games. It is a first come, first served although I will only accept one character per person for the first three days, just in case other people from outside this story want to submit. If they don't, submit as many as you like again. IF you have submitted a character to Chosen Warriors, you have a choice, you can either submit them to this story or I can reserve them for when I publish Chosen Warriors, guaranteeing you the spot. This is only open to people that submitted to it already, though.

Also, no death chapter! yay!

Ashton Khell POV:

We watched Neki's face fade away in the sky, being replaced with Tiara's face. I didn't like her but she was from home and it hurt, I couldn't help but look away.

"They killed him," Finch whimpered, hugging the backpack we had managed to pick up from the bloodbath. Inside wasn't much just a map of the arena, compass and two pairs of night vision goggles. I would have discarded them if Finch hadn't informed me what they were. I would have preferred food or water but I wasn't complaining. "Who do you think did it?" she asked, trying not cry. We had both lost our District partner.

"The male from Two, it had to be...we have to kill them," I growled, clenching my fist.

"We can't-"

"We have to, Finch, they volunteered for this so they are as bad as the people who put us here...we can't let any of them win,"I whispered. I had promised myself I would kill the Careers and I was going to carry it out and get revenge for Neki. I just had to wait until they were weak. "We will lay low around their camp and wait until they are weak...remember, we have these," I said, waving the night vision goggles in her face.

Finch rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to speak when a sickening scream echoed through the arena, the animals of the night becoming silents. Maybe the Careers were not the only thing to worry about.

Tobias Murkon POV:

I spent the whole day by the creek, covering myself in a sort of mud camouflage. I wasn't that good and it had only come harder with nightfall. I didn't see much point when no one could see me in the dark but I wasn't sure when morning would come, I didn't want to be visible.

I placed my fingers in the wet mud once more and plastered it on my skin when something moved across the other side of the creek from me. I stopped dead and back away into the bush behind me, holding my breath. I was moveing along the trail so it was unlikely to be a tribute. With the amount of poison ivy around here, no one would dare. I was wondering how some much plant life was able to grow under the thick canopy but I had learned by now to no question what The Capitol did.

The bushes rustled again, the moonlight spilling through the leaves in the tree's and shining on a pair of antlers. They were moving just above the dark, green ferns. I gave a smile and scooted forward and went back to painting myself. I had always loved deer. Suddenly, a scream made me shudder and pull my hands away.

I looked up to see the girl from Ten screaming in fear as she jumped away from the deer, across the creek and past me.

"Run!" she screamed back to me.

"Why?" my voice box squeaked but my question was quickly answered. What I thought was a deer, wasn't a deer at all, it was something terrifying. It stood up, standing at about seven foot. It had the head of the deer but it was covered in blood and rotting, the flesh around it's mouth torn, the skull showing in places. It's rib cage was exposed, it's green organs almost spilling free. It stood on it's hind legs with it's long arms moving the plant life to the side as it looked me up and down.

I wanted to run but I was frozen in place, only deciding to follow Fora when it charged at me. I was too late. It scooped me up in it's arms and continued to run.

Fora Kyker POV:

It wouldn't stop chasing me and now it was carrying a crying, screaming tribute under it's arm. The other tribute tried to punch it in his chest but their hands just missed it's ribs and landed in the gooey mess that was it's lungs. They let out a little mechanical scream as the threw up from the smell.

I took every sharp turn, hill and uneven ground I could to try and lose the creature but it had a mental map of the arena and always knew my move before me.

I screamed in frustration, my breathing starting to become laboured and my pace starting to slow. I continued to run for almost an hour until I collapsed to the floor, coughing and spluttering. The creature bounded towards me and I tried to stand up but my legs just buckled from underneath me. My throat was raw and I could hardly keep my breath.

When the creature picked me up, I started to weep along with the muddy male. It flung me under his other arm and ran off, it wasn't even worn out. Even Crown was better than this.