District Eleven's Adrian Colton's POV

We had a list of names that we considered to be the biggest threats to us. They were the ones that Jen, Victory, Jeremiah, and Dylan, wanted us to kill.

The list consisted of the District Three alliance, Kendrick and Caia, Adrienne, Timber, Vida, Malik, and of course, Trim.

We all agreed that Trim was a nuisance, someone that was skilled and powerful, but a nuisance nether the less. He wanted people to like him, so Victory used that to our advantage and easily got him to join us. He wanted to be accepted, so we pretended to accept him, manipulating him into thinking that we liked him. Little did he know that we were just going to kill him first chance we got.

Trim, poor helpless Trim, we all saw that he had the potential to kill, he wanted to kill, to win the games so that he could restore his family's honor, as he told us a million times. But we all joked that unless his enemies accepted him for who he was, he wouldn't kill them, because he was afraid of being judged in the wrong light, and I don't think that's far from the truth of what might of happened if we let him live.

He trusted us, and we used that, just like how older kids tricked younger kids into doing things for them for their own advantages. We were the big kids that little kid Trim looked up to, and he was rewarded by getting blown up.

I put the image of Trim's body separating into a million bloody pieces deep into the back of my head and focused on what was in front of me.

"I'm sorry." I told Tanner, yet again, as I continued to bandage his face and disinfect cuts and see if I had knocked any teeth out of his bloody mouth.

"Shut the fuck up you shit drinking, piss faced, bitch!" He shouted angrily, not allowing me to clean his mouth as effectively as it would be if he didn't talk. "You should watch where you swing your god damn weapon with a little something called eyes!"

He wasn't going to let me forget about it for the next little while. Which could range from the next two minutes to the next hour.

During the bloodbath, I was running towards Kendrick with a folded up metal chair before I swung it at his face, only for him to duck, causing me to hit Tanner across the face instead.

Though a thick stream of blood flew out of Tanner's mouth, he didn't fall to the ground, or even stop his assault on Kendrick. Tanner simply turned to face his opponent and tried to kick Kendrick, only for him to move out of the way, causing Tanner to kick me in the stomach. And damn was that guy strong. I felt the wind get knocked out of me for at least a second because of his blow.

I quickly got back up, even though I hadn't fully recovered, and took another swing at Kendrick, who only then started to run away from me, and allowed Tanner's next attack to sail right at me. Upon instinct, I moved the chair to my body to use it as a shield, only for Tanner's leg to get caught in the gap between the folded part where people sat on, and the back handle, trapping his leg.

I pulled and tried and get it out, but it wouldn't budge, and Tanner and I quickly got into a struggle to free his foot.

I pulled the chair while Tanner hopped around in a weird one footed dance and swore at me. It wasn't until we started to work together and get his foot and chair on the right angles that he was finally freed. But by the time we got his foot out, Kendrick was gone, and we didn't get a chance to get anyone else as they were all gone.

"Should of watched where you were kicking." I told him simply.

"You should of watched where you were fucking kicking." Tanner retorted before I continued to patch him up. As far as I could tell, I hadn't done any major damage other then make it look worse then it really was. He could still move his jaws and still had all his teeth, so lucky us.

"Whatever." I told him before looking back to the rest of the cornucopia.

As far as I knew, all the bloodbath victims were here, around the cornucopia, though Dylan and Jen had ran down one of the corridors, but who knows if they had caught someone. I wouldn't doubt that they had killed someone, but right now, there were five dead bodies around me.

One was Trim, who'd body parts were scattered across the dirty floors. There was another body, just like his. I didn't know who they were, but either Victory killed them, or someone else caused the land mines around them to explode.

There was the short kid, Colton, who'd head was destroyed into wet pulp, Malik, who had died due to a neck wound, and Jamie, who's face was almost unrecognizable due to the deep red stripe in the center of his destroyed face.

"Wow," I heard a young, cheerful, feminine voice say with amazement. "You guys sure know how to get it done."

I turned towards the voice to see Jenriko, who was now wearing clothes too big for her, and Dylan, who was still shirtless with a bloody tipped piece of wood that reminded me of pokers, and a piece of sharpened hard plastic with fresh blood on it.

From the fresh blood on the upper center part, and the left shoulder, of the shirt Jen was wearing, it was taken from their victim after he was stabbed in the shoulder and neck with the crude spear and sharpened hard plastic. "I spy, Trim, and Malik, and Colton, and... Jamie." She said as she pointed out the now dead tributes.

"You missed one." I told her, thinking about the unknown tribute who had also blown up.

"I don't know who it is," She told us, still smiling like she always did, because dead bodies didn't affect careers like it did for the rest of us. Though Tanner did seem to handle this whole situation well. Me personally, I was used to dead bodies being around me, because back home in District Eleven, you saw dead bodies everyday. Wither it was from overworking, executions, suicide, or whatever else you could think of, I had seen it.

Also, I had seen the careers kill other kids off easily on T.V, so I wasn't surprised to see them get into action quickly. Though, it did get to me how easily they could get into killing other kids. But Tanner and I tried to kill Kendrick, so, maybe we weren't too far from our allies in that field. "But we'll find out who it is when the picture come up tonight."

"Who'd you get?" I asked, curious to know if there was more names I needed to cross off my mental list. "How many?"

"We got one." Jen told us.

"Timber Carther." Dylan said as he started to look at the supplies scattered around the golden horn. "We were chasing after him and Vida, and we were gaining on them, but then Timber turned around and charged at us. We killed him, but he slowed us down enough that his partner got away from us." As he said that, I looked at his chest, which had a spray of blood on it. "He acted stouthearted, and died for it."

"Stouth...Har...What?" Tanner and I asked, both confused by his foreign word.

"Stouthearted." Dylan said as he used his pants to wipe a drop of blood off his glasses. "It means heroic."

"From hero to dead." Tanner said.

"It's hero to zero." Jenriko corrected as she walked towards us.

"What-fucking-ever," Tanner said mildly sarcastically.

"Aww," Jen said in a sweet, but mocking voice. "It Tanner angry because he got hurt?"

"Shut up bitch, I'm not hurt." He angrily told her. "And don't talk to me like I'm a fucking baby alright? I should rip your piss coloured hair off you and feed it to you."

"Aww. What's wrong honey? Not enjoying having Adrian working on you?"

I found the whole talk funny, but it was only made better when Tanner half growled half moaned in frustration. I could see that he wanted to get up, but I guess with me holding him down, he was resisting it.

I heard laughter behind me. I looked over to see Jeremiah laughing. Though I was glad that he was also having a good time, the blood on his chin made me wonder what happened to him. And for that matter, what happened to Victory as well? She had the same blood splattered chin as Jeremiah.

All of a sudden, I saw a hand hit him across the back of the head before I felt something hit me in the forehead. It didn't hurt too badly, but the surprise of it made up for the lack of power Victory put into it.

Jeremiah grunted lightly.

"Ow." I commented.

"Ow." Jen said as she got his as well.

Tanner laughed, only to get hit as well.

"Ow." He said before Victory went up to Dylan and also gave him a hit across the head.

"What's her problem?" I asked, swearing that she didn't like us having fun.

"No idea." Jen told me before Victory pointed to us and the backpacks.

"Guess she wants us to go looking for supplies before we go out looking for people to kill." I said, as I watched Victory walk towards Selene before she gave the District Four girl a full blown punch to the face. "Now what was that for?" I asked.

"I think I know." Tanner said.

District Three's Kendrick Reeves's POV

Running through this corridor, I could only think of one thing, Calamity Mershade was a coward. A coward who'd pick fights with those weaker then he was but wouldn't face someone his own size. Not only that, but he was a rapist, or was at least he attempted rape when he had ripped Caia's night dress in half.

Caia!

I backpedaled before I turned back and started to run back to my district partner.

Ugh! How could I of been so stupid? I was leaving her alone and defenseless as I chased after Calamity! I only meant to scare him away, fight him if I needed to, which I did, but then for some reason, he retreated into the hallway and started to run away.

I had saved Caia, but that hadn't been good enough apparently, I needed to do more. That is, until I remembered what really mattered. Calamity could wait, Caia could be getting attacked by someone else as I ran towards her.

I hoped that she wasn't dead. But she couldn't be dead, we weren't in the bloodbath field, and I hadn't been away from her that long. Right? I hadn't ran that far, she was still alive and nobody had found her. She wasn't stupid, she wouldn't allow people to willingly find her, she'd stay in the room she was in right?

If I allowed her to die, I'd fail as a partner, as a friend, and I really fail as a human being. I told her that I'd protect her, and yet, what did I do when she did need me? I did help her, but then I ran off. Good going Kendrick.

She's all right though. She has to be. Out of all the other options that the tributes could of chosen, why would they choose to run to this corridor? Well, aside from trying to kill us that is. Don't worry though Kendrick, there's a slim chance another Calamity ran down this hall.

I ran down the hallway, passing door after door, looking for the one that had Caia in it. But all the doors looked the same in this red and black light hallway. It was the one that was open right? There's an open door in front of me, that's the one.

I ran into the room, looked around, and found nothing. Just a room filled with darkness.

It wasn't the room that I wanted. Damn.

I ran out of the room and continued to run down the hall.

I saw another open room. I looked inside, to see that Caia wasn't in there. Damn it.

I ran down the hall again, and discovered that there were several rooms had opened doors. I looked though all of them, and didn't find Caia in them. But I kept on looking, because I knew that she was either in one of them or running down the hall towards me. She wouldn't run back to the cornucopia where the careers take base year after year.

I continued to run until I saw a short girl with her hands tied behind her back running towards me. Well, staggering more then running.

"Kendrick!" She shouted at me with a mixture of relief and anger. "Why'd you leave me?"

"I'm sorry," I told her as we stopped just inches away from each other. "I just got caught up in the action that I wanted to get him."

"And leave me behind." She loudly told me. "You don't leave your partner behind to be attacked by the next tribute that just happens to find her like this."

I sighed, knowing that she was right, before turning her around and untying the black USB cord around her wrist.

"I let my thoughts get the better of me," I told her, remembering that I let it get the better of me during reaping day. But instead of me getting injured, I could of gotten someone killed this time. "I'll try not to let it happen again, but I might not be able to do it alone, so you'll have to help me." I truthfully told her.

I knew that that problem wasn't going to go away on it's own, or easily, because there's been times where I just went with it. Times where I let my impulses get the better of me. But maybe with the two of us together, she could help me, like Mac did, or tried to do. "Try to stop me from being impulsive."

"All right." She said as the cord around her wrists came off. She rubbed her wrists before turning back around to face me . "But you've got to stay with me and don't go running off again."

"I'll do my best." I told her.

"Is that a yes or no?" She asked.

"A yes that I'll try to keep."

"Guess that'll have to do." She sighed with a tone of annoyance in her voice. I didn't like the way she said it, but I couldn't blame her for it. "What do you have in your backpack?"

Oh yeah, the backpack, I forgot all about it.

"No idea." I told her as I pulled the backpack off my shoulder.

"Let's look later, when we're a ways away from the career camp." Caia told me as my hand reached for the zipper.

"Good idea." I told her as I picked the backpack up again. "Don't want to meet up with another career." I told her.

Calamity wasn't in the career pack. He got a score of one. And yet, I had to admit, he hit hard.

I didn't want to meet up with more people like him out in the open like this. "Let's go."

District Eight's Vida Rosalyn Harkle's POV

How far had I ran? Far enough? Not far enough? I don't know.

Were the careers still chasing us? Did we lose them? I don't know.

Timber and I had gone into the bloodbath field to get some supplies, and while we did get a backpack, we ended up getting chased by two careers, and they were armed with weapons as well.

Well, I was good at running, and I had a lot of energy, so if it was a chase they wanted then a chase they'd get. And if a chase wasn't what they wanted, well, too bad, if they wanted to kill me, they'd have to catch me. I hoped that they could handle losing to me. If they couldn't handle that, well, too bad for them, they were still going to lose.

I ran down the red light and black filled halls, turning left and right whenever I could to lose the careers and didn't look back, because looking back slows you down, and I didn't want that. But how long had I ran? Did I run long enough? Did I lose them?

I took a chance and looked behind me, to see nothing but an empty hall around me. No careers were chasing us. Good, we lost them.

I laughed in triumph. The careers thought they were good, we were better.

"Lost them good, didn't we Timber." I said to my ally, who remained silent. "Right Timber?" I asked again. "We lost them. We beat them good."

Again, there was no response from him. "Timber?" I asked, looking around to see if he was anywhere, only to see that he wasn't. Timber was gone. Where had he gone? "Hey! Timber!" I shouted. "Where the fuck are you?"

Had I ran too fast or far for him? Did I turn too much for him? Did I lose him? What happened?

I felt my teeth clench thinking about another thought. Abandonment. What if he used me to get supplies? What if he split from me and wanted the careers to chase me instead of him? If that was the case, it backfired on him, either that or the careers had indeed chased me and I had lost them. "Timber!" I shouted angrily. "If you can hear me, say something you bastard!"

Again, I heard nothing. Maybe he had abandoned me. Well, I didn't need him anyway.

Still... I liked having him around.

No, forget about him Vida, he made his choice, now you have to make some choices of your own.

Timber. I can't believe I thought that he might be a friend, like Breanne. But he was nothing like her, looks and personality.

I spat on the ground thinking about comparing the two of them. Breanne was a real friend, Timber was just a user. In fact, he was the one that told me to run instead of fight. I had been played by someone who wanted the careers to chase me instead of him damn it.

Forgetting about my former ally, I looked around to see where I was, to see that it had the same lighting as the halls I ran down. Filled with weak red lights on the sides of the walls that cased weird shadows, along with patches of black. Kind of spooky really.

The room however was a different story. It had doors made of black steel, like some of the cages during the reapings. But these cages had walls on three sides of them, and the cage wall was open, allowing me to go inside them if I so pleased.

I didn't go inside it though, I only wanted to look inside to see what was there.

I walked to the barred door and looked inside to see that there was a bed big enough for only one person, a sink, and a toilet. Nothing else. And the bed didn't even have any sheets on them. Still, it looked the same as the thin matrices that we were used to back in District Eight.

Blankets though, that made me realize that it wasn't cold or hot in this arena. Room temperature, that's what it was, even though that peacekeeper said that we were heading in at six in the morning. So even while wearing only an undershirt and shorts I was fine. Well, this arena was indoors, so, that's probably why it was this temperature instead of being really hot or really cold.

I ran my hand across the rusting barred door when I suddenly felt something hard hit the back of my head. "Aguh!" I shouted before I felt my backpack being pulled at my shoulders.

Someone's attacking me and trying to steal my supplies! Well I wouldn't let them take my backpack that easily. I quickly turned around swinging a right elbow at their face while using my body's momentum to gain extra power before I felt my limb smash into something. I guessed it was their face.

I turned around to face my enemy, wondering if it was Timber coming to finish me, to see that it was the District Five girl with the dark brown hair, laying on the floor on her side. "Try to steal my supplies why don't you!" I shouted as I kicked her across the face, causing a thin stream of blood to escape her mouth, even though I was only kicking with a foot that had no shoes or socks on it. "Fucking try to hit me in the back of the head and steal what's mine why don't you!" I shouted as I kicked her again, only for her to raise her arms to her face and block my kick.

It was a simple defensive move, and she was laying on her side, so it wouldn't protect her from the curb stomp I was going to give her.

I raised my right foot to crush her head, only for her to move out of the way as I lowered my foot, making me miss her. And curb stomping without shoes hurt as I felt my foot rattle with pain. "Bitch!"

I then saw her lift up a blue and silver can before I saw the top of it spray out white mist.

Upon reflex, I moved out of the way of the mist, but some if it landed on my bare legs, but it did nothing, all it did was send a slight chill to part of my legs. "Thought you could stop me with a spray of water?" I laughed before I quickly started to feel parts of my legs start to itch before I felt them burning. The pain then got worse and worse at the itch became hotter and hotter. I started to shout in pain before I looked down and saw that some of the skin on my legs was turning red and started to peel off. "What the fuck?" I shouted, wondering what she had sprayed me with.

I looked back to my opponent, to see a blue cap with a bit of white mist on it before I saw darkness and felt blinding pain as my eyes, nose, lips, and my entire face start to burn and melt.

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

I ran towards the first thing that I could see, which turned out to be a spray can of oven cleaner, before running into the nearest hallway. I didn't want to be near the careers when they were on their killing spree. My mind has hazy after several days without my drugs, but I was still in the right mind to not linger in the bloodbath field too long.

I used my speed to my advantage and ran with my spray can before disappeared from the killing field, not looking back.

I ran until I thought I was safe, and ended up in a place that reminded me of the reapings back home. They had the same black cage look, but instead of clear glass, three sides were stone walls while the fourth side was an open cage door. The whole hallway was like that with prison after prison of stone walls and open black cage doors.

The red lights in the area made it look eerie with it's shadows and dark places where the weak lights didn't reach, but I walked into one of the rooms to see if there was anything that could help me in anyway, especially if it was something that could help me get high. The oven cleaner was one of the things I needed to get high, but since I couldn't eat or snort it, I'd need to huff it, and for that, I'd need something to hold the spray in. A bag of some sort.

But going into the room, all I could see was an empty bed mattress, a sink, and a toilet.

It wasn't my first choice of a baggie, and the oven spray wasn't my first choice of huffing material, but it was the best the situation could offer me.

I walked over to the toilet and sprayed some of the oven cleaner into the toilet, let the fumes linger for a second, before breathing in the chemicals deeply, only for my throat to start getting irritated before it started to feel like it was going dry and raw. And while I did feel the slightest buzz, it didn't help me with my pained throat.

I ran to the sink and turned the tap, to discover that nothing was coming out of it. Damn it! My throat hurt! And without water, how was I going to help it?

Suddenly, I heard a voice shouting out things. A girl's voice.

I looked out of the room to see an athletic girl with dark wavy hair looking around the hall. She looked like she was looking for something, or someone. She looked worried.

"Hey!" She shouted. "Timber! Where the fuck are you?"

Timber. Hearing that I recognized who she was, Vida Harkle. Where was her ally? I bet she was wondering that as well. "Timber! If you can hear me, say something you bastard!"

Vida looked around for him before giving up. She was disappointed though, and more then a little let down. She looked a little sad.

Vida then shook her head, like she wanted to forget about it before spitting onto the floor.

And as luck would have it, she had a backpack. Just what I needed.

My mind then started to think about the position I was in. I needed supplies, a backpack could contain supplies, and I had a weapon that I could use.

Vida wasn't that far away, maybe twenty five feet away. If I ran fast, I could hit her across the back of the head without her even noticing and knock her out. I could then easily steal her backpack. And, well, if I needed to fight her, I had a can of oven spray. Oven spray that irritated my nose and throat just by breathing in the fumes.

I ran back to the toilet, grabbed the spray can, and looked out to the hallway to see that Vida was looking into one of the rooms.

Now was my chance!

I ran out as quickly as I could before I was right behind her before hitting the back of her head as hard as I could.

I heard her give out a grunt of pain a second before I grabbed her backpack and tried to force it off of her, before I felt something hard and pointed slam into my nose, causing me to fall onto the floor in a wave of pain. "Try to steal my supplies why don't you!" She shouted before I felt another wave of pain cross my face. I felt my jaws and teeth rattle on impact. "Fucking try to hit me in the back of the head and steal what's mine why don't you!"

I raised my arms upon reflex, only to feel her bare foot painfully hit it. Though it wasn't as painful as a direct hit, and I was glad for that.

I knew that she was going to attack me again, so I rolled out of the way of whatever attack she was planning, just as I heard a foot hit the floor. "Bitch!" She shouted before I raised my can up in defense and sprayed wildly, without looking up, in her general direction.

I hoped that I hit her, I didn't want her to attack me again. But then I heard her laugh, and I feared the worst. I missed. "Thought you could stop me with a spray of water?" Fuck! I had missed.

But then I started to hear a slight sizzle come from her direction. I looked up to see that her skin was sizzling slightly, and that tiny patches of skin was turning red and peeling off her legs. "What the fuck?" She shouted, obviously confused to what was happening.

I hit you with corrosive spray! That's what!

I quickly got up before she had time to recover from her state of shock, and held the nozzle out in front of her face. She turned her face up a second before I pressed down on the cap, sending a thick spray of vapor that hit her exposed face before she started screaming out in pain while covering her eyes and face.

As she screamed, I grabbed the shoulder straps of her backpack and began to pull, only to feel her fight back. She was resisting me, even though she got a face full of oven cleaner! "You skank!" She shouted, twisting her body left and right while swinging her fists wildly, making it hard for me to pull the backpack off as she twisted around, pulling me with her. But even so, I wasn't letting go of the backpack. I needed it. "You fucking skank!" She shouted before I felt her fist hit the side of my head at the same time the side of my body painfully slammed against the cage door.

I then felt my body swing wildly to the right and left, the side of my body and head slamming against the steel bars and creating a dull clang and grunt. "I'm going to murder you bitch!"

Suddenly, one of the shoulder straps came loose and I tumbled to the ground before the entire backpack feel onto my chest. "My pack!" She shouted, before she turned around and I got to see what kind of damage I had done to her, which was horrific to say the least.

Her skin was an angry red and peeling off in large chunks. In fact, some of her face was missing! Some tiny bubbles were still sizzling on her, and both her eyes were so bloodshot there was almost no whites left in them. Her lips were cracking and falling apart, and her eyebrows were completely gone due to her burning, peeling, facial skin.

And that way she was looking at me, I don't know if she could see me, but she had a look of madness on her face, and due to her recent injuries, only made her look scarier as she growled like a wild animal. The glow of the red lights and the shadows that they cast on her face didn't help her look anymore peaceful either. "Your dead!" She shouted before she started to run at me, her fists holding pieces of her own face.

Only for her to run right over me and run into a wall. Vida screamed as she held her face again. "Come over here so I can kill you!" She shouted before turning around and started to swing her fists blindly.

I had no intention of fighting Vida, I came for a backpack, and that was it. The small skirmish that we just had wasn't part of the plan either. She was supposed to get knocked out so I could easily pull the backpack off of her.

As for my weapon, it was enough to melt skin off and blind her, but it might not be enough to kill her, so I wasn't going to do anymore. And there was a chance that she'd get a hold of me and strangle me to death or something.

I got to my feet, and ran away from her with my new backpack in my hands, ignoring her death threats and screams of pain.

A/N: Well, first chapter after the bloodbath. Enjoy. (I don't really know what to say right now.)