It is time. This chapter we will lose TWELVE Warriors. The Games are 24 hours away for the rest of the Warriors. The next chapter will be super long, the night before, the morning of, tubes and countdown. I am so excited for you to see the Arena. It's been hard keeping it a secret.

Also, while ill, I published a small one-shot about a boy being reaped. If liked enough I may expand on it but for now, just a bit of fun.

Enjoy.

"First act of business is your wills-"

"Our what?" Coutille interjected Cadmus, her eyebrow raised.

"Wills, something you write for your family, saying who gets what of your stuff, an act of mercy on The Capitols part," Coutille grumbled her thanks while rolling her eyes, Cadmus did not seem to care though and continued. "All of your stuff will go to your family, you will have no say in who gets what but we do need DNA evidence to prove it was agreed to by you."

The Warriors flinched at the evidence part, their minds running wild with the crazy things this might entail. However, Cadmus did not leave it to stew as with a wave of his hand, three Peacekeepers grabbed Belinda and pulled her head back. The girl had learned over the years to not fight Peacekeepers but that did not stop her body from resisting slightly.

She knew what was going to happen the moment she heard the sound of an electric razor. Her fears were confirmed when it buzzed against her scalp, cutting free any hair that was left. The ordeal lasted for about five minutes but Belinda did not cry. 'New hair, new me' mentality controlling her emotions. However, she was thankful after that they left some hair on her head and she was not bald.

After that, the warriors were separated into girls and boys. Some girls took it in their stride while some, like Annabella, sobbed as they cut her blue hair off. The boys, on the other hand, acted like it was another day at the barber. Their hair was shorter than the girls, they all looked like monks but none of them seemed too bothered.

Every Time a Warrior's head was shaved, their hair was placed in a plastic bag, sealed with their name written neatly on in marker. The Warrior was then lead to a table and given a blue slip of paper.

Grover was the last person, his anger still boiling from the break up with Belinda and Lorel. So when he sat down and read the words on the form, he felt the crushing weight of boredom on his chest.

I, Grover Lindell, confirm that all my personal belongings will be passed on to my family or a museum in the event of my death.

That was all it said, that a small area Grover himself had to sign. If it was anything else, Grover would have torn the form and stormed off to bed but with the elimination at sunrise, he knew it would be the most foolish thing he could do. So he signed.

Like all other twenty-four of the Warriors, he signed away the last right he had to anything. He knew The Capitol would pick the best things to display in whatever Museum they were referring to, his family would get the crumbled up paper bags he kept under his bed. It may have seemed like an old woman's habit but you never knew when you would need a bag. Or maybe people would find it interesting. "Look, Grover kept bags, what a tool."

Once everyone was finished, they were transported to their stylists only to be painted in subtle makeup and loungewear. They were meant to make it look like they had just woken up, tired and worn out. In fact, they never slept.

When they were done, they were herded in front of the TV strategically placed around it so they could be captured on live view. Usually, they would have been pushing and shoving, arguing and laughing but no one could find it in themselves. Sleep, fear, and lack of ownership over their own lives could send the best person over the edge. They knew that in a couple of minutes, the nation would watch Twelve of them executed right before their eyes. Twelve people, they had grown up with and become friends too.

However, despite the grim atmosphere, the moment the countdown ended and the TV flickered to life, their years of training kicked in. Bright smiles spread on their face as they waved to the public they could not see. The only person they could see was Ryken, his sleepy but excited face smiling back at them.

"Welcome Warriors, is that some new hairstyles I see?" Like a bad production, all the Warriors moved to speak but it was Balina that beat everyone to it.

"Yes, I personally think it will help me in the arena, can't leave anything to chance," she said this with a wide grin but even she knew that there was no hope if the public had already decided to eliminate her.

"Wonderful, well, I personally think it is an improvement!" Ryken cheered, clapping his hands together. "As you know, tonight we will say goodbye to twelve of you, the eliminated. To save you the anxiety, we will get it over with."

Even though they would have to kill each other in just over a day, the Warriors linked hands, gripping each other tightly.

"In no particular order, Marzio Ottone!" Marzio's grip on Venus' hand became tighter as the girl started to shake, her eyes wide in shock and her breath shaky. At least it seems like she forgave me.

"Pallas Narsico!" The boy didn't seem surprised, he instead stood up, his fists clenched and eyes brimming with tears. He didn't even look at the sobbing blonde girl next to him.

"Loretta Markio!" The girl stopped her sobbing and looked up, her heart pounding. Veyron slammed his hand against the chair while Romilda turned to Ares with a stern face.

"Can we volunteer-"

"Romilda Vasilios!"

"You don't need to," Ares muttered in reply. Romilda seemed content with the vote though, moving his hand to Loretta's shoulder.

"Clarissa Silvia!" The girl didn't miss a beat like she had rehearsed this moment a thousand times. She grabbed a shocked Sunbeam and turned her around to face her.

"Win for me, okay?" she said, the blonde girl gave a small nod but her eyes remained in a state of shock.

"Ares Walker!" The boy slammed his foot into the back of the chair, knocking Grover off his perch. However the dark-haired boy did not scold his friend, he instead tried not to punch someone or something.

"Maurice Powers!"

The curly haired boy looked over at Ares and smiled. "At least we are together-"

"We are still going to die," Ares replied bluntly.

"Vulcan Omrios!" The boy just shrugged, a small defeated smile on his face. He grabbed Damon's hand in a last, secret embrace.

"Tore Dante!"

"Berik Mathews!" The blonde boy looked over at Nero who quickly moved his glance away. Nero was still upset with him but that did not make losing a friend any easier.

"Janae-"

The Warriors did not hear the rest of the girl's name as Nathalie threw her glass at the TV in a fit of anger. Earning a harsh look from Cadmus.

"And finally, Annabella Giada...Congratulations to those who made it through...those who didn't, you will be executed tomorrow at sunrise. Goodnight ladies and Gentlemen and Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor."

Once the TV had shut off, the Warriors were given five minutes to say goodbye to the eliminated. Annabella went to stand up, tears streaming from her eyes when something yanked her back down the sofa and into a tight hug.

She let the tears fall from her eyes as Nero ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you," she mumbled into his chest, earning a small whimper from the man.

"I love you too, more than anything."

Meanwhile, Tore stood at the end of the room, waiting for anybody to come forward and say goodbye. The only person who might have seen him off, Grover, was too busy saying his goodbyes to Ares.

Just when the five minutes were about to be up, Coutille scooted up next to him, trying to smile but he could tell she was angry.

"It's not fair," she mumbled. "As if making us fight was not bad enough." Ares smiled back, he was sure the rebelling he had done to gain her love had got him into this mess, he could not find it in himself to rant about The Capitol now.

"I know you don't like me but could I have a hug-" Coutille did not allow him to finish, grabbing him and pulling him into a tight embrace. Tore blushed as he hugged her back, wishing such a thing could have happened before he was put up for execution.

"Tore?" Coutille asked, waiting for Tore to hum in response. "Give 'em hell."

We will have one more chapter with our eliminated, the morning of their execution. Please understand that if your Warrior was picked, it does not mean I don't like them, it was a hard choice and I picked people based off what I thought would happen due to their storylines.

Below are the reasons why they were picked. My thoughts will come next chapter. Some Snow had a hand in, some just didn't get the votes and some missed out by a handful of votes. Take a look.

Reason they all got eliminated.

Tore-Knew about Snow cheating during the presidential election.

Romilda-Got told if he had romantic relations with someone he would be eliminated. Slept with Loretta.

Loretta-Slept with Romilda.

Pallas-Unpopular.

Annabella-Unpopular.

Berik-Bounty hunting.

Clarissa-Rebel

Maurice-Lacking in a few votes.

Ares-Lacking in a few votes.

Janae-Seen as weak.

Marzio-His stunt during training.

Vulcan-Sneaking outside of boundaries.

So Question time.

How do you think the safe Warriors will react to those chosen?

Did anyone shock you?

What did you think of the chapter?

Until next time!