Cameron Nightwood's POV-D12
I rode my in limo back to the training center. I felt pretty good about my interview. I think I worked the charming angle pretty well.
I sat in my limo drinking some kind of fruity, alcoholic drink. We hit a bump and I dropped it, staining my shirt blood red. "God damn it! What's wrong with you?" I screamed at the driver. I through the glass at him, but it shattered a foot from his head. I stuck my hand towards the spot where it had shattered. There was a zap sound and I jerked my hand back. "Force field." I muttered under my breath. I saw the driver sneering at my blunder. I was about to yell back at him, but we pulled to the training center and I got out of the limo, looking as if I had just been stabbed.
I headed into the building and into the elevator. Two other tributes were already in the car, they both looked at me with amused sarcasm. The boy got off at 7 and the girl at 11. When the doors opened at 12, I step out of the elevator, just as Katerina stepped out of hers. I saw her stifle a giggle. She gave me a side ways look. I just sneered at her, but ended up laughing. We giggled and headed to the dining room. I continued to giggle throughout the meal. It probably had something to do with the fumes wafting up from my shirt.
After the main course my stomach started pulling uncomfortably tight, so I switched to punch. My head started to swirl and ache, so I ate more to try and counter act this. I finished the second course, and headed to bed.
I stumbled down the hall uncomfortably. When I reached my room I sat down hard on the bed, my head still swirling. I felt sick, but managed to hold down my dinner. Somewhere along the line of the headaches and chills, I dozed off. I dreamt of Crystal that night.
Fredalina Hefley's POV-D9
My eyes flicked open and my mind jumped into overdrive. At home, when I woke up in a strange place, I was usually in the woods. I calmed myself down, and went into the bathroom. I looked into the mirror and slid my hands over my curves. "Today, you are entering the arena. You will come out in a few weeks. Good luck." I had made a habit out of giving myself pep talks like that. I blew a kiss to my reflection and hopped in the shower.
I selected every luxury I could think of. As the water fell on my face I said a silent good-bye to showers like this. I finished in the shower. I dried my hair, cleaned my teeth, and went to my closet. I didn't see an outfit, of course I wouldn't have. I would receive my outfit for the games in the launch room. I put on a deep violet shirt and some black skinny jeans.
I headed out into the hallway. I thought about my cornucopia strategy as I walked to the dining room. When I got there I saw Kameron fiidling nervously with a bowl of oats. I held back a sneer; he had a right to be nervous, but seriously he could've been tougher. Oh well, at least he wasn't crying or something.
I loaded my plate with sausage and eggs. I grabbed the biggest glass and filled it with orange juice. I downed my breakfast and went back for seconds. After my second plate I was full. Kameron had a hardboiled egg in front of him now. I was afraid of becoming sluggish, so I stood up and did some jumping jacks. Kameron gave me a worried look, but I ignored him.
About ten minutes later, Tarra, our escort came in. Our mentor, Madna Dola, followed. Both women looked as if they were thinking about crying.
"Come on, it's time to get on the hovercraft." Madna said with a slight strain in her voice. I stood and walked over to them. Kameron followed. Tarra through her arms around us and began what I guess was throwing a tantrum into his shoulder. About ten minutes after that she lifted her head and wiped fake tears from her face. I was about to give her a look, but decided against it.
We followed them through a hall and up stairs onto the roof. Madna and Tarra waved to us as we disappeared into the hovercraft.
Bryce Benson's POV-D8
My ladder was pulled into the hovercraft. I wanted to step off it, but found I couldn't move. I noticed a woman come in with a tray. When she came closer I saw it was a small syringe. "Bryce, this is your tracker." She said calmly as she jabbed it into my arm. I could feel the tracker in my arm after she took out the needle. The electrical current stopped and I stepped off the ladder.
"Ouch." I said obnoxiously loud. I was directed into a lounge where my stylist waited. I was happy it wasn't the idiots who tried to moisturize me. Her name was Genna Stymle, she had long orangish hair with blonde highlights, at least her skin was actually skin color. "Hey Genna." I said and took my seat beside her.
"Bryce." She said. Genna was a bit bitter.
"So how long you think this will take?" A shook her head, then seemingly lost in thought starred at the floor. I got up to look out the window. I liked looking at the tree tops, the birds would fly along with the hovercraft for a minute before diving back into the trees. After about an hour, lunch arrived, and the windows blacked out. I looked at this meal as if it was a bit foreign. I knew this may very well be my last meal, but I couldn't get myself to believe I could be dead soon.
I was aloud to watch a TV, but all that was on was highlights from past hunger games. I ordered a cup of hot chocolate. As I drank it, I tried to get Genna to talk, but she didn't seem up to it. I thought about what I needed to get a the cornucopia. A sword would be helpful. I thought, then again, swords are useless when you're dead.
I felt the hovercraft begin to lower. "Hallelujah!" I yelled out, even though the ride was only about two hours. I stood by the door, waiting for it to be opened. A few minutes before we landed Genna looked up.
"Good luck Bryce." She said it quickly and wispy, as if she was in danger of choking on the words. I nodded to her. The door was opened and I left. Genna followed behind me a moment later.
We were directed to my personal launch room. Genna went to retrieve my bundle of cloths. She came back with a dark spandex-ish shirt, a cream colored jacket with a fur lined hood, tight black pants, cotton socks, some black knee length boots, and undergarments. I spent a minute checking out the jacket; it had pockets all over the inside.
I changed into the cloths, I left on my blue wristband with a golden wolf. I walked around in the cloths, testing them out.
At around 12, I gave Genna a hug and went to stand on my silver plate.
Espen Sefron's POV-D6
I felt my plate start to rise. I looked up and watched a panel slide open. I was pushed out into the sunlight. My eyes were confused for a second, but I soon focused.
"Ladies and Gentleman, Let the 39th Hunger Games begin!" Claudius Templesmith's voice boomed from the sky. I looked to my left, I saw a forest, my right; a black sea. The metal plates were lined up along what was about to become, a mosh-pit. The cornucopia was centered in the middle. I saw a mace lying in the grass about 20 feet from the center. I wasn't sure if I could reach it, but I saw a long knife on the way and figured I would scoop it up as well.
The gong rung in my ears and I bolted, down hill. I had to make sure my feet stayed under me. I reached the knife and scooped it in my arms. I was running for the mace. I reached it, felt the handle. I picked it up and was about to run, when I heard a knife wiz through the air. I turned in time to see the smile on the girl's face.
Cin Reese's POV-D5
I had a small, green backpack on my back; I had a coil of wire, and a banana in my arms. I ran as fast as I could towards the water. I was away from the lip of the pit when I realized; I couldn't swim. I whipped my head around and saw a thick forest. I doubled back and started to head for the woods.
When I was a good half mile into the woods, I slowed to a walk. My brain was telling me to find water and a place to spend the night. I decided I would keep walking.
After about an hour of walking, my mind began filling with Merritt. I wanted to find him, but I knew it was way too risky. For all I knew, he was already dead.
I walked for a few more minutes before I pulled the backpack off and unzipped it. I dropped the banana and wire inside. I peeked around inside. I found an extra undershirt, a tube of fever pills, and about 4feet of rope. I zipped the backpack, and slung it back across my back.
Rayne Westinghouse's POV-D10
I had decided to try and show some authority at the cornucopia, so I charged down the hill. I didn't dare go all the way in, but there were some weapons on the ground beside me. I grabbed a dagger in my right hand and a canteen in my left. The people coming down the hill didn't seem to notice me as they ran past. I stuck my dagger out; I caught a boy in the side. He didn't fall or anything, just reacted as if he had been punched, but I could clearly see the blood staining his jacket.
My mind started to flip around, I couldn't decide what to do. I began backing up towards the edge of the pit. I felt a hand on my arm. I was about to scream, but another hand clapped over my mouth. The hands spun me around; I was looking into Lamb's eyes. I felt the blood rushing back into my face. He waved me forward and I followed him up out of the pit. He had a medium sized blue pack flung across his back, he was holding a sword, and waving me forward towards a sandy plain. I didn't question, or even speak until we were far away from the pit.
"So Lamb, where are we going?" I asked hopefully.
"I have a hunch." A light fear crept into my mind.
"A hunch for what?" I asked, hoping it wasn't ridiculous. I tightened my grip on my dagger.
"I saw rock formations out this way. I think there might be caves, and in one of those caves might be an underground spring." I didn't want to point it out then, but there were way too many mights in that sentence.
"Sounds good to me." I said automatically.
Mica Gallen Farro's POV-D4
We stood centered in the pit. I had to say I was disappointed with the bloodbath. Only one body, but another kid was cut up pretty badly.
I noticed silver grab a spear and start tying crates and bottles to it. We each did the same. In a few minutes the ground was almost bare.
We hauled our goods out of the pit and located a lake, a mile or two from the edge of the woods.
We started to walk over to the lake. I took notice of the gloomy beach, the sandy plain, the forest, and the meadow place with the lake. I caught up to Silver.
"So, what do you think of the arena?" I asked friendlily.
"I like all the separate domains, but the mountains seem like great hunting grounds." I looked around confused. She saw my confusion and laughed. She pointed to the forest, well actually above the forest, "Just above the clouds." I squinted and could just make out a mountain peak.
We reached the lake. The water was fresh, and had little fish swimming around in it. We all dropped our goods in a pile. We came over to look at our lake. I knelt down and felt the grass. It was soft and thick. I walked back over to our goods. I fished out a sheath of arrows and a golden bow. I slung the arrows onto my back.
"Why do you need those?" Perry came up behind me. He sounded challenging.
"For hunting tonight." I said like this was casual conversation.
"You're not coming." He almost laughed. I gave him a stern look.
"I am. Leave Crystal." He just shook his head.
"Crystal got an 8. You pulled a 2. You're staying." He shoved passed me, to look at the weapons. I eyed the back of his head. How simple it would be to kill him right now.
Suddenly a cannon went off, then another. "Did they finally figure out it was over?" Silver says approaching the pile.
"I guess so." I say in the same friendly voice as before. Caden and Crystal head over as well. They pick through the pile.
When the sun starts to go down, they head out to the woods. I am left, my bow loaded, circling a stack of crates; pathetic. After a while I sit down. I shoot arrows into a tree. I look in some of the crates. I take a swig of water. I just hang out, until the night air starts to freeze.
Then I get up, zip my jacket, and search the bags for a sleeping bag. I find a fold up cot. I unfold it and put a cotton blanket over top of me. I prop myself up against a tree, I am careful not to fall asleep. I couldn't afford it, if Perry saw I had fallen asleep, I would awake to a knife in the back.
Soon enough the pictures start to appear in the sky, but the show is short, just the two boys from 5 and 6. 2 gone 22 left to play.
I know it will be harder, since I only killed 2 people, but I have stuff planned for almost everyone else.
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MaraudersofHogwarts-110
Rocket Summer-230
Cloudy-TheNightMareQueen-240
Skgirl4ever-55
Nikkitarmine-55
Hbrooks-150
Nightfall12-165
Kennelle-100
Hungergames8-100
T-Switzy-65
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