James Holden, District 3

James' eyes shoot open when there's a loud knocking at his door. He wonders who it could be. Could it be his friend Bishop, coming to bring him home? Oh, the joy!

James hops out of bed and opens the door. He's saddened to see his escort standing there, arms crossed.

"Get dressed! We are leaving in two minutes!" Techna tells James, shutting the door to give him privacy. James runs over to his dresser and puts on a simple black shirt and cargo pants. He takes a long sleeved shirt and wraps it around his shoulders, creating a cape that falls at his waist. He opens his door, expecting to see Techna there, but she has disappeared.

James goes into the dining area and grabs a banana off of the buffet. He eats it while pacing around the room. He's surprised no one else has joined him.

Just as he finishes his snack, Techna enters the dining room with his three district partners.

"Follow me!" Techna exclaims as she leads the four into the elevator and up to the roof. She leads them onto a hovercraft, where they join the four tributes from Four and Five.

James sits next to Max, the tense silence in the air not phasing him at all. It doesn't matter he's traveling to the arena that will likely be where he spends his last moments.

Instead of worrying, James enjoys the scenery that passes outside the window.

Alexis Clafin, District 6

Alexis grips Romeo tightly as they walk towards the hovercraft. Even though it's warm outside, she can't help but shiver. Romeo has been trying to calm her, trying to remind her that they have a good chance. But all his encouragement goes in through one ear and out the other.

The odds are not in her favor, and she knows it.

She boards the hovercraft with Romeo and her other two district partners, along with eight other tributes. No one says a word as one of the Capitol workers injects each of them with a tracker. No one says a word as the hovercraft rises into the air and shoots off into the direction of the arena.

A couple minutes into the ride, Alexis shuts her eyes. She blocks out the noises created by the flying hovercraft and the occasional movement coming from the tributes around her. With all these noises blocked out, Alexis can picture back home. She pictures her home, her parents, and her brother. She remembers a time when she was safe from harm and surrounded by family and love.

Now, she's just surrounded by dozens of children who want to see her dead.

She keeps her eyes shut for the remainder of the ride. She tries taking deep breaths to keep her calm, but she can't seem to find the air. Romeo can see this and takes her hand. In this moment, she can let herself relax. She knows he will be by her side throughout the arena. With his help, they will both see District 6 again.

The nice thoughts are enough to keep her calm for the remainder of the hovercraft flight.

Nat Ali, District 5

Nat isn't phased by the hovercraft flight. She isn't phased when they land, or when the avoxes lead them off of the ship and into the underground maze. She lets the avox lead her into her launch room, the last room that she will see.

She waits patiently for her stylist to come with the outfit. They don't say a word as they unbox it. Nat puts on thin leggings and a thin track suit. She slips on snug boots.

"The material is waterproof and the boots are built to have good traction. I would expect water, and sand." Her stylist explains. Nat nods. It doesn't phase her. She won't make it far enough for the outfit to have any use.

Ironically enough, this is the happiest Nat has ever been. Her entire life, she's been told she was worthless because she didn't like boys. She never knew the love of a mother, a father, nor a sibling. She had always dreamed of the pain ending. And now she has that opportunity.

She gives her stylist a hug. She truly believes her stylist cared about her, wanted her to be the best she can be.

"Thank you. For everything." Nat says to her stylist, her friend. Or at least, the closest thing she'd ever come to a friend.

"Tributes, please enter your tubes." Maxwell Cox's voice echoes through the room. Nat steps into her tube. She smiles. It's the first smile her stylist has seen from her.

The tube slowly rises into the arena. Nat shuts her eyes. She keeps them shut. As the tube stops moving, she is overwhelmed with senses. She can hear the waves crashing on a beach behind her. She can smell the salt in the air. To her right, she can hear birds chirping. A gust of wind blows by. She can hear the rustling of leaves.

She doesn't open her eyes. She doesn't care to see the arena. She takes a deep breath, her last breath, before taking a step off of her plate.

There is no pain for Nat. Only the sweet relief of silence.

Mathias Hayes, District 12

Mathias takes in his surroundings. He hears the explosion, but its blocked by the cornucopia sitting directly in front of him. To his left, is a large rainforest. To his right, the ocean. On the beach, he can see a small wooden boat, only large enough for two people.

He glances behind him. The beach leads to a tall building, one that is probably many miles away from where he's currently standing. He looks back towards the forest. At the peak of the trees, he can barely make out the tip of a mountain.

He looks back at the cornucopia. The voice of Maxwell Cox counts down, slowly.

"60, 59, 58…"

Something is wrong. The voice in Mathias's head won't shut up. He tries to shake it out. He's in the fucking Hunger Games, of course things are wrong!

But then he sees it. Or rather, doesn't see it. He looks all around the ground in front of him. He looks into the cornucopia, the large metal structure that typically holds lots of goodies for the tributes to fight over.

It doesn't matter how many times Mathias blinks. It doesn't change the fact there's nothing.

"30, 29, 28..."

He looks at other tributes, particularly the Careers. They seem just as confused, just as irritated as Mathias. He swears under his breath.

It doesn't change the fact there is not a single piece of gear in this bloodbath.

"3..2...1..."

The sound of the gong fills the arena.

The bloodbath is here! Don't forget to review, now that we're in the Games these tributes will start dropping like flies.

48th:Nat Ali, killed by explosion-Nat was submitted as a bloodbath, but I always found myself pitying her. She had such a sad backstory, I didn't want her to have a painful death. Rest in peace, Nat. You're definitely happier now.