District Eleven's Adrian Colton's POV

Pain. That's all I felt after I felt Dylan grab the lower part of my mouth before that area of my mouth seemed to catch on fire. After that, everything seemed to happen in quick flashes. I caught little glimpses of what was happening before I skipped over to another part in time, almost like I was seeing only what needed to be seen.

It started with Dylan's hand reaching out to me and ripping my lower lip off as I felt the warm blood pumping out of my severed tiny body part. Then it skipped over to me on the ground as I heard Tanner pleading to someone not to die. The next thing I saw was the ceiling fixtures moving while something was digging into my throat. Then I saw a beige coloured hand covering my mouth as I heard the distant voice of Tanner saying something I couldn't understand.

Now everything was just quiet except the light hum of the electricity flowing through those dimly lit red lights that casted it's weak light over the arena. There was no screaming, no weapons banging together, but there was the sound of breathing coming from my throat.

What was happening and why was it so quiet? Did everyone get killed by Dylan? Was I the only one alive in the career group? What?

My lower teeth felt weird, and as I reached up and rubbed the area, I quickly found out why it was my teeth that were feeling weird instead of my lower lip. My teeth were exposed to the outside air, and that made them dry up, making them not so wet and smooth like they normally were.

The area below that was feeling tight and dry, and as I moved my hand down, I realized that there was some kind of fabric wrapped around it, and even though the cloth was wet, the area below it still felt like it was drying up. Then there was my chin, which also felt the same as the area below the teeth. Both areas had a painful pulse occurring in regular sessions.

I had been injured before, but I had never had anyone tear the flesh off me, and this physically hurt more then anything I had ever felt before. Not only that, but I was going to have to live with the after effects until I can get out of here and have the Capitol repair it somehow, or have Tanner and Jen find something that makes my teeth and chin feel not as irritated.

Tanner. Jen. I began to wonder what had happened to them, I wasn't hearing anything, and with the attack that just happened, I couldn't help but think that they might of been killed. Did everyone die when Dylan attacked? Did Tanner, Jen, Victory and Dylan all die and kill each other in a four way fight while I was the only one left alive?

"J-Jen?" I asked, hoping to hear a response. "Tanner?"

"Right here." I heard a male voice call out miserably, which I found odd considering who it was.

Still laying on the floor, I turned my head towards the voice, and saw Tanner sitting down behind Jen, looking at her as she was laying down on the floor like I was, but she had bandages wrapped around her neck that was thick with red. Was she dead? Was that why Tanner was in such a slump?

"Is she-" I started, but Tanner interrupted me as he said

"Dead?" Silence occurred for a few, tense, moments, making me worried that Jen was really dead. With the way Tanner was acting and how Dylan had attacked us, it was possible that someone had perished in the fight, though I didn't want to believe that Jen had died. I also didn't want to believe that Dylan attacked us. We were getting along just fine earlier with Dylan saying words we didn't understand, Tanner cursing at us, Jen thinking that the entire situation was humorous while embarrassing Tanner. Jeremiah, though quiet, still participated with us, having fun, unlike Victory who, with her short temper, kept on abusing us. But even more, there was Selene, who Victory actually punched. Tanner said it was because she didn't even try to kill anyone during the bloodbath, and as far as I saw, it was true, but Tanner also pointed out that she had no injuries, no weapons on hand, she wasn't out of breath or anything like that, which made me think that he right even more. "No. She's still alive."

I breathed out a sigh of relief. Jen, if Tanner and I were going to continue to be allies, we had to have Jen with us, because now that Jeremiah and Dylan weren't with us anymore, Jen was probably the only one that was going to keep Tanner and I away from each other's throats. It wasn't that I disliked Tanner, quite the opposite really, its just that we somehow end up in situations where we want to kill each other, and that worried me. I didn't want to be in the arena alone, because Tanner would be there to help protect me, but it seemed that we were more likely to kill each other then the other tributes if someone didn't come between us. And I don't think either of us wanted to be with Victory due to how she treats us.

"Oh, good." I said to him, thankful that Jen was still alive. "So why are you so down?" Shouldn't he of been happy that Jen was still alive instead of dead?

"She got slashed in the neck," Tanner explained sadly, still not looking at me. "It may not be that deep, but she still has a chance of dying." Tanner then sighed heavily. "She'll be fine though, I hope, since she's not dead yet and the blood isn't pumping out that fast."

Tanner then looked at me, and I could see sadness in his eyes. "We're fighting each other more then we're fighting the other tributes," He said. "Sure we killed those in the bloodbath, but what about the other stuff? You've beaten me up, we've argued, we've fought, Selene's left us and Victory's mad at us, Dylan attacked us and sliced Jen's neck, what's next? Are we going to abandon each other? Am I going to kill you? Are you going to kill me? Is Victory going to kill all three of us?"

What Tanner was saying took me by surprise. He normally wasn't like this, he was usually rude and somewhat confident, he reminded me of my brother. But this Tanner wasn't like he normally was, and that kind of scared me, was he going to end up going into a depressed mess?

"Jen's going to live," I said to him as calmly as I could, like I knew that she was going to live instead of die, even though I wasn't sure. After all, she did get sliced in the neck. "I mean, she's got to, right? She just can't leave us to kill each other can she?" I said that like it was a joke, but in reality, that's what could most likely happen if she left us. I didn't want her to die because of that. "And besides, careers are tough, and Jen's been bragging about how she's a soldier to District One, I don't think she's going down that easily."

Say what you like Adrian, Tanner's not going to believe you. You don't even believe the words that are coming out of you mouth, so how can someone else trust you?

But, it seemed wrong to see Tanner like this, or whoever this depressed person was in front of me that definitely wasn't the guy that I was friends with.

"Well," I said before giving out a fake yawn as I talked as boringly as I could. "Maybe we should just dump her then if she's just going to die. I don't want to be taking care of a piece of trash that's just going to weigh us down. She's useless to us now anyway, so we may as well cut our ties with her and abandon the little slutbag."

I then saw Tanner look at me like I wanted him to. He looked at me with anger, pure and simple.

"You take that back you little piece of shit!" He shouted at the same time he jumped up and stoor at me like he wanted to beat the living tar out of me. "She's not going to fucking die and you fucking know it! She's a tough little bitch! When she gets back on her feet she's going to go after Dylan before ripping his giant brain out of his head, eat it, shit it out, then force the bastard to eat the shit that used to be his brain!"

I smiled as I saw the old Tanner come back from where ever he was before.

"I'm pretty sure Dylan won't be able to eat anything, because he's dead." I told him.

"What the fuck ever." Tanner said before he went back down and started to shake Jen a little. Not too roughly, but enough to get movement from her, even if it was by his doing. "Hey! Jen! You hear me in there? We're going to get Dylan and make him pay for what he did to you and Adrian, right?"

Tanner then did a horrible job of impersonating Jen's voice as he moved her mouth up and down. "Right."

I couldn't help but laugh. Tanner was back to normal, despite it only being maybe a minute or two, but at least he wasn't sad anymore. I was glad.

It reminded me of Jeana. That made me stop smiling and made me wonder.

It was a scary thought, but, Tanner was a lot like Jeana. Jeana didn't swear as much and she wasn't as much as of a child as Tanner was at times, but they were both people that seemed to express anger a lot and, despite what they did, they cared for other people. They got into fights often, especially with those near them. They were rude and often seemed to want to hurt other people's feelings, but they were fun to be with and were more then they appeared to be on the surface.

But what was even more strange was that Tanner was like Jeana physically as well. They were both brown skinned, strong, black haired. But Jeana was a girl and better looking then Tanner, who had greasy hair and a lot of freckles on his body as well as generally looking like shit. It was only added to the dark marks and swelled up spots on his face from me beating him with a shovel. But really, I could see Jeana in him. Violent, rude, caring, friendly, funny, and insecure.

I gave a little laugh, at both myself and Tanner before I started to talk again.

"That personality really isn't you is it." I said, not asked, but said a matter of factly. Chances were, since he was so much like Jeana, he was hiding behind a persona that showed everyone something that he really wasn't. It wasn't until my friends and I really took the time to get to know Jeana and see behind the mask to discover that she wasn't a complete bitch, but really, something else entirely. "You act like a complete asshole, and yet, here you are, caring for me and Jen when you don't really need to. You also helped us before, tried to be friends with the entire career camp, but all the while you complained and said that everyone owes you. From all that, I think your hiding your real self behind a wall of fake emotions and swear words."

Tanner looked at me with mild surprise. I take it that I was spot on, and that his true self was the one that was depressed and worried about Jen a moment earlier then the one who had just talked. "You should open up more, you know." I said to him, truly now wondering what the real Tanner was like. "Say what's really on your mind and not the bullshit you've been feeding us since day one, because I know that you're a better person then you try to make us think you are."

The whole arena seemed to go silent, as the only sounds I heard were the breaths coming in and our of our bodies, the light hum of the lights, and the soft groans of the metal arena around us.

I waiting for Tanner to say something, but nothing seemed to come out of his mouth. I didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I..." Tanner finally said, breaking the silence. "Don't know what you're talking about."

"I think you do Tanner." I said, thinking back to how I made Jeana open up to us all those years ago. "Now, I want to try something with you." Tanner looked at me strangely. "Say one good thing about me, or Jen, just one thing."

Start small, because for all I know, Tanner's been hiding behind asshole Tanner his whole life, and I don't expect him to just change within a couple of minutes.

Tanner then seemed to be thinking of what to say. From the way he was looking, I had to wonder if he had ever given a complement in his life.

"Jen's..." Tanner began, before he started to think again. "Whoreable."

"Horrible?" I asked, wondering how he ever thought that was a good thing to call someone.

"Wait." Tanner said, looking like he wanted to take it back. "Tarbh said that calling someone that was bad." Tarbh? Who was that? Did Tanner actually have a friend back home? That was a surprise. "How about...Umm..." Tanner stumbled as he tried to think of something. "Rapeable."

I held in a laugh.

"I don't think that's a good thing to say to a person." I told him. "Especially since she's a girl."

"Then she's a pig." Tanner quickly piped up with a smile on his face.

I looked at Tanner for a couple of seconds before I couldn't help but laugh. He thought of Jen as a pig, and he thought that it was seriously a complement. Oh man, if Jen could of heard that one, I wonder what she'd do to him. "What are you laughing about?" Tanner asked. "Pigs are fucking awesome animals." That only made me laugh harder. Jen. Pigs. Golden.

"Pigs." I laughed.

"Shut up." Tanner growled, embarrassed.

He really was kind of like Jeana.

But the scariest part of this comparison thing? I was starting to feel the same way for Tanner that I had felt for Jeana.

District Eleven's Caritta Desin's POV

"Why'd you help me?" Selene asked as we walked down the dimly lit hallways that occasionally showed blood spattered walls, floors, rooms and doors.

"Because I don't like bullies." I told her, thinking of all the times that someone had attacked me before I managed to become as strong as I am today. Before that, the kids back home used to attack me because of my sexuality, and because I looked like a person that wouldn't be able to hurt them.

I wasn't strong back then, but I could take the physical punishment that they delivered because of the abuse that I received at home. So while I wasn't the strongest person alive, I was able to fight back longer and harder then they thought I would.

I'm stronger today, but that still doesn't stop them throwing out insults or picking fights with me.

Selene was like me, sexually different from the others, so she got made fun of, especially by that ugly bastard Tanner who seemed to know more words to call a homosexual then anything else that came out of his mouth. She was also an easy target because she looked weak and was a target before the games even began. I felt as if I couldn't abandon her because it was like looking at a younger version of myself. A pretty, young version of myself.

"You shouldn't of done that." Selene told me.

"Why not?" I asked, wondering why she seemed to be kind of ungrateful for me saving her. Sure she said thanks, which made me feel good, but she this was the first thing she said since those two boys had left.

"Because what if they did decide to attack?" Selene answered. "What if the District Three paired joined them? Or what if another career had been with them?" All good points, but there was one important detail that she was missing.

"But none of that happened," I told her. "So in other words, I saved you from getting killed."

"We're all going to die anyway," She sadly announced. "Everyone except one, and you'd risk your life to save a stranger. One of us is going to die anyway, so should you of even bothered?"

"You want to be dead?" I countered, making her silent once again. "I could of let those bastards catch up to you and let them kill you, but I didn't, I helped you instead. I'd kill them, I'd kill those two boys and the District Three pair to protect you." It was true, I'd of killed all four of them to let her live, she mattered that much to me.

"You don't even know me," She said, still using that emotionless tone. "And yet you'd kill four people, just like that." She said as she snapped her fingers. "You'd end their lives for a stranger that you haven't even talked to until you encountered her at a four way hall."

"Well you don't have to be so rude about it." I told her, thinking of how my district partner and his ally were going to kill her, I thought she'd be more grateful then this. Instead, she was complaining, just like my parents. No matter what I did, they always turned it against me, saying that it wasn't good enough before either hitting me or throwing me out onto the street. "If you really want to, I could stab you in the throat and let you die, like you so badly want, like you keep saying you want to. I'll finish what Adrian started, and what I helped prevent."

Selene went silent once again.

Moments passed before I started to talk again. "So, you want to be allies or what?" I asked, not really wanting to kill her. That was just talk so that I could get her to stay alive.

"Temporary allies?" She asked.

I nodded, not really wanting the alliance to end, but knowing that only one of us was going to escape. And if anything, I wanted her to escape, because she had been through a lot in her life and, unlike me, probably has something in her life worth living.

"Temporary allies." I told her.

District Six's Adrienne Quintus's POV

Cannons. Why hadn't the cannons fired yet? The bloodbath was over, and I doubted that it would last this long, however long it was since this whole thing started. But I could be wrong, after all, I hadn't met anyone since my encounter with Zeal, so for all I knew, people had been fighting constantly and the gamemakers, or whoever was running this anarchy of a game, were waiting for tributes to finally die.

That might be it, but there could also be something else that could be happening in these stupid games. Something that they didn't want anyone else to know. I didn't know what it was, but I couldn't let the mystery distract me, I had to find another place to lay low before someone found me.

I didn't want to leave the room that I was in, it had light that filled up nearly the entire room, and I didn't have to worry as much about something sneaking up to me in this darkness, because the entire hallways had weak lights that didn't light up the entire way. There were dark patches that people could hide in and wait for someone to cross their path before BAM! They attack you and take you down before you can even react.

I wish that I had a flashlight or a flaming torch with me, or even a lighter, that would of been better then the nothing that I had now. Why didn't I run to the cornucopia and try to grab a backpack? Oh right, I didn't want to die. Good choice, but it still sucks because I don't have anything to help me with the darkness that I'm facing.

"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid." I told myself as I hit myself in the head for not getting something to combat the dark. The only thing that gave me comfort was that I had ripped off a table leg and now had a weapon, so if Zeal, or any other guy or girl tried to take me, I'd at least have something to defend myself with. Sure it wasn't as good as a sword or a mace, but it was better then just my bare hands.

Darkness. I didn't want to think about it or how it was used for the bastards back in the district when I was good and helpless. Darkness, it was the ally of everyone but me , I hated it, and it hatted me as well.

I came out of my thoughts of times not so long past when I felt myself hit something hard. My entire face hurt as well as the top of my head and my chest as I saw stars dance in front of me. I wondered what I had walked into. Then it hit me, I had ran into someone! An enemy!

I shouted as loud as I could to scare the person in front of me, get them off their guard even more, if they hadn't already let down their guard, and slammed the table leg into their rock hard body, sending violent vibrations down my arms. I nearly let go of my weapon it hurt my hands so much.

How are they so strong? I wondered that before my vision started to clear, and I saw that in front of me was a metal door.

I laughed at myself that I had gotten scared of an inanimate object, and a door no less. This darkness was really taking it's toll on me, I needed to find something to help me combat this fear.

I reached out and grabbed the ancient metal handle with my left hand and prepared to swing the wooden club with my right, just in case there was someone inside of that room. I readied myself even more as I started to turn the handle and opened the door.

I then quickly swung open the door and swung the wooden weapon down hard and fast, giving anyone inside no chance to become aggressive with me, only to discover that nobody was inside. Well, better safe then sorry, what if there was someone in there.

I was about to laugh at myself, but it stopped in my throat when I saw a pale face with an open cave of short yellow knives in the lower area of it's face jump out of nowhere. Where the fuck did he come from?

I saw that he was going to bite me and thought of attacking him with my weapon, but my body must of known that he was going to get to me before that could happen, because my left arm suddenly appeared in front of my face, the location of where the pale faced guy lunging at.

I then felt excruciating pain in the center of my left arm as I felt knives dig into my flesh, freeing warm crimson blood from my arm as I heard myself scream in pain.

As I felt his teeth start to drag back and forth across my bone, I smashed the club into his skull as hard as I could, causing even more agonizing pain to ripple across my arm and create a red waterfall.

I continued to shout in pain as the pale skinned boy with tattered hair crashed into a metal structure holding up a series of screens, taking a chunk of my blood flesh as a prize.

I felt the fire inside my arm building up with each passing second as I felt its warmth spread to the outer parts of my limb as I tried my best to ignore it. It was hard, but I had to do it, I couldn't get distracted with that guy acting hostile towards me.

The cannibal, who I didn't recognize as any of the other tributes, gave out a low growl of anger before I slammed my weapon into its head, causing a stream of red to escape his mouth before I swung at him again, and again, and again. Each time hearing the crack of bone and wood get louder and wetter, seeing more crimson get set free from its oval prison as it splashed against the screens and the structure that was holding them up.

I hated that guy, I hated that guy for attacking me, for ripping out my flesh, for being a just like every other guy I knew. I hated the darkness for being on his side and not on my side, for abandoning me once again.

I was angry that the world was unfair to me yet again. Everything I did was always used against me and used in favor of the bullies that I encountered everywhere I went. Nothing I ever did showed the district that I wasn't like my whore of a mother, nothing I said or did showed them that I was different from her, to them, I was the same as her. Everything in my life was one sided! I hated it!

I used that hatred inside me to power my swings and destroy the boy's skull until I heard a sharp crack of wood splitting. I stopped swinging and looked at my weapon, to see that it had been destroyed, I saw that I was holding less then half its original length.

Had I?

I then looked at the boy, and saw that his head was no longer attached to his body. In fact, I didn't see any trace of a head or neck anywhere, nothing except the scraps of bloody bone scattered around in front of me and red chunks of meat and blood that had splattered against the T.V screens.

Oh my God... Did I really do all that? I couldn't believe that I had done that to just one person. I then thought of Zeal and what I might done to him if we had fought and he hadn't run away. Would he be like this guy now? Would he of had his head destroyed with its contents painting the walls of the arena?

The thought kind of scared me. Sure I didn't like guys, but, to do this...

A sudden crackle occurred before I heard a familiar male voice start to speak to me.

"Congratulations Adrienne Quintus of District Six," The blond haired, peacekeeping bastard that had given us that bloody introduction to the games said to me through microphones that seemed to me everywhere in the room. I was worried about what he was going to tell me. "You're the first one to reach the control room, and because of that, you'll receive a special, one time offer for you and you alone."

A mechanical clicking then occurred in front of me. I looked up from the body and discovered a control panel, much like the ones in the district factories that I was forced to take tours on at school.

There were buttons and switches, most of them covered with dust, rust, bits of blood, bone, and brain as well as old stained blood. I shuddered at the sight of all that, thinking that someone had been here before me and had done some killing before me. I was in a murder room.

I then saw one of those buttons blinking red every two seconds. Red for two seconds, blank for two seconds, then red for two seconds, repeating its pattern as I looked at the button, wondering what it was for.

Beside it, I was a switch that, while somewhat painted with blood, had a label above it that was readable. It read: Main light fixture power.

I liked the sound of that, and my instincts told me to flick it, so I did, and suddenly, the entire room was bathed in sweet, blissful light that lit up everything in sight. I breathed a sigh of relief as the main lights came back on and I was no longer stuck with those red emergency lights that allowed predators to hide and stalk their prey. "Very good." The voice told me with a monotone voice. "You gave everyone light and didn't press the red button yet, you must feel so godly."

From the way he said that last sentence, I think he was being sarcastic. "Anyway Adrienne, the red button that I'm presenting to you offers you an exceptional gift. Push that red button, and you'll win the games,"

That alone made me want to push the button. After all, I thought this whole game was stupid and pointless, and I wanted to live and get out of this depression hell hole where everyone wanted to murder each other.

But I didn't push it, because something told me that there was a catch to an offer that good. "But in doing so," I knew it, things were never that easy. "You'll be killing everyone that's still alive in the arena," I felt as if that was obvious. If I really wanted to win, then everyone else would have to die. "As well as everyone that's close to them and you." Okay, that I wasn't expecting. "That means everyone that said goodbye to them. And you."

Okay, it was one thing to kill those in the game so that I could get out early, but killing those that weren't even in the arena? Killing those that were close to them and said goodbye to? Killing those that said goodbye to me as well? It was nothing more then some sick joke on me, win the games and kill everyone important to those still alive, and those who are alive with me in the arena, or stay in the arena. That was sickening. "Look at the screens." The blond peacekeeper commanded.

I looked up at the screens, and saw that there were twenty four, good sized screens, above me. But there were words streaked across them, words that looked like it had been written with blood that had turned rust coloured with age.

What I read that was painted on the screens was: Happy Hunger Games.

The fuck was this and why would someone write that here?

I looked past the old, bloody message and saw that each screen had a different tribute on them. Some looked alive, some were dead. "Starting from the top left corner, we've got Calamity, Jenriko, Jeremiah, Victory, Kendrick, Caia, Dylan, and Selene."

The girl on screen two had a large, blood stained bandage wrapped around her neck. The one on screen three had his body torn in half with his insides spilled out across the floor with a face of twisted horror. The guy one screen five was face down on the floor with a large, bloody gash on the back of his head with blood trailing down his neck and pooling beside his face. The girl on screen six had her face bruised up with a trail of blood coming out of her mouth. The guy on screen seven had his nose ripped off with his penis shoved down his eye socket. As much as I used to think about deaths like Dylan's, I didn't like seeing it in front of me.

The guy on screen one, the girl on screen four, and the girl on screen eight, all looked relatively fine.

So far, four out of eight deaths. "Starting from the center left, we've got Jamie, Alexa, Colton, you, Timber, Willow, Malik, and Vida."

The boy on screen nine had a long and deep vertical cut to the center of his face, if you could even call it a face anymore, that was stained with blood and liberated brain matter. The girl on screen ten had a bloody facial tears and blood running off her arm, I cringed as she scratched her open wounds. The boy on screen eleven was headless with a splatter of blood, bone, and brain around where his head used to be. The boy on screen thirteen was naked with a stab wound to his chest as well as his tongue hanging out of his bloody throat. The girl on screen fourteen was only blood pieces of what she used to be, organs splattered in every directions of the blackened surface where she had exploded. The boy on screen fifteen had a deep cut to the neck with blood staining his chest. The girl on screen sixteen had a bunch of bandages wrapped around her face, unmoving with her shorts pulled down to her ankles with stained sheets near her lady area and skin peeling off her legs.

Everyone on those screens were either injured or dead except for me and Alexia.

Now was the last eight screens, and I hated to see what was up next. "Starting from the bottom left screen, we've got Trim, Wern, Tanner, Perla, Adrian, Caritta, Zeal, and Daria."

The boy on screen seventeen was the same as Willow, blown into a million, bloody pieces that were scattered around the blackened area of the launch plates. The girl on screen eighteen was on her side, naked, hugging her knees and crying. The boy on screen nineteen had his face beaten in, bruised and swelling in places. The girl on screen twenty had all of her insides removed and was just a hollow shell in the center. The boy on screen twenty one had his lower jaw and chin covered with blood stained bandages. The boy on screen twenty three had torn off flesh on the left side of his face. The girl on screen twenty four had a beaten up face with blood running out of her mouth.

Twelve dead and seven injured from the looks of it. The bodies of the dead still in the arena. Why were the bodies still in the arena? Why were they leaving them in there? "Killing them would be easy, wouldn't it?"

I looked at the screens again, to see that Victory was gathering supplies from the ancient cornucopia while Tanner and Adrian were whispering to each other behind her back while occasionally looking at Jenriko. That Caia was kneeling towards Kendrick and making bandages with her ripped up night gown. That Selene and Caritta were walking together. That Vida and Wern were in the same prison cell as each other. That Zeal was carrying the weak Daria in his arms.

Tanner and Adrian were planning to do something to the girls, I just knew it, but something inside to me that that wasn't what was happening. Caia looked worried for Kendrick, just like Zeal was with Daria. "After all, they're killers that want to kill you."

That was true, they all wanted to kill me, and each other, just look at what they've done to each other. Look at what someone did to Vida, and Wern, someone raped them from the looks of it, just like I expected from a guy where there's no rules or authority to enforce them. "And what about those close to them."

The screens then started to show numerous different people on the screens.

Parents, siblings, friends, I saw them talking to the tributes in the justice building on the screens, though no sound came out, I knew that every one of them said that they were going to miss them and wanted them to return. But there were some that didn't get visitors, Calamity and Zeal didn't get any. Calamity and Zeal, orphans with no friends, I wondered why. Did they all die in the reapings? Or did they just never have a family and friends? "Could you kill those tributes parents and friends and siblings?" The blond peacekeeper asked. "Would you kill your mother and your own friends to return home? Would you be willing to sever those connections?"

My mother, my good for nothing mother that sold herself to guys for some quick money, the reason I'm hatted by everyone in the district except my friends and why they think that I'm just like her because I'm apparently good looking. I hated her with a passion and had wanted her dead on more then one occasion for the things she had done to me and let other people do to me. She let the district harass me, especially the guys, for thinking that I was a cheap whore like her.

There were also the other tributes in the arena. Calamity, Tanner, Adrian, Zeal, they were no different from the guys from District Six and I knew it. Guys were all the same where ever you went. I'd do a service to everyone killing them.

And as for the other girls, I would kill them to save them from anymore suffering that was going to happen in the arena. I would save them from experiencing more pain and let them not experience what Vida and Wern had gone through.

"They're strangers that need to be killed so that I can return home." I told the blond peacekeeper, where ever the fuck he was in the Capitol. Somewhere safe while screwing with us as we fought to the death for some cheap entertainment for him and his Capitol shit heads. "I don't care about the other tributes, or their family or friends, they don't matter to me, and my mom means nothing to me neither."

You hear that mom? I've got no problem killing you. You mean nothing to me.

I dropped my now useless weapon and, with my right hand, flicked open the clear box that was surrounding the blinking red button. "I don't want to die."

I then placed my hand on the button, ready to put the amount of pressure needed to kill everyone in the arena except me, as well as kill everyone that give a shit about them.

But then I thought of my friends, Maria and Taylor, I didn't want them to die. They looked past my reputation and saw the real me, the only people to do so. I then thought of what my life back in District Six would be like without them. It would be lonely, and I'd forever regret that I killed the only people that looked out for me, the only people that became my friends. Not only that, but I'd go insane without them from the way life treats me.

Then there were the tributes here, did I really want to kill Caia and Wern and Zeal in cold blood? Even if it meant me going home? And what about the family? Did I really want that much blood on my hands? Not only would I be killing those in the arena, but those that weren't even supposed to be killed in the first place.

My mind went back to the reapings, when they set those kids on fire. If I pushed that button, I wouldn't be any better then them, I'd be creating more death then necessary, and I volunteered the stop that pointless killing. Because as much as I hated the people in the district, I cared.

And as much as I hated to admit it, despite what my mom had done to me, I cared for her as well. She raised me and kept me alive, that has to count for something. Money was always an issue in the district, so I stole, and she sold herself, we had to make money some how.

Maybe she was always mad at me for me being always mad at her. I never thought of that before, did she had me because I hated her and always accused her of that? Was it really because I was an ungrateful brat?

No Adrienne, think of what she did to you. Think of what she did to your life.

For you. For your life.

As I felt my emotions battle each other inside, I felt their effects of war in my eyes as I felt them burn as I struggled to stop my lips from trembling and start sobbing out loud.

Mom made my life a living hell. But so did I.

Mom hates me. But I hate her to.

Mom's a whore that willingly gives herself to me. But she does that to earn money to feed you.

She doesn't even acknowledge my existence. She doesn't have to, her giving you food and clothes and a life is her saying that you matter, otherwise you'd be dead, or homeless, or in the orphanage, or just like her, or she'd of let her-

I felt myself release all the emotions I was holding in before I cried out loud, lifted my right fist into the air, and slammed it away from the blinking button of death. I let the tears come out of my eyes as I started to sob.

Back in the district, I acted like I hated the world, like everyone was my enemy, except for my friends. I wanted to burn the district and kill my mom for having to put up with her in my life. But I cared about people, and that's what drove me to volunteer for them, even though I claimed that I hated them all. I did hate them, but I didn't want things like that to happen to them. And when the burning inferno came to kill them, it wasn't as fulfilling as I thought it'd be.

I wasn't going to kill everyone in the arena along with everyone that they cared about, because I'm not a cold blooded killer, just a stupid kid. "I'm not going to push the button." I cried.

"Nice to know the show won't be ending early." I heard him say before a burst of static occurred.

I didn't care what he said, we didn't need anymore pointless deaths then we already had already. Twenty four tributes, plus those that died in the reapings, plus those ten year old kids that Caritta killed, plus the District One male mentor. We didn't need the family and friends of the tributes to add to that.

I looked at the screens again, and even though I couldn't see clearly out of my eyes due to my tears, I still remembered the words that were drawn across the screens with blood.

Happy Hunger Games.

What a joke.

A/N: Aw man, why does everyone I like leave me? I find a good beta reader, and help me for a bit before they disappear off the face of the earth.

In other news, it took this long, but now I can officially say, yes, there was no second rebellion. As for more of the history, just wait and find out what happened all those years back as I might put them in here. Or maybe they were lost to history, just wait and see.

In other news, my brother read this because he was bored, and since I told him what I wanted to accomplish, he said that this was alright, but since I wanted to different kind of Hunter Games that contained *minor spoiler* *minor spoiler* and *bigger spoiler*, I was doing two thirds of my job.

I told him that the third thing was going to happen later due to character development and story progress.

He also said that it wasn't dark enough and didn't have enough angst. My response: 'Your right."

What do you guys think? Make it darker and whatever or not?

Speaking of which, how dark do you think this whole thing is, because it's only going to get worse as it goes on.