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RinaCath: Ick, you're lucky. We got finals until the end of this week, heh.
Yeah, the last chapter was jumpy, even to me. But I'm really anxious to take a stab at the bloodbath and everything.
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The morning started early. Robin and Beast Boy were given a pair of sweats to wear. After Cinna was finished giving district 12 their outfits to the arena, they would receive their original uniforms. Both Titans couldn't help but find that as one hell of a blessing. Despite how corny it sounded, both would agree that they felt much more comfortable in clothes they were familiar with.

Haymitch had said little to them after the interviews with Caesar. If everything went well, many sponsors would be flooding in requests to aid them in the arena. So he said to wait the full minute for the gong unless they wanted to be blasted by a mine, make sure to avoid grabbing any supplies once the Games started, and to just survive. So Haymitch was probably up near the Gamekeepers room, sorting through ( hopefully ) many sponsor requests. Beast Boy remembered how awkward it felt on the way back to their rooms- Robin had been terribly quiet on the way back. No doubt of course. Death was always a touchy subject, especially when it came to someone close.

Both boys met out in the dining hall. Breakfast was hot and steaming on the table, but neither took a seat. Beast Boy looked at Robin and rubbed his arm. The silence was no worse than when they left for their rooms yesterday. "Did you sleep good last night?" He asked, for the sake of his sanity.

"Not really." Was all Robin said. If the Boy Wonder was tired, he did a good job of not showing it.

Beast Boy nodded. "...Do you think we'll really have to kill people?" He asked.

Robin frowned. "I hope not."

He sighed and started for the roof when Robin muttered. "I know that everything here is real, but I just can't see people killing each other. Especially us."

Beast Boy stared at Robin for a moment and sighed. "We'll avoid it somehow if they do." He said, walking over to the latter and giving him a supportive pat on the shoulder. "We should get going. Haymitch said that the helicopters would be here to pick us up at eight sharp. I can already hear them coming. Want me to go first?"

Robin shrugged. The green changeling took that as a yes and started for the roof. They weren't allowed to travel to the arena together- Robin's ride would pick him up once Beast Boy was delivered. "Good luck, dude. See you soon?"

"Yeah. See you soon." Robin looked up and gave him a small smile. Beast Boy smiled back, but he knew that Robin was plenty worried.

Up on the roof, Beast Boy braced himself against the winds as the helicopter hovered a few feet above the air. A metal ladder was waiting for him. All he had to do was put a foot and a hand against it, and he froze. Haymitch also mentioned that once you touched the ladder, you're stuck so you don't try and escape or kill yourself. It wouldn't be any fun for the Capitol to watch a tribute be killed so easily. He was brought into the belly of the copter once it started off, though he was still glued to the thing after the bottom doors were shut. A lady in a white coat approached him with a smile. Beast Boy would have smiled back...if it wasn't for the syringe in her hand.

"I thought we weren't supposed to get any shots!" Beast Boy exclaimed, looking at the needle in horror.

The lady's smile didn't fade. It almost looked artificial. "It's not exactly a vaccine. It's a tracker, so we always know where you are and how you are faring."

Beast Boy frowned. It felt like the Capitol was treating him like a true blue animal. He said nothing more as the lady rolled up the sleeve of his sweats and injected the tracker into his upper arm. For a moment Beast Boy wondered if he was going to pass out when the needle was a few inches away from his flesh, but thankfully the current kept him in place. It still hurt like a bitch, though.

The ride lasted for what seemed like days. After giving him the painful shot, the lady in the white coat disappeared, leaving the poor changeling to himself. The only way Beast Boy knew they were relatively close to the arena was when the windows started to tint themselves until they were almost black. Eventually the helicopter slowed, and Beast Boy was sent down the ladder. This time he went down a dark tube, which apparently lead to everything underneath. The Launch Room, they called it.

Cinna showed up after thirty minutes or so, tending to district 12's needs. He came in with a sad smile, giving Beast Boy the outfit he first came with. The familiar material almost felt like a security blanket. He sighed and headed towards the soy-based foods as his stylist headed towards Robin's room, but couldn't eat a bite.

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A helicopter came for Robin just a few minutes after Beast Boy left, but he couldn't see anything else in sight once they took off. Despite the nasty feeling of anxiety and the horrible tracker shot, Robin appreciated the ride. It gave him an hour or so to think.

He leaned against the cool ladder, sighing. Questions he normally would scold himself for thinking started popping up in his head. 'How could this happen? Could this all be a joke? Was our hard work all for nothing?' It was very disappointing, taking a trip to the future by a few hundred years to see that the entire continent of North America was no longer in existence. What caused it? Was it something he and his team could have dealt with? Did their sudden timeskip prevent whatever from being stopped?

After mulling around in his thoughts, the windows of the helicopter turned black. They must be closer to the destination.

Robin was lead down to the catacombs of the arena. Otherwise known as the Launch Room. He heard something about this also being called the Stockyard, but he wasn't too sure.

Cinna arrived shortly after tending to a nervous Beast Boy, his uniform save in a garnet bag. He greeted Robin with a nod, handing over what he had been waiting for. Robin quickly put it on with no hesitation, feeling more secure than he had in a few days. He fixed his hair in the mirror and was finally able to recognize himself.

"All tributes are allowed to bring one item from home with them into the arena, as long as it's not booby-trapped or a weapon. Your communicators were the only thing that was allowed to come with you." Cinna said, handing Robin the familiar yellow and black radio. "It's disabled now, but it should work perfectly once the Games begin. Good luck." Cinna left Robin with a pat on the back and headed out to his original district.

Robin dusted his uniform off before heading towards the snack table. There was plenty of food there, but his apatite had vanished. He was sure it wasn't smart heading out into a survival mission on an empty stomach, so he forced a few things down, just to be safe. A few agonizing minutes after that, a lady came into his Room and said it was time to launch. Robin nodded and was directed to a cylinder of some sort. The lady explained that the cylinder was going to bring him up into the arena, near the Cornucopia. A minute after standing there and hell would begin.

So he did as he was told, making sure to breathe deep as he was taken up and everything turned black for a few seconds. Later the darkness broke to light, and he squinted as nothing but pure sunlight shone in his eyes. He and the other twenty five tributes were now standing on metal plates in the middle of a clearing in a forest. In the middle of the clearing laid a gigantic, golden horn with weapons, supplies, and other items spewed all around it. Across from his plate, Robin could see Beast Boy standing tall, observing his surroundings as well. Robin smiled a bit, sudden pride flowing though him for his teammate. Beast Boy would do fine.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Claudius's voice rang out. "let the Seventy-fourth Hunger Games begin!"

And so they waited. Never before had a minute taken so long.

Robin focused on the goods he was about to take. Haymitch had told him to ignore everything and head away from the Cornucopia, but Robin wasn't one to be doubted. He could probably run faster and think quicker than most tributes here. He could easily take that sleeping bag over there and a nice batch of knives a few yards away from that and be on his way. The minute started to draw to its end, and Robin found himself flexing his hands into fists, muscles tense.

The gong finally rang. Robin screamed 'now!' in his head and started for that sleeping bag he first spotted. It was good to see that nobody else had even taken a foot off of their metal plates. Beast Boy had also started for his own supplies. Looks like he was ignoring Haymitch's advice as well.

Robin was just a few yards away from that sleeping bag now. He leaned down to grab it as he ran, but he blinked once, and... "What?"

The sleeping bag was gone. Vanished out of thin air.

He skidded to a stop and blinked hard. Taking a good look around the clearing, he noticed every weapon and bag was gone. What was happening? Was this some type of joke?

"You're too slow! I thought you were better than that!" A voice said out of thin air.

Robin turned his head, confused. Did someone just talk to him, or was he just making things up? A sudden gust of air shot by him, a blue, but barely visible blur inches from his face. Never mind this. He knew his tricks to survival, and it didn't include anything that the Capitol wanted to offer. Plus standing out near the giant horn made him nothing but a sitting duck. As Robin started for the forest, he noticed Cato approaching in the corner of his vision. The Career was coming towards him pretty fast, one arm back like he was preparing for a punch.

The first punch was off by a few inches. He and Cato got involved in a mini-melee, though most of the other tributes attacks were sorely aimed. Robin hated how much attention he and Cato were attracting, wanting nothing more than to escape into the woods before someone picked up one of the invisible weapons and took aim. Ducking and weaving his way around so that they were quite a few yards away from the gold horn, Robin suddenly noticed Beast Boy rounding a corner, desperation plastered onto his face. His attention turned to his teammate, Robin lost his focus. Cato took full advantage of that with open arms, and socked Robin right in the chest.

Of course, Robin had been the victim of many punches and uppercuts before. But this lone punch Cato managed to deliver sent Robin off of his feet and flying the seven yards back into the Cornucopia. Pain lanced through his back as he made contact with the horn, knocking the break right out of his lungs and sending his vision spinning.

A figure which he thought was Beast Boy pounced on top of Cato in the form of a T-Rex. It grabbed Cato by the arm and flung the Career, and then turned back into a human.

Beast Boy's face came into view. "Come on Robin, get up! We have to move! They have superpowers too!"

Despite the pain in his back, Robin shook his head and stumbled to his feet. "S-superpowers? How?"

The other Titans shook his head, his face scrunched in shock as they made their way through the forest. "I don't know! If they did all have powers before, they certainly didn't show when we were training!"

They continued running for a while, always stopping to help pick each other up when they stumbled. As the minutes went by, a few cannons were shot, barely hear-able over the screams of the bloodbath. It looked almost like sunset when the two Titans slowed down, resting up against an oak tree.

"What happened?" Robin asked, massing the back of his sore head.

Beast Boy shook his head. "I was trying to figure out where one of the packs were when I saw this girl just, vanish! Then another one suddenly had a bunch of fire in her hands, but she started dancing and the fire moved with her. That's when I figured out that the other tributes had superpowers. I wanted to try and warn you about it, but you were already in that fist fight with Cato." Beast Boy's ears drooped. "It's my fault he hit you. I'm sorry."

Robin shook his head. "Cato just got a lucky shot. Don't be."

"That wasn't a lucky shot, Robin. You dented the gold."

He blinked. "I what?"

"Cato punched you so hard, it left a dent in the Cornucopia. I don't mean just a little dent. Your whole body was etched into that thing. Deep."

"...Wow." Robin muttered. "His superpower must be superstregnth, then. It certainly suits him."

Beast Boy looked to his leader, concern flashing in his eyes. "Are you alright to move? I can hear footsteps coming."

Robin grinned and stood. "Of course. I've taken worse hits than that." Beast Boy gave an unsure nod and followed him as they continued to move.

The sun was just starting to set as the forest started to thin out. Ahead of them was a city, skyscrapers and other lower buildings sat in front of them. Both Titans looked left and right from their current positions. The city spanned for as far as they could see. Robin looked to Beast Boy and pointed upwards at a fairly high skyscraper. Beast Boy nodded and silently turned into a pterodactyl, grabbing Robin gently by the shoulders and flying up as quickly as he could. Seconds later the two had a perfect view.

Robin was scanning the forest when he heard Beast Boy's gasp of shock. "No way. Dude, look at this!" He turned and looked to the direction where Beast Boy was pointing, and let out his own gasp in answer.

Despite the setting sun and the glare from the water, he could make out the shape quite clearly. There was Titans Tower, sitting on the little island out by the Pacific.

Home.

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Fight scenes are such a pain in the arse. I just might have to redo this chapter sometime.
But hopefully the location was a gasper ( if not somewhat obvious. )!