A/N: Thanks to Violagirl23, Purplo9, charliesunshine and dreamzspark for reviwing the last chapter! The support is appreciated.

I hope you enjoy this chapter :)


"How many ways to get what you want?

I use the best

I use the rest."

- John Lydon, 1977.


The 22nd Annual Hunger Games

Sheen O'Halloran (18), District 1 Male

The Sex Pistols - Anarchy In The UK (1977)


I did not expect this.

All around me is a scene of destruction. I had expected a natural arena, but as I stand on my pedestal awaiting the start of the Games, all I can see looks like an oversized demolition site. Wrecked shells of buildings jut out above the rubble of the destroyed city that surrounds us.

I can't really see how we will be able to find sustenance is this hostile environment. Cornucopia supplies will be more important than ever.

I'd never even considered not sprinting to the cornucopia; the Careers always do. Looking round the other tributes to find my allies, I immediately spot the tributes from District 4 due to the ridiculous height of the male tribute. He must be nearly seven feet tall. He scored the highest of all of us in training, scoring a ten for himself. He's the one to beat in these Games.

Still, I reckon I can take him on.

Looking inwards towards the cornucopia, there are no supplies outside the golden horn. The only things between the pedestals and the cornucopia are pieces of rubble. Amongst them lie a couple of shards of metal that could be used as a makeshift weapons, in the unlikely scenario that the Careers can't salvage any better weapons.

I just have time to spot the short, brown haired girl from District 2 before the gong sounds and the Games begin.

The sprint to the cornucopia takes less time than I expected. I'm one of the first two to arrive along with the boy from District 2 and we rush inside the horn to gather supplies.

There is plenty of food and water, some decent sleeping bags, a large first-aid kit and many other life saving pieces of kit. The Career Alliance will be well-supplied this year.

However, there are no weapons.

No weapons? I think. The Gamemakers must really hate us.

Then I remember the rubble outside. Tonnes of scrap metal and broken glass. Heavy bricks could be of use, too.

And the Gamemakers have all the Careers trapped weaponless in the cornucopia, with potentially armed tributes waiting outside. I can almost guarantee that not all of the Careers will survive the bloodbath.

I have to get out of here, and fast.

All of us make a break out of the cornucopia at the same time, and I can only watch as the boy from District 2 gets cut down almost immediately by a much younger boy, who carries a foot-long segment of broken metal, deformed to the extent that it is serrated along one side.

I reach down to grab the object nearest to me- a lead pipe- when I notice someone approaching. Assuming it to be the boy with the metal, I take a swing at the figure.

I don't realise that it was my district partner until the pipe has crashed against her skull. I stare in shock as she falls, and only when she hits the floor do I notice the boy from Four. He has an iron bar, conveniently sharpened at one end to give him a crude spear. He's twenty yards away, and poised to throw.

Instinctively I collapse to the floor as the spear flies over me. I scramble back to my feet and turn to run away from the cornucopia.

Two Careers are dead already, and the alliance is in tatters.

There's only one feasible option from here; to go it alone.

And so I run from the cornucopia, never to look back.


The arena for the 22nd Games reduced the success of the Career tributes, as cornucopia supplies held little value; there was an abundance of weapons everywhere. Training didn't matter anymore; only strength and wits would win the 22nd Games.

Of the fourteen casualties on the first day, three of them were Careers; only the boy from District 1 and both from Four escaped the bloodbath alive, but poorly supplied. There were no alliances amongst the ruins, and it was every tribute for themselves from the very beginning of the Games, which was a scenario that had never occurred before.

The 22nd Games only lasted a week; supplies were hard to come by, and five of the ten who survived the bloodbath died of either starvation, dehydration or hypothermia during the bitterly cold nights. By the sixth day, four tributes were alive; Sheen, the girl from District 4, the boy from Six and the girl from District 10. Sheen killed off the girl from District 4 on the sixth day, but was never involved in the finale; the other two tributes wiped each other out on the morning of the eighth day, crowning Sheen the victor of the 22nd Annual Hunger Games without him ever realising that the Games were almost over.


A/N: Please review! Constructive criticism is welcome.

Also, I'm off to Paris for the weekend, so the next chapter won't be posted until Tuesday :)