A/N: The Bloodbath is finally here. I hope you enjoy!
-ForeverPotter17
Eric's POV:
Three...two...one.
That is the last thing I hear before I am shot through this glass tube thing.
I squint once my tube stops, because there is a reflection from the sun shining right into my eyes.
I hold my hand up, and the glass divider is suddenly gone, sending a huge whiff of that scent we get in District 4 right after it rains.
It almost makes me happy to feel something so familliar.
I look next to me and see Page standing still on her platform. While other tributes are getting into their running stances, and the girl from District 8, Gwen, was grasping a small red ball in her hand.
Then, the chaos started.
I watched almost in slow motion, as the small red ball bounced out of the girls hands, and her plate exploded.
The last I saw of her, she had a horrified expression on her face...now there were bits and pieces of her lieing everywhere.
I sigh as I try and remove that image from my head, I look at Page, and I know she has witnessed what had happened as well, because she was wide-eyed and frozen.
The other tributes, having heard a loud 'BOOM' merely glanced over, and then shrugged.
She was one less threat for them. But to me, she was a person, with a life that was just lost.
I shake my head.
I needed to get into the career train of thought, and fretting over a simple dead girl was useless.
Then, I hear the voice of the Head Gamemaker.
"Welcome, tributes, to the Sixty Eighth Hunger Games! May the odds be ever in your favour! Let the Game's begin!"
I have sixty seconds.
"Fifty" says the voice, and I prepare myself.
I suddenly look all around me, and see that the golden Cornicopia is located in the middle of a giant field, with a fense surrounding it.
There were woods and tree's all around the fense, and I was suddenly thankful that I was going to be a career, because there were probably dangerous animals everywhere.
I looked up slighly and noticed a giant Volcanio, not too far from where the Cornicopia was, and I gulped.
I hope that is just for show, and it doesn't erupt.
"Thirty!"
I look at Page and noticed that she was getting read to run. I was pretty fast, but I would have to stay with Page, because I didn't know how good she was at running.
"Twenty!"
I look at the other tributes; they were back into their running stances. Flint, the Career leader, was eyeing them, probably deciding on who to kill first.
That thought disgusts me, so I focus on nothing but the Cornicopia.
"Three! Two! One! GO!"
Page's POV:
Once I hear, "Go," I bolt towards the Cornicopia, leaving everyone else in the dust. Once I'm there, I grab the best sword there that I see, and lift it in my hands.
I see many of the tributes, Eric included, were already in the fight.
I am focusing on Eric fighing the guy from District 11, Alex, and I watch as Eric uses his tridant to deflect 11's knife.
Suddenly, I hear a wrustling to my right. I turn around and spot the girl from 9, Courtney, grabbing a spear.
She spots me and grins.
"Look at you, a little career," she says, and then throws the spear at me.
I dodge it and run at her, tackling her to the ground.
"Who's little now?" I ask her, and she has fear in her eyes.
"Please," she whispers, and I heasitate, my sword pointed at her throat.
I let up a bit on my force, a huge mistake, because she then tackles me, pulling my hair.
"You fight like a kid!" I say. She grins.
"Kid's don't have knives," she says, and then she slices my wrist, tearing through my veins, making blood squirt everywhere, and leaving a deep gash.
I then see red, as I run forward, dodge her knife, and sent my sword directly through her heart.
I hear a cannon, and I know that she must be dead.
I rip my sword out of her slack body, and I am breathing heavily.
I place her spear and knives pack into our wepons pile, and notice Eric running toward me.
"Where is eleven?" I ask, and he sighs.
"Got away...give me your wrist," says Eric, who then grabs a first aid kit.
"Oh honestly, it's not that bad-" I start, but then I look down and notice that I was covered in blood. The blood was still gushing out of my wrist, and the angry hole in my wrist was searing in pain.
Suddenly, I fall to the ground, and my last thing I see is Flint kill the District 5 male.
Eric's POV:
Once Page passes out, the chaos seemingly stops.
That is, until Flint spots that District 3 guy falls and knocks over a huge pile of food, making Flint stomp over to him.
"You're dead!" cried Flint, who then picked up Ben, punched him in the face, and shoved my tridant through his skull, making his blood squirt everywhere.
"Why did you do that?" asked Flower incrediously.
"You've got a problem with it? I'm the leader here! Remember that!" said Flint, who then turned to me.
"She's awake. Get her up and ready, we need you two and Sheen to scout the perimeter," said Flint.
I turned and saw Page was standing, picking out knives and hocking them onto her belt. She also had her sword in scabbard.
"Are you sure you're okay to go?" I ask.
She nod's.
"I can't worry over every single injury. Truth is, there will probably be lots," said Page.
I gaped at her.
This coming from the girl who used to cry every single time she skinned her knee? Has the arena changed her that much already?
She had her first kill, I realized.
All I did was battle that District 11 kid, and I didn't even hurt him too badly (a few bruses), and Page had to kill someone...
I had the sudden urge to grab her and never let go, but I knew it wasn't the time for that.
What it is time for?
Patroling the peremiter.
As I pick up my tridant and fasten a set of knives to my belt, I can't help but wonder if I should be doing anything to help Page at the moment.
She was hurt, she had just been forced to kill someone, and she had witnessed horrifing death's take place all around her.
The I figured out that, the only alone time we'd be getting would be when we were scouting, where nobody (currently in the game) could hear what we were saying.
I need a nap.
Hope you liked it! There will be a list of (gone) tributes in the next chapter.
Review for me please! XD
-ForeverPotter17
*P.S.* Yes, that means you potterhead-whovian-girlonfire.
Bye!