District One's Jenriko "Jen" Florence's POV

It was a shame that Jeremiah died. He was a good person, even though he stopped talking to us as soon as we got into the arena, but he was still a good person to be around. Because unlike Victory, he didn't go around hitting us for having some fun. I mean, most of us weren't going to be around any longer, so we might as well live it up, because you can't have fun when you're dead.

Jeremiah and Victory did get to have some fun, they got to fight mutts or another tribute. Dylan and I on the other hand only went into a room filled with useless junk that didn't do us any good. That arrow that pointed towards danger had lied. The room was the same as the other rooms. Dusty, dirty, and filled with jars of stuff. Nothing that could be used as a weapon unless you wanted to smash jars onto other people. Which was the very reason I took some of those jars and put them in my backpack.

Victory told me not to do touch anything, but I technically didn't touch them when I slid them into my backpack. My hands didn't touch them, so she couldn't be mad at me for touching.

And what did she know about these jars? What was so bad about them? Dylan said that they might kill us because it might contain something poisonous, but I doubted it. The Gamemakers wouldn't put something poisonous inside a jar, and I wasn't going to eat the stuff inside it. I wasn't that stupid.

"Dylan," I called back to my ally, smiling at what I was about to say. "Either tell Victory that you like her or stop looking at her like you want to!" That made Dylan give me a look that told me he didn't like what I said.

"I'm watching her!" Dylan angrily shouted at me. "I'm making sure that she doesn't do anything to us. Because it would be a shame is she blitzkrieged us at the cornucopia."

Blitz...What? Dylan and his words, why couldn't he just talk simply, like a normal person?

And how could he so quickly assume that Victory had killed Jeremiah? She wouldn't do that. Careers had to trust each other until near the end, when we'd have to turn on each other. Until then, we were a team and we needed to work together. And to do that, we'd need to trust each other to fight off the other eighteen tributes. But in this case, the other sixteen since Tanner and Adrian were with us.

Trim may of been welcomed into our alliance, but everyone seemed to agree that he was more of a nuisance then anything else, and because of that, Trim meet his end. I personally didn't want Trim to die since he might of been a good person to have around. I just wish that he was nicer to people though, if you didn't like him, he tended to be an asshole. But I bet that if we let him open up, he would of been a nice person that just wanted to fit in.

But even so, with him gone, at least we had one less tribute to worry about.

I counted the tributes that were dead. Trim. Timber. Malik. Willow. Jamie. Colton. And now, Jeremiah. Seven tributes dead, seventeen left alive. Only a matter of time until only one of us remains, and the person who lives is obvious, as there's no way that I could die.

Sure I might get injured, but I can't die. I could avoid knives getting thrown at me by Terry.

Terry. I felt sadness start to rise up as I thought of my best friend getting torn apart by the hands of the other sixteen year old boys he was trapped with during the reapings.

Terry. Terry was a good fighter, but he never wanted to volunteer and go into the games. I remember him telling me that the only reason he got started with training was because it was required of anyone that went to school, in which everyone did. Even the homeless kids went to school. But Terry told me that most of them only did it because it was somewhere where they could get free food and a warm place to stay outside of night.

I'm sure that if Terry had a chance to volunteer he'd have made it out alive and made his life more than just hanging around the Training Centre and wondering what kind of boring job he might or might not get when he grows up.

But now Terry was dead, so I am going to have to win for him. He didn't want to go into the games, but instead, the games found him. If this had been a normal year and he was reaped, he would of been saved by someone else volunteering, so he was never in danger unless he choose to go into the arena on his own free will.

But he didn't have any free will, he didn't get to choose to die or not, they choose his age group, and he died.

My fear of losing him didn't seem possible, until our head Peacekeeper called out the sixteen year old males.

I wanted to run to his cage, rip the walls apart, and get him out of there. But my mind seemed to go blank when I heard those fatal words escape our Peacekeeper's mouth. The next thing I knew, I was in the justice building, crying.

And when my family asked what was wrong, I lied to them and told them that everything was fine. Even though it wasn't.

But I didn't want them to think that I wasn't good enough for them. After all, they both worked for the Training Centre and had trained me to be a warrior, and warriors don't act like I did.

I tried to not think about it, and it worked, until now.

Terry. I am going to win. Just wait and see.

District Twelve's Zeal Skoda's POV

She bit me! She bit me in the hand! It hurt so much, like there was a fire burning my hand! She was going to eat me, she was crazy enough. Her calling me a turkey convinced me that she saw me as a bird to eat. I didn't want to get eaten. I think it would be better of she ate herself, she peeled her skin off, she should eat that!

Why was she doing this? All I wanted to ask her where she was, and she attacked me. I didn't do anything wrong.

I held onto the painful part of my hand, holding it with my good hand and hoped that the pain would go away. All I did was feel warm, thick liquid run between my fingers, pain still radiating through it.

Were all girls this mean? First I get attacked by that brown skinned girl, now I'm getting attacked by this purple and black haired girl. All the girls in this place were all mean. I wanted to go back home to be with my friends, they wouldn't think about attacking me, not even the girls. Sure, Ruthie would yell at me sometimes, but that was because I had done something really bad. These girls attacked me for no reason. I didn't even get to ask them my question.

And while that brown skinned girl took my clothes and attacked me, at least she wasn't chasing me like this girl. She was also planning on eating me. I knew that I shouldn't of trusted her because of her red eyes. Red eyes are the eyes of evil people.

Never again Zeal! Never again!

"Hhhhhhheeeeeetttttthhhhhhhheeeeeettttthhhhhh turrttthhhhhkeyyyyyy turrttthhhhhkeyyyyyy turrttthhhhhkeyyyyyy!" I heard her shout with her weird sounding words. But I didn't care that she sounded weird, I was too scared to question it. Not that it would matter if she caught me. I had to get away from her!

I ran from the room we were in, into the hallway, and back into another room. One that was filled with rows and rows of chairs next to long, dusty, metal tables.

I ran to one of the dirty tables and slide across the short side of it, landing on the other side. The girl chasing me did the same.

I then used the chairs to block her path. It hardly slowed her down.

In fact, she just crashed through the chairs and jumped over the tables, just like I was doing. There was no stopping her!

As I slide across another table, I saw the person I had been looking for. She was looking right at me with confusion, and she also had a bow and some arrows with her. She could help me!

"Brown hair girl!" I shouted as I kicked one of the chairs at purple haired girl. "Help me!"

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

It's Dare! I wanted to shout that at him, but I could tell that was the last thing on his mind anyway. And besides, he never seemed to call anyone by their name, and if he did they got made at him, like our escort. He tried to say her name, but couldn't. He called her something ridiculous by accident before she got mad at him. he then started to call her fox girl. She didn't like that name either, but it was at least better then what he had called her before. And after a day, he forgot her name completely and started to call her fox girl full time.

Back home, I knew about the gang that Zeal was in. He and his friends went around stealing, kidnapping, killing, and other activities that were outside the law. The Peacekeepers had always wanted to get their hands on them, but every time the reapings were over, they slipped out of their hands and hid away from them.

And since nobody wanted to get involved with the Peacekeepers, we all knew more about them than the Peacekeepers. With Ruthie as the leader and Zeal as the dumb muscle that always used to beat up or kill anyone that got on their bad side.

Zeal said they only killed one person, but I know that that's complete b***. And so does he, he killed some of those people.

But still, it was kind of weird to see Zeal, who was bigger and stronger than the skinny girl that was chasing him around. Zeal, the big bad bully of Ruthie's gang, was getting chased around by a weaponless girl that he could snap like a twig.

"Zeal!" I shouted, wondering if the retard would be able to understand me. "Fight back! Punch her, kick her, smash her face in! You can fight her!"

"I can?" Zeal shouted, surprised by what I just said. And why wasn't I surprised?

"Of course!" I shouted, wondering if he was going to really fight back, or if I'd have to do all the hard work and shoot this girl with one of my arrows?

I got my answer when Zeal suddenly turned around and punched the crazy girl from District Ten in the face. His blow so powerful that it made her turn in a half circle and fall onto the table to her right.

Zeal then kicked her legs out from under her before her face disappeared under the table. I then saw Zeal grab something that was under the table. I watched as he pulled Perla up by the hair, causing her to claw at his arm, she was rewarded with Zeal smashing her face into the table. A circle of blood splatter appeared on the dirty table.

Zeal then continued to brutally slam her face into the table another time. A third time. A fourth time. Each time causing more blood to leak out of her nose and mouth, causing the ring of blood splatter on the table to get bigger and thicker, her nose getting flatter and her mouth bloodier.

I was surprised at Zeal's sudden change of personality. When I first saw him run into this room, he was a coward running for his life. He was crying over something, and he was asking me for help. But now he was the one doing the beating. He was like a different person from what he seemed like before this moment.

If I hadn't known who he really was, I would have been surprised.

"Take that!" Zeal shouted at his victim. "And that! And that!"

All of a sudden, Perla got out of Zeal's grip, by pulling her face to the side before I heard a sharp and wet tearing sound. I watched in terror and disgust as the chunk of hair Zeal was holding suddenly became a wig. She had torn her hair from her scalp!

Zeal looked at the clump of hair and bloody skin he was holding in confusion before the girl that now had a lot less hair and a lot more bleeding on her head, reached across Zeal's face and raked her nails across his face.

When my prep team got a hold of me, they did things to me, tried to make me more pretty for the audience, and that included shaving down my nails. They were short and were perfectly rounded. But Perla must of sharpened them somehow, because her nails made red, bloody claw marks appear Zeal's face before he started to scream in pain.

"Hey!" I shouted before I quickly pulled an arrow out of the quiver and notched it on the bow string, pulled it back, and pointed it towards the crazy girl. "Leave him alone!"

I then released the string and let the arrow fly.

The arrow flew towards it's target, before it got buried into her upper right arm.

Damn! I wanted it to hit her in the back, but all it did was go through her arm.

As both the red eyed girl and my district partner cried out in pain, one obviously louder then the other, the girl pulled the bloody arrow out of her arm, breaking the arrow before it was fully removed.

I then charged towards the girl while holding my bow like a sword. Was it the best plan, I don't know, but I wasn't going to waste another arrow.

When I got close enough to her, I did the same thing to her as I did to Malik during the bloodbath, I jabbed her with the edge of the bow as hard as I could.

I must of hit a weak spot in her back, because she staggered forward before crashing into Zeal. I then worried that she was going to do something to the crying brute, but my worries went away when I saw him shove Perla away from him.

I grabbed the staggering girl by the back of her shirt with my left hand before using her momentum to pull her body away from Zeal and slam her back onto the table before raised my right fist high above her before I slammed my fist down on her face with all my might.

The first thing I felt was a wave of pain travel through my hand. Faces were harder then I imagined. And while the amount of blood I spilt wasn't as much as what Zeal had spilt, I knew that I had done some damage to her.

I raised my fist and got an eye full of horror, something that I didn't see at a distance with the dim red lights in the room, but now that I was up close to her, I could see it clearly. Her face had skin missing from it. Small, bloody patches looked like it had been torn off her face. Did Zeal do that?

In my moment of shock, I didn't react in time as the beaten up girl suddenly jumped away from me and started to run away.

I wasn't going to let her get away from me. I could run faster then she could, and I was agile as well, so she definitely wouldn't be able to get away from me. And I had arrows with me, but should I risk losing another one?

Without any thought whatsoever, I grabbed another arrow out of my quiver and notched it onto the bow string and took aim at the fleeing target. I aimed for her back and let the arrow fly. It missed her completely as it made a loud plink by hitting a metal wall beside her.

That's it! I'm not going to try and shoot her, I'm going to get closer to her and shoot her at a closer range. A range that I wouldn't be able to miss, even with my weapon skill level, or lack of, actually.

I started to run towards Perla when I felt something grab my shirt.

"Don't leave me." I heard Zeal plead as he continued to hold tightly onto my shirt, preventing me from chasing the fleeing girl.

"Let go!" I shouted at him, punching him across the face. He didn't even seem to notice that I hit him. Was I really that pathetically weak or was he just that strong? Either way, he was letting her get away. That girl could be a big threat later on, it was better to eliminate her now then risk her coming back and have her kill us.

She was weakened, I wasn't. I was a fast runner and I could run for a long time, I don't know if she could as well but I bet I could out do her.

"Please don't leave me." Zeal pleaded again, having a different kind of hurt in his eyes then physical pain.

All of a sudden, he looked more like an injured six year old in need of attention then an eighteen year old monster that we knew him as. Right now, all he seemed to be was a lost kid.

I cringed at the decision I had to make.

I could risk running after her, leaving Zeal behind and hopefully get back to him. Or I could let her get away and chance having her return to try and finish us off.

I turned towards the fleeing girl, who was already out of sight, but I knew the direction she had gone, before looking back at my district partner.

I looked at him and realized how much I had missed being with someone. I hated being lonely, it was boring.

"Can you run?" I asked him.

"Yeah." He answered.

I smiled before grabbing his arm and started to pull it.

"Then follow me," I told him. "We're going to make that bitch pay."

District One's Zane's POV

If there's one thing about sharing, it's that someone else gets to use it as well. When I wanted to use it, someone else wanted to use it. That's what it's like with this body, and Calamity takes over at the most inconvenient times.

I could have taken out Kendrick and returned to rape his partner, but Calamity just had to interfere. That bitch. He was always getting in the way, keeping me back and trying to protect those that meant something to him, which was everyone, though not everyone shared that trait.

Calamity wanted to tell Jenriko about me, but she broke his arm instead.

I wanted to fight Jen, to have fun with her, to show Calamity that he couldn't control me, and to piss him off in general. To break his mind and allow me to take complete control of him, because even with my best efforts, he still manages to fight me. It was annoying, he should just let me take over and lead him in life, because his pathetic life was going nowhere, and pacifists don't live long in the games.

He wanted to live, but he also didn't want me to kill anyone. I could live with that, because Calamity is stupid at times.

But right now, I was weaponless and looking for something in this place that looked very familiar to the correctional facility the district dumped us into instead of shooting us on the spot. Said they were going to try and cure Calamity, help him get rid of me. And for a while, they did have some success, but it turned out to be a double bladed sword, because the techniques could be used both ways, and soon, I was fighting more intensely with Calamity once again. We were using the same techniques against each other, fighting for dominance again. And Calamity usually won. I hate to say it, but he usually won.

It wasn't until I found out his weakness that I began to use it against him. Violence, that's what gave me extra leverage into controlling his body.

I looked at my bloody and slightly wrecked hand that I had smashed against the wall repeatedly and told him how much of a fuck up he was, reminding him of that fateful day, until I gained enough leverage to take control of the body.

It didn't always work. Pain wasn't the only factor in taking over the body, it also involved will, mind, and emotional pain. The more of it I caused to him, the easier it was to take over.

I smiled at the hand that buzzed with pain, it was worth it, because now that I had taken over, I'd try and stay in control. This was the arena, so I can easily find ways to scar him both mentally and physically.

I walked down the weakly lit prison in search for other tributes. As much as I'd like to find Caia again and finish what I started with her, I doubted that I'd find her so easily. And then there was Kendrick to deal with.

I slid my hand across the prison bars, feeling the dirty and rusted metal rub against my skin.

Yep. It definitely brought back memories, good and bad. Calamity wouldn't dare come out in this place, it would cause too much emotion. It was perfect. Though I doubt I'd be staying here forever, it was a perfect place to be with no Calamity trying to break free.

Looking into the cells, I saw nothing, just the same boring contents inside, until I came across a cell with someone inside it.

She was laying on a bed with crude bandages on her arms, legs, and face. I couldn't tell who it was at first, but then I saw that she had dark, wavy hair and an athletic build along with a sleeveless shirt and shorts. That's when I knew who she was, remembering that she wore the same outfit when our man whore mentor got killed by bleeding out of his eyes. Vida Rosalyn Harkle.

What was she doing here and how did she end up unconscious and injured?

Not that it mattered. The more important question was where was her ally, Timber Carther. Was he out? Was he dead? Was he in the cell with her?

"Hey Timber!" I shouted, turning towards the hallway, trying to attract his attention. "I'm going to have some fun with your girlfriend! Is that all right?"

I didn't hear anything, and smiled knowing that Vida was helpless and all mine. Timber wasn't here, gone too, I don't care where, and nobody else was going to stop me from having my way with her, everyone was too busy worrying about their own lives.

I turned around and saw someone slam their body into me before I felt them do it. But whoever had attacked me was pathetically weak, they didn't even send me back two steps. "What the fuck?" I said in confusion. I hadn't seen anyone here before.

I looked down at weak, dirty blond haired person and kneed them in the stomach, causing them to instantly lose their strength and loosen their grip on me.

I then threw the frail framed tribute away from me, causing them to crash against the dirty wall before they slumped onto their ass in a daze.

I then saw that it was a girl. A girl that I didn't recognize.

I tried to remember who she was with her straight blond hair, pale skinned girl with pink flushed cheeks, but couldn't think of anyone.

I walked over to the slumped girl before I kicked her across the face, sending her entire body to the ground.

I laughed at the weak girl that could hardly put up a fight. She was pathetic.

I then kneeled beside her before grabbing a handful of her hair, lifted it up, then slammed it onto the floor before hearing an audible snap a second before I started to wipe her face across the floor, sending a red smear across the already dirty surface.

I then flipped her over, to see her face covered with dirt, blood, and tears with her big nose broken, curved to the left of her face.

I smiled and laughed, taking in the damage I had done to her before I threw her head back onto the ground before picking up one of her legs as I stood up.

If there was anything I learned with Caia, it's that you can't let them make a sound, or have them try to escape, which is why I'm going to solve the solution by breaking her legs.

I held out her leg on low angle before I lifted up my right leg and slammed it down as hard as I could on her kneecap. A loud, wet, crunch occurred as her knee shattered and she screamed out in pain. I took pleasure in knowing that bits of bone were sticking out in the center of her bleeding leg.

I then dropped the ruined leg before moving on to the still functioning one.

She tried to move away, but I easily grabbed her leg and crushed that one as well, sending another wave of the sound of bones shattering and high pitched screams into the air.

Much to my luck, Vida didn't seem to be waking up. She was out cold. And this girl was completely beaten from just a few attacks, she was in too much pain to even fight back. Perfect!

I gave her another kick across the face for good measure, and because I felt like it, before I started to kneel on her chest, apply my weight on it, and start to strip her of her clothes by first tearing her sleeveless shirt from the collar down before forcefully removing it from her body. She struggled, but it wasn't much of a fight as her slaps were nothing more then mere annoyances. Her cries were music to my ears.

While still kneeling on her chest, I pulled her bra down to her stomach in order to expose her bitch. They weren't the best that I've ever seen as they were small and hardly needed a bra in the first place, but it was fitting more a small girl like her. At least she wasn't ugly.

I then undid her pants and slide her pants and underwear down to her ankles, exposing her vagina. She tried to squirm her way out of the situation, but with her legs broken, she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. All she could do was cry. "Shut up bitch."

I slammed my fist into her face before I mounted onto her exposed body and pulled my pants down to expose my hardened penis to her. "Ready to have your virginity torn to shreds?" I asked her before getting a whimper of misery and fear. "I take that as a yes."

I then shoved my dick into pussy as hard as I could, seeing her suddenly get wide eyed with agony as I heard a high pitched scream come from the girl.

I then started to slide my dick in and out of her vagina, hearing the wet slap of flesh on flesh as she continued to cry and scream and try to wiggle away from me. Her efforts were useless, she couldn't get away. "Might as well enjoy it." I told her as I continued to destroy her tight little pussy, feeling a rush of pleasure with each stroke.

It wasn't long before I started to feel a build up of warm substances inside of her. Then before I knew it, I felt myself spilling my cum into the unknown girl.

With a groan of satisfaction, I looked down to see my victim in the exact same state she was in before, except she was panting heavily and she looked like she was in pure agony. But not only that, but I could see that she was mentally damaged from her lost innocence.

I smiled to myself, thinking of how well of a job I had done before pulling my dick out of her bloody vagina and seeing all the red and white on my penis. "Thanks for the fuck, bitch. I think I'll have some fun with Vida now."

The girl, weak as she was, tried to arch her back up to me and hit me, but I slugged her first, sending her head back to the ground with a painful sounding thud before I stood up and started to walk towards the District Eight girl.

I also smiled as well as felt dominance and pleasure by knowing that somewhere inside, Calamity was screaming in misery.

A/N: I don't know how I've done with this chapter, but Wren's rape scene was one of the things that I wanted to do in this experiment. A rape scene. To, you know, get better and more comfortable writing that kind of thing, because I don't really like using the words vagina and penis and words like that (that has to change). Trust me, if it wasn't with Zane and Wren, it would of happened with someone else doing it to someone else. I'm just glad there was a submitted tribute like him. Speaking of which, you now probably know what's going to happen every time Zane gets to a female tribute.

Anyway, tell my your opinions and what not and how much you did or didn't enjoy this chapter.

A thanks to Brocasica for being my beta reader in this chapter.