District Eleven's Adrian Colton's POV

We've burnt down the cornucopia, we've crippled the remaining careers, mainly Victory, as best we could, and we stitched Jen up the best we could. But it still didn't make me feel any safer, only a little better.

Victory was still out there, and we were more then likely bound to run into her eventually. She managed to grab equipment before we set fire to the rest of the items, but if she needed to come back for more, or if some other tribute managed to get brave enough to go there, they'd find nothing but a rusted horn and a smoking pile of ash and burnt metal. I just wished we burned the equipment before Victory managed to get her hands on some of it.

The dead bodies of Willow, Jamie, Colton, Malik, and Trim, were still rotting in the bloodbath field. We didn't douse and burn them because I knew that their families would want their bodies back as they were and not as ash. Though Trim and Willow's bodies weren't in the best of states as bits of them were scattered everywhere back at the cornucopia, not exactly what their parents would want to see before they bury their loved one.

I continued to sip at, what was left of, the bottle of Old Jack whiskey as we walked down the hallways, looking for a medical center of any kind.

I was kind of surprised that the cornucopia didn't contain anything for healing, just things for destruction. I guess the gamemakers, or should I say, gamemaker, wanted this game to be done as early as possible. Doesn't surprise me, because once the Capitol finds out what he's done, they'll be taking immediate action against him.

In the meantime, I just hope that someone, or something, kills Victory before we see her. If we ever see her alive again, it'd be too soon.

"See anything yet?" I asked Tanner, feeling the familiar warmth of alcohol flow down my chest and to my stomach.

"Nothing yet." Tanner answered, carrying Jen on his back.

I had to wonder when Jen was going to wake up. She had been unconscious for a while, and carrying her around was going to slow us down. She was also still alive, so we couldn't leave her behind. She was one of the good ones, like Dylan was. If she had been like Victory, a hard ass, bitter, angry person that hit us for whatever reason, I'd of said 'leave her behind'.

Jen was one of the good ones, so I didn't want her to die. But at the same time, I knew that both she, and Tanner, were going to have to die in order for me to go back home, as bad as home was going to be without some of my friends there.

I took a pull of the remaining Old Jack to drown out those feelings. Home, and death, wasn't something that I wanted to think about right now. Tanner and Jen were my allies, and until such a time comes, I will continue to treat them as allies, not enemies.

I turned to Tanner, the ugly, crude, guy that I had somehow developed feelings for, and offered some of the whiskey. He refused. Well, that just left more for me, which was good. I liked this Capitol brand alcohol, it was strong, yet smooth, much better then the homemade stuff back home.

It seemed like only hours ago when Jeana, who Tanner reminded me of so much, was dumping that stuff all over me. Reaping day, the day so many of our lives changed. Once a year, at least twenty four lives would be changed forever. This year, everyone's lives had changed.

Thinking of change, it was stupid to even think of any kind of romance in the arena, but I couldn't help it. Jeana. Tanner, they were so much like each other, except for that one big difference where Tanner was a guy and Jeana was a girl. And that Tanner was uglier then Jeana. And that I knew Jeana better and understood her more, and Jeana was more tame, but that was because I had known Jeana longer, and better.

"So Tanner," I said to him. "Do you like anyone?"

"I like you." Tanner answered, which made me feel good. I couldn't help but smile at that. "And Jen," I then knew that he didn't get exactly what I said. "And I liked Dylan, and Jeremiah. Until Dylan attacked Jen, betraying us because he thought that Victory had murdered Jeremiah. Even if it's more then likely the bitch killed him."

What the? You think that she actually did it?

"Then why didn't you speak up when Dylan was saying all that stuff we all thought was false?" I asked, wondering if his words could of saved a life, and all the trouble we were going through. Dylan might still be alive if he had just spoken up.

"You really think I wanted to end up dead?" He spat out, like I was an idiot. "If I went along with Dylan, as much of a damn good guy he was, it wouldn't of been only him being attacked by Victory if I defended him."

"We wouldn't be in this mess if you just spoke up." I told him.

"God damn it, your right," He bitterly told me. "Because we all might be dead. A bloodbath on its own. Dylan verses Jen, you, and me, verses Victory. What do you think would of happened, dumb ass."

I hated to admit it, but he had a point. What would of happened to the career alliance if he had spoken up. Tanner, was smarter then I thought, either that or he was just better at reading situations then I thought. Or maybe it was both? It surprised me, that speech had came from someone that was aggressive, and didn't seem to think before he acted.

Silence occurred for several seconds before I spoke again.

"Anyway, what I meant was, before we started talking about us ending up all dead at the cornucopia, was if you liked someone. Someone you liked more then a friend?"

"Truthfully, I think that my friends back home are more of my family then friends."

That's not what I was thinking either. Darn it Tanner, why did you have to have such a thick skull? Figuratively and literally.

"No." I said, wanting to get my point to him. "What I mean is-"

The bottle in my hand shattered into pieces before they musically dropped to the floor.

With great surprise, I looked forwards, and saw the brown haired girl that I had talked to during the interviews. Daria. She was holding a bow and was reaching back for an arrow. Damn, we had walked ourselves into a fight that we couldn't run away from. She had a ranged weapon, so running was useless, even if she didn't have perfect aim.

There was only one thing we could do. And as her red haired district partner appeared from around the corner, I hated fate even more. It was such a pain in the ass sometimes.

"Get them!" I shouted as I dropped the useless, tiny bottle neck and pulled my shovel out from my back strap. "Drop her and let's attack!"

I charged at Daria with my shovel, hoping to attack her before she got another arrow notched onto the string. But she was faster then I thought, and when I came within a few feet of her, she was pointing an arrow right at my face. Not only that, but she wasn't as scared as I thought she'd be.

She looked at me with cool, almost cold, and controlled eyes as she aimed the arrow at my face. The look that she had on her face scared me, it was like looking at someone who was willing to murder without any kind of remorse.

Out of reflex, I blocked the incoming object with my right arm before a wave of pain exploded in that area. I cried out in pain as I shoulder bashed Daria at full speed, causing me to fall down with her, but at least I was the one on top of her.

I lifted my upper body up to face and raised my arms up to bash the end of the shovel pole into her face, but felt something kick me in the chest, causing me to fly off Daria as air rushed out of my body.

"Don't hurt her!" Her ally shouted.

"And you don't hurt him!" I heard Tanner shout.

District Ten's Tanner Hart's POV

As soon as the red haired guy attacked Adrian, I knew what I had to do. We were under attack, just like when Dylan had gotten into a fight with me, Jen, Adrian, and Victory. He was planning on killing us, just like Dylan.

So I attacked him by smashing an elbow into his face, causing him to stagger back and hold his now bleeding nose. I followed up my attack with a kick to the chest, sending him back another couple of steps, before I grabbed out my railroad spike and thrust it at his face.

The large nail sunk into his flesh as I felt the resistance of skin and bone in his hands as the red head screamed out in pain. I continued to push down on my weapon to get the weapon's point to pierce his head. It wasn't too hard as well, he didn't seem to be fighting back. The hard part was getting it through the bone as it didn't want to give way.

That is, until he grabbed my hand and pushed my hand away from him.

He was as strong as he looked, and he managed to rip the railway spike out of his hand before I saw him throw a fist at me. I moved my head out of the way, but he still managed to hit me on the side of the head, causing me to lose my balance a little as I felt myself wanting to fall to the ground. I fought that feeling as I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled. I steadied myself as I threw another elbow at his head, making contact with the side of his face.

All that attack did was seem to piss him off as I felt a strong blow to my ribs. The air inside me rushed out of my mouth before I felt another blow to the ribs on the opposite side, causing me to realise air from my mouth again. I then felt a third, followed by a fourth, followed by a fifth punch to the stomach, causing me to nearly gag on nothing.

I then slammed my body onto his body, hoping to tip him over, but all I did was get closer to him. He returned the favour by pushing forwards, causing me to stumble backwards before I felt my back get slammed against the wall. I tried to push back, but he was just too strong.

Then half my world went dark as I felt his fingers grab my face before I felt him pull my head forwards, then suddenly backwards, causing the back of my head to painfully slam on the wall. I felt him ready another attack, to which I then bit down on his hand. He cried out in pain as he slammed my head back into the wall, only causing me to dig my teeth deeper into his hand.

He pulled the hand away from my face, leaving a piece of flesh in metallic sauce in my mouth. I spat the piece of flesh at his face before I slammed a fist into his face, only to hear and feel a painful crack occur in my left wrist.

I felt myself cry out in pain as I swore in my mind.

Stupid mother fucking hand! Why can't you not break when I use you to hit something?

I should of learned how to throw a proper punch back in the Capitol.

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

Zeal managed to get that guy off of me, and I wasn't going to let him jump back on me again.

As soon as the District Eleven boy got off of me, I got to my feet and slammed the bow onto his body. The bow was light, but it still did some damage, especially when the point of the bow hit him in the side, just below the ribs.

The tan skinned boy gasped in pain as I continued to stab him with the point of the bow. Hitting the same spot over, and over, again, causing him to continue to exhale air and groan.

He tried to get up, but then I kicked him in the face, causing him to fall back down on his back.

It was then that I placed a foot down on his throat and pressed down, cutting off his supply of air while I pulled another arrow out of my quiver. I then notched the arrow and pointed it right at his face, right between the eyes. There was going to be no playing around, he was going to die now.

But then I felt him grab my ankle and the top of my thigh before I felt myself falling backwards. I felt my arms falling back as I realised the arrow, only for it to miss his head by less then an inch. The arrow managed to slice his ear in two though, so it wasn't a complete miss. The next thing I knew, I was on the ground, again.

I then saw the District Eleven boy start to crawl towards me. I let out a left handed punch and hit him across the face, but that didn't seem to stop me much, only slow him down a little before he grabbed my right wrist and started to try and pull my weapon from my hand.

I wasn't going to let him get my bow, so I fought him, grabbing my bow with both hands and struggled for it as he pulled as well.

District Ten's Tanner Hart's POV

The District Twelve guy seem to sense that I was now at a disadvantage, so he let out a barrage of punches and all I could do was block the blows. Each blow that hit my arms hurt, and there wasn't anything I could do about it. If I let my defence down, I'd get pummelled to death. But I was also a sitting duck like this, and he was bound to get past my arms, it was just a matter of time when that happened.

Looking at those two choices, I did the first thing that came to my mind. I charged at him with my hands still up.

I ran towards him and tackled him, only to feel him take a couple steps back before he started to push against me as well.

Well... This was unexpected, normally the people I fought would of fallen down by now.

I pushed, but he pushed as well, and I hated to admit it, but he was stronger then I was, and he was the one pushing me back, not the other way around.

Well, if there was one thing that I learned from fighting other kids, it was that if someone was bigger, stronger, or better at fighting then I was, and this guy was at least two of those things, it was to use whatever you could use against them. In other words, fight dirty.

I then kicked the guy in the crotch area, before he let out a howl and fell to his knees. I then grabbed the top of his hair with my non-broken hand and proceeded to attack him with my kneecap.

I slammed him in the face. Twice. Three times. Fo-

He grabbed me behind the knee and pulled, causing me to lose my balance before I fell on my back.

I was still holding his hair, but he was slamming powerful fists on my chest, causing a rush of air to escape my lungs as they felt earthquakes rock them.

I let go of his hair before I kicked him in the face, again, before I reached back and unslung my backpack, lifted it up, and slammed it on the top of my enemy's head with all my might, causing him to face plant due to the weight of the backpack.

I didn't have time to unzip the backpack, so I just continued to slam the backpack full of blunt, improvised weapons, on the boy's head.

District Eleven's Adrian Colton's POV

I was wrestling Daria for the bow, but she wasn't letting up, even though I was obviously stronger then her. She just wouldn't give up her weapon, but I was winning, Daria wasn't going to be using that bow anytime soon, nor was it getting out of my grasp.

The bow came closer and closer to me, and I was about to rip it from Daria's grasp and kick her away from me, but then Daria unexpectedly charged forwards and slammed her head into my jaw. I felt a warm, burning feeling in my lower jaw as I felt a couple of things inside come loose as it scraped the roof of my mouth.

I then felt something slam against my stomach before I felt something bite into my arm. I looked to where that pain was coming from, only to see that Daria was biting me!

I shouted in pain before I let go of the bow to stop her from biting me, and she did stop biting me, but by doing so, she ripped out a piece of my arm. Wildfire ignited in my arm as I cried out in agony and Daria spat out my bloody flesh.

I slammed a fist across her face, before I grabbed her bow once again, to stop her from shooting me, as I reached back for my shovel, which I had dropped when I had pushed Daria to the ground.

I pulled with my left hand, and I reached with my right.

I saw that Daria was having trouble just fighting against one of my arms, so I turned my attention to my shovel, which was only a few inches away from my hand. I pulled on the bow harder, and harder, slowly getting my finger within reach other the weapon, until I finally managed to touch the weapon.

Daria was still having trouble with her weapon, but she had lost strength, causing me to over reach the shovel handle, but I got within reach of it, and that was what counted.

I grabbed the shovel handle, adjusted it to a comfortable grip, and swung it towards Daria, only to see her duck underneath my weapon as I saw a flash of silver appear right before I saw a small knife go drive itself into my neck, Daria was the knife's owner.

I felt the metal cut through my flesh and red hot pain occurred in my throat.

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

As the tanned boy was pulling for my weapon, I remembered that I had another weapon with me, a small, but still lethal, knife. I couldn't believe that I had forgotten about it, again, but I felt joy as I remembered my almost forgotten weapon.

I let go of my bow, causing the District Eleven boy to fall backwards, as I reached for my second weapon.

I felt it in my pocket, and pulled it out before grabbing the blade with my teeth and flicking it out.

An instant after I had the blade out of the handle, I saw a shovel swing at my head. I ducked, and the shovel sailed over my head before I leaped at my enemy and stabbed him in the throat with the tiny knife.

His eyes screamed in shock as his mouth hung open. But he continued to move, so I knew that I had to finish him for good.

I pulled out the bloody knife before I stabbed him over and over again. Each time the knife went into his throat, a little more flesh, and a little more blood, flew out of the bloody hole I was creating.

The hole grew bigger and bigger, and soon it became a pool of red that ran down his neck. But I continued to stab him again and again. I didn't want to take any chances with him, I wanted him dead, for good.

So I stabbed him in the neck some more. All the while, his eyes were looking deader by the second.

District Ten's Tanner Hart's POV

I continued to slam the backpack of items on his head, but it only lasted until he grabbed the backpack and pulled it away from me, causing me to fall to the ground. Unfortunately, I had let go of the backpack. I then saw the District Twelve guy toss the backpack away.

I didn't try to chase it, instead, I reached for my fallen railroad spike, which I managed to grab before I felt something grab my weapon, pull it from my grasp, and throw it away as well.

It was then that colourful swirls and sparkles appeared in my vision.

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

Darkness.

That was all there was. Darkness.

It filled my vision, it filled my thoughts, and it filled my feelings. I felt, and thought, and saw, nothing. And it was strange, because all my life, I had always felt something, even if I thought I wasn't feeling anything. But this feeling was much less then a simple nothing, it was emptiness.

I felt...Hollow.

Where was I? Was I...Dead?

No, I wasn't dead. There were sounds coming from somewhere in front of me. What was it?

It was then that I remembered the fight that had just occurred. Dylan had slit my throat, and then there was Adrian who was running towards Dylan, and Tanner was there pressing down on my throat telling me not to die while still calling me a bitch.

I couldn't help but laugh. Tanner, even though I was in danger, still managed to call me something nasty. Though, I'm pretty sure he could of called me much, much worse things then a simple bitch.

The fight. Was the fight still happening? From the sounds of grunts and cries and struggling, I'd say so.

Dylan...Dylan was going insane by his paranoia, and it wasn't going to end well for anyone of us. Adrian and Tanner, as strong as they were, didn't stand a chance against Dylan. But Victory was with them, would she be able to put Dylan in his place? Or would she be the first to fall. After all, she was Dylan's primary target.

The fighting was still going, and I had to help Adrian, and Tanner, and Victory deal with Dylan. I just hoped that they were still alive.

I opened my eyes, but the blindingly bright light caused me to close them just as fast as I had opened them.

Damn, when had the lights gotten on? Though I guess it didn't matter. We were now fighting in the light, which would make it easier to fight then in the dim emergency lights, that I was glad for.

I opened my eyes, slowly this time, and let my eyes adjust to the light. I didn't like that I had to wait, people were depending on me, and I could let them down by being a second too late.

At first, all I could see where blurs, silhouettes of moving objects in front of me. But then as they cleared, I could see that the figures were of Tanner, Adrian, and the two District Twelve tributes. Tanner and Adrian were fighting one each.

When had they gotten here? And why were they fighting in the hallway? Did they try to attack us when we got into a fight with Dylan? Was Dylan dead? And where was Victory? Was she dead as well?

Damn. Victory was a great fighter, she was moody, but she was a great fighter, someone that you'd need to ally yourself with to get far in the games.

What had happened while I was knocked out? Damn, this was confusing.

I tried to think of what could of happened, when I saw Adrian get stabbed in the throat.

In shock, I watched as Daria didn't just stab him once, or twice, or even five times, but she continued to stab him repeatedly, over, and over, and over again. She had stabbed him so many times that her face and chest area was splattered with blood.

I felt anger as I watched Daria completely massacre Adrian. It made my throat pulse with pain and warmth, but I ignored it as I got up as quickly as I could as I grabbed a knife hanging at the back of my belt.

I got to my feet, but instantly felt dizzy. I stumbled around like a drunk before I fell to my hands and knees and felt like going to sleep again. But I didn't, I fought through that feeling and slowly got up to my feet.

When I got to my feet, I felt a little bit better, but still a little dizzy. But I was a career from District One, I wasn't going to let something as simple as dizziness stop me from doing what I needed to do.

I flipped my knife to the sharp point, gripped it between my thumb and index finger, and threw it as hard as I could at Daria before I ran towards her in my slightly dazed state.

I couldn't see perfectly, but my sight was good enough to see that my homemade knife hand sunk into the side of her neck.

Daria screamed out in pain before she, finally, stopped stabbing Adrian in the neck, who's head was almost decapitated, and pulled my knife out of her neck, allowing a thick spray of blood start to pump out of her neck.

Daria took one look at me before her eyes went wide. As soon as she saw me, I had already on my hands doing a cartwheel. With my legs up in the air and around Daria, I clamped my thighs around Daria's chest while hooking my ankles together, and squeezed with all my might without losing momentum.

As I readied my body to finish her off, all I could think of was that she deserved what was coming to her.

Then, with all the power I had in my legs and hands and all that time I had practiced acrobatics, I slammed my body into the ground, taking Adrian's killer with me. Her head smashed onto the ground with a loud, wet crack, telling me that her neck had been snapped and some of her vertebrae had popped out of her neck.

I felt her body go limp before it started to fall to the ground on it's own.

With a thud, I didn't even need to turn around to know the facts.

Daria. Was dead.

But, unfortunately, so was Adrian.

District Ten's Tanner Hart's POV

I tried to get him off of me, but he had his knees on my chest, and he was heavy. It hurt to even breathe as he put his weight on my and pounded my head with his fists.

I blocked with my crippled hand and tried to fend him off with that hand as I tried to find another that could help me. A clump of dirt, a pile of dust, a rusty nail, anything that could help me get this brute off of me.

Then I felt something touch my fingers. I grew desperate to grab that weapon as I was getting hit painfully time and time again, and I didn't want to get hit anymore.

I felt the object touch the tips of my fingers, but I couldn't get close enough to effectively grab it, or pull it towards me, all I could do was brush my fingers against it. I needed to get this guy off of me, even for an instant.

I knew that I couldn't punch him, so I did something else, I threw out my uncrippled hand and clawed his face with my nails. I hoped that they were effective enough, because the damn prep-team had smoothed out my nails and made them short.

It seemed to do the trick. As I raked my hand down his face, he cried out, stopped punching me, and a bit of his weight shifted off of me.

I wasted no time in grabbing it before I slammed the object against the District Twelve male's head.

The first one didn't get him off me, so I slammed it into his head again, and again, and again, and again, until he finally got off of me.

He rolled off of me, so I rolled on top of him, giving him no time to escape. And even though I couldn't see clearly, I could guess where his head was from the position I was in.

I attacked with the object in my hand, smashing it into his head over, and over, and over again. Half was because I was angry at him, the other half was because it was a fight to the death.

I didn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I just kept on attacking him until I felt the weapon in my hand shatter into a hundred pieces.

By then, I was too tired to do anything else.

I breathed in and out heavily, trying to calm myself down.

It wasn't until my vision started to clear that I saw what I had done to my opponent. When my vision cleared, I saw a horrible sight. The District Twelve male, was no longer looked like a person. He didn't have a head, I had destroyed his face, his skull, and everything above the neck.

Pieces of chunky, wet, red meat were lying on top of a thin layer of red. It looked like someone had spilled red soup with raw meat in it. I saw bits of white skull scattered everywhere, and on top of that multi-coloured cubes were scattered everywhere. Some of the tiny pieces were covered with blood. Blue, green, yellow, orange, and other colours, all mixed in with the same colour. Red.

Looking at the head and seeing that it resembled mush instead of a head, I couldn't take it.

I felt myself vomit up a thick, acidic liquid that mixed in with the blood and gore.

I had seen animals slaughtered. I had slaughtered the animals. But I had never killed a person before. And even though he was trying to kill us as well, I couldn't help but feel disgusted at myself. Because he was a person who was just like me. A person just trying to get through this game.

I felt a hand softly touch my left shoulder. I looked over to see the light skin of Jen. She was alive, and that was a good thing. I should feel happy, and I did, but I couldn't feel the full extent of it. I was still too sick with myself to feel happiness.

I looked at Jen, and saw that her bandage, all covered in red, wasn't bleeding out red anymore. That was good, the stitching had help.

I looked higher, and saw that she wasn't injured, but her eyes were still sad.

I didn't need to look over to know that Adrian was dead.

I felt myself chocking on something invisible in my throat before I felt tears start to escape my eyes.

I didn't want to see even more like a bitch in front of Jen, who was younger, and taking it better then I was. She wasn't crying like a bitch like I was, but when Jen knelled down and pulled me in for a sideways hug, I couldn't help but think of everyone that I had lost, and how lost I was right now. "Fuck." I cried.

This game, was tearing us apart.

A/N: Sorry that this wasn't the most bloody of fights, but, some fights don't turn out that graphic, and I felt as if this was one of them. Not my greatest fight scene either. Sorry.

MidnightRaven323: As one of the only people who seems to still be reading this fic, I hope that you'll continue to read this after...You know...His death.