Chase Enders- District Six male
When the gong sounded, I ran straight for the edge of the platform. I wouldn't get any supplies if I ran in. I'd just die. I jumped into the water awkwardly, sending up a huge splash.
Almost immediately, a huge weight shoved me under. I snorted water and started to panic as it burned my nose. I thrashed my arms behind me at the Tribute who was climbing on my back, but I couldn't budge whoever it was. I was being pushed deeper under the surface, and I was so disoriented I didn't even know which way was up.
This is it. I'm going to die, I thought. Then, all at once, the Tribute slid off of me. I shot up and broke the surface to see Arielle floating away from me, a spear through her stomach. I pushed off of her, both in disgust and to get closer to the land. The sounds of the Bloodbath faded as I desperately tried to stay afloat.
Somehow, I ended up on the beach. I didn't remember getting there, and I only really started thinking again as I was running through the trees. I slowed to a walk when I couldn't run anymore, and before long, I was on the other side of the island.
I made it. It was just luck, though. That's all that will determine how long I live. I stayed on the far side of the island, drinking from the water-filled flowers and eating fallen coconuts. Every time I heard a noise I dove into the roots of the nearest tree, even though I knew that if it was a Career, I wouldn't have heard them.
I hadn't even heard the cannons go off. It took until that first night to see that seven people had died. I never would have thought I'd outlive seven people, but then, the Bloodbath always was random. I watched the faces and marveled that I'd lasted an entire day.
Today I'll probably die, I thought when I woke up the next day. I expected it every time I poked my head out of the roots of the fallen tree I'd taken up residence in, and every time I went out for water and coconuts. I didn't have a plan, because I didn't think I'd make it that far. I just lived minute to minute and hour to hour, jumping at shadows and counting the cannons that came awfully fast.
On the fourth day, the Arena turned inside-out. Or at least, that's what it felt like. The wind plucked trees right from the ground and blew them away like matchsticks, and I didn't want to know what the water looked like. When the noise and the lightning finally stopped, the beach was right next to my tree. Either the island had sunk, or the sea had risen twenty feet.
Bet a lot of people died, I thought. There was no way to hear the cannons, but I found out that night. Ten people had died in the storm. With all the other deaths, there were only three of us left.
No way. I can't be third. I was just hanging out on an island eating coconuts. I'd never even seen another Tribute.
BOOM!
I can't be second…
BOOM!
No way. No way. There is no way I won the Games by doing nothing.
How could someone who got Reaped be so lucky? When I watched the replay, I found out it was a jaguar's doing. It was a black jaguar that leapt down on Pray from a tree. They tore each other all apart, until I couldn't tell what was human and what was cat. They both crawled away at the end of the fight, but they died five feet apart. Some people just aren't lucky.
There was really nothing distinguishable about Chase, so I made it work.