District Seven's Willow Jacksmith's POV

I didn't look at the District One mentor as his veins expanded within his skin. I looked away and only heard his agonizing groans before I heard him gurgling, like he was drowning in something, until I heard his body fall to the ground.

I didn't look at him, I couldn't bear to look at him. His death just reminded me of what was to be expected in the arena.

But not only that, but that event reminded me of all the kids that were killed in District Seven, and the rest of the districts. There had been so many deaths in the last seven days, and there seemed to be no end in sight.

When would it end?

Now I was being raised into the arena, where there was going to be even more deaths. Like the deaths of all those kids and that one escort during the reapings, the ten year old kids, and the death of a mentor weren't enough. There had to be more. There always had to be more.

The arena came into view, and I had fully expected to come up and be blinded by the sun, but I wasn't. In fact, there was no sunlight in this arena, only artificial light, just like some of the factories were. The source of the lights, dim as some of them were, came from the light fixtures hanging over head and on the side of the walls.

Some areas were dark, dim, while some areas were lit up, like the bloodbath field and the cornucopia, everything could be seen clearly there. The backpacks and the crates and the assortment of weapons, they could all be seen clearly as they surrounded the golden horn that seemed to of lost it's shine and colour compared to the cornucopias that I was used to seeing on T.V.

And surrounding us were grey walls that were ruined with rust, dirt, and blood. It was scary, and the artificial red lights that glared off the walls didn't help it seem any more safe.

And the floor, it was also littered with rust, dirt, and blood. But there were other things other then those three marks, things that I didn't want to think about as this arena screamed out nothing short of death.

Everything was broken, decayed, and abandoned. Just like death.

I couldn't deal with this anymore. I didn't want to see anymore death, I've seen too much already. I knew what I had to do, so I did it, because I knew that I'd never make it far in this place because of what I needed to do or experience.

The words, the words written with blood, on the aged cornucopia reflected my feelings. It read: I don't want to play anymore.

Well I didn't want to play also.

I jumped forward, and let everything end.

District Five's Alexa "Fortune" Langer's POV

Holy shit! The gong hadn't even went off and we've had someone killed already!

I was just looking at the backpacks, thinking that one of them might have some drugs in them that could help me with my cravings when suddenly that explosion occurred.

I looked over towards the direction of the explosion to see that someone had been blown up into fifty or something pieces. Pieces that consisted of arms, legs, stomach, chest, neck, head, and all the insides of a person just suddenly separated from each other Fifty wet, bloody, pieces that flew in every direction. Up, down, left, right, everywhere. And the sounds that they made when they landed only made it worse, and it didn't help that the amount of blood that appeared was enough to fill several buckets.

The chunks of flesh went phot. The big, soggy pink worms went splat. Pieces of bone and skull made wet cracks. Crimson liquid rained down along with the bodily solids.

That was fucked up. Fucked up!

I felt a little weak in the stomach and a little dizzy as the wet splat continued to rain down, but I held it in, I didn't want to blow myself up after all.

I pulled my head up and looked around to see how others were reacting.

Some weren't doing so well, some like that District Twelve girl and the District Six midget looked a little green while others, like the majority of the career pack, were perfectly fine, they were unaffected by the body adding more of a mess to the already messy arena.

The District One girl looked unaffected and ready. The District Four boy smiled a little. The District Two boy looked unemotional, and the blood on the lower areas of his mouth only made him look more cold hearted. His District partner was...taking her boots off? Why was she doing that? Who takes their boots off during the bloodbath? Sure the floor was hard steel, but, did you really want to be running around in your socks?

The District Two girl looked at me, then she looked at the boy beside her, and I saw something in her body language that told me that she was up to no good. I then saw her arms pull back before I realized what she was going to do.

I was always a quick thinker, and thanks to my ability to read body language, something that my dad had taught me, and something that I had improved on my own, I prepared to fight back.

As I pulled my light jacket off my body and mashed it into a ball as fast as I could, the District Two girl threw her boot at me a split second before she threw her boot at her other target.

I quickly threw my defending weapon at the incoming footwear, and stopped it in mid air, out of the area of land mines that surrounded me. I was safe from being blown up.

The District Nine boy whoever, wasn't so lucky. He didn't see her throw the boot until it was too late, the only thing he could do was open his eyes widely before he exploded into fifty or so, bloody chunks that rose into the air before it started started to fall and litter the dirty floors with more blood and destroyed organs.

Thank God I left my jacket on, we were going into the arena with the same clothes we fell asleep in, and some of us weren't properly dressed. Some of the other tributes only had undershirts and pants. Some didn't even have pants,some didn't even have shirts, and the District One girl wasn't wearing anything at all.

She looked didn't seem to be uncomfortable by the fact she was naked, but I bet she wished that she had some drugs to help her get through this situation.

I looked around to see that nobody else was giving up any of their clothing to try and blow up each other. Good, because the only ones that have boots on are me and that District Ten girl with the fake red eyes, and I don't think she's smart enough to think of anything like that. In fact, the District Two girl is the only one to think of a plan like that in the history of the Hunger Games. She was dangerous. Very dangerous.

All of a sudden, the gong sounded, and without a second though, I put my speed to use and ran towards the first backpack I could see. Hopefully it continued something that I could get high off of.

District Six's Colton Mullican's POV

Two people killed within sixty seconds! The bloodbath hadn't even began when they somehow died. Did they commit suicide?

The District Seven girl I could maybe see jumping off her launch pad, but the District Nine male? He had everything. He was allied with the careers, he got a high training score, he was good at fighting. He didn't seem like the kind of person to quit. But maybe he thought that getting blown up was better then living in fear of bleeding from your eyes and drowning in your own blood.

It didn't matter though, I should be focusing on myself. This was the bloodbath, the most dangerous area of the arena, the one where your most likely to get killed by someone.

I was fast though, faster then what people would expect me to be, and being small, that'd make me a smaller target. I wouldn't get hit as easily if someone decided to throw a knife or spear at me.

The Capitol and the other tributes underestimated me. I was a joke to them even though I got a seven in training.

I could run fast and use a knife, I could fight just as good as the rest of them and they still didn't think that I was good enough. To them, I was nothing but the freak boy in the circus again being treated worse then their dogs. They didn't give me a second look and I doubt they remembered the short boy from the Capitol circus anyway.

Nobody give the underdog a chance, even though underdogs were shown to win a good chunk of the time, but no, I was different.

Well I was going to show them.

Back in District Six, I'd get beaten up by the other kids, and if I fought back they'd only beat me some more, or the peacekeepers might whip me for causing a ruckus. But things are different now, now I'll be able to fight back and actually have a chance. I'd no longer take the beating, I'd fight back with all my might.

I used my speed and ran to a nearby backpack, only to feel agonizing pain in my back before I fell onto the cold steel floor, hard. A sudden wave of pain occurred in my face before I felt something hard land on the back of my skull.

District Five's Jamie Paradis's POV

That little District Six guy, Colton or something like that, the one that everyone said was going to lose because of his size, it turned out to be right.

I saw him for a couple seconds. He was fast, like he said he was, but he wasn't fast enough to recover from being kicked in the back before he crashed to the floor and got stomped on by Jeremiah Sentris. And Jeremiah didn't just stomp on his head, he jumped up and down and his skull with both feet and actually put an effort into killing him.

He was so powerful that he made the midget's skull burst open, splattering blood, bone, and brain in an almost full circle and stained his socks. Little dude didn't even have a chance to fight back.

It was a brutal way to go as well, I didn't want to think of his nose getting flattened before his skull started to cave in before bursting under the pressure of someone jumping up and down on it. In fact, it down right scared me. I didn't like pain, not in the least.

I tore my eyes away from the now dead little guy and grabbed a backpack.

This entire thing, the Hunger Games, the arena. It was so much worse seeing the carnage up close and personal. Seeing it on T.V was one thing, now I could see that being in the same place was a different thing entirely.

I now questioned my dad and uncle's decisions to train me and my cousin into going into the arena. I mean, I always kind of had it in the back of my mind, but I always shoved it away because I was never going to volunteer, and if Kayley wanted to volunteer, it was her problem. She was confident, and her dad had won, so she'd be getting better training then I'd get. And Kayley, she was with mom and her real father, both would never want her to willingly go into the games.

Uncle Wire had been in the games, inside the arena, and he saw things up close and personal. He had done things. Now seeing Jeremiah crush another kid's skull into a bloody mess and having a quick flashback of Trim Fetching blowing up, it made me wonder just how fucked up my family's need for competition was. Wire was going to send his daughter into the god damn arena! The place where kids die and you have to see them die! The place where you would kill someone, because I can't remember the last time someone won without having to kill at least one other person.

The careers. The careers were insane! They wanted to go into this? Dad was insane! Uncle Wire was insane! They were all insane for wanting this!

Elizabeth was going to rebel against the Capitol, I could now say that I couldn't blame her in the least. This game was messed up.

I turned around and started to run away, just like how Elizabeth's father was probably doing right now. That blond peacekeeper a couple minutes ago said that they were going to take action against him for giving me that taser, and for having Elizabeth.

If he wasn't running he was dead, and that, unfortunately, was probably what he was.

I was going to win for Elizabeth, for her father, for Kayley, for my mother and Quinn. I'd win so that Quinn wouldn't have to see someone explode in front of her eyes and see someone crushing skulls with their feet.

I could see why mom ran away from dad, I could see it clear as day now.

I ran towards a red light filled corridor when fire erupted in my back.

I gasped out a little in pain, but I kept on running. I wasn't going to stop because of some pain, someone was trying to kill me with a whip of all things!

I felt another wave of fire quickly erupt across my back, but I kept on running.

I guess dad's training and abuse did help me handle some pain. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't on the ground rolling around in pain.

Suddenly, I felt cold steel wrap around my neck before it pulled tightly into my neck, cutting off my air supply and stopped my run to a dead and sudden halt, causing me to fall painful to the floor.

I grabbed the weapon around my neck, which happened to be a length of chain, and tried to pull it off, but then I saw a shadow appear.

I looked up upon reflex and saw that it was the District Two girl holding a cleaver in her left hand. And she was looking right at me.

Oh shit!

District Twelve's Daria "Dare" Nettle's POV

Oh! My! God!

That was the only thing I could think of as I watched the Victory Valentine chop at Jamie Paradis's head with a thick cleaver until his head resembled two mountains on both sides of a red river.

Victory scared me, and I wasn't easy to scare. But what scared me the most about all this was how calm Victory looked as she killed the other kid as blood splashed onto her face with every blow. How she destroyed his eyes and nose and teeth and mouth and chin.

Weapons, weapons everywhere, but some of them were useless to me. That's why I ran for the one weapon that I could use, a short bow and a quiver of arrows. I hoped to avoid the careers, and while I had managed to do that, my chances of getting seen were increasing, but I couldn't help but look at the career girl as she destroyed the center of Jamie's face, his mouth was now an extra wide and vertical wet red line.

I stopped and looked because I wanted to pick up a knife, and I did pick one up, though it was folded and had a small handle it was a knife. Then I heard the scream of a boy. I looked in that direction and saw him get whipped in the back, twice, with a length of metal chain. The chain had sliced through his undershirt and skin and was bleeding rapidly before he was forced to the ground and hacked to death.

This feeling. I hadn't had it since the reapings.

I always thought of the games as one big adventure. A creepy, but fun, adventure. I pretended that it wasn't real. But then those kids got crushed by coal in front of my eyes, and that's when it became painfully real.

That was how I felt right now. I knew that this was real, and it was painful to watch.

I snapped my head away, telling myself to not stay here anymore unless you wanted to end up dead. So I turned away and ran.

I ran as fast as I could.

Until I ran into someone.

District Eight's Malik Broker's POV

I was pissed at everything.

Carmen wasn't a real person, just some fucking clothing brand! I wasted my entire life wanting to find her! And she wasn't even real!

I wanted someone to feel my pain. I wanted their heart to feel the same thing I was feeling now.

I bet everyone in the damn district knew about it. Everyone in the Capitol must of known about it, and they played with me. Everyone was laughing at me. Well who's laughing now? I'm the one with a shovel, and the next person I see is going to get their head bashed in! Just like I had bashed Phoebe's father's head in with that lead pipe.

I looked around for victims when someone crashed into me.

I looked down to see the short and scrawny District Twelve girl with her ass on the ground. She was so weak that she fell from just running into me. This was going to be easy, all I'd need to do is hit her over the head with this shovel a few times and her head'll eventually cave in and she'd die. Easy.

"Good night bitch." I told her before I raised the shoved up to take a whack at her head before I slammed the shovel down on her head.

Only to find that I hadn't hit her in the head, I had slammed the shovel onto her short bow. The short bow that she held in both hands over her head.

"Fuck you!" She shouted before she turned her bow around and held it like a spear before I felt the breath being knocked out of my throat.

The bitch had jabbed in the throat with her god damn bow!

"Cunt!" I coughed, before I felt a burning pain occur in my throat.

What the fuck did she do to me this time?

I looked down to see that she wasn't even here anymore, and that a cleaver was buried in my neck. That's when my body started to scream in pain as I felt blood building up in my throat.

District Seven's Timber "Saw" Carther's POV

Vida and I managed to make it out of the bloodbath field alive, but unfortunately, we were being chased by the half naked Dylan Drake and the completely naked Jenriko Florence.

It might of been kind of funny if we weren't in the Hunger Games arena and Jenriko wasn't carrying a gun that shot darts that made me feel woozy while Dylan was carrying several weapons that involved weird knives between his belt and pants, and carried a spear of some kind.

Vida. They were going to eventually catch Vida and kill her. And though I had only known her for the past three days, she was my friend. A stupid, arrogant, pain in the ass friend who liked to argue and fight with me, but a friend neither the less.

I now had two choices, I could keep on running with Vida until I passed out from whatever Jenriko had shot at me and have either one of them, or both, catch up to Vida and have them kill her while I was helpless and couldn't do anything to help her. Or I could stay and fight, give her the five seconds it'd take her athletic ass to get out of harms way.

At least one of us was going to die, might as well be me since I'm dead anyway, no use dragging my friend down with me. Vida may be fit, but so were the careers. They were at least as fit as her, but I wouldn't doubt that they were more fit then her.

I turned around and slipped my backpack off my back and prepared to fight. I didn't say a word. Vida wouldn't know I was gone until it was too late, and hopefully she wouldn't come back to try and save me. I couldn't guarantee it, but I could try and get her to live.

Vida's footsteps became quieter while the career duo's became louder, and they were getting rapidly closer.

Run Vida. I told her in my mind. Run as fast as you can and don't look back. By the time you notice that I'm gone, please don't come back and look for me.

I held my backpack in front of me as I continued to feel a little more tired, before I ran towards the advancing careers.

What are you looking for? A deep part of me asked. Redemption for what you did to your brother? For what you did to other kids? For being an all around jackass to your family?

I smiled and told that part of myself that I wasn't looking for redemption, I was going to be the person I always wanted to be.

I then had another thought. It was funny how it took the arena to turn me into this. How it took the Hunger Games to turn me into this. How if I hadn't meet Vida, I'd still be the same. Funny how things turn out.

I heard another soft crack of the gun before I felt a needle plunge into my chest, and make me feel it's effect almost instantly. It wasn't a real gun, but it wasn't any less dangerous as it was putting me to sleep.

I heard the faint whoosh of Dylan's spear thing, and I moved to the right, and felt a wave of pain erupt in my right shoulder, causing me to drop the backpack containing whatever it contained. But that didn't matter now, because I was a mere twenty five feet away from the careers now, and Jenriko was still running towards me.

Too easy, I thought as I arched my left fist back so that I could slam her in the face, only feel an even more painful burn to my shoulder occur before I saw the top of Jenriko's head before I fell on my back and my right shoulder screamed out in pain.

"Ahhhh." I cried out, trying hard to not be too loud so that Vida wouldn't hear me. "Fuck." I grabbed my shoulder, only to not feel the spear anymore. The spear must of been pulled out when Jenriko flipped me over her body. How could this little girl flip me over and pull a spear out of my shoulder at the same time?

I guess she earned her ten with combat skills then what Vida and I originally thought. Seducing the gamemakers or showing them her goods.

"You don't seem so tenacious now," I heard Dylan Drake's voice say as I heard some kind of material scrapping leather. "Do you."

That was when I saw Dylan kneel on my chest before I felt a burning pain in my throat.

The pain burned beyond any kind of pain I'd ever received, and it only doubled as he pulled out the knife, if you could call a sharpened piece of hard plastic a knife, before I saw him stick his fingers into my throat, felt his fingers tear even more of my flesh open as he reached up my throat and felt him grab my tongue, pull it down my throat, and out through the gapping wound as I felt myself drowning in my own warm, sticky blood while I tasted wet metallic flakes.

"Don't look sad," Jenriko said as I felt her taking off my button up shirt. "That neck tie suits you."

Through the agony of my cruel and long lasting death, I thought, for such a pretty white girl, you have such a black sense of humor.

District Three's Caia Wicken's POV

Down that corridor. That's what Kendrick told me when he nodded his head in the direction of a red light filled hall to my left. And though he was almost on the opposite side of the cornucopia, I could still see him, so I knew that he wasn't going to be able to protect me if things got heavy in the bloodbath field.

I didn't know what he was planning, but I was thinking of just running to our meeting place. But having supplies would aid us, so I decided that I'd get some if things weren't too chaotic. After all, if my ally fell, I'd need to take care of myself, and I wouldn't be able to do that very well if i didn't have any supplies.

But with the two explosions that occurred before the gong even sounded, I didn't know if I wanted to do it, because there were deaths before the gong had even went off. Who knows how it would of gone.

When the gong sounded, I stayed on the launch pad for a few second to survey the scene, and it was chaotic. Much too chaotic for me.

There were teenagers fighting each other for supplies, and they looked like they were going to kill each other, and they were. If they didn't escape the bloodbath field dead they'd probably escape injured in some way.

I didn't take the risk and ran for the hallway, away from the cornucopia and out of danger.

I ran down the corridor and followed the glowing red lights, the only source of light now that I had left the bloodbath field. It seemed that the only source of regular white and yellow light bulbs were at the cornucopia while everywhere else were only these red emergency lights that made the entire area look eerie.

I'd enter and area of red before returning to the darkness for a brief moment before going back into the red light. But what really creeped me out was the state of the walls and floor, they were dirty, rusted, and some areas had some blood on them. The blood was a dark brown, almost black, colour, but I knew it was still blood despite it being aged.

Did the gamemakers make it that way? Or was it possible that there had been people here before us before it got turned into an arena?

I pushed that thought away as I saw an open door. I looked behind me, and saw that nobody was following me, so I ran into the room and closed the door behind me before I turned around to see if there was anything I could barricade the door with.

I with the red emergency light glowing behind me, I saw in the dark room, a metal chair, a large wooden desk with bloody sheets of paper on both it and the floor. The red and black lighting only made the bloody desk, papers, and floor look worse then it already was.

Again, I asked myself if it was something the gamemakers thought of to freak us out, or if someone had died in this place before us. Eugh, stop thinking about it Caia, you have to stay out of sight until Kendrick finds you. I tried to shove the thought out of my head, but it was still in the back of my mind as I picked up the metal chair and pressed it against the doorknob and placed the bottom of it securely on the ground.

Now. All I needed to do was wait for my ally. Who hopefully got out of there alive.

Hopefully he got some clothes, I didn't exactly want to go around and encounter other tributes again while in this night dress.

"Caia," A voice said outside the door. "Are you in here?" Was that Kendrick? "It's me, Kendrick."

So it was Kendrick, thank god he was still alive. And while I was glad to hear that, there was still something that I needed him to say.

"Password?" I asked him.

Him and I agreed on a password, so that if we got separated and didn't know if we were each other, we'd say a password and then we'd know that we could trust that person. Kendrick should be able to answer that, because something here just felt...off.

"Password?" Kendrick said. "Come on Caia, don't you trust me?"

"Say the password or I won't let you in." I firmly told him. If this was really Kendrick, then he should easily answer it, but he didn't seem to want to answer it, that could only mean one thing.

I heard a sigh outside. Good, he was going to say it.

A crash then occurred, something was trying to break down the door.

I knew it! It wasn't Kendrick! It was someone else, and they were breaking down the door!

I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to defend myself as the banging continued, but all I could see were the bloody mess of papers scattered across the room.

I looked around the room to see that there was a second room on the far right wall of the room. I ran to it to see if there was anything to use to defend myself, or maybe hold the attacker off long enough for my ally to get here. Or maybe hide in until he arrived.

I ran to the door and opened the door, to discover that it was a bathroom with only a dirty toilet and a grimy sink. There was nothing that I could use!

Then I heard the door break open as the chair fell to the ground with a loud bang. I looked over to see the District One boy run inside before turning towards me. His smile and appearance shaded with bright red on the left side of his body made him look like a sort of half demon in a human body.

"Knock knock bitch." He said before kicked the door behind him closed and run towards me.

I knew that I couldn't fight him, so I decided to run, get around him and run away from him before he killed me.

I ran towards him and tried to step around him, only for me to feel a hand grab my face before I felt myself being roughly shoved back. I stumbled backwards, losing control of my feet after several steps before falling to the ground.

I was scared, so I didn't even try to get up before trying to get away from him. I crawled, only to feel sharp pain occur in my nose as I felt warmth grow inside it. "Not so tough without your big bad protector are you." Calamity said before I felt him grab my hair and drag me into the bathroom.

I screamed, hoping that someone would hear me and save me from getting killed. But all my screaming got me was more pain to the face as he slammed me on the toilet. "Save your breath," He told me as he forced something into my mouth. "Nobody's going to save you. Your ally is more then likely dead. And if he's not. Well, let's just say that he won't see or hear you even if he's in the corridor."

I screamed again, but it wasn't as loud because of whatever was stuffed into my mouth.

I then felt him tie my hands behind my back before he forced me onto the floor, back first, so that I could look at him, to see that he was ecstatic about this entire thing, and that made it even more scary. He was enjoying it.

"Let's see what you have under that dress of yours." He said before I felt his knees dig painfully into my thighs and felt his hands grab the neck of my dress before he started to rip the fabric down the center.

I fought back, but it didn't even seem to slow him down as he continued to tare my dress in half until he forced it off of my body, leaving me exposed to him in only my undergarments.

"What's next." He said before there was a knock on the door that lead to the corridor.

"Caia!" Kendrick's voice called out. "Are you in there?"

I needed to get Kendrick in here. I needed to let him know that I was in here getting attacked and probably going to get raped in here!

I screamed again, but I doubt he heard me due to what was in my mouth.

I tried to kick the wall in front of me, but I couldn't reach that.

I needed to get his attention, so I tried something. I kicked my legs in a circle, I tried to hit Calamity in the back of the head, and did it!

I wasn't strong, but the surprise must of made up for it, though doing it in the process made my thighs hurt like hell, Calamity fell forward enough for my legs to reach out and slam them on the wall, creating the noise that I hoped Kendrick heard. "What the fuck?" Calamity asked as I heard the door to the next room open.

"Hey!" I heard Kendrick's voice shout as Calamity looked to his right before he got off me with surprising speed. "Get off her you bastard!"

I then saw Calamity run towards Kendrick before hearing a few grunts and a painful sounding slam.

"Fuck you Calamity!" I heard...Calamity shout? Before I heard the sound of footsteps running away.

"Hey!" Kendrick shouted. "Where do you think your going!" Before I heard a second set of footsteps start to disappear.

Kendrick...

A/N: Well, Caia's POV is longer, but, what can I do? I hope you all liked the bloodbath. How'd I do?

You know, in the beginning, there were only two certain deaths, Willow, and Timber. And while Willow's death was the same, along came Vida and it changed Timber's death from what it originally was going to be.

Also, I didn't plan any other deaths, I just wrote Willow's death and went from there. I know that none of you like your tribute's dying, but, there has to be a bloodbath, and you should consider the tributes lucky that this was a kind of low count bloodbath.

Oh yes, and those who died in the bloodbath are the lucky ones, that's all I can say for now.

And another thing, I'm taking another break, so don't expect any updates for at least a week or something.