A/N: Thanks to mangesboy01, richards25, I-am-Cashmere-the-victor, charliesunshine, lucylovesbooks and nevergone4ever for reviewing!

This chapter is about another victor from 'Catching Fire', although the amount of description about him is minimal, at best. So this is my interpretation of Blight. I doubt it'll please everyone, but as ever, I hope that you enjoy the chapter :)


"I've got to rise above the emotional flood

I've got to cut these ropes around my hands

Pull myself around."

- Grant Nicholas, 2001.


The 46th Annual Hunger Games

Blight Gunn (18), District 7 Male

Feeder - Just A Day (2001)


"Oh, how sweet," taunts the girl from District 1, Aurelia. "You thought you could help her, didn't you?"

Aurelia pauses for a moment, as though she's waiting for me to say something, but her penetrating eyes never leave my face when I don't respond. Behind her, I can see Hazel bleeding out on the floor, no longer the centre of Aurelia's attention. The Career's dagger is still buried in my district partner's chest.

It all happened so quickly. Either we were careless, or she has godly levels of stealth. In an open arena such as this one (which is set predominantly in a flat, dusty desert), I'd guess the former is the source of our predicament, but ultimately the cause does not matter. Only the result matters, and I would bet heavily that the result will be the untimely death of both myself and my district partner, Hazel.

I'm completely trapped. Pinned against a large boulder by Aurelia, who holds a second dagger in her free hand, I have virtually no chance of escape. My only weapon, some form of hatchet that I found in the desert, is tucked into my belt and thus out of my reach. Any attempt to reach it will undoubtedly result in my imminent death.

I suddenly come back to my senses as Aurelia hits me hard across the face, clearly enraged.

"You should be showing me some respect like the superior human that I am!" she snaps, showing me all the foolish arrogance that I have grown to expect from the Careers.

"Does it really matter what I do now?" I say, daring to stand up to her. "Let's face it; I'm dead either way, and things can't get any worse for Hazel."

As I mention my district partner, I suddenly become aware that she has stopped crying. I fear the worst, and it doesn't take long for my thoughts to be confirmed as cannon-fire rolls out across the arena.

"It looks like it's already too late for her," jeers Aurelia, pressing her dagger lightly into my throat.

I know that the end is almost here. I don't have long before she'll either get bored or angry. Or maybe both. Still, I feel the need for a somewhat witty reply, so I shrug before answering my murderer.

"It doesn't bother me that she's dead," I say. "I'm sure it's better for her this way."

I can tell from the way that Aurelia frowns that I have succeeded in irritating her. I can feel an increase in pressure from the dagger's blade against my neck. Just enough for me to feel pain; just enough to draw blood. The end is coming.

"Maybe you'll enjoy being reunited with her," grins Aurelia, staring straight into my eyes.

For what feels like half a minute, we stand motionless, staring straight at each other, as though some sort of mental deadlock has been reached. I could attempt to escape her now, but I don't. I'm ready to accept my fate.

Then suddenly there is a brilliant flash, searing heat and then nothing.


The Gamemakers had surpassed themselves during the 46th Games, with an arena based on a recreation of an important archaeological site near District 5, in a place that was once known as New Mexico. The arena was based on what was believed to have been a scientific research centre, where links to warfare had been found by Capitol historians and archaeologists. So the Gamemakers produced a recreation of a nuclear testing facility, complete with buildings full of priceless scientific equipment and a control room. For the first time, the tributes had control of the traps themselves. After one tribute, the boy from District 6, became careless in the control room, the full potential of the nuclear facility was realised as a runaway nuclear reaction was triggered, vaporising the facility. Only four tributes were far enough away from the blast to not be instantly incinerated, and all four suffered severely from radiation poisoning before only one, District 7's Blight, was left standing.


A/N:That was rather dark... But anyway, what did you think of both Blight and the arena? I'm curious to see your opinions!

I'd just like to take the opportunity to thank everyone for a record number of reviews for the last chapter; eight. That's just amazing. So can we match it and get to 200 with this chapter? :)

P.S. If you're ever needing some other fanfics to read, may I recommend 'Riley's Choice' by mangesboy01? I've found it both gripping and interesting in the early chapters. I just thought I'd give it a mention :)