District Eleven's Aerin Sevani's POV
What kind of arena were they going to send us into this year? That was the main question on my mind as I rode up this tube that was taking to the unknown. Would the arena be an ice cold mountain? Would it be an island with an active volcano? Or would it be a wild forest? I just hoped that it wouldn't be kind of like last year's arena, an open desertish thing where you could spot your enemies from great distances. But there was a bad side to seeing your enemies from a far distance, if I could see them, they could see me as well. But on the good side, if they could see me from a far distance, I could see them as well. It would be hard for anyone to sneak up on me in that kind of arena, plus, I have two allies, we'd be able to watch each others backs.
The arena could hold any kind of arena though, who says that it'll be an open environment, what if it's somewhere where you can't see anyone until it's too late to form a plan or run away? What if the arena was so thick that you couldn't see the other tributes until they were within arms reach? I hoped that it wasn't one of the two extremes, each one sounded worse the more I thought of it. But the arena couldn't be that bad. Could it? No, it couldn't, what were the odds that kind of arena being chosen now. Out of all the choices they could make, what were the odds of choosing one of types of arenas this year?
After about thirty seconds of intense thinking, I saw a thin ray of sunshine. Then the thin ray of brightness doubled, then doubled again, then it rapidly became brighter as the platform I was standing on slowly made it's way up to the arena. Then before I knew it, the sun's ray shone powerfully in my eyes, burning my eyes and blinding me. I shielded my eyes with my right arm to block out the sunlight that was too powerful to look at. I was finally in the arena.
Man it was bright, where were we? Was this part of the arena? Were they trying to blind us with an overly bright sun? I didn't like this, what were we going to do in an arena that left us blind?
Even though I didn't know where I was, even though I couldn't see anything around me, it felt nice out here, the heat was warm and conformable, there was a nice breeze that contained some heat in it, but nothing too major, in fact, I was used to this kind of heat. This was the heat that I lived in. And there was the sound of birds in the air, mocking jays most likely. They were few in numbers and they sounded far away from where I was, but they were there neither the less. I slowly removed my arm from my eyes and let them adjust steadily to the sunlight.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" I heard this year's Hunger Games announcer boom excitedly through the sky "Let the one-hundred and thirty-ninth Hunger Games begin!" Ever so slowly, I saw what the arena around me was. At first it was a blur, I couldn't see anything clearly, my eyes still hadn't fully adjusted. But it quickly readjusted back to normal. Then my vision cleared. At first glance, I thought that I was still in the Capital, but only for a fraction of a second. Upon closer inspection, the buildings in front of me looked like the ones in the Capital, but most of the buildings, big and small, were heavily ruined. They were creaked in places, rusted, and heavily encrusted with tangled green vines that reached the tops of some buildings. If they weren't encrusted, they were only tangled in vines, just like how me and Angel were in the chariot tour. Or just covered in some places such as doors and windows. That's what the majority of the buildings looked like, old, vine covered, and abandoned. Around the buildings were trees, not forest trees, jungle trees. Not many, but a few made their presents in the city. These trees were as tall, thick, some were covered in vines, and all had huge leaves on top of them. I looked down to see that the ground still had signs of what was left below, but there were tall weeds poking out of the ground and thick green moss covering the concrete, or what little there was left of it. I looked up to see the tropical abandoned city that we were now trapped in, and it looked wonderful. It was just right to me, the vine covered buildings reminded me of some of the old houses that some of the people in my district live in as well as the justice building. Even though most of our homes weren't as Capital like as the buildings in front of me. The heat around me reminded me of the harvests we have each year. And the mocking jays that were in the distance reminded me of the fields that I worked in, when the mocking jays would fly over us and occasionally, someone would sing a little tune and the jays would sing it back.
I felt a smile come onto my face, this, this reminded me of home. Most of the things here reminded me of home, but when I saw the golden cornucopia and the various items surrounding it as well as my fellow tributes, the vision of home faded. I turned to look behind me to see that there was also another part of the arena, a full jungle part. That part was surrounded by trees and only trees. I thought of the arena, an abandoned city part, and a jungle part. What were we going to go towards? I wondered that. Then I heard the explosion to my left.
District Eight's December Juliet "Ember" Varen's POV
When I heard and felt the big bang earthquake of the explosion that shook the earth below me. The explosion scared me, it caused me to lose my balance from both the rumbling earth and shock. I'm glad that I didn't fall off the platform. I instantly looked to my right to see the District Twelve boy's body fly through the air in many different pieces. His whole body flew up and forwards, but it didn't mean that all his parts were going towards the same place. One of his arms went one way while shattered parts of his torso scattered in various other directions in various ranges. The land mines below him had vaporized his feet and the flesh from his what was left of his legs were flying through the air in a bloody mess. His wet, bloody flesh fell to the ground as well as his disgusting organs and bones while his blood rained down onto the moss covered ground making it turn from light green, to light green mixed with red.
The shock of his body being blown to bits, his flesh and guts and bones and blood flying though the air, before hitting the ground with sicking, wet thunks made me feel sick inside. All of a sudden, I felt myself wanting to throw up. No, why did it have to happen now? The gong still hadn't gone, why couldn't I puke then? Why couldn't I puke after the gong sounded? If I puked now I'd be the same as the boy beside me. Blown apart into a hundred pieces of different sized flesh. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted it up to my chest and puked into it. That image of the fat boy from twelve having his body blown up will never escape my mind.
Why did he have to set off the land mine? Why did he do that? He wasn't the smartest tribute here, but did he do that on purpose? Did he commit suicide? Or was it something else?
District Five's Alexander Natas's POV
Hahahahahahahahahaha! That stupid fat ass ran off the platform before the gong had sounded! And now his body parts and organs were spread out on the ground mixing the two colours of green and red together. Just like my token, my white hair was mixed with my blood, my albino colours, red and white.
The flashback of my stylist asking me if I had a token came back to me.
"Do you have a token?" She asked me when I was done dressing myself for the arena.
"Do I need one?" I asked her uncaring about a token.
"Everyone has one but you." I then looked at her.
"I didn't know I needed one." I told her before grabbing a knife. My stylist looked scared, like I was going to kill her, but she calmed down a little after I only cut off a chunk of my hair. I held my white hair into my left palm and slashed it with the knife causing my white hair and red blood to mix together. "That's my token," I told her holding out my blood stained hair for her to look at. "Red and white, the two things that make me what I am."
I squeezed my left hand and let the blood flow from my wound thinking about my token of choice. I looked over to my left see Tharizdun about four platforms across from me. The games had barley started, and this guy already had blood on him. Dark, red, crimson liquid that ran from his lower jaw down to his chin that dripped slowly down onto the platform where he stood. The little drops of blood splashing on the ground causing them to expand, and it didn't look like it was his blood, he looked unharmed. It was a good sight for me, seeing that someone's blood had been spilt. I wished I knew where he went so I could have got a little pre-game action myself. But there would be enough fighting to come, hopefully. I just needed to wait for another forty seconds before the bloodbath would begin. I had to wait for less then a minute before these games could begin.
Thirty seconds. I looked over to my first target. There she was, standing there oh so scared with that worried expression on her face.
Twenty seconds. I knew what I was going to do with her when I caught her. It was so clear in my mind that I could almost see and feel it right now. It gave me the shivers of delight.
Ten seconds. After all, she deserved every second of it.
Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Then the gong sounded, and as soon as I heard it, I sprinted towards the closest backpack I could find along with the majority of other tributes. Around me, I saw tributes coming from all directions, but I ignored them as I continued to sprint towards the backpack in front of me. Within seconds I reached a small, dark blue backpack that could hold anything within its size limit, I just hoped that it had a knife, it'd be a mighty shame if it didn't. Without slowing down, I grabbed the left shoulder strap before lifting it up to arms height. I threw my right arm through one shoulder strap before throwing my other arm through the other strap securing its place on my back.
Now that I had a backpack, I could focus my attention on the one thing that I wanted right now. I quickly looked around and found that bitch Valerie in one second flat. There was no way that I could have missed her. That bitch helped make my life a living hell, her and her father, and she was going to pay deeply for that. She was going to pay the price for both herself and her father today. Right now, she was trying to run away from the chaos near the cornucopia, but little did she know, that wasn't going to help her. I sprinted towards her and was ready to get her.
She was slow, a lot slower then I was, with each step she took I gained five, she was easy to catch. I easily caught up to her. When I was within reach I reached out with my right hand and grabbed a handful of her brown hair and pulled her towards me as hard as I could causing her head to snap back and for her to let out a high pitched shriek. She fell to the ground hard before I pulled her hair up forcing her back up to her feet. "You're coming with me." I snarled at her. I was going to make her pay for all the pain she caused me, her and her father. I then started to drag her towards the a section that was outside of the city that looked like a thick, dense jungle of sorts where we'd begin our fun. I was going to kill her slowly and painfully in an isolated part of the jungle. She was screaming at me, begging me to let her go while making pitiful attacks towards me, it was so pitiful that it was pathetic. And she should have known better, I wasn't going to let her go. When we get into the jungle, she won't be able to fight me. I wanted this, I wanted this so bad.
All of a sudden, I heard her stop screaming. What happened!? One moment she was screaming and begging, then the next moment she was silent. I looked at her and saw that a knife was wedged into the center of her head. Blood had exploded from her forehead and was running down her face in vertical red lines. I looked in the direction the knife had came from to see the twelve year old girl from District Two looking in my direction holding a couple of throwing knives in her left hand. Was she the one that took my prey? I then saw her switch a throwing knife from her left hand to her right hand. Was she going to throw it at me? It sure looked like it. I lifted Valerie's body up and used her body as a shield and I began to run towards the jungle while holding Valerie's body in a defensive position.
While running, I heard a knife hit Valerie's body as I got away from the cornucopia and retreated into the jungle. Damn you little girl, damn you, you just had to take away my fun didn't you?
District Nine's Talliana Messine's POV
I ran towards the cornucopia as soon as the gong sounded, I didn't waste anytime thinking of what I could, should, or try doing, I already knew what I needed. I needed something, a weapon at least, if I could get my hands on a weapon that suited me I would have a better chance of surviving in this arena. But I didn't see anything near me, but I was fast, if I could quickly run to the cornucopia and grab something before running away again.
I continued to run towards the closest item that I could see as I watched the other tributes run franticly around me. Damn, the bloodbath was more chaotic that I thought it would be, I shouldn't have came here, with twenty two other tributes all in one place, there was a good chance that I was going to get killed by one of them, especially if that got their hands on a weapon. That scared me, twenty two tributes running all around me, possibly with weapons, possibly out to kill me.
I started to think of abandoning the cornucopia and just take my chances without any items when I saw something not seven feet away from me, a large grey backpack that could be loaded with anything. I hoped that it contained food, liquid, and a small, one handed weapon, like a dagger or something of that sort.
I raced towards the backpack, disparate to get out of the bloodbath before it was too late. I needed to get away, quickly, the longer I was here the higher the risk of being killed was.
I quickly got to the backpack and grabbed it by one of it's shoulder straps before turning around and started running away from the cornucopia. I raced towards the city part of the arena when I felt something jerk me backwards. The jerk was powerful enough for me to lose my balance and cause me to crash to the ground. Oh no! Someone was here to fight me! And I was weaponless!
I quickly turned around to see the giant District One male career. In his left hand he held my backpack with an iron grip preventing me from running away with it, in the other hand he held a large sword that caught the sun's rays and reflected it in my face. I was temporarily blinded, but a little blindness wouldn't stop me, I was going to get out of here before he killed me, the backpack wasn't worth my life. I knew I couldn't defeat him, so why try?
I wasn't going to fight him, but I needed to get away, and I needed to do it quickly. I opened my mouth and shouted out a war cry, only the sound didn't come from where I was, I threw my voice so that it sounded like someone was behind the District One boy known as Griffin. I made it sound like someone was coming towards him. I hoped that it would distract him, I only needed to distract him for two, three seconds tops to make my escape.
It worked. I felt a little easier as I saw, through my semi-blind eyes, Griffin turn his head away from me to see who was coming after him. I scrambled to my feet and started to run away when I felt something grab the back of my shirt. I screamed out in fright as my feet were lifted several inches off the ground before I got turned around came face to face with Griffin again.
Looking into his eyes and seeing that smile of his, it seemed to say, you think you could fool me? I kicked and screamed and started to tremble with fear as I knew what he was going to do to me next.
District Six's Rayne Page's POV
Most tributes probably wouldn't have done what I had done. I ran towards the center of chaos and grabbed the biggest backpack that I could see. Others might have called it suicide, it was close to where the careers and their allies were, but they were distracted by the other tributes and I managed to snag this large black backpack with little problem. I snagged the backpack and quickly zipped it open and reached my hand into it to see if there was a weapon inside of it. With a backpack this size, there had to be a weapon inside of it, and I was right. I felt a weapon handle and excitedly pulled it out. Out of the backpack came a medium length bladed weapon, a machete. It wasn't exactly the Kukri I was hoping for, but it was close enough. Still holding my machete I closed my backpack and started to run towards my ally Life Lee who was already waiting for me at the entrance of a vine encrusted building. There were no other tributes over there and it looked like a safe escape route from the cornucopia. The problem was, she was on the other side of the bloodbath field, and with that, I had to get past the careers. But the good thing was, they were being distracted by twenty two other tributes, they hopefully wouldn't notice me until I was too far away from them.
I then put my speed to use and sprinted across the bloodbath field where I saw the District One boy cut off the District Nine girl's head with a sword. I instantly saw blood fly from her neck as the sword sliced through her neck before her head fell to the ground. I only looked for a second before I refocused on where I was running, there were still other tributes around and I didn't want to run into any of them.
I almost made it to the building where Life was when I felt a brick wall hit me on my left side. I got knocked onto my back and endured some rough pain before I looked up to see my district partner, Ricky Coler. Fuck, he just had to get in my way at this moment. I quickly got to my feet and let the machete I was still holding get ready to stab him. My machete was pointed at him just as he got to his feet. He wasn't facing me as I stabbed him in the back sending nearly two feet of steel through his ribs.
"Told you I was going to kill you." I said to him before I twisted the machete that had punctured through his right lung and pulled out the now blood covered machete. Blood raced out of his wounds before his body went limp and he fell to the ground face first.
As he died, I jumped over his body and ran to the vine encrusted building where my ally was waiting for me.
"You got anything?" I asked when I got near her. I didn't want to be the only one with supplies.
"I got this." She answered before holding up a medium sized black backpack.
"Great," I told her, she had left the bloodbath something "lets get out of here."
District Two's Lucifer Despar's POV
Damn, those little bastard tributes were either fast or cowardly this year. So far, we only killed two tributes between the eight of us. Howl killed the District Five girl and Griffin had just killed the District Nine girl not moments ago, we were doing bad this year. Damn it. There were going to be so many tributes that we'd have to look for later if we kept up this disapointing preformance. I looked at the survival knife that I had picked up from a weapons crate at the cornucopia. Seven inches of steel and perfectly crafted, a shame that I didn't get to use it yet. I looked at the knife and felt frustrated, I wasn't going to catch a tribute like this, not when they were all running all over the place picking up supplies and running away like no tomorrow. I didn't want to head too far away from my allies in case of an ambush, or get stabbed in the back by a surprise attack.
I sheathed my knife into it's sheath and picked up a bow that was within my reach and loaded an arrow into it. Long range wasn't my strong point, but this was probably the only way that I could kill a tribute at the moment. I pulled the string back and tried to aim at the orange haired girl, Sami I think her name was, from District Seven. When I thought I had a good shot, I released the arrow and let it fly towards her, only for it to hit the ground about three feet away from her. God, I couldn't hit them from afar either. I threw down the bow and walked towards the golden horn to see if there was anything useful that I might have missed. We'd search it later, but I might find a weapon that might make my life easier right now. I walked towards some of the crates only to see that some of the food crates had already been opened. Damn, someone got all the way here!? How did they do that? What the hell were we doing to let someone get this far into our territory?
Hmm, something though seems off about this. I looked at the thing that looked out of place in these piles of crates, it looked like a shoulder. I pulled my knife out and jabbed the thing with the sharp point of my knife. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard a yelp of pain, someone was hiding behind these crates of food. I felt myself smile as pulled a crate of food off another crate of food and saw a tribute hiding behind it. The District Eight boy Dav was crouching down, hiding from the bloodbath in fear while eating some dried beef strips that he had stolen from us.
"Enjoying that?" I asked before I slashed his neck open with my knife sending blood splashing onto some near by crates. I then took the bag of dried beef strips from his dying hands before the blood that was bubbling and flying out of his neck could ruin them. I then re-sheathed my knife before taking out a piece of dried beef string and taking a bite out of it. "Good enough last meal." I told him as the District Eight boy drowned in his own blood before fading away from this world.
A/N: Well, after 17 chapters, the games have started. What do you guys think of the bloodbath? Sorry Talliana, but I needed more bloodbath victims.
All of you remember this, plot armor, some of those who survived got major plot armor, if it were up to me, I would have killed five more tributes maybe, but I like them all too much to do that, it was hard enough to kill Talliana.
Votes on most dangerous tributes, first place goes to Zap/Tharizdun. Second places goes to Griffin and Helena/Howl. Third place goes to Lucifer, Rayne, and Alexander.
Death list:
24th place: Colin Aldrin. Blown up by land mines
23rd place: Valerie Snake. Death delivered by Helena/Howl
22nd place: Talliana Messine. Beheaded by Griffin
21st place: Ricky Coler. Killed by Rayne
20th place: Dav Anders. Slashed by Lucifer