Last chapter before the bloodbath! That's right, the bloodbath is next. I wanted to do something new, to this story at least. You send in questions for the tributes and the tributes answer them. Just a bit of fun. You can ask anything from what dog they like the most to what tribute they find most attractive. Anything you want. Just to lighten the mood a bit. You can only direct questions to tributes who are alive though. These will be shown at the start of every chapter. So send some questions in. They can be for your own tribute.

Congrats to Yogy2404, Norbus95 and SlytherinPrincessAtWork77, you have won your tribute and item of choice. If you have more than one tribute, you must pick one to give it to. Message me the item and tribute as soon as you can.

Now, I didn't do the Interviews because I am honestly struggling to find a way to write them. I will have this figured out by Chosen Warriors. Speaking of which, I have opened up submissions for that so check it out. f you submitted when it is first up, I reserved you a spot. However, still be worth reading as I am doing it in third person and some of the rules have changed.

As for Scores:

2- Daston Smart (D10),

3- Andalusia Electra (D5), Woover Breen (D8), Ribbon Kirk (D8),

4- Daniel Bo (D3), Lux Hymenoor (D5), Noah Prones (D7), Indy Arnold (D10),

5- Teje Blair (D3), Tristan Cathflow (D6), Heavenly Rose (D7), Kirelle McPhee (D9), Altair Mellark (D12)

6- Sherry Calderon (D6), Enoki Smith (D9), Trill Poyze (D11),

7- Skau Sheerwater (D4), Selena Cole (D12)

9- Logan Grey (D2), Bellona Scythe (D1), Hap Singer (D2),

10- Aurum Stark (D1), Poseidon Wasser (D4), Keith Weedon (D11)

Alliances:

Careers: Aurum Stark, Bellona Scythe, Logan Grey, Hap Singer, Poseidon Wasser, Skau Sheerwater and Keith Weedon.

The Big One: Noah Prones, Lux Hymnoor, Trill Poyze, Andalusia Electra, Enoki Smith, Tristan Cathflow.

Twelve: Selena Cole and Altair Mellark.

The rest are loners. So let me know what you thought of this chapter, the Arena, Arena outfits and who you think will win or die in the bloodbath. Enjoy.

Indy Arnold POV:

I woke up just before dawn, my room dimly lit by the small lamp to my right. I sat cross-legged on my bed, the thick quilt covering my bare legs, my dressing gown covering my shivering shoulders. I wasn't sure if the shivering was from the cold, morning air or the knowledge of what was to come.

When the sun rose, I opened the curtains and watched the mirrored buildings of The Capitol shimmer with an orange hue. Birds flew overhead, silhouetted by the sun. I knelt on the floor and watched as a few birds gathered on the balcony, fighting over the stale bread I had left the night before. They hopped around, their metallic black feathers catching the sun perfectly so they resembled spilt oil. I shuffled closer, smiling slightly as I placed my hand on the glass.

The birds quickly looked up before flying away to the top of the building just across the way.

"Take me with you," I whimpered, leaning my head against the glass as tears streamed from my eyes and ran down my cheeks. I tried to tell myself it wasn't today. Just one more day before I would be forced to fight to the death. It wasn't even like I had anything to go back to. They wanted me dead, if I went back, I would only be shunned for the rest of my life but I had no other choice.

Sherry Calderon POV:

I silently nibbled on a bread roll, filled with cheese and ham. I wasn't in the mood to eat, I just wanted to scream. However, I knew I would need the food, the sickness in the pit of my stomach couldn't have just been from food was amazing, one of the only things I appreciated about my stay in The Capitol but my mind was overcrowded with thoughts about the bloodbath.

My escort, Melia, frowned as she looked at me, cocking her head to the side slightly. "I think you should get dressed, we have to leave soon," she said softly, clearing seeing the look of fear in my eyes in many tributes before me. I glanced over at her and grumbled, tearing some more bread off.

"I will get ready when I want," I said, aiming to sound angered but instead coming off more deflated. I looked over to her, trying to seem strong but she just frowned, breaking her gaze from me. She didn't expect to see me again, she expected me to die in that arena like so many other girls before me. I wanted to shout at her, tell her that I would defy the odds and go back home with a crown on my head. Sadly, I wasn't even that sure of myself. The more I thought about this bread roll being my last meal made my stomach turn. I could die of a hundred different ways and the scary part was, I wasn't sure which one it would be.

Aurum Stark POV:

"You know what to do, right kid?" Rayyan asked as I slumped against the wall, my eyes heavy and stinging from the lack of sleep. I was a career but I still had my concerns. Just because I could fight didn't mean I couldn't die.

"Stick to the plan, kill as much as I can," I sighed, resting my head against the side of the elevator as I watched floor after floor pass. I was on the ground floor of the tribute centre but I wanted to start at the top, giving myself more time to be free. Rayyan looked over to me, his mechanical spine squeaking as he turned to look at me.

"No plan can help you in an Arena where everything is unexpected," he said, his eyes glossy with tears. He was clearly referring to the accident that left his spine shattered. When he was pushed from the balcony of a theatre, shattering his spine on the chairs below. He turned away from me, looking at the doors. "You have to take things as they come and twist them so they work in your favour, that's the only way anyone wins.

I opened my mouth to say something, when the doors opened with a whoosh, opening out onto a small airfield, were a hovercraft awaited.

Daniel Bo POV:

By the time I had made my way to the Hovercraft, all the other tributes had already boarded. There must have been two compartments because the section I was seated in only consisted of twelve tributes. The two from One, Five, Seven, Nine and Eleven were seated quietly, watching as we entered, like they were sizing up their dinner. However, even the careers seemed on edge when the craft took off.

An attendant moved around the craft once it was in the air asking for people to offer up an arm of their choice. I didn't understand what they were doing until they go around to my side. Aurum from District One seemed unfazed as they stabbed him in the arm, placing a tracker deep below his skin. Teje on the other hand, flinched, tears streaming from her eyes. I wasn't sure it hurt as much as she was just nervous.

When it came to me, I took a deep breath and chose my right arm. I held it out, the attendant pressing the thing into my arm. I screamed, the attendant looked shocked, the rest of the tributes looked over to me in fear until I broke out in scowled at me while the girl from One shook her head in disbelief. They had no sense of humour.

Kirelle McPhee POV:

The craft came to a stop, the doors silently opening to reveal twenty-four pairs of Peacekeepers. The attendant requested us to stand and leave in an orderly fashion. A number of guns just outside the door in the hands of the Peacekeepers deterred most thoughts of rebellion in tributes.

We were lined up in a row, facing the peacekeepers, all twenty-four of us. The other tributes filtering from the other side of the craft. After everything was settled, the Peacekeepers stepped forward, one by one and called out a tributes name and they took them deeper into the building. I watched as my opponents were called forward, one by one until it was my turn.

I walked as fast as I could, the Peacekeepers pushing me on every time I slowed down. My body shook as my feet echoed until we came to a dimly lit room. The stockroom. Or, at least that is what we called it back home. The last place for many tributes before they were slaughtered, for lack of a better word. My stylist gave me a small wave, my eyes scanning over the room to see the tube off the right. Tears started to form in my eyes as I turned around, only to find the door closed. There was no escape now.

Ribbon Kirk POV:

"Expect mild temperatures," my stylist, Bon, said as he looked my outfit up and down. I was dressed in brown pants, a white shirt and brown combat boots that ended just below my knee. His pink eyes hovered over them before he gave a small nod. "Uphill or uneven ground, the boots support the ankle," I stood on my tiptoes, stretching.

He turned around and pulled a small coat off the wall. I was about to say it was too small for me but he forced me to put it on, a large smile on his face. It was a brown, leather coat with thick padding inside and my District number embroidered on the back. It ended just past my ribcage so I wasn't sure if I should be thankful for its warmth or lack of length.

"What do you think the arena will be?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. He seemed to think over the question as he fastened a belt around my waist.

"Water, definitely, not sure about the rest...warm enough for you to dry off but it will still be cold at times," he said, seeming rather proud of himself.

"Why water-"

"Flotation device," he said, pointing to the belt. He stood up and looked me over.

"Who do you think will win?" I asked, fearing the answer slightly.

"Oh, definitely Logan from Two," he laughed like I wasn't a tribute too. I hung my head low as he continued to say the possible victors. I was hoping I would be one.

Trill Poyze POV:

"10 seconds until launch," a voice said, echoing through the room. I looked over to my escort who gave me a reassuring pat on the back. The tube opened in front of me, begging for me to enter. I felt angry and frightened all at the same time. I wanted to shout but I wanted to run and hide. Above my head is the place I will most likely die. I had my alliance and I was working on getting Noah wrapped around my little finger but that didn't secure me a victory. I needed to work harder than I ever had before.

"7 seconds to launch," the voice spoke again, my stylist hurried me to my tube and placed me inside, the doors shutting around me.

"Help me," I cried, trying my best to not let the tears spill from my eyes.

"Why? You are going to be a victor," my stylist said with glee like an excited child. At least she had faith in me. The tube flashed red, light spilling in as the top opened. A horrid smell made it's way into the tube and only got stronger the closer I got to the surface. I held my nose as the light blinded me, the sound of waves filling my ears.

Teje Blair POV:

"No," I whimpered to myself as I looked at the crystal blue water around me. I could see right down to the bottom and it was deep. I was strong, holding back the tears for so long but now they came spilling out. I wasn't frightened of water but I couldn't swim, let alone across the large body of water like they wanted.

The cornucopia sat on the white, sandy beach, nestled between a forest of tall, skinny trees dotted with some palms that gently swayed in the wind. The cornucopia was full but unlike most years, the supplies didn't reach the mouth. I wanted to think that was because it would be easy to survive in this Arena but I knew it was most likely because they wanted to make it harder. This was a Quarter Quell, they wanted a true bloodbath.

I stood up straight and tried to calm myself, taking a deep breath and deciding to run away from the bloodbath. It wasn't worth it. The truth was, I had nowhere to hide, this was going to happen and I was going to fight. I had to.

Wover Breen POV:

I couldn't picture myself dying. Not in a big headed manner, I knew I could die but thinking that I could die at any moment didn't seem real. It felt more like a game of tag, you don't die, you just lost. I knew it wasn't true but I guess after years if expecting to die of old age or in a factory, knowing I might die at my age, in a matter of seconds, it just didn't seem real. At. All.

I was lucky enough to not be placed with any careers in the semicircle that looked towards the beach. I knew the bloodbath was suicide and with so few supplies this year the chances were I would come away empty handed or lose my life. I really didn't want either to happen.

I thought back to the poor family I saw on my way home from work one day, their sunken, worn out eyes as they wondered where their next meal would come from. I used to be the type of kid who only thought of himself. I wasn't selfish but in Eight, you can't afford to think about others sometimes, you need to work at keeping yourself alive. It seemed cliche to only think it now but I had been voted into this, I wasn't worth life, there was someone here that needed it more than me. However, that family, the people of my District were worth the fight, they deserved to live. I might be useless to them now but it was my time to prove myself. I finally had something to fight for.

Daston Smart POV:

I was going to die. This was it, finally, my useless, hellish life would be over. However, as I thought about the ways I could die, I wanted to die less than I did before. I was starting to fear it. I wanted to run into the bloodbath but my heart told me to dart for the forest.

I looked over to my ally, Lux who gave me a reassuring grin and a small thumbs up. I returned it but it was a lie. I had always wanted someone else to end my life, never wanting to end it myself. But now, the idea frightened me. What if it hurt? What if it wasn't quick? What if I let my alliance down? I wasn't sure what they saw in me but I had to repay their kindness in some way. Was that by dying? The more and the more I thought about it, the more frustrated I got.

I looked up at the countdown. Ten seconds left. I got ready to jump into the sea around me, the pungent smell of salt smacking me in the face. I got ready to let my heart guide me to my fate when a blood-curdling sound shook the Arena. It was like a howl mixed with a roar, quickly followed by laughter that carried on the wind.

People around me gasped and I followed their gaze to the centre of the island, that was raised like a miniature, tree-covered mountain. My stomach dropped. Right there, walking around on top was nearly twenty giant, people, shaped silhouettes laughing, the midday sun behind them.

What even was this arena?