District Three's Kendrick Reeves's POV

I had found it. I had found a small package with the first aid symbol on it, and what's more, it contained the Capitol seal as well. Whatever was in that package was hopefully better then the basic first aid kits that we in the districts were used to.

Wondering around and looking into rooms had been worth it. With the kit, I figured that I could grab it before running back to Caia before she died of blood loss. I felt really happy knowing that the plan had gone along really smoothly. Caia's eye was no longer going to be a problem.

She had seemed worried that I wouldn't be returning to her. Boy was she wrong about that. I was going to return to her with a med kit that would make anything better. I couldn't of asked for more.

But that wasn't the case right now, because I was now hobbling slowly through the halls holding in my intestines, along with, perhaps, my left kidney, inside me. They threatened to spill out of my body because of what that District One girl, Jenriko Florence, had done to me.

I had just exited the room that I had found the kit in when I heard her shout at me. Out of my way! I think she shouted that at me first. I didn't know that it was her at first, but when I turned to face her, I saw that it was her. The tiny blond haired girl from District One was sprinting right at me like she was a woman on a mission. And even though I was right in front of her, she didn't look like she had any intention of slowing down. She looked like she wanted to plough right through me.

I thought of that as a good thing. She didn't look like she wanted to slow down, and I could use that to my advantage. Hit her while she was running, making my blow seem even more powerful due to her running straight into me. And not only that, but people that ran had less control over themselves, they couldn't maneuver as well, meaning that she wouldn't be able to dodge my attack like she would of if she was just standing still. At best she could block it, but more likely she'd try to dodge it before losing her footing. At second best, my attack would somehow miss, but she'd run right into me, and with her tiny frame, it wouldn't do much to me. It'd hurt her a lot more then it would hurt me. Every situation I saw I saw myself winning. There was nothing to worry about.

She shouted at me to move, but I didn't move. I wasn't going to move. If I took her out, she'd be one less threat in the arena, meaning that Caia and I would have to face down one less person, and we'd be out of the arena that much quicker.

Caia was smart, but she made us avoid fights like the plague. If we just tried to avoid every fight that came our way, then who knows how much longer we'll be in this damn arena.

I wanted to go home, and I know that Caia wanted to as well, but we weren't getting home any faster if we just did nothing but wander the empty halls of the arena, searching for whatever and avoid every confrontation we ran across. I don't know what goes through Caia's mind when it comes to fighting, but I know that she was scared of them.

I wasn't scared of them. If anything, the fight with Selene and Caritta would of gone along fine if Caia had let us go at them. After all, without the danger of Tanner and Adrian, that group of girls were easy pickings. Selene may of been a career, but take out Caritta, and she'd be helpless. Didn't Caia see that Selene could barley move?

Sure there was the fight between the two of us and the District Twelve alliance, but that was because I had severely underestimated Zeal. He was strong looking, but he had shown not an ounce of being a threat the whole time he was in the Capitol. Up until that point, he was just a retard that had volunteered, who just happened to be strong.

I didn't think that he would be such a threat. It wasn't until he started to bash my head into the wall when I found out just how much of a threat he really was. And as bad as it sounds, I lost, leaving Caia to defend both herself and me.

It had happened because I had under estimated Zeal. But that wouldn't happen with Jenriko, because I knew that she was a career, and a good one at that. I wasn't going to let my guard down, and I wasn't going to go easy on her.

She needed to die.

I was going to fight her, and I was going to kill her, because her death meant I'd bring myself and Caia that much closer to victory. That much closer to freedom from this arena. That much closer to home.

I watched her rapidly get closer and closer to me, and I closed my right hand into a fist, ready to strike her in the face when she got close enough.

That's it, come closer.

Closer. Closer. Closer.

Now!

She got within range before I threw my fist at her face, only to see her swiftly duck under it. I had expected her to do that, so I wasn't too worried. But then something unexpected happened, I felt sharp pain ripple across my stomach before that pain stretched to my left side.

I shouted out in pain as Jenriko ran past me, nearly spilling my guts in the process. And what's worse, she ran off without finishing me off, like I wasn't even worth the effort to kill. That made me feel pretty darn bad. I wasn't worth her time, it made me feel pathetic. Like all my training, all the time I spend getting ready for the games, was just a waste of time.

Now on my weak walk back to Caia, I felt weak, and disappointed in myself for not being a better me. A little girl had beaten me so easily. That wasn't right.

It made me feel small. Smaller then I had felt in a long time.

But as I walked back to Caia, I kept on squeezing the med pack, remembering that I wasn't the only one struggling, and that this all hadn't been in vain. I got what I needed, and that was all that mattered at the moment. This med pack wasn't going to go to waste.

Holding in my intestines was a gross feeling. It was like holding onto something slimy that wanted to slide right through my hands, kind of like slightly solidified oil. That made it hard to keep my insides inside. But I had a tight grip on my wounds, and they weren't going to slide out anytime soon, I'd make sure of that.

I may of gotten slashed, but it was a flesh wound compared to Caia losing an eye. I could wrap up my stomach with a thick wad of rollup bandages, or another part of ripped up clothes, but I couldn't replace an eye. All I could do was make it bleed slower, or hopefully, stop it from bleeding all together.

I just hoped that Caia hadn't bleed out yet. Or fell asleep. Or someone found her. But I doubted it, Caia was strong willed, she showed that by staying by my side when the mutts came. She didn't run away, and she defended me, something that I thought that she wouldn't do. Because she was a thinker, not a fighter. And even though she got injured, she continued to stay by me, and that allowed me to live.

Now I was going to return the favour. I got injured, but I got injured to save her. It was worth it.

I rounded another corner, and was getting ever so closer to the kitchen where I had left Caia when I heard something dreadful. I heard someone crying. A girl crying. A girl that sounded like Caia.

At once my mind went racing, thinking of the worst possible thing that could of happened. Caia had been attacked. This was not good.

The crying came from a different direction from the cafeteria, so I knew that Caia had to of ran away from that location. And she was crying which either meant that she was attacked, or she was just in that much pain from running and had opened up her wounds. I didn't like either of those thoughts, but at least she was alive.

I hobbled towards the sound as fast as I could, following the crying of my ally, who was crying deep, loud sobs that sounded more like what a six year old would of used instead of an older teenager. But then again, we were in a really, really scary situation, and Caia was injured and more then likely in agony, so I guess I couldn't blame her for crying.

The crying got louder, more intense, sadder sounding. The more I got closer the more I got worried. What if she had gotten even more injured? What if the person that had attacked her was still with her, doing things to her? What if she was nearly dead, and that's why she was crying so loudly?

The last time I had talked to her, she said that she didn't want to be found, but now she was crying audibly enough that anyone that was listening could just follow her sobs and find her. Her attack could find her just as easily as I was finding her. Just follow the sounds of a crying girl and you'd find your target.

I quickened the pace. I had to get to her before the one that attacked her did. I didn't want them to finish her off. If I wasn't going home, then Caia needed to be the one that went home. I didn't want to see it any other way.

As I got closer and closer to the crying Caia, I got more and more scared and disturbed. It was scary to hear someone crying like a child, and the setting that I was in didn't help. The dim red lights, the room in near darkness, the empty halls. It made it feel like this place was haunted. And there were words on the wall, words that looked like they had been written with blood and had been drying for decades.

Some of those written sayings on the wall were: Play to win. Life or death. Only me. Save me. I'm sorry.

I had seen others. Ones that were longer, but those were always the most disturbing to me for some reason.

Play to win. It was talking about the arena. You play to win, meaning that you weren't playing for second place, you wanted first place, no matter the cost.

Life or death. You either lived or you died.

Only me. They only cared about themselves. They only wanted them to get out and return home.

Save me. They wanted to be saved. They wanted to go home.

I'm sorry. The things that they were sorry for I wouldn't know, but whatever they were sorry for would probably never get forgiven.

Most of those people had probably lost all hope. Whoever wrote save me, and I'm sorry, and other sayings like those, had probably wanted to die. They probably felt the void of depression fall upon them. They felt as if they had nothing to live for.

I felt sorry for them. I really did.

And with Caia's crying, those words, these empty halls, and this haunting feeling, it wasn't a pleasant scene to say the least. But I pushed my fear down and continued on. I had something to live for, and I wasn't going to let something as simple as fear get in my way. Not when I'm so close. When we're so close.

The followed the sobs until I saw a faint silhouette of someone on their knees, back hunched and turned towards me, hands on their face, crying. Caia.

"Caia!" I shouted, walking towards her as quickly as I could.

Caia's sobs seemed to stop for a second before her back seemed to arch up straight. She started to sniffle instead of cry, and Occasionally give out a quick burst of sobs. She sounded like an injured and scared little girl that was in a lot of pain. I pained my heart.

It had been a bad idea to leave her alone, but it had to be done. But thank god she was still alive. This med kit would make sure that I would never leave her again. "Caia!" I shouted as I continued to get closer to her. "What happened? Are you all right?"

"Gehn. Hhichk?" She asked.

She was in so much pain that she couldn't even say my name. Damn. Who had done this to her?

"Yeah." I told her as I got closer to her, my eyes picking up on pieces of her body, I recognized her dark hair that only slightly contrasted in the darkness. "Everything's all right now." I told her as I got within a few feet of her. "I got a med-"

I saw Caia quickly turn around and feel a stabbing pain in my left shoulder before it turned into a burning wildfire that spread from the top of my shoulder to the bottom of my armpit. Hot liquid seeped out of the open wound.

I couldn't help but shout out in pain before I felt myself get hit in the stomach, forcing me back as it felt as if I had just got punched on the inside of my stomach. My right hand almost slipped from my gut, almost freeing my guts.

I then felt a sharp pain erupt from my right side before I crashed into the wall.

I then felt something grab my left hand before it got slammed into a wall. I tried to fight off the person, but I only managed to force back their arms a bit before I felt a wave of pain explode in my left palm.

I shouted in agony as I looked at my hand, only to discover that there was a homemade knife stuck in the center of my palm. I turned back to my attacker, and felt the fake Caia grab my right arm and force it away from my stomach.

I struggled against the fake Caia, but the amount of blood I had lost must of made me weak, because my attacker was overpowering me. I lifted my foot up to kick her, but it forced my body to move my left hand, sending multiple shocks of pain to course through my arm, and my body.

It was then that I felt my right hand get slammed on the wall before I felt it another explosion of pain occur. I couldn't help but howl in pain. Both my hands were now on fire.

I then felt something sharp and hard smash into my left knee as torrents of pain exploded in that location. I shouted in even more pain as I forced myself to open my eyes and look at what was happening to me.

I looked down, and saw that in my left kneecap, was a cleaver that was about a fourth of the way through my entire joint. Thin streams of thick blood ran down my limb. My attacker ripped the weapon out of my joint, and a shock of pain washed through my body.

I looked up towards my attacker and saw a frightening sight.

A naked, athletic body that was covered in grotesque burns that was more dark brown then red in most areas. Some of those same burns were beginning to blister and looked like they had a dry, rough, leathery texture that had been crinkled a thousands times over. Some of the burns were also charred black, especially her face, which also had horrific damage done to it. The left side of her face was the same as her body, almost completely burned with dark brown, almost black, burn marks and burn blisters. Her left eye was swollen, no, cauterized, shut. Her cauterized eye almost blended in with her burnt flesh, like an eye was almost never there.

Her right sided eye only fairing slightly better due to her eye being extremely bloodshot and caked over with dry, black, brown, and red burns. Her dark hair was messy, burnt unevenly with some still being their full length while some of them were burnt to a brown and flaking scalp with the majority of it being burnt in-between the two extremes. The one thing that those burns had in common were that of the ninety five, or maybe even ninety eight, percent of body that had been burned, the majority of those burns were peeling back, showing dark red, unbleeding open wounds.

Her lips were puffed out with a mixture of black and dark brown. Her ears almost looked like they were fused with the side of her head. I looked down at her hands, and some of the fingers looked like they were bent the wrong way. Fingernails looked like they grew under the flesh and were slicing their way out.

And if that wasn't enough, there seemed to be countless scars that scaled across her body, especially her left side, where I could still see pieces of metal sticking out of her flesh like miniature spikes. Some of those spikes were as long as my middle finger, and not much wider.

Whoever this was looked like a monster straight out of hell. And to top off the creepy level of horrors, the creature was smiling.

I watched the creature as she lifted her cleaver up and smashed it down on my kneecap again, causing the blade to slice even deeper into my flesh as another wave of pain exploded in my kneecap.

I tried to move away, but every time I moved my hands would feel the agonizing pain of metal scrapping on bones.

She did that once more, before my kneecap was beginning to open up like an open mouth that drooled thick crimson liquid. Another agonizing chop and it was holding on to my leg by a thread. With only that little holding my kneecap on, my tormenter ripped it off with her free, demonic hand.

I felt the flesh rip off as it stretched for a couple seconds before it started to tear, freeing my bone from my knee. I couldn't help but squirm in pain as I felt metal grind against multiple bones in my hands. At the same time, I felt something sliding out of my stomach before a wet splat occurred below. I looked down and saw a thick, slimy, red and disfigured noodle spill out of my gut.

Suddenly, all my fear, the sight of seeing this demon, the sight of my own intestine falling out of me, it all collided with my brain all at once, and I started to feel sick.

I felt something from my stomach work its way up to my throat. I tried to stop it, but it continued to flow its course until I spilled it's contents out from my mouth.

Oh God! What was happening to me? And why did this demon have to take so much pleasure in seeing me in so much pain?

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

Who knew that someone was going to show up so quickly? I sure didn't. I thought that I'd have to wait another good five minutes, or maybe even longer, before someone showed up.

And this was even better then I thought. There were still some goody two shoes out there, and this idiot was one of them. I hadn't expected that, I had thought that someone was just going to take advantage of me crying, having my back turned maybe, and me appearing to be weak. With all three of those weakness traits, I thought someone was going to sneak up on me and try to stab me in the back. I was going to use that to my advantage and surprise them by not being an easy target. But this guy thought that I was someone else, and was a stupid person at that.

Did he honestly think that he would be able to help me? Or whoever this Caia girl was? He could barely help himself. His guts were being held in by only his own hand, and he was badly wounded at that.

Was this Caia person his ally? If so, why wasn't she with him? Was she too injured to even move? Or was she dead? Just some dead weight on his mind?

I guess it didn't matter, this guy, Caia's ally, was going to die because of his good guy nature. Just like how Tanner died trying to protect Jenriko. Didn't they know that good person don't survive? I guess they didn't, because they continued to be good people, even this far into the game. And in the game in general where it was survival of the fittest, and only the strongest, and the most willing, survive.

Tanner and this guy... I looked at him, and recognized him as the District Three male, Kendrick Reeves.

Oh, perfect, one of the threats we had on our list. With him gone, there's only Vida and Adrienne, and Jenriko left on the threat list. Assuming that Vida and Adrienne are still alive that is.

No matter. They'll be dead eventually. Just like how Jeremiah, Dylan, Jamie, Malik, Trim, Tanner, Caritta, and now, Kendrick, had died by my hands. Sure Kendrick wasn't dead now, but he'd be soon. After a little fun that is.

I threw away the kneecap I had ripped off and started to hack at the other kneecap. With each chop with my cleaver into flesh, I had to fight against bone, and it caused the big bad Kendrick of District Three to howl out in pain.

Seeing Kendrick, as big as he was, yelling out like a wild animal that howls to the moon, made me think of how pathetic he was. He didn't fight back, and didn't seem to have any fight left in him after just this attack.

Jeremiah had fought off an army of mutts before they had torn him in half, and Dylan at least had tried to fight me off until he couldn't fight no more. Same with Tanner, who I was actually surprised at. Those three had fought with honour. The looks in their eyes told me that if they could continue on fighting, they would of. The only thing that stopped them from fighting was that their bodies had gotten past their pain tolerance.

This kid though hardly put up a fight. Hell, if it were any of those three, they would of ripped their hands out of those knives and probably of attacked me with them. Wouldn't of done them any good though as I would of still kicked their asses.

I had been burned. My skin was peeling. I had lost an eye. I had been bashed in the face and body with my own fire extinguisher. I was far from my peak psychical condition. And yet, I had pinned down Kendrick without putting in much effort.

I couldn't believe that we had thought of him as a threat. He was pathetic. We had overestimated him.

I continued to chop at his right kneecap until I could extract the bone from his knee. When it had a wide open, and bloody, mouth, I gripped the upper jaw of the knee and pulled it from the body, hearing a sickeningly wet crunching like sound as I removed it. Kendrick yelled in pain.

I hated the way that he yelled. He didn't deserve to yell in pain. That was a privilege for warriors, not cry babies that dressed up like teenagers.

I tossed his second kneecap over my shoulder and spotted the med kit that he had been carrying. I picked it up and opened it up, looking at the interments that were inside. I found rollup bandages, needle nose pliers, a needle and thread, a little glass jar with white pills inside, medical tape, a thin rod, and a lighter.

I placed the kit down and picked up the needle nose pliers, stood up, and jabbed it into his mouth, getting the two sides of the device to clamp onto one of his front teeth. Kendrick seemed to sense what I was going to do, because he tried to turn his head away. It wouldn't help him though, I had a tight grip on the tooth and I wasn't going to let it slip.

Kendrick turned his head away, I pulled in the opposite direction. He started to moan, then scream as I pulled harder, and harder, until a loud crack occurred and I felt the tooth come free.

I loosened my grip on the pliers and let the tooth fall to the ground. I then placed the pliers back into his mouth before gripping onto another one of his front teeth, with the same result. He tried to squirm away, I pulled in the opposite direction until the crack and screaming occurred again.

When the second tooth had been forcefully extracted, dropped the pliers and tooth before I picked up the medical tape and started to wrap it around his face, while leaving a hole between his lips so that he could still open his mouth.

"Whthatth are yffhou dothing?" He asked with fear. I just smiled at him as I left the roll hanging on the side of his head, his head already partly wrapped with white tape.

I then crouched down and picked up my cleaver with my right hand, and grabbed his intestine with my left hand, and pulled on it like a string. Most of the red, slimy string got pulled out of his stomach, before it stopped coming out of him. Guess it was still attached to something in there. Lucky him.

I placed the intestine on the ground before I chopped off a large piece of it, sending red and yellow and near black substances to spill out of the noodle like gut.

When I had cut up a nice, large piece of intestine up, I placed my cleaver on the ground and picked the intestine up, careful to not spill too much of the liquids and solids that were inside.

Kendrick looked at it in pure horror and tried to turn his head away to prevent me from doing what I was going to do. I managed to force it into his mouth anyway. I forced his mouth to stay open long enough for me to get all of the lovely intestine inside before I clamped his mouth shut with my left hand. Kendrick looked like he was going to be sick.

Good. Let him be sick, that was the point of me stuffing in his intestine. If he didn't get sick from that, it wouldn't be as much fun. Though if he didn't get sick, the thought of his mind going crazy was enough to satisfy me.

I then started to roll the tape around his head again, this time though, I was covering his mouth as well, preventing him from spitting out the contents inside his mouth.

As I did that, Kendrick vomited in his mouth, and I could tell that he was trying to not vomit again, and he was trying to not swallow his own vomit and intestine. I noticed that he failed to keep his vomit down as I saw his cheeks puff out before orange and red vomit started to pour out of his nostrils.

I continued to wrap the tape around his mouth until it was thick enough that he couldn't bite through it immediately, and that he wouldn't be able to push it off without the support of his hands. When it was at that degree, I just left the roll hanging on the side of his head.

I left Kendrick like that while I focused on something else, my own pain.

My entire body was burning with pain. I felt as if I was still on fire. I felt as if thorn bushes had grown inside my veins and were constantly being pulled out of my hands and feet and mouth and left eye and ears and nose and everywhere in general. Long story short, my body was in excruciating pain.

I managed to put the flames out and pull out the worst of the shrapnel that had imbedded itself in my skin, but still, it hurt like hell. It was strange though, I wasn't in shock. Shouldn't I of gone into shock? Maybe I was too strong to go into shock.

I was surprised by that. Through all the pain, through feeling the fire consume my body, breathing in the flames, the patches of skin falling off my body like ruined roof shingles, and all the other physical damage that Calamity had done to me, I hadn't gone into shock. I wasn't lying on the ground or unconscious.

That was good, otherwise I'd of probably ended up dead by now. Some other tribute might of found me and killed me in my sleep.

I bent down and picked up the glass jar of pills, unscrewed the cap, and placed two of the pills on my palm before I popped them into my mouth and dry swallowed them. As hard as that was.

I almost chocked on the pills as they painfully slide down my throat. They burned the entire way down.

But within fifteen seconds, I knew that this was a strong kind of narcotic. A strong, Capitol made narcotic as it made my pain slowly dull over along with giving me a sense of calm. It was great.

I looked over at Kendrick with a new found pleasure and thought of what I was going to do with him. I looked at him and the medical equipment at my disposal. I couldn't help but smile. There was so much that I could do.

So many things that I could do to this helpless big baby, but sadly, only so little time. Damn. An't that a bitch.

I picked up the sewing needle, stood up, and with my free hand, forced Kendrick left eye open and jammed the needle into his eyelid in an angle that wouldn't allow him to close it. Forcing him to at least watch a little of what I was going to do to him, and there was nothing he could do about it, unless he wanted to show me that he wasn't a pussy. Though I doubted that he'd show that much courage at the moment.

I picked up my cleaver and chopped off four of Kendrick's left hand fingers along with about a fourth of his palm. He moaned in pain as his one thumbed hand started to twitch violently, causing him to moan even more.

I felt my smile grow wider. Drugs sure made his screams sound wonderful. The feelings that I was experiencing, the way I was seeing the blood flow out of his hand in a calm, new, exhilarating way was nothing but wonderful. It made me feel more pleasure in what I was doing. I liked it.

I then chopped at Kendrick's other hand, but missed a little, only chopping off half of his four fingers, but the screams he produced made up for my lack of aim.

This feeling. I loved it!

I then proceeded to slice off his ears, cut off his nose, cut off the eye lid of his right eye. The moaning of pain sent shivers of delight down my spine. The sight of crimson liquid streaking down his face gave me something to smile about.

I placed the edge of my cleaver on his right cheek before I slowly dragged it across his face. A thin red line followed behind my blade. I dragged it across his right cheek, through his right eyebrow, across his forehead, down his left eyebrow, down his left cheek, and then suddenly ripped it out, causing him to again, cry out in agony.

It wasn't as loud as before, and I sadly realized that I was running out of time. Oh man, just when I was getting into it, just when it was getting fun, it always had to end.

Sighing with disappointment, I decided to do my final move and finish him off.

I began to hack at his chest, listening to those delightful screams of his along with the sickening snaps of ribs being destroyed, until there was a large, vertical hole that looked like an entrance to a new, bloody world before I shoved my left hand into his chest and started to feel around inside.

I felt the squishy, slimy, moving organs that were inside his chest along with the solidness of his ribs as I rummaged around, looking for the one most important organ of them all. The one that was the beating life source of the one known as Kendrick Reeves.

He tried to wiggle his way out of it, but it was hopeless. He was like a worm that had been stabbed with two knives, he could squirm all he wanted, but he wouldn't be able to get out. He was too weak to do anything effective. Or better yet, he just didn't have the guts to fight back.

I rummaged around until I finally felt it. It was still beating, pumping life into his body. I grabbed the pulsing instrument of life before I ripped it out of his chest. Kendrick screamed in weakened pain as I looked at the pink and red and slightly purple heart that looked nothing like the heart symbol that people often used in pictures and drawings.

I watched with pure bliss as the wrinkled tubes attached to the still beating heart continued to pump blood out of it. The feeling of fresh blood wash over my hand was exhilarating. I looked up at Kendrick, to see that through his dying eyes, was the look of pure terror. He knew that he was dying, he just wanted everything to end. And there was something else behind those eyes. Regret.

He was probably regretting becoming allies with Caia. If he had just gone off alone, he wouldn't of tried to help me. But now, all he could probably think of was regret.

My heart goes out to you bro.

I gave him my best smile before I took a bite of his tough cardiac organ.

It was tough, leathery, and rubbery. When I managed to break through the tough outer layer, the juices inside exploded in my mouth, spreading warmth within my mouth. The heart tasted more like fresh blood and raw meat then anything else. It wasn't too special. And what's more, it kept on beating. I followed up with a second bite. I had to fight the organ to get a piece of it this time. Blood sprayed out from the area I had previously bitten in.

Kendrick's face was nothing but horror, and as he died, that's all that was left on his face. Pure horror, like he couldn't believe what was happening to him.

Well Kendrick, this was happening to you. You choose to come to me, and this is what you get for being such a good person.

I swallowed the two bites of heart before I tossed the now useless organ away. It landed on the floor with a hard, wet splat.

I couldn't help but let a giggle escape.

My giggle turned into a laugh. Which quickly turned into hysteria.

The Capitol wanted a show? I'll give them the best god damn show they had ever seen!

All the tributes would all fall before my might! They could run! They could hide! They could fight! They could protect each other! But in the end, I was going to bring them to their knees before I turn their world into a bloody paradise!

Bring it on every tribute! I'll take you all on! Career or non-career, they'd die by my hand.

The odds weren't in their favour, because they were never in their favour.

The odds. Were always. In my favour.

And those that died, like Kendrick just now, lost the game because they didn't have their heart into winning. I wanted to win no matter what, and nothing was going to stop me! Nobody!

Happy Hunger Games everyone!

District Three's Caia Wicken's POV

Different.

I had always been different from the other kids back home. But different was too vague of a word for the kids back home, and the adults as well. Kids would generally call me weird, or a loser, or something else along those lines. That was how I was labelled. Because unlike the vast majority of them, or all of them it seemed, I actually supported the Hunger Games.

As soon as I expressed that at school, everyone seemed to treat me differently. The kids would call me a Capitol lover, a traitor, or something else entirely that didn't have anything to do with logic. Call me a demon, a heartless bitch, a fucking retard. So really, loser was one of the least harmful things that they could call me.

Nobody at school wanted to be friends with me because of that. They called me a Capitol supporter, which caused nearly everyone to disconnect from me.

It was the same as the adults as well. They looked at me like I was crazy. They didn't want to be seen with me either.

Everyone in the district hated the Capitol because of how they treat us. How they put this game into our lives and forced parents to give away their kids and broadcast them live on a fight to the death program on live television when there was nothing they could do about it. Not only that, but the career districts, the ones that were the most loyal to the Capitol, the one with the most winners and the best fighters, were the ones that weren't living in the kind of poverty we were.

The career districts had the good life of being well feed, well sheltered, and well loved by the Capitol. And if that wasn't enough, they were the best fighters, so that made them win the games even easier. Making them Capitol favourites, because nobody wanted to sponsor a loser tribute from a non-career district. And if you were a non-career that joined up with the career pack because you wanted to increase your chance of winning, even your own district would loath you.

If you weren't talking about how vile and deranged the Capitol was, then you were on their side. It was as simple as that.

But while I supported the Hunger Games, I didn't like the Hunger Games. I thought that they were an atrocious event, I also thought that it was a necessary event. A necessary kind of evil one might say.

According to history, the districts lost two rebels per each Capitol citizen. We had lost twice as many people during the rebellion. But the districts had at least twelve times as many soldiers fighting, with Districts One, Two, and Four as the backbone of our fighting force. If we were to put that on a one to one scale, it was more like the Capitol lost at least six citizens compared to the districts one. That means that, in a way, the Capitol lost more then we did.

And besides, the districts seem to forget that we choose for the Capitol to lead us. We willingly choose them to become our king, our leader, our president. The Capitol would offer us protection in exchange for our power. We bowed down to the Capitol, and they'd keep us safe.

But then we rebelled when we thought they were being unfair. It just shows how grateful we were for them giving us all this protection from the world outside those electric fences.

I would sometimes wonder what was outside those fences. Wild animals? Savages? Mutants? Or something even worse then those?

Either way, it seemed really unfair that the Capitol build our districts, try to restore civilization after the disasters, and make us who we were, before we repaid them with their own blood.

If you ask me, the Hunger Games were a reminder of our ungratefulness. A reminder that we shouldn't ever try to rebel again. Because if the Capitol just told us to return back to our normal lives, all we'd do is rise up again and try to take them down again.

The games were a way of controlling any wannabe rebels.

I didn't like the Hunger Games, but if it was the best way to control the rebels, so be it. The Capitol couldn't be everywhere, and they couldn't control people's minds. But they could influence it.

When I tried to explain these points to anyone, they wouldn't listen, all they'd do was ignore me and tell me that I didn't know what I was talking about, or that I was a Capitol supporter that hated her own people. I hated that. They hated the Capitol with so much passion that they seemed to forget that we were the ones that started the whole circle of revenge thing.

I knew that I wasn't going to change how anyone felt about the Capitol and the games, so I just kept my mouth shut.

And as I laid on the floor, waiting for Kendrick to come back with something that could help me, I continued to have flashbacks of when I'd read history books, becoming curious about the world and wanting to learn more. That's why I liked school, because you got to learn things. It was another thing that got kids to make fun of me. I liked school, and most of them didn't.

Hunger Games supporter. Capitol supporter. School lover. Know it all. Bossy bitch. Perfectionist. Anti-social. I was anything but normal.

My social life had been set in stone, and I was only six years old.

I sometimes wished that I could be normal, but at the same time, I loved who I was. I saw things in ways that so called 'normal' people never would. I looked at things in new ways, and knew more in some areas that most of the district didn't even think about. It was strange, but I sometimes felt sorry for them not knowing as much as I did, remaining ignorant about our history and other things in general.

And right now, as I laid here, in the arena, in the world's most hated game, I couldn't help but feel that nothing had changed.

I still thought of the games as a necessary evil, but I still hated them.

The only thing I didn't understand was this year's reapings. Was it really necessary to kill all those kids? Was the Panem population really that out of control? Or was it about to get out of control?

I started to think about all that, but then stopped when I started to hear someone whistling.

It was a soft whistle, but the sound carried over to where I was, and it didn't sound like it was Kendrick. Then whoever it was started to hum. I knew then that it defiantly wasn't Kendrick. And it was coming this way, getting louder and louder, closer and closer.

I had to get out of the open. I had to hide somewhere.

I tried to stand up, but as soon as that happened I instantly felt dizzy before the world started to spin and shake about before I felt my legs buckle and I fell to the floor. I then saw red and black and white stars appear in front of me before they exploded into supernovas. Agony radiated all over my body, and I did my best not to cry out in pain.

I started to reach out with my hands and crawl forwards as I heard the voice of someone that wasn't my ally get closer and closer.

My arms and hands felt as if they were on fire as I dug my fingers into rusted nails as I pulled myself forward, towards the row of ground cupboards.

It wasn't the best place to hide, but as the voice got louder and louder, the more and more I thought of what Kendrick had told me. I shouldn't over think things, and while I was still thinking of what would be better, I let my body move. I'd let my mind think, but my body would do whatever I told it to do.

Act now, think later.

My mind started to scream at me and start thinking. Everything needed to be perfect, and as much as I didn't want to over think right now, I couldn't help but look at my surroundings. A deep fryer, a refrigerator, an oven, a flattop stove, cupboards, a trolley. There had to be something better then what I was doing right now.

No! Stop thinking!

There could be a knife somewhere!

No! There's no time to look for a weapon! I have a lead pipe!

A bladed weapon would be better!

I have a weapon!

What if you don't fit in the cupboard?

I'm small!

Small enough?

We'll see.

Are you sure there isn't something you're missing?

Shut up mind! Shut up and leave me alone!

I reached the cupboard and ripped open the door, and saw that the inside was completely empty except for mold and dust and cobwebs and a vomitous smell that made me gag and almost throw up.

I was about to turn around when I heard a loud bang that almost sounded like it was right behind me. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I forced myself into the closed space that permeated foul air before closing the cupboard door.

With the door closed, I finally felt just how tight of a fit it was for me. I was of average size and height, but at a time like this, I was wishing that I was thinner, and was less curvy. Fuck you big breasts and ass! Girls always said that they wished that their's would be bigger, but right now, I wish mine were smaller! And everyone wanted to be one of the rich people of the district, but right now, I wish I had been one of the average citizens of District Three. At least then I would be at least several pounds lighter and this wouldn't be such a tight squeeze.

Talk about funny, huh?

I gripped the lead pipe with my right hand as I covered my mouth with my left hand to prevent any noise from escaping, or at the very least, it would muffle the sound, hopefully enough for it to not be too noticeable.

I looked through the slit of the cupboard doors to see if the person coming towards me had came into the kitchen yet.

From what I could see, they hadn't, but their voice was close, close enough that I could hear footsteps. Their humming came closer and closer. It became louder and louder. They were in the same room as I am, I just knew it, there was no way else that they could be heard so clearly. I just hoped that they wouldn't be able to-

CRASH!

The sound of thin metal with a hollow inside occurred a fair distance to my left, making me jump and bang my head below the counter in fright. A rush of pain built on the top of my head before it started to throb.

"I'm singing...In the rain!" A very, very familiar voice sang out before, yet again, I heard the sound of a grounded cupboard get kicked. This time, it was closer to me. It still made me jump, but not as much. I still hit my head though, but thankfully, not as hard. "Just singing...In the rain!"

Another hit on hollow metal occurred, this time on the counter above me. I felt my body duck down in the tight space surrounding me, even though it was still a fair distance away from me. "What a glorious feeling!" I heard nails scrape the metal as it got closer and closer to me, making me even more scared. "I'm happy again! I'm laughing at clouds!"

Each word that Calamity sang brought him closer and closer, and I could feel myself start to shake more violently as he approached me. "So dark! Up above!" I didn't want to shake anymore. I felt that if I kept on shaking, I'd revel my location to him. "The sun's in my heart!" And without Kendrick here to protect me, I wouldn't stand a chance against him. "And I'm ready..." I could see his leg between the cupboard doors. "For love!"

He then slammed his palm onto the counter above me, causing me to nearly jump and scream at that very moment. But I kept myself pinned down. I forced myself not to scream. If I did any of that he'd find me. And those song lyrics he was chanting made this situation only worse. "Let the stormy...Clouds chase." He bashed his foot into the cupboard next to me, and I tried to not make a sound as the metal doors beside me concaved slightly. I couldn't help but be relived that he hadn't kicked my doors. "Everyone...From this place!" He then slammed his fists on the counter, twice.

And this time, he wasn't getting closer to me, he was getting farther from me, which relived me a little, but not completely, as I knew that he was still in this very room. "Come on...With the rain. I've a smile on my face."

I then heard a couple of objects being removed from a pool of liquid before they started to hit the metal surface of something equally hollow, but wasn't closed off like the cupboard doors. "With a happy refrain!" The things he was hitting the surface with sounded like mesh wire. He hit them with an uneven beat. "Just singing!" I heard the mesh wire fall to the ground. "Singing!" I heard the mesh wire being kicked around. "Just singing!"

All of a sudden, I heard something heavy crash to the floor. I felt little vibrations inside my hiding place as a result. "In the rain!"

He then proceeded to hum the rest of the song. "Hmm hm hmm. Hmm hm hmmm hm hm hm hm, hm hm hm hmmmmmmm."

I had never heard that song before, but I could already tell that that song was never supposed to send this kind of fear down my spine, nor that it was ever supposed to be used this way. It was amazing that someone could turn ones words around like that.

And that made me think in fear. Did he know I was here? Was this song meant for me? I just hoped that it was Calamity being crazy and not actually having some kind of purpose other then that. "Did you like that song?" I heard Calamity ask, confirming my worst fear. He did know that I was here. Or maybe someone else had walked into the kitchen as he sang. It was possible, but I hadn't heard anyone, so it was more likely that it was directed at me.

I could feel the shakes intensify as my sweat started to pour down my face. Sweat that I didn't even know had appeared.

I clamped my hands on my mouth tighter. I didn't want to make a single sound. Not even the most insignificant one.

Silence occurred, and somehow, it made this situation even more intense. "Not answering me huh? I guess you wouldn't. After all, you hate the rain, don't you?"

What the? No, I don't hate the rain. And even if I did, how would he of known it?

I sighed with relief. He must be talking to someone else. His district partner most likely. He'd know the most about her then the rest of us.

But as far as I remember, Jen had been a chatter box, why was she quiet all of a sudden? "Whatever. It's not like I wanted your opinion anyway."

Please please please just go away! "What about you? The person who's hiding from me?"

I felt my skin crawl as my hairs seemed to stand up on their own. My throat seemed to suffocate on the air that I was breathing as my eyes went wide. Was he, yet again, talking about me? This time for real? "Yes you. The one that's in this very room right now."

Don't do anything. He's just trying to psych you out. He doesn't know your here. Or does he? Does he know? No he does. Yes he does, otherwise, why would he of said that?

He doesn't know.

Yes he does.

No he doesn't. "Answer me!" He shouted, nearly making me jump. I felt sweat run into my left eye, string my eyeball. "Don't think that I don't know that your not here."

I then heard footsteps start walking towards me.

He's lying. He must be.

But what if he's not? "I can sense you." He kicked a cupboard to my right. "Smell you." He kicked a cupboard that was closer to me. "Hear you." Another kick that was closer to me. "Your body's practically calling my name!" The cupboards right next to me bent inwards slightly. "An't that right?" He asked as I saw what little light ran through the door slit disappear before his footsteps suddenly stopped. "My victim."

The doors suddenly got torn open as I saw Calamity's grinning face and emotionless eyes stare at me.

I didn't even get a chance to react before he grabbed me and pulled me out of the cupboard. I was that scared.

I felt my body scrape against the edges of the cupboard entrance before I felt my body get slammed into another set of cupboards. Waves of agony fell upon my body as I fell to the floor. "Well well well." Calamity said with delight. "Look who it is. It's little Caia."

I tried to get up, but as did that, I felt a powerful kick hit me in the ribs, knocking the air out of me before I fell straight back onto the floor. "Fancy meeting you here."

I then felt his hand grab a fist full of my hair before I painfully felt him forcing my head up, and forced my body up as well. He pulled so hard that I thought he was going to tare my hair from my scalp. "Where's you big bad ally?" He asked as he pulled my head up higher, forcing me to look at his face.

It looked beaten up. He had black eyes, burn marks, swelling, and two thick red lines across his face. But what was most noticeable was that one the left side of his face, skin was starting to peel off his face. Whoever, or whatever had attacked him, had been a vicious fighter. Someone that had probably put Calamity in his place. Hopefully.

I couldn't help but feel envy for that person, or thing, that had done that kind of damage to him. After all, if he what he tried to do to me he succeeded with other girls, he fully deserved what happened to him. Other girls most likely didn't have someone like Kendrick to protect them, so hopefully a girl had done that to him. "He leaves you because of your face not looking as good as it had been?"

I looked at Calamity with my most hostile stare, though to someone like him, and the way I felt, a child might of well put on a pouting face. "You were such a pretty girl, you know that? You were healthy, green eyed, curvy, and had a pretty good looking face as well. But now, you look as if you had been dog chow."

Funny you should say that, because I had been attacked by mutts, that would normally but some kind of animal.

I then felt my head get thrown back before the back of my skull hit the metal cupboards and burned with pain. "But don't worry, I still think that you're pretty enough to have some fun with."

I didn't want to have any fun with you. I know what kind of 'fun' you were talking about, you had tried to get me into it just after the bloodbath. And the way he talked so calmly, like we were talking about the weather, was disturbing.

I swung the lead pipe, which felt as if it weighed a hundred pounds, at his body, only for him to casually lift up a leg and stomped on my forearm, sending burning needles coursing through my arm. I couldn't help but scream as I heard Calamity taking his pants off. "Don't worry," He said to me. "At least one of us will enjoy this." He then laughed at his own wit.

Through my pain, I opened my eyes, to see that with his right hand, which was missing everything that used to be a hand, was pulling off my underwear as his other hand pulled down my bra, exposing my breasts.

I tried to fight him, but he was just too strong. Even with only one hand he was still stronger then me. I pushed on his chest with my left hand, but all he did was push his body forward, like my hand wasn't even a factor.

No matter how hard I pushed, he kept on coming closer. I tried to squirm my way away from him, but with his foot on my right arm, I couldn't get away.

I wanted Kendrick back! I wanted him to come and save me from Calamity, just like he had done last time. But somehow, I knew that Kendrick wouldn't come to my aid this time. I was on my own against a sadistic, psychotic, career who also happened to be a rapist. "You remind me of my sister." I heard him say, which made me shutter uncontrollably. "Ready?" He asked.

I didn't even have time to answer when I felt white hot pain erupt in my lower region. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as it felt as if my body was being torn in half, and each thrust that he did was just ripped my body apart more and more.

I was violated and I felt like pucking and crying all at the same time. I was helpless, and there was nothing I could do about it. I felt like giving up, and even though I intensely feared death, I almost wanted to give my hand to the reaper.

But then I started to feel something strange, something that was beyond foreign.

This feeling made me blackout, but only for a flash before I started to feel this alien emotion explode in my chest area an instant before it also exploded in my throat. I then felt it violently course through my body, filling my body full of the newfound emotion.

I felt my limbs shake as my mind went hazy and every emotion died down, except for one, that instead of decreasing, it only increased until it was all I could feel.

Rage. That was the emotion I was feeling. But it wasn't a pure and simple as rage. No. It was a combination of rage, a dash of confidence, and something that I could only describe as the need to fight.

My vision seemed to narrow as all I saw was Calamity, and nothing else.

The agony in my body dramatically decreased as I felt my teeth press harshly against each other while my breathing got heavier and hotter. And not only that, but I felt like roaring, so I did.

I roared.

Calamity seemed started, and that filled me with joy as I let my left arm leave his chest, before I pulled it as far back as it could go before I slashed my nails across his face like an angry cat. Calamity cried out in shock, pain, and surprise before he removed his damn errection out of my vigina.

With my left hand, I clawed at his face again, giving him five new open wounds in addition to his previous seven. I smiled as I saw and heard Calamity in pain. It filled me with a kind of joy that I had never known, and damn was it good.

Suddenly, nothing else mattered besides hurting Calamity. I wasn't going to die by his hand! The reaper would just have to wait! I wasn't going to die!

I grabbed the lead pipe with my now freed right arm, and now that the weight of the weapon was now as light as a feather, I smashed it across his lower jaw, causing him to stagger to his right as I saw several white cubes fall from his mouth in a thick red soup.

I didn't feel any pain, just the raw emotions that were coursing through my body. And those emotions told me that there was nothing that mattered more then to cause harm to Calamity. Cause the same harm that he had done to me, and more if I got the chance.

My mind and body told me that I wasn't going to be pushed around anymore. They told me that I was going to survive, and I believed it. I felt as if I was going to survive this assault, and that I wasn't going to be pushed around by Calamity anymore.

I stood up, not feeling dizzy, or weak, or unstable, or pain of any kind. I swung the lead pipe at Calamity, only for him to block my attack by placing his left stump of a hand on the inside of my elbow. He may of blocked that attack, but I still had a hand free, and I used that hand to form a fist and slam it into Calamity's face. That got blocked as well.

So I pushed. I pushed against him with all my might, grinding my teeth in the process and putting my entire body weight forward. And with that, Calamity seemed to be forced to move backwards, as if someone was overpowering him.

I kept on forcing Calamity backwards, loving this feeling of being able to overpower him, before I saw myself being moved backwards against my will. I noticed that his right leg was up, and I knew instantly that he had kicked me, but I hadn't felt anything. Strange.

I used this opportunity to swing the lead pipe in an underhand motion, only for Calamity to dodge the swing. The lead pipe flew up into the air as I felt my own momentum cause me to unexpectedly turn to the left. I was no longer facing Calamity, but the background of the kitchen we were fighting in. And because of my narrow slightness, I could no longer see Calamity in my peripheral vision.

I saw, rather then felt, my face get slammed into a counter before my face started to get dragged across the dusty metal.

I fought back, and while I slowed the dragging down, I didn't stop him from the attack all together. It came to a stop when he threw my head off the end out of the counter.

I stumbled, but I quickly got back up in time to see a shoe hit my face.

I didn't even flinch, and most surprising of all, it didn't hurt very much, but the next thing I knew, I was on the floor staring up at the ceiling. Primary colours swirled above me, colouring half of my vision. So pretty.

I saw my vision suddenly jerk about before I looked in the direction of Calamity, to see that his foot was kicking me across the side of the head. So annoying.

I reached out with my left hand, grabbed a chunk of his right thigh, then raked my nails down his bare skin with all my might, creating five narrow red waterfalls appear down his leg.

I heard delightful howls of pain before I swung my bludgeoning weapon at his left knee. The weapon connected with a sickeningly wonderful crack before Calamity kneeled down on his injured knee and continued to cry out in pain.

I then swung my weapon at him again, slamming it across his face once again, causing him to fall to the floor. And as I saw an opening, I smiled in absolute delight as I lifted up my lead pipe and smashed it down on his exposed testacies.

It was funny to hear Calamity squeal out like a little girl as he curled up into a ball and hugged his injured privates. I could feel myself laughing at his misery. It felt wonderful to give some payback. He took something away from me, so I'd take something away from him as well.

I slammed the lead pipe on his back, hoping that I could destroy his spine, but all I heard was a soft crack, telling me that I had damaged his backbone, but hadn't shattered it like he had shattered my innocence. He cried out in pain though, so it was still something.

I took another swing at him, only to see his foot suddenly lurch out and kick me right in the chest. Again, I didn't feel anything, but it was enough to send me to the floor.

I looked at the ceiling again, but I didn't want him to kick me again, so I rolled to my left and bumped into something. I turned my head, to see that the very thing I had bumped into was Calamity. And again, I saw an opening that could completely devastate him.

I didn't even think about it before I opened my mouth, quickly raised my head up, and bit down on his testicles as hard as I could.

As soon as my teeth had bit down on his balls, Calamity started to scream in a high pitched voice that I didn't even think was possible. He must of been in so much pain, and that gave me the motivation to grind my teeth on the skin, causing him to howl out in agony. I felt something hitting my head, and I guessed that it was Calamity pounding down on me. It was useless though, his blows felt as if they were being thrown by a child.

I then felt something get inside my eye socket, the one that had already been destroyed by that one mutt. The thing inside moved about, but it felt like nothing more then a tickle, so it didn't bother me in the slightest.

I began to taste blood in my mouth before I jerked my head back so hard that I heard skin being ripped off. It was then that Calamity broke everything that I knew about the limit to the human voice. When I ripped off his testicles, I didn't think that it was even possible to produce the sound that he had created.

I spat out the testicle, that turned out to be only one, and looked at Calamity, who was helplessly looking down at his ball sack that was now only half full and pouring out blood like a busted dam.

I wasted no time swinging my lead pipe at him again. It made contact with his face, like I wanted it to, but I got an unexpected bonus, and I smiled in unimaginable glee as the short edge of the lead pipe had buried itself in his left eye. Blood red tears started to leak out of his socket and around the end of the pipe.

Calamity started to wail out in pain that no man would even want to think about. The blood that ran out of his eye made it look like he was crying out tears of blood that reflected just how injured his was.

Calamity grabbed the pipe with his only functional hand and tried to pry it out of his eye. I wasn't going to allow that. He wasn't getting off that easily. Not after all he did. Not when the sound of him in pain was so exhilarating.

Calamity pulled, put I also pulled him in a curved angle with both my hands with all my might, causing Calamity to fall to the ground with a thud. It was then that I started to attack the one place on his body that wasn't covered, his chest. I let go of my weapon and started to pound on his chest with all the ferocity of a wild beast. But attacking his chest wasn't enough, so I clawed at his face again, wanting to strip off everything that represented Calamity.

Calamity blocked, but all that seemed to accomplish was getting me to scratch up his arm, and I still got to pound on his body.

I saw Calamity try to pull out the lead pipe with his functioning hand, but I wouldn't allow him to do that. I grabbed the weapon that was embedded in his bloody eye socket, and jerked it violently left and right, causing him to scream out in agony as his head was forced to follow whatever direction I moved it to, like a puppet.

But the weapon suddenly came loose, releasing itself from the socket, revealing a hole that was pouring out thick red liquid mixed with equally thick yellow and white substances as Calamity flew away from me. His body stumbled about before he stood up got up on one knee and started to hoarsely cough.

I wasted no time running up to him and smashed the lead pipe into his ribs, causing Calamity to gasp out before a saw a tiny splatter of blood fly out of his mouth. His eyes widened with pain and surprise as a sickening crack sounded out.

My world then suddenly exploded with colours, and I had to blink several times to get them to disappear.

When they did disappear, and I could see clearly enough, I saw that Calamity was running away. Hobbling away rather quickly, faster then I thought he'd be with that injured leg and missing testicle.

I guess he didn't have the balls to face me anymore.

I ran after him, but my legs unexpectedly buckled before I found myself on the floor again.

I wasn't done yet though. I still had a lot of strength and energy in me. I lifted my arm up and threw my weapon at Calamity, and watched as the weapon spun through the air before it slammed into Calamity's back, causing him to howl and stumbled over for just a second before he continued to run out of the kitchen.

As Calamity exited the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a vast amount of pride. I had single handedly defeated Calamity, and lived to tell the tale. Kendrick will be so proud of me when he comes back.

I couldn't help but smile at that thought.

It didn't matter how he found me, all that mattered was that he had messed with the wrong girl. I wasn't going to die on his terms, I was going to die on my own terms. And he was going to push me around, no more.

I couldn't help but chuckle.

Then explosions of pain occurred all over my body. I suddenly felt bombs explode inside my body as excruciating pain took over. The raw and foreign emotions I had been experiencing started to disappear as I started to feel familiar emotions.

Fear. Dread. Sadness. Worry. Confusion. Peace.

They all came rushing back to me, replacing rage and pleasure and whatever else I had been experiencing.

The taste of blood in my mouth suddenly became overwhelming, and the horrible sensation that I was feeling inside my vagina, added with my racing heart that felt as if it were going to explode. It made me dizzy, weak, and sick.

I felt and saw myself vomit onto the floor as streams of yellow, orange, and red, plastered the floor. It only made me feel the tiniest bit better.

My eyes burned. My lungs were getting crushed. My heart was going to explode. And those were the least unpleasant of my symptoms. Everything hurt. My mind hurt. My mind rushed with questions.

What had happened? How did you do that? What made you act that way? Why were you experiencing those emotions? Why did I hurt so much? How did he find you?

My body wanted to look around, find out why all this had happened.

But my world started to slow to a crawl as everything started to go black and fade away. Objects close to me started to get further and further away as my mind started to slow and become dead. I felt my body hit the floor as the overwhelming sensation of sleep swiftly spread through my body and flooded my mind.

I needed to sleep, I just felt so tired all of a sudden.

I closed my eyes and proceeded to fall asleep. All the pains in my body still radiated in my body.

My mind started to die.

But one question still haunted me as I drifted off. One that chilled my blood at the very thought of it.

Why had I started to act like Calamity?

A/N: Alternate title: Caia the badass.

Holy Hell, I didn't expect the chapter to be this long.

Anyway, Caia's fight turned out to be different then I had originally planned. Hope you all liked it.

I have to say this though, show this chapter to your friends. Show it to the girls to show that girls can be dangerous. Show it to the boys for the same reason. Show it to strong people to show that even the strong can become weak, and show it to the weak to show that the weak can become strong.