Hey! I promise you will have a victor at the end of this, I just couldn't resist the other night XD Don't get down if your character does not win, this is just training and it won't affect your character too much. It does set a lot of character story points into motion.

I have had this account almost a year now, exciting. I am very proud of how far I have come in that year. I feel I improve every story.

Now, after this we will go straight into The Capitol party I think that might be two or three chapters, then we have Warriors getting ready for the Games, the elimination, night before, tubes and then the bloodbath. Ah, I am excited. I have a lot of stuff I have already planned and has been hinted at throughout the story. Plus in the bloodbath, you will understand the importance of something. Eeeek, I really hope you all like it. I am in love with the arena before I have even written it. I hope you fall in love with it too.

Anyway, on with this chapter, you can skip to the bottom and view the victor now but it's more fun to read.

Nathalie shielded her eyes from the bright light and tore through the arena, the wet mud around her feet sparking up and throwing her back in the air. Unlike multiple other suits she had seen shut down, she's died with an ill spark as she was thrown with force into the river that curled through the arena.

Up until that point, every time a Warrior would remove their helmet, it would allow a gush of air to escape. However, this time, it fell away from her suit, landing a few steps away from her body.

With a groan, the dark-haired girl pushed herself to her feet, as she looked at the world around her that had once more become still. As she looked over to the fires, still burning away, Damon stood up on the opposite bank, as confused and dazed as herself.

Just down the stream was Shelly and Venus, the pair blasted away from each other. "Are we out?" Shelly asked, her voice cracking due to fear. The explosion even rattled her.

"Nero!" Evelyn screamed, throwing herself into the water and running to the boy's side. He floated face up, blood trickling down from his cut face until the girl pulled him to his feet and dragged him to the river bank.

Is that it? Nathalie thought as more and more people emerged. The chorus of cannons that followed answered her question.

No.

Ten canons. Nine of them. Ringing through the Arena in quick succession. It was terrifying. Yet Belinda was alive. She had already been on the other side of the river stalking Marzio when he screamed a seemingly random apology before clicking a button that lit up the area.

Once she was sure he was safe, the boy blown back himself and his constant clicking of the switch doing very little, she made her way out from the dry cave.

"You took them out!" she hissed, her weapon at the ready as the boy scrambled to his feet. "You took them out without even looking them in there eye!" The girl was crying now, the happiness about Grover making it so far being dashed at his possible elimination. Now all she felt was anger.

Marzio took a deep breath before speaking. "It's what I was trained to do-"

"It's wrong-"

"But I am not good at anything else!" Marzio screamed, so loud his throat felt like it was tearing. "I thought electrical engineering was cool but it's just crap, I'm going to die...at least you can fight so I guess you are better off than me-"

Marzio fell silent as Belinda charged at him, her sword scratching the surface of her suit before clattering to the floor. The girl's anger faded as she noticed the boy's suit did not flash, neither did he become paralyzed as he bent down and picked up the sword.

"It got me too, it's over for me," the boy sounded defeated as he looked at the sword in his hand, the point aimed at the wet mud he stood in. "Electrified water, even the mud, dirty but it's the only thing I know how to do...that and-"

"You should have spent more time training instead of playing video games, you might know how to use weapons-" Belinda was cut off when Marzio, faster than she could react, smashed the sword into her chest, knocking her backward as her suit flashed red.

"That and sword fighting."

Shit," Grover grumbled as he lowered himself down from the tree, one other canon joining the previous nine. "The final two," he sighed to himself, a sense of twisted pride rushing over him.

He had watched the ground below him spark, only surviving because he hung from a tree by his arms. And they said pull-ups were a waste of times.

Grover grunted as he pulled himself along, dirt being forced under his nails, pulling up weeds and the odd clumps of grass that grew in sunny areas. The strain on his arms was becoming intense, the burning of his biceps starting to become unbearable. It was hard to pull himself around like a toddler for twenty-four hours. That mixed with hanging from a tree and pulling Tore's body into the open had done him in. Had Grover been any other person, he would have given up right there and then. Then it hit him.

Eleven canons, there were only eleven Warriors, aside from himself, left. An overjoyed smile spread across his face, quickly followed by a crazed laugh. "I won," he whispered to himself, just to confirm his belief. "I won!" he then screamed to the sky, telling the world of his achievement. He went to rise to his feet but his left leg let him down, causing him to fall to the ground.

The wind was knocked out of him, his excitement replaced with anger. He scowled at the sunlight that spilled in through the canopy, his chest rapidly moving. "I fucking won!" he bellowed. "Now get me out of here!" nothing answered him, no anthem, no hovercraft, only the sounds of the river trickling by.

Grover sighed as he rolled over onto his stomach, pulling himself along the grass and towards his axe. Someone has to be left...but who? One by one, he went through the tributes but after a few, he was unable to know if they were alive or dead. So he went through who was still alive at sunrise. twelve, twelve Warriors were still alive including himself. The number was staggering and scary to the boy that so many were eliminated so quickly but as he reached out his arm for his weapon, something, even more, stomach-turning crossed his mind. Ten cannons would leave two people left.

The moment the thought crossed his mind, a hand cut in front of him and picked his axe up before carelessly throwing it in the bushes. Range but also fear built up inside of him as he looked up at the figure who held a metal club in his hand. Veyron.

Grover even surprised himself with how fast he could crawl away. His upper body strength was certainly paying off. However, Veyron had working legs and a club. After a few seconds, Grover knew it was no use, Veyron could keep up with him just by walking.

The dark haired boy stopped, allowing Veyron to slam his club down into his head. "Fuck you!" he screamed as his suit sparked red. You will be the first one to go.

Coutille jumped when an eleventh cannon shook the arena, shortly followed by the anthem. Veyron's face flashed in the sky as it played. The girl let out a soft sigh, a smile forming on her face. Out of everyone, Veyron was someone that deserved to win. He was not bloodthirsty like Shelly or Grover but her smile quickly vanished as she looked around at Warriors that sat on the bank with them.

They were not sure who set off the electric shock but they would find out and when they did, that person would have a target on their back. Same with anyone who killed someone stronger than them.

That begged the question, how many relationships, friendships or alliances had been shattered by such a training program? At first, Coutille thought the training was just a way for The Capitol to boast about how strong the Warriors were. However, now she understood it's true intention. To show them that no matter what bond they had built, no matter who they trusted, none of it mattered in the Arena.

Coutille could relate. Although she did not seek out a fight, if someone like Shelly had attacked her, Coutille would have knocked her out of the competition without little remorse. Even if it was someone kind like Loretta, she would have done anything to win. And this was a Game where no one died. What might the girl do to survive the real event? it was terrifying.

I spent my whole life thinking they would not change me but maybe I become the very thing they wanted.

12th-Marzio Ottone

11th-Damon Romulus

10th-Nero Anghel

9th-Sunbeam Feyre

8th-Venus Atwood

7th-Shelly Bereg

6th-Evelyn Spires

5th-Nathalie Sibylla

4th-Coutille Harrow

3rd-Belinda Herd

2nd-Grover Lindell

Victor- Veyron Maverick

Congrats to Veyron's submitted, he is the victor for training. I know not everyone got a POV before they died but this was only 25 hours long. It started at 10 am and finished at 11 am. There was not much development during it, that all happens afterward. There will be a small part of the next chapter of The Warriors meeting each other after training.

I just wanted to point out that I had Marzio knocking out a lot of the competition for a long time. Annabella mentions that she and Marzio share the same preferred weapon, a poison dagger and although she feels the handle of a blade, she never see's what it is. Well, it was a sword, a skill Marzio secretly posses. Marzio picked up Annabella's pack that held things to create a weapon that would produce an electrical shock. In that same POV, Marzio hears the hum of his electrical suit and gets an idea.

It took a long time to make such a weapon so from about 6 pm until 9 am the next morning without sleep.

At about 8 am, Vulcan was killed by the bear hologram, something just meant to frighten him but when his suit came into contact with it, the two meeting caused a small explosion, something his suit protected him from but it also killed the suit, meaning on the way down, the impact hurt.

Around the same time, Marzio set a group of small fires to draw tributes in because even if they knew it was a trap, they might come for the other tributes. Once they were in the water or on the wet mud, he set off the charge that was conducted by the water. The moment it came into contact with the suits, it blew the Warrior back, knocking their suit and them out.

So, I have had it planned from the start. At one point Marzio was the victor of training but I thought it was realistic that Marzio would have been caught by his own invention. He also mentions in his first POV that it only had one charge, hence why he could not use it again.

Rather proud of that so I'd thought I would mention.

QUESTIONS, WORTH 5 SPONSOR POINTS EACH!

-How do you think Snow will react to Marzio's invention?

-What do you think about Veyron being the victor?

-What do you think about Marzio's plan?

-Who do you think will win the real Games?

-What relationships do you think have been ruined by training?

-Has anyone got a target on their back?