I did not write The Hunger Games, Catching Fire or Mockingjay. Everything is by Suzanne Collins. Only some plots are by me.

Ladies and gentlemen, let the 75th Annual Hunger Games begin!

I was standing on the platform, counting down to sixty, and taking in my surroundings.

The arena was nothing like I'd ever seen before.

For one thing, it's surrounded by water. An arena filled with water. It seemed to be night time, because the sky was black. Though it was tinged with red. The colour of blood..

One thought flashed through my head.

This is no place for a girl on fire…

Thirty seconds left, and I looked at my fellow tributes.

I saw Finnick next to me, looking around as well. Though still portraying that arrogant look.

Mags was on my other side, her face neutral.

I tried looking for Peeta but he was nowhere in sight. Probably blocked by the giant Cornucopia in front of me. I tried to keep this fact from distressing me.

Ten seconds left. I was observing the weapons in a big pile at the Cornucopia. A bow and arrow!

Five seconds, and I'm bracing myself, all the while wondering how I'm supposed to get to the Cornucopia.

Then it hit me.

I'm supposed to swim!

Three seconds, two, one, and I'm jumping into the water.

It's seawater. I can taste the salt on my lips.

The jumpsuit I'm wearing lets me glide through the water easily. Honestlyy, Cinna. How do you do it?

The thought of my stylist gives me a pang of sadness. What happened to him? Why did the Capitol want to harm him?

I'm at the platform to the Cornucopia in minutes.

I look around me and see that no one has reached it yet.

I managed to fish out the bow and arrow, a wooden one that strangely reminded me of home just a little bit, but my hunter instincts alerted me. I could sense someone behind me.

I spun around, bow already loaded, to see Brutus standing there, spear in hand. His leer was terrible.

I judged how quickly it would take my arrow to penetrate his brain, to when his spear would enter my chest.

Without thinking, I sent an arrow aimed at his throat, but he deflected it with his belt. Wha-? How did that happen?

In the time I took to be confused, Enobaria came forth without me knowing straight away and threw her dagger towards my stomach.

No! My baby is in there!

I dodged, but the dagger didn't entirely miss and sank itself into my side. The pain was instantaneous.

I drew out a loud scream, and clutched my side. Sobs choked my throat, and not just because of the stabbing pain.

What if my child was harmed? Well, I know I wasn't planning on getting out of this arena alive with my baby. Peeta had to be the one to survive. But, I mean. I don't know. It felt like my one personal ally.

I got my bearings, though I was losing a lot of blood, and grabbed my now scarlet bow and arrow, aiming it towards the tribute who wounded me, but I couldn't see anyone.

I stumbled around to the edge of the platform, looking for Peeta, when a hand grabbed my wrist.

I turned quickly, and..

'Peeta!' He was standing there, looking exhausted but unharmed, dripping wet.

He gave me a lazy smile, but it turned into a look of concern as he saw my hand at my side.

I looked down, and saw that my hand and most of my water suit was dripping scarlet.

All I could feel before I fell was Peeta's hands catching me and shouting my name with worry, before I was succumbed to darkness.

A/N:

OK guys, so how'd you like it? I apologise for how short it is!

The chapter, I mean. Not the story eheh.

I'm incredibly new to all this story writing, so sometimes I can't get the jist of it.

I will be making future chapters longer though!

Please review, maybe even just to show me you're reading, anything. Even critisism! Nothing rude though, please.

I'll be posting again maybe tonight or tomorrow morning/afternoon.

New chapter every day!

-Naomi