So it's flooding where I'm at. School is cancelled and so is work, and I can't go back to sleep. So I bring to you dear readers, the long awaited bloodbath. Goodness don't hate me.

Ring around the rosie.

Pocketful of posies.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Remington Scott, 18

District 10 Female

The first thing I noticed when the lights go on is I'm in a tunnel. The tunnel is made of light blue crystals, and they are smooth to the touch. The next thing I notice, is the fact that this tunnel is hella long. I'm in no mood to jog on my potential last moments of life, so I walk.

It's humbling in a way. I don't know where any of my allies are. I don't know where the careers are, and I certainly don't want to accidently set off a trap or a mutt. This is something that I was convinced just wouldn't come.

When I finally get to the end of the tunnel there is a blue...mist? I'm not sure what to call it. It doesn't look all together menacing, but at the same time this is the Hunger Games. I'm not sure if I should walk through it.

"Tributes, please walk through the blue screening." says the announcer.

I guess there was multiple people that were just standing in front of it. I walk through the mist and I feel a tingling sensation shoot through my body.

"Tribute identified. Remington Scott. District 10 Female. Reflection activated."

What does that mean? I have no idea what's going on with this arena, and honestly this is scary right now. I'm already nervous that I'm going to get a sword slammed into my head, and now I have to worry about a reflection of something.

The tunnel continues after the mist, and I am feeling a little like this is getting redundant if you will. There is so much walking through this, and I have yet to get to a point where I can see another tribute. Once at the end of this tunnel I stand face to face with a wall of crystals.

"Showing reflection." says the voice.

"Oh gee, thanks. How sweet of yo-." I say in a sassy tone before being super surprised and forget what I was saying.

Standing before me is a reflection of me..but it's not just me. It's me when I was whipped for stealing. My back is lined with 10 whip marks that are all too familiar scars that I hate seeing. Reflection Remi turns around and allows me to see her face. She looks just like me, but eye liner is dripping down her face.

"Remington." says the reflection as she stares me up and down.

"Uh." I say confused as I stare at her with a blank expression. "Other Remington?"

"You never were very bright were you?" says the crystallized reflection of me. "Then again you did get caught shoplifting. I mean look at my back." she turns around and shows me the whip marks. Blood starts to drip out of them as I wince in remembrance of the pain that I went through.

"Always wanting to fit in Remington. When are you going to learn that no one likes you. Not Stephanie. Not your District partner. Shoot I'm willing to bet money not even Mom likes you."

"Shut up." I say

"Poor and simple minded Remington. Poor boring and averagely plain Remington."

"I am not!" I say getting angry. My fist are clenching. I'm so mad right now all I see is red. I want to kill this reflection.

"The best part is that after this games you'll fade into a nothing. A plain, forgotten, average nothing." says bitchy Remington as she smiles and chuckles to herself.

'SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" I slam my fist into the crystal only to fall through the wall and into a place where I can finally see the cornucopia. Bitchy Remington stands behind a forcefield, well actually I'm behind the forcefield, and she stands on the outside.

"Took you long enough." she says.

I look around and see the other tributes are slowly falling through the fall. I guess their reflection finally pushed them over the edge. What I notice though is none of these reflections really resemble what we look like in the moment.

District 1 girl is dressed like a queen. Tiara and all, but then again I guess that's pretty accurate. District 5 girl has a black eye and is covered in blood. District 7 boy is old, and fat with a beer gut. It's a lot of things to take in, and I wonder what's going on with these reflections.

After another 3 minutes all the tributes are standing around behind their respective force fields. The reflections then each take a step back, and turn around on the balls of their feet in perfect unison. When they reach the cornucopia they again pivot, and face us.

"You'll be seeing us again." they say in perfect unison. "Well...some of you." they say as they use their finger to symbolize someone's neck being cut. "May the odds be ever in your favor."

They raise their hands in the air, and then cross them when they are over their over their heads. They then disappear, and suddenly we are staring at a cornucopia full of items we will need to survive.

Then the force field drops.

Shed no tears for me.

It'll rain enough today.

Wishing you Godspeed, as I send you on your way.

This won't be the first time I'm left alone to face,

the bitter consequences of an ancient fall from grace.

I'm a daughter of the race of Cain.

I'm not a stranger...to the rain.

Violet Bramston, 18

District 3 Female

Pure and utter chaos.

I saw myself as someone that I didn't recognize...someone that I used to be. A girl obsessed with her looks bending over a toilet at the training academy...I..I never wanted to relive that.

Violet snap out of it. I think to myself. There isn't enough time now.

I run from where my position is in the force field and instantly begin to look for Lorena and Sylvia. Sylvia stands at the far end close to the cornucopia and when she sees me she beckons me over. I do a quick scan of the crowd to see where the careers are, but they are busy digging for their weapons of choice.

I start to run to Sylvia when a knife flies towards me from my left side. I feel a hot sensation begin to run down my cheek as I touch my face to see blood. The girl from District 2 is smiling at me from the other end of the cornucopia and simply walks towards me slowly and menacingly.

"We've no time for her!" says Sylvia who has suddenly appeared next to me.

She grabs my by my hand and leads me towards the careers and where they are! What is she doing! Has she lost her mind?

"Aren't we supposed to go away from the careers?!" I ask shocked to her as she continues to drag me. I pull my arm out of hers and scan for where the district 2 girl is in the crowd. She got side tracked as I turn around to see her send a knife into Bentley's head!

"Bentley!" I say as I cover my mouth with my hand.

"You had one job oh my gosh." says Sylvia as she turns to the careers who are all just kind of talking and making plans and calls."DISTRICT 1 BITCH COME AND GET ME!"

Dior peaks her head up and then smiles as she starts to strut towards us. I turn to run but Sylvia grabs hold of me, and she is surprisingly strong for her age, or maybe I'm just weak.

"What are you doing?!" I say

"You don't think I know Lorena left me? I'm on my own now Violet." she says as District 1 is getting closer and closer. "Like I said you had one job."

And then it dawned on me. She didn't want me to be in the alliance. I'm the sacrificial lamb.

I begin to struggle and scream. This isn't fair. How can someone do this to another outer district?! Just offer someone up to the careers.

"Well I must admit this is a surprise indeed." says District 1 as she stares both us up and down. "To what do I owe this?"

"Peace offering." says Sylvia as she nudges me forward. "At least until the top 10."

Dior ponders this as she stares me up and down. "Fine. Run along now District 9."

Sylvia runs away, and grabs a backpack from the ground and is off into the crystal portal. I attempt to follow suit, when all of the sudden I feel rough hands grab hold of my neck, and a sharp object lines across my neck. I fall to the ground and look up to see the boy from District 1 and Dior fighting.

"CASTOR WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL SHE WAS MINE!"

"If you think for a second I was going to let you get a kill before me, you're a dumber hoe than I thought."

I'm so tired. My vision is getting fuzzy, and everything is going black. Just a little nap...sleep...sleep sounds nice right now.

BOOM.

You watch me bleed until I can't breathe,

shaking falling onto my knees.

Eddie Dusan, 16

District 11 Male

This is not a fun sensation.

Thorn, Lorena and I are all standing in the place behind the cornucopia where we said we would meet. Something is confusing though. There are three really big, what I'm assuming are portals because I've seen people run through them.

One looks like a jungle, tropical items are all over the place, from plants to fruits I've never seen. I'm certainly not in the apple field anymore. There is another that looks like a cave environment. It's not very bright in the cave, and things look unpredictable there. The last is a beach, and it looks to good to be true.

"I think we should definitely go to the jungle." says Lorena as she breaks the silence.

We have been sitting trying to figure out a gameplan for about 5 minutes. The sound of screaming, and even scarier the sound of laughing fills the air as more and more tributes are slaughtered. I peak my head around the cornucopia just in time to see the boy from 2 slam a sword onto the boy from 9's head, and the boy from 4 to snap the boy from 5's neck.

"Let's make a break for it." says Thorn as she gets up and starts to run.

Lorena and I follow suit, and we quickly weave our way through the items on the ground picking up things we see as useful. Everything looks like it's going according to plan until I feel a knife pierce through my back and into my spine. I go down on the ground, and Lorena and Thorn stop to look at me.

"Eddie!" says Thorn.

Lorena is quick to act though and grabs hold of her arm. "There's nothing we can do at this point." she glances over, and I try and do the same. I think I see the outline of the district 1 girl walking towards me.

Thorn looks at her, and then looks at me, and she runs up to my back and yanks the knife out. "Eddie you've been such a good friend. I won't forget you." she takes the knife and stabs it into my neck.

Blood starts to drip down the side of my neck, and starts to fill my lungs.

"Thank….you….." I'm able to gurgle out.

"WHAT THE HELL YOU DISTRICT 11 BITCH!"

Lorena grabs onto Thorn and pulls her towards the portal. They disappear right as District 1 appears next to me, and then everything goes black.

BOOM.

Don't pretend

I think you know

I'm damn precious

And, hell yeah

I'm the motherfuckin' princess

Dior Oberlin, 18

District 1 Female

What in the actual hell is going on with this bloodbath! I've assisted like 2 kills and have claimed none of them as my own. This is getting to the point where I'm going to throw a fit.

I scan the crowd looking for a potential victim and see the girl from District 8 and the boy from District 8 standing and walking super obvious, yet trying to be inconspicuous. I glance at Cascade and nod my head over and see her nod in approval as she grabs her spear and slowly works her way towards me. When she gets here we make our way to the tributes.

"Cascade why are we walking so slow? Someone is going to steal our kills."

"You're right…" she says.

"DIE BITCHES!" I scream as I raise one of my knives up and throw it at the girl from District 8. The first one misses, but when I throw a second one it lands in her forehead, and she goes down.

"NO!" screams her district partner, but he isn't standing for long either as Cascade throws her trident, and it lands in his stomach.

"Oops." I say as I get close to him and slam down on the trident. "I must say I'm not sorry for doing this." as I pull it out of his stomach and slam it into his neck.

"Well. At least we got a kill." says Cascade

"Are we surprised? I'm Dior fucking Oberlin."

Wake me up inside, wake me up inside.

Call my name and save me from the dark.

Bid my blood to rush, before I come undone.

Save me from this nothing I've become.

Skyler Black, 16

District 6 Female

Misfit pack is mostly in tact. Thorn and Eddie have disappeared, and we have no idea where they've run off to.

"So we have 4 people in the alliance...that's a solid number." says Tora with a smile.

"That was so brutal." says Declan as he recants the events of the bloodbath. "I saw the boy from 9's brain fall right out of his head."

"Is anyone else still shaken up from this reflection thing? Like what the heck were they?!" says Remi

"Guys we can't focus on what happened. We need to focus on what we're doing next. We have so much to prepare for!" I say. "We need to find shelter, we need to find water, set up a nightwatch."

"I agree with Skyler." says Tora as she stands up from the rock we've been sitting on. We decided to come into the cave because it looked like the least densely populated. "First I think it's been a long day, and some rest is something we need as a collective."

She's right. They looks exhausted. I'm tired as well, but my adrenaline is rushing to much to sleep at the moment.

"You guys conk out. I'll take the first watch."

The nod as they all slowly lay down on the various backpacks each of us were able to grab from the bloodbath. We haven't gone through any of them, which is kind of stupid...but at the same time this has been a traumatic day.

The truth is we're kids. All of us. Whether you're a career, or whether you're a outer district. We are just kids that are paying for things that our grandparent's generation did. It's not fair. All of those children that died...they all had a future.

The anthem begins to play as I look up at the ceiling, and the cave erupts with light.

The Fallen

The words appear in big letters on the cave wall, and suddenly everything hits home. This game is real. This isn't something that's just going to go away. I'm not going to wake up and hit my alarm button anytime soon. This isn't a nightmare...it's reality.

Bentley Angelworth District 3

Violet Bramston District 3

Shay Foster District 5

Blair Coir District 8

Janson Ruata District 8

Cooper Woodson District 9

Eddie Dusan District 11

Their pictures flash across the cave wall. The smiles and life in their eyes and it's hard to imagine that they're not alive anymore. Especially Eddie...I didn't know him well..but it hits closer to home because he was supposed to be in our alliance. I wonder what happened to Thorn…

"God rest their souls." I hear a voice say as I turn around and see Tora sitting up. Tears seem to be welling up in her eyes as stares up at the cave.

The pictures disappear, and we are suddenly staring at the seal of Panem. Then nothing. Just like that the 6 of us that died are forgotten. Probably never to be thought of again unless by their family.

"Yes." I echo. "God bless their soul."

Well that was an interesting time was it not!?

What the tributes saw

Dior-Princess...duh

Castor-What he could have been if not for drugs and stuff

Payne-The little girl that was left at the orphanage in 2.

Leif-He saw himself as Victor...but was it really worth the pain that was behind his eyes after?

Violet-Anorexic old self

Bentley- He just saw himself unhappy.

Neptune-As the 11 year old who was waiting for his parents to come home.

Cascade-She saw herself as dirty. Like she wasn't worthy of good things.

Tora-Black eye and blood from when her dad hit her.

Shay-He saw himself as what he is...unliked.

Rehan-Saw his wrist slit, and the fear he felt when he thought he would die.

Skyler- Saw herself in the purple dress her dad hated (symbolized selfishness.)

Squirrell- Saw herself as Penny. Showing she's envious of her cousin.

Teddy-Old, fat, beer gut, and unhappy.

Blair- Saw herself as normal

Janson- Saw Gabe and Blair's ghost surrounding him talking.

Sylvia- Saw herself as an ugly old woman. (We'll get there)

Cooper- Saw himself in a wheelchair

Remi-Saw herself whipped

Declan-Saw himself as selfish denying Zia

Thorn-Saw herself as social and happy

Eddie-Saw himself as a psycho

Lorena-Saw herself as a hooker

Ares-Saw himself as a dead tribute. Nike stood over his body.

Eulogies

24th. Bentley- Killed by Payne Valentine: Bentley was made by me as a space filler by me because of the person that originally submitted the District 3 male kept changing details so I got mad and just made my own. He's dead. Boo hoo .

23rd. Violet-Killed by Castor Androite: Violet was a rather hard character to write for. On top of it her submitter seemed to have given up on the story. So like I said, if I don't know you're reading...I probably would kill your tribute.

22nd. Cooper Woodson- Killed by Leif Achroite: Again, submitter stopped reading, or at least seemed to have. So Cooper is gone. Sorry it's nothing personal.

21st. Shay Foster- Killed by Neptune Fontus: Shay was actually a tribute whose submitter continued to review, so I do apologize for the fact that Shay is dead. He was a tribute that I found difficult to write for, and the fact that he was so disliked played a pretty big factor in why he died. I apologize for his dead PrinceofCorinth, thank you for submitting.

20th. Eddie Dusan- Killed by Thorn Biver: Again, another case of "I submitted to a story and didn't read." nothing personal.

19th. Blair Coir- Killed by Dior Oberlin: Okay, Bravo...I feel bad. I tried to arc her. I really really did. I just couldn't see Blair making it far, and keeping credibility in this story alive. She was so much fun to write, and she was so funny. So so funny. Thank you for submitting. I hope you don't hate me friend.

18th. Janson Ruata: Killed by Cascade Waters/(Kind of Dior, but he was already dead with the stomach thing Dior just sped it up so I'm calling it Cascade's kill.): I liked Janson Skylar. He was fun. The form was pretty bare, so I had a lot of room to work with him. He really brought out a cool part of my writing that I didn't think I had in me. So I appreciate it. He was fun. Sorry he died.

I still have one spot open for Chained:Forever a slave. See my profile for details.

Also Bettyyy still has spots open for her SYOT. Go and submit! I promise you won't regret it.

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Keep it classy,

Caleb