Disclaimer: I have become quite fond of saying that I do not own the Hunger Games.

This character talks like a sailor, if you know what I mean. No pun intended. No idea why so many of my characters are cursing lately...


Carson Oaks (Age 16) – District 7

Sail boats. We are in sail boats. And I've been barfing my guts out since the games have begun. Must've raised the sea level by at least a foot I've puked so much. Seasickness. Of all the damned things in this world to die of, I am probably going to die of dehydration. I lean over the edge of the boat and let another round of the putrid liquid into the sea. Glad I'm not drinking this water. Feel sorry for the poor bloke stupid enough to. Death by vomit: Now that, that is reality T.V. folks, The Hunger Games, nothing like them in the world.

Well, it could be worse. I could be dead by now. There was a fifty percent chance I was going to die the very instant I entered the arena. Everyone was lifted into this lovely landless arena and placed in stupid boats, which basically ensured that everyone, except the District 4s, was screwed over. Stupid Capitol. Always picking favorites. But did they stop there? Hell no. Two tributes per boat. Better work up a negotiation fast. Sixty seconds. Excellent practice for any competitive debate team.

"Okay, class! Today we are going to practice negotiation skills, 'cause sometimes you just need to meet in the middle! So, each of you have sixty seconds. If you can't convince your partner to agree with you, you better hope you're the stronger one!"

Poor, fumbling District 3. She didn't stand a chance. Despite her efforts to team up, as soon as the gong rung, I was on her neck. Snap! Death in an instant, and the girl's body was thrown overboard. She didn't die in vain, of course. Capitol forbid anyone ever dies in vain. Turns out it takes at least two people to work the sailboat. And that's if you know what you are doing. That would not be me. Lucky for me, I wasn't the only one who realized this a little too late. So there more than half the living tributes were, unable to move. All the weaklings of the Games who didn't kill their boating partner were speeding towards the Cornucopia. The irony. They took all vital items, only leaving the small change for our pickings as it tauntingly slowly moved our way in the current.

By some miracle I managed to get the boat to work; it involved tying ropes to other ropes in a blob of string. I didn't know if I was supposed to do that, or what I was supposed to do when I had to change the direction that the boat floated in. Whatever. The next day I found there are abandoned boats everywhere. One that I saw was a smaller, one-man sail boat. It even had food and water. Score. The only thing it didn't have was that giant screen T.V. and the video game consul which was back in the Capitol, but, hey, I'm not one to complain. It would be nice though.

Anyways, back to the creepy skeleton boats. Yeah, did I forget to mention that? A fog covers the whole sea, only going away when the sun is at its highest. The lights on the boats illuminate them like skeletons. Creepy, right? Well, you can never tell if that next boat is going to be abandoned or full of tributes ready to ransack you. Fun. Adds an amusing element of mystery. Not.

So I have no idea if that black motorboat zooming towards me from only a hundred meters away is occupied or not. Judging by the straightness of the line, I'm guessing it's not empty. Shit. I duck down in a ball and try to make myself as small as possible, hoping they hadn't seen me. But my stomach lurches. And there is no way I am throwing up in this boat. I leap to the edge of the boat and let my insides spew into the water. Again. It is just in time to see the boat's passenger through something into my boat, rocking it with the sickening sound of splintering wood. No problem, right? Wrong. I now have a canon ball sized hole in my deck. Double shit. But what good would it be to sink my boat? There are plenty in this area. But I want to save my boat, no matter the cost.

The water is already up to my ankles when I feel the burning sensation. Not a light tingle of flames caressing your leg sensation, but a fire consuming your leg sensation. I lift one of my feet and see the shoe has been burned off, and now the skin was peeling. Acid. There was no way in Hell I had thrown up enough to put that much stomach acid in the water. Or was there? No. It must have been like that from the beginning, it's not like I actually touched the water. It's a possibility, right? No matter the reason, I have to get this water out. All I have is my hands, and after a few minutes I realize they will get me nowhere. The skin is bubbling painfully and the water is to my knees. I grit my teeth to keep from screaming. My eyes are watering. I swear it's from the acidic fumes! I don't cry. Men do not cry.

"Ah, fuck this shit!" I yell out into the fog. I get to the edge of the boat and jump into the water. I try to make a mad swim to the nearest boat. Ever try to swim in acid? I suggest you don't. It's harder than molasses. Not that I've tried swimming in molasses, but, you know. Not only is your skin being dissolved from your body, but you also get dragged underneath the acid. Ever have your eyes open in a pool of acid? Of course you haven't, and I suggest you don't. They turn to jelly as soon as they make contact. It hurts like hell. And as soon as you open your mouth to scream in pain, all that acid goes racing down your jugular.

All you can do is claw with your now bony fingers as your internal organs dissolve. That doesn't help. Screaming doesn't help. Crying in pain doesn't help. Even staying still doesn't help. And soon, your whole body burns. You become happy that you can't see it happen. Each cell leaving might as well be an atomic bomb. And it's so slow— it gets even slower when you stop moving – yet, time moves so fast. And you just lay there thrashing around as you burn and die. It's only when you wish for death – beg for it – does it seem to end. And your last thought might as well be at least Hell can't be any worse than this.


I have never really made an evil person die... as in truly evil. I base this off of my bro. Not saying he is evil, but he isn't the nicest or smartest cookie in the cookie jar. Anyway, the next will be epic, thanks to an idea I got yesterday from a review (the person will be revealed tomorrow). Speaking of reviews! xXKillerxxCupcakeXx, Batooo, LunaPadma, Pinneappletrampoline, LeoLeon, and Persephone's flower, I would like to say thank you for reviewing! It warms my heart knowing there are people out there reading, all whom I would love to thank for taking the time to read my story! I know I say this same thing every time, but seriously, you guys are amazing!