Shattered Souls

by The Awesome Novice Writer

An unexpected quarter quell. Twenty four teenagers. One arena. It's a nightmare, and I don't see myself ever waking up. *Now complete.*

48. Finale

District One's Calamity Mershade's POV

Conclusion.

That was what they were going for. That's what the mutts and the chasing and the cornucopia was for. That was why I wasn't the only one running for the cornucopia like it was a safe haven.

That peacekeeper was bringing us in for the finale, the time to end this game was now. I couldn't turn my head, but I could see that Jenriko was to my left. I don't think that Zane was seeing her as I was seeing her, he was too busy running to the aged and ruined cornucopia, worrying about his own life.

I couldn't blame him. I could afford the luxury of looking around due to the fact that someone else was doing the running for me. I didn't have to look forward, Zane was doing that, so in turn, I noticed things that he couldn't notice, at the moment.

As Zane approached the cornucopia, the more Jen faded from my view before Zane began to awkwardly climb the rusted horn with his stump of a right wrist, I couldn't help but wonder how this would end. Would Zane win? Because Zane was basically me in my body. I was taller than Jenriko, and while I don't know if Jenriko is stronger than me, I did know that Zane was a guy, meaning that it was a possibility that he was stronger than her. But we've been out of training for years. Jenriko had been training until just before the Capitol interviews. So there was also a chance that Jenriko was stronger than Zane.

But if there's anything that I learned while training in District One, or watching The Hunger Games, it's that the strongest person doesn't always win. And in hand to hand combat, strength doesn't matter as much as skill. Skill beats strength, as long as you know how to apply that skill.

But while Jenriko was skilled, so was Zane. They both knew how to fight, so anything could go.

I worried about that. I didn't want Zane to survive. I wanted Jenriko to live. But right now, it wasn't my decision to make. What mattered to me didn't matter to Zane, he was going to do whatever he wanted, and I can't do a damn thing about it. He was in control, all I can do is watch, and hope for the best.

The best and worst came at the same time as a jagged piece of the cornucopia cut into Zane's right arm.

Tributes had climbed the cornucopia before, but I don't think that they had to deal with an aged cornucopia that had bits of metal sticking out, threatening to pierce and slice open your hands and feet if you so much as placed them in the wrong spot. That, and Zane was one hand short, so the climb was no doubt harder for him.

Damn it! Zane shouted, frustrated about his handicapped weakness. Had to lose my fucking hand!

Hope you fall Zane. I hope you fall.

Shut the fuck up Calamity!

Zane continued to climb, careful not to get even more injured than he already was, but it was easier said then done when you didn't know where you could place your limbs without it being cut open. That, and there were mutts down below our feet, jumping up and down, snapping at our feet like attack dogs.

Zane looked back, and saw that the human like mutts weren't just jumping at us, they were climbing after us!

They were climbing the cornucopia with us!

Zane started to panic and started to climb faster.

Fear was getting to him. He wasn't being careful anymore, he climbed faster, but at the price of being more careless about where he put his hands and feet, making them hit a jagged edge that drew pain and blood.

Wincing from pain from every fourth step as a limb drew blood, I had to wonder if Zane even knew what he was doing to this body in a desperate attempt to escape. But at this point, I don't think that Zane was thinking too well anyway. We were severely injured with injures to the face, gut, chest, feet, and were half a testicle short. I don't think Zane cared about some cuts to the arms and feet when all those previous things had happened to him.

Before I knew it, Zane had reached the top of the cornucopia, and I for one was glad for that, it meant that limbs wouldn't be sliced open due to peeling metal. But at the same time, Zane wasn't dead.

Despite his injured hand, arm, and feet, Zane managed to pull himself onto the relatively flat surface of the horn. It was a struggle, but he managed to do it.

Zane looked up, and that's when we saw a burnt demon with spikes on the right side of it's body.

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

Calamity Mershade! The person who had made me this way! The fucking asshole who had thrown me into a fire, ruined my eye, and filled me full of shrapnel!

I felt nothing but hate towards him as I saw that he was still alive. I had slit open his stomach and ruined one of his hands, someone should of been able to finish him off due to that, but no, he was still alive. Guess those fucking weak ass tributes were just that. Weak. Weak enough that they couldn't pull of his guts and have him bleed to death. Pathetic.

I kicked Calamity across the face as I pulled out my cleaver, ready to finish what I started.

Calamity fell back from the force of my kick, and was ready to fall off the cornucopia when I saw him grab the edge of the horn with his one remaining hand.

Lucky grab, but that luck was going to end. I threw the cleaver at his hand, hoping to chop his fingers off, but he moved out of the weapon's path by moving his hand away in a jump like move. Damn it! I then ran towards him and stomped on his hand, and watched in satisfaction as his fingers let go of the edge and he fell down the cornucopia due to having no grip on the surface. The howls of pain he gave out were also wonderful.

I was about to pick up my cleaver when I felt something prick into my neck. I looked in the direction of where the prick came from, not caring what had just hit my neck, and saw Jenriko pointing a weird looking handgun at me, not fifteen feet away from where I was standing.

Did she just shoot me? With a gun? Where the fuck did she get a gun?

I quickly felt my neck, and felt something small, plastic, and cylinder like. I quickly pulled it out of my skin and threw it to the ground, grateful that it wasn't a bullet, just some kind of dart.

I knew that it would be foolish to try and pick up my cleaver with her this close to me, so I reached back and pulled out my homemade knife that was made of metal.

As I pulled out my weapon, Jen threw her gun at me. I easily dodged it, thinking of how much of a waste it was. Otherwise it was just a one shot gun, which was also good with me, I didn't want to get hit by a dart, even if it was harmless.

The next thing I knew, Jenriko was charging at me as she pulled out her own close combat weapon, a knife made out of sharpened plastic.

I smiled as she ran towards me. She was always cocky, thinking that she was invincible, that there was no way that she could die. She never took anything seriously. Well I'll do her a favour, and show that she wasn't invincible.

District One's Zane's POV

Holy fuck! They're everywhere! These fucking mutts! They're everywhere!

I threw what was left of my hands at the mutts, fending them off, but they kept on coming at me. I kicked at them, but again, they kept on coming, attacking four, five, six at a time, and never letting up.

They were never going to quit, not until either I, or Victory, or Jen, were dead. It was just the three of us now, and the winner was going to be me. I wasn't going to die, I wasn't going to give Hale the death that he wanted, and I was going to go back to District One, and use the status of victor to my advantage. And there wasn't anything that anybody could do to stop me, not Hale, not Victory, not Jen, and certainly not these mutts.

I could see that there was no use fighting these mutts, and because there was no getting around them, I did the only thing that I could do, I shoved through them.

Using what was left of my arms, I forced them out of my way and started to throw my body past them. And though they still attacked me, I tried to minimize the damage that they were inflecting upon me by getting out of there was quickly as possible.

Even though I pushed three or four mutts out of my way, there were always at least a couple that would still be attacking me. And not only that, but the little baby mutts, they were biting my ankles and legs, that made it really painful as they had teeth as sharp as razors. I had to either shake them off, or hit them against something to get them to stop digging into my flesh.

I had to run, shove, and shake all at the same time, and even though I was doing all of those things, I was still getting attacked and damaged, but I kept on going, because I had to get out of this ring of death eventually. These mutts couldn't hold me forever.

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

I dodged another strike from Victory, but just barely, again. Her strikes were always within a hair of taking my life, and it left me no room to counter attack, because it was taking everything that I could do to just avoid her attacks.

I knew that facing Victory wouldn't of been easy, but now that I was facing her, I could see so many things that I hadn't seen before. Victory was skilled with her weapon, as was expected of a career. And even though one of his eyes was burnt over, she was striking fast and effectively. She was faster than I thought, and she gave me no openings. That meant that if I tried to attack her, I'd more than likely get stabbed. And from the way that Victory was using that knife, killed.

Move your body left and right, avoid that knife, try to not get stabbed. It was the best that I could do. I couldn't do anything else. I just hoped that the tranquilizer dart would take effect on her soon.

Just as I avoided another strike from Victory, her knife just missing my right shoulder, I felt the back of her knife press against the back of my neck before I felt her pulling me forwards. And before I could do anything, I felt something hard and pointed smash into my face, sending an explosion of colours into my vision as well as intense pain.

I then felt another strike. Then another, and another, and another, all in rapid succession so fast that if I hadn't know better, I would of though of them as only two strikes. But I felt each and every one of them, each one hurting more than the last.

My face felt like it had been hit by a hammer, and it felt warm and sticky as I smelt blood.

I felt cold metal slide against the back of my neck before I jumped backwards, knowing that Victory was going to attack me again. And I was right, I heard the thrust of a weapon in front of me and knew that if I hadn't moved out of the way, Victory would of stabbed me. And that stab could of ended my life.

I couldn't see, but I could still attack, so I swung my knife in the general direction of Victory, hoping that I could land something on her. I swung only two times, knowing that anymore was too much of a risk to take.

My two swings hit nothing but air. I dropped to my back and did a backwards roll before rolling to the right, hoping that it would give me enough time to recover enough so that I could at least see the world in front of me.

As soon as I stopped rolling, I instantly sprang back up, kicking both my feet in the air in front of me, hoping that Victory had chased after me and was going to strike me as I rolled. She didn't, and I ended up hitting nothing but air, again.

My vision did start to clear, but not fast enough as I discovered, because the first thing I saw was a flash of metal coming from the left.

I moved my body back, and just barley avoided getting my neck slashed open a second time. Her attack scared me and almost made me fall down for the simple fact that it literally brushed against my bandage. It was that close.

I saw Victory step towards me as she didn't stop on her attack. Instead, she continued turning, making her body spin until her back was turned. But she didn't stop turning then, because her knife was still rapidly traveling towards me.

I held out my left hand in an open palm position and held it stiff, like a knife, before placing it out in front of me. With great force that nearly knocked me off my feet because I didn't have time to get my feet into the proper position, I stopped Victory's attack. I used this opportunity to attack, because I didn't know if I'd get another chance at it. I swung my weapon at Victory's skull, only to see Victory's head fly towards me at terrifying speed. My knife went behind her head, and I felt teeth suddenly bury themselves into my forehead, sending ripples of red hot pain into my head.

I couldn't help but shout out in pain as I pulled away from her. Too late did I find out that was a horrible idea, because all it did was make the pain more intense. The fire inside my head turned into a blazing hot inferno as I felt the stale air rush against my exposed forehead.

I pulled my knife back, trying to stab her in the back, but she must of seen that coming, because she quickly moved her body out of the way. Mostly. My knife managed to stab her, but not where I wanted it to. Instead of stabbing her in the spine, or in the back of the ribs, I felt the thick plastic stab against something hard as soon as it went through a thin layer of flesh. It stabbed into the toughest part of the shoulder blade.

Victory only grunted as I saw her left hand reach for the left side of my face. I moved my head out of the way, but I had to step back in order for her fingers to not slash me. As soon as that happened, I felt a powerful force shove me forwards, knocking me to onto my back.

With a painful thud, I saw Victory run towards me with her knife at the ready.

I knew what she was going to do, and I wouldn't let her get close to me.

I quickly rolled onto my side and kicked out with my left foot, only to feel sudden pain in my sole. I cried out in pain as I saw that Victory had stabbed me in the foot. I could clearly see the bloody piece of metal sticking out of my foot, pointing right at me.

As much as I wanted to pull my foot out of the homemade knife, I knew that if I did that, Victory would use the opening that I would give her to her advantage. And even though it wasn't the best opening in the world, she'd still somehow use it to get the best of the situation.

I pushed my foot up, feeling the agony of the blade slide against bone and slicing flesh, before I decided where I was going to hit her. I attacked her by sliding myself forwards, until I was right below her, put my hands on the cold surface of the cornucopia, and kicked straight up with my right leg as hard and fast as I could.

I used my hands to push me up in a handspring, gaining extra speed and power. Victory saw this, so she moved her head back, and against anyone else, the attack would of sailed past her face. But I was a gymnastic, working on agility and complex moves that required split second chances if necessary. So when Victory moved her head, I moved my foot as well, making my foot hit its mark with all the power I could muster.

As soon as my foot made contract with Victory's chin, her head whipped back so hard that I heard something crack. And not only that, but her body began to fly back as her feet left the ground.

Wasting no time, I quickly rotated my body as I stood up in a handstand and grabbed Victory's neck with my legs and squeezed as hard as I could, locking her in a vice like grip. Then using her falling momentum, I turned my body, and slammed the right side of her head into the hard surface of the cornucopia with an audible thud. Piece of jagged metal broke apart and flew in every direction. I hoped that some of the piece of shrapnel that had been imbedded in her head cracked through her skull and stabbed her in the brain.

I didn't want to take any chances though. Not giving the demon girl any time to recover, I readied my knife to throw it into her neck as I felt something skid across my teeth.

District One's Zane's POV

So Jen managed to take down Victory huh? She managed to take down Victory, the cunt that just wouldn't give up and die? That was amazing, but I wasn't going to just stare at the prone body of the girl that had taken away my hand and beaten the shit out of me. No. I was going to do something that was much more important.

I kicked Jenriko across the mouth, again, seeing her head turn suddenly as she involuntarily spat out a line of red.

Jen then threw her knife at me, and before I could even react, it buried itself into my chest. It pissed me off more than it hurt, because I just wanted to get this over with. Why did all the girls after Victory have to be fighters? Why did they have to be so god damn strong? Adrienne, sure. But Caia? Fucking Caia? The one that depended on that fucker Kendrick all the time? How did she become so strong?

Victory made everything hard. She turned those girls into tougher fighters than they needed to be. Victory gave me bad luck. Well, her bad luck was coming to an end. The bitch was going to die, if she wasn't dead already.

With a long groan of built up anger, I pulled the plastic knife out of my chest before throwing it away. I then felt another burning pain erupt in the back of my right knee, before I heard myself howl out in pain as I fell to my knees, feeling the build up of pain behind my knee as it continued to slice open my flesh.

I looked behind me, to see Victory looking at me with a burning hatred in her eyes. She was holding something, a long piece of metal, a knife.

I shot Victory a look of hate as well as I grabbed her arm. She moved her hand out the way, but the knife she had been holding was stuck in the back of my knee.

I reached awkwardly for the piece of metal in the back of me and managed to grab it, only to feel unbelievable agony as I felt several worms with spines start to dig around in my blind left eye, the eye that was nothing but a gaping hole! With my still functioning right eye, I saw that three of Victory's fingers were in my gorged out eye!

I stopped reaching for the knife to try and force Victory's fingers to get out of my head, but with her left hand, she grabbed my hand and kept it away from her hand. I then used the stump of my hand to hit her across the face, but wouldn't let up.

I then felt something kick me hard in the chest, causing me to lose all the air I had in my lungs, but it managed to make me fall down, loosening Victory's grip in my eye a little bit.

I coughed out volcanic air as I felt my entire lungs being set on fire from the air alone, before I felt my face get kicked. I knocked me onto my back, and I felt the knife digging into my knee as Victory's fingers continued to torment me.

I grabbed Victory's arm with my left hand and pushed as hard as I could as I saw Jenriko lift her foot up above my head. The left side of my face to be precise.

With pure horror, I knew exactly what she was planning on doing, and I tried to move out of the way of the incoming foot, but with Victory still having a grip on my skull, it made it impossible to move any kind of distance that could help me.

With nothing more than the defence of closing my eye, I felt Jen's curb stomp to my face, breaking my nose even more than it already was, sending an enormous amount of pain to my face and eye socket, and felt Victory's fingers dig deeper into my skull.

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

If I could, I would cry out in pain. But the best I could hear myself give was a gag as the center three fingers of my right hand snapped apart from the knuckles.

With my left hand, I formed a fist and slammed it into the back of Jenriko's left knee, causing her to fall down onto one knee, almost as if she was bowing down for forgiveness. Well, even if she was on her knee begging for forgiveness, I wouldn't of given it to her. I'm going to kill her and Calamity, simple as that

I pulled then reach up, grabbed her shirt, and pulled her down with all my might. The little career girl fell face first into the cornucopia. At the same time as that, I twisted my right hand and pulled them out as Calamity screamed.

I then reached over for my knife, which was underneath Calamity's body, and began to search for it.

I then felt something hit me in the face, before I fell onto my back.

District One's Zane's POV

Bitches! Both of them!

I kicked Victory in the face, and that gave me time to reach over and pull the blade out of the back of my knee. It hurt more coming out than it did going in.

With pain that I had never suffered before, I rolled over, and saw that Jenriko was laying face down in front of me, getting ready to get to her feet. It only took me a fraction of a second to think of a plan.

With great speed, I slammed the knife into Jenriko's left hand, causing her to scream in the highest pitched voice I had ever heard her shout. I must of stabbed in between the metal plates, because the blade went down deep. Even better!

Then with an even better plan, I leaned my entire body weight onto the blade, and bent it forwards until it was at a ninety degree angle before pounding it down until it was level with the metal surface. She won't be getting out of that!

I quickly got to my feet before I felt a fist slam into my face. I felt myself stagger back as a flash of colours exposed in my face before I felt another blow to the face.

It was Victory, it had to be.

I couldn't see worth shit with all these colours dancing in front of me, so I ran towards her, knowing that I could defend what I couldn't see. And besides, defence was never my thing.

I ran towards her, and before I knew it, I had slammed my body into her body. I managed to push her back a little bit before I felt her knee me in the stomach, which hurt a lot because of the cut she had given me.

I then felt my body start to lean forwards, and knew that Victory was sprawling. She was planning on getting me back onto the floor. Well I wasn't going to go back onto the floor, she was.

Fighting against the sprawl and placing my right foot forwards, I stopped my body from hitting the ground. Now hunched over and having Victory's hands on my back and her body in front of me, I reached out, wrapped my arms around her waist, and pushed her up and behind me.

Victory must of been taken by surprise, because she seemed to offer no resistance. It made it easy for me to push her body weight onto my back and straight up quickly before throwing her over my back.

Victory gave out a ragged gasp before I heard her body slam against the metal cornucopia surface.

Quickly turning on my heels, I turned to face Victory before jumping up and prepared to slam both my feet into her body. As expected, Victory managed to catch one of my feet and slow it down, but her other hand couldn't reach my right foot. And even though the my left leg was slowed down, it didn't make much of a difference, both my feet, with the weigh of my body and the force of gravity caused me to deliver serious damage to her face and stomach. Enough force was applied for her legs to spring up into the air.

Using my right foot as a weight, I pushed down on her stomach before lifting my left leg and smashing it down on her face again. Then a second time. The third time I did it, Victory managed to grab my foot. I expected that, and waited for her to throw my leg away.

Except she didn't, all she did was redirect my attack a couple of inches away from her face, causing my foot to slam onto the hard surface before she did a quick sit up and wrapped her arms around my right leg.

With one hand pressing against my thigh and another pulling the back of my shin towards her, I instantly lost my balance and fell backwards. I felt myself falling before I felt a wave of pain occur in the back of my skull.

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

Bastard!

That was all I could think of as I pulled Calamity towards me before I mounted on top of him. He struggled, but I was able to fight against his protests and pin his arms to his sides, before proceeding to beat the living shit out of his face.

I held the right side of his head with my left hand while beating on his left side with my right fist. His head wouldn't move from the force of my punch, making it all the more damaging. It was like getting punched while backed up against a wall.

He was already bleeding from the mouth, but my blows to his face only opened the wounds up more, making him start to bleed a stream of red from his overflowing mouth.

He kept on fighting, but it was no good, he wouldn't be able to get out of this position easily, not like this. Not while I was on top of him in a full mount position with his arms pinned to his sides.

He bucked his hips up, but I managed to stay on him, not letting his arms free, which was actually quite challenging. But with each buck, he was getting weaker, and slower, his energy being drained from him because he was fighting so hard.

He may of bested me once, but he wasn't going to best me a second time. This was pay back, for everything that he did to me.

I hit him over and over again, getting his mouth of overflow with crimson liquid, and even knocking a few teeth out. But it wasn't enough. No. He had to die. That was the only thing that would make things right. He wrecked me, so I was going to wreck him ten fold!

I threw another punch at him, only to get off balanced when he unexpectedly bucked me with surprising strength. It was so powerful, and so sudden, that I leaned forward and had to hold my hands out in order for me to avoid hitting my face on the metal surface.

I didn't hit my face on anything, and yet, extreme agony occurred as I felt something below my eyes start to really hurt. I pulled back, only to feet the pain increase by a hundred as I heard flesh tear and bone snap.

I cried out in pain as I reached for my nose.

District One's Zane's POV

Her nose tasted of rubber and metallic flakes.

As soon as she reeled her head back, I saw her reach up and grab her injured face, giving me the opening that I needed. I bucked up again, and this time, Victory wasn't centered, and got thrown off balance as she fell forwards again.

She recognized the situation this time, and pulled back, but she over balanced and ended up falling backwards. I used that opportunity to lunge forwards and tackle her onto her back. To which I then grabbed her face with my left hand, pulled her face forwards, before slamming the back of her skull into the head surface with an audible crack.

I did it a second time, and hoped that was enough to disorientate the burnt girl before I got off of her, stood to her side, kicked her across the face, and grabbed her left arm and began to drag her.

Every time she moved, I hit her across the face with my ruined hand that wasn't even a hand anymore. This needed to end now, otherwise she was going to kill me. I didn't want that, so I had to kill her first.

Victory. She had been a pretty girl, but now she was ugly as shit because of the burns, the injuries, and the shrapnel. I still wouldn't of minded raping her, because she was a girl, and she had been pretty, and because I had wanted to in the first place anyway. But she was too much of a fighter, even if I broke both her arms and legs, she would still find a way to somehow fight me to the death. And I didn't want to rape a dead girl, that was just sick. Besides, I have another girl up here with me.

I managed to get Victory to the edge of the cornucopia before I yanked her arm and kicked her off the horn. Victory's body tumbled down the cornucopia, and she hit some of the jagged edges. But before I could see what she had injured, mutts swarmed all around her, clawing and biting into her.

She didn't get up.

Satisfied, knowing that the mutts would finish her off, I walked over to Jenriko, knowing that I had all the time in the world.

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

My hand! My hand! Oh god it hurt so much! It felt as if it was exploding with every pulse it gave out. The amount of blood that bleed out of it was enormous, I didn't think that a hand could hold this much blood.

Through a disorientated vision, I could see the pool of blood that was steadily expanding thanks to my wound.

With my free right hand I tried to get the knife out of the center of my left hand. I felt helpless as I clawed at the blade and couldn't get underneath it. I tried to raise it up by forcing my hand up, but it didn't budge as unbelievable pain rippled through my entire arm, shocking my brain to the core.

I could hear myself screaming in pain, but I wanted to scream louder, but screaming wouldn't do anything to help me, all it would do is tighten my muscles, making the pain even more unbelievable.

I kept on trying to get the weapon out, but everything I did was useless.

I tried to dig my fingers under the curved metal, but I couldn't get underneath it, all I was doing was scrapping my nails on the surface of my skin.

"Finally alone. The two of us." I heard a voice that I didn't want to hear. And the way he said those words made my blood run cold. I felt my heart beat faster then before, my breathing became harsher to my lungs, and that foreign feeling, fear, flared in my gut before it spread to my entire body. "Do you know what that means, Jen?"

I felt him. I felt his presents. I didn't even need to hear his next words to know that he was close. Too close to me. "We're." He said as his hot breath rushed into my right ear, making me turn away from him, even though I hadn't been looking at him anyway. "Going to have some fun. Just the two of us."

I reached out to hit him across the face, but I ended up hitting nothing but air, and because of my movement, it caused the knife to grind against the bones inside my hand, sending electricity through my body. I couldn't help but cry out in pain.

I then felt him then sit on top of my back, like I was an animal that he could ride. I moved my body to the left, hoping that he'd get off of me, but all it did was make me feel pain, and he kept on staying on me. I tried to sharply turn my back to the right, but it made me feel even worse as it felt as if my hand was going to be ripped apart.

Calamity hardly flinched at my effort, easily staying on my back before I felt something rough and flesh like slide up the small of my back, making its way up until it reached between my shoulder blades. I tried to reach over and grab his arm, but he simply moved his arm until it was out of reach.

I then felt the shirt I was wearing tighten against the front of my neck and chest before I felt it get even tighter, like it was going to choke me to death. I pulled my hand back and grabbed the front collar part, pulling it forwards so that I couldn't choke to death. Calamity pulled harder, and soon, my hand was digging into my throat, but at least I wasn't going to get strangled by the shirt.

It wasn't much longer before I started to hear the fabric start to tare apart. Soon, the shirt became looser in the back area, and with a little bit more time, the buttons of the shirt started to snap off before clattering to the cornucopia. It didn't take long for the shirt to be torn apart completely, leaving my entire top side exposed.

I felt Calamity get off my back before I heard him throw away the torn shirt. "Turn over." He commanded. "I want to see what you look like."

I didn't, I wouldn't let him have complete control of me. Even if I was half helpless, I was going to focus on the half of me that could fight back, and use it.

"Go fuck yourself!" I shouted before I lifted my right leg up and lashed a sweeping kick at him. My attack didn't make it far before I felt the pain of metal grinding against flesh and bone. I groaned loudly at the fiery pain, but I continued my attack, feeling my hand twist around with unbelievable agony before I felt my leg make contact with his body. From what I felt with my leg, I knew that I hadn't hit anything vital, in fact, I didn't even hit anything that could effectively hurt him, my shin hit his shin, and it hurt, a lot. Though nothing compare to what my hand and face were feeling.

It was then that I felt one of his feet step roughly on my ankle. I tried to shake it away, but the weight of him was too much for my leg. I didn't want to turn around, but I had to get my leg free. So with my free leg, I did a hook kick and aimed for his mid section. He grabbed my leg with his hand before I felt something in my right pelvis give way as a wet pop rang out in the air. A torrent of agony flooded my system as I screamed out in pain.

I lashed out with my other leg, but he kept a firm grip on my leg before I felt him fall to the ground, bringing my leg with him. In a flash, he started to pull back my ankle. With horror, I knew exactly what he was doing, and I tried to stop it.

But no matter how hard I pulled my foot back, he continued to overpower me until I heard the wet snap that I had been dreading. Another scream escaped my mouth.

As he let go, I tried to kick at him, but my ankle must of sent so much pain to my leg that it thought it was broken, because it refused to move.

"I'd rather have you fuck me." Calamity calmly replied as he reached over and yanked at my pants. It was a simple action, but an extremely painful one as it also forced my pinned down hand back, irritated my dislocated leg and popped out ankle.

I continued to try and fight him off, but my arm could only swat him off. Even though I was hitting him with a fist with all my strength, I might as well of been attacking a rebar pole. I wasn't doing anything to him.

He continued to tug at my pants until it finally gave way, and it started to slide painfully down my thighs. I decided that I couldn't do anything to drive away his hand, so I grabbed the top of the pants to stop him from sliding it down all the way. It stopped for a second, but with one all mighty tug, he freed the clothing item from my grip and pulled it down until it was to my ankles, sending shockwaves of pain through my body.

As soon as he had completely exposed me, he stood up and walked over to beside me face and looked at me up and down, smiling the whole time with his bloody teeth and bleeding mouth. "Yeah, I can see why he likes you." A drop of blood from his mouth landed on my face before his foot kicked me left side of the face. My head snapped to the side before I felt him start to stomp on the side of my face.

With each connecting blow, I felt shockwaves of pain ripple through my mouth and the left side of my face. A few strikes later, I felt blood freely filling up my mouth. A few more strikes, and I felt my teeth being loosened before they were knocked loose all together.

I was starting to spray out more than just blood, I was spraying out pieces of my mouth, white, jagged cubes that were painfully forced from my mouth by a foot that was savagely kicking my face. And he didn't just kick out the teeth on my left side, he continued to kick, sending the center teeth, and right side teeth flying out of my mouth as well.

I tried to stop his foot from damaging the inside of my mouth, but all I got was a crushed hand for my effort.

I felt helpless, and I hated it. It hurt and it was something that I didn't want to feel again. But from what he was doing, I knew that there were worse things that he was planning on doing, and I didn't look forward to it.

With one last kick, I sent out another splash of blood to decorate the metal surface with. I couldn't spit out anymore teeth in my wet, metallic tasting mouth, because I didn't have anymore to spit out.

My vision was murky. It was like trying to see through dirty water while being underwater. I felt lost, because I didn't know what to do. I could attack, but how effective could I be with only one hand that couldn't do much? How well could I fight with one hand pinned down my a knife that couldn't be removed, a dislocated hip, and a snapped ankle? What had my fighting accomplished here? I slowed him down, but just barely.

Waving my hand back and forth, I tried to hit him. But I couldn't find him. I was dizzy and blind and in pain. I felt as defenceless as a child fighting against an adult. There was just no way that I could win. But the stubborn child inside me kept on telling me to fight, and I listened to it. I wasn't going down without a fight, even one as hopeless as this.

I kept on swinging, even though everything that I had gone through, I was still fighting.

But then I heard something that nearly put my body into shock. I heard a second pair of pants being pulled down, a pair of pants that was in front of me.

I couldn't help but shake with terror as I pictured what was going to happen next. "Ready?" Calamity asked with sadistic glee. I tried to kick at him, but my legs were as helpless as I was, if not more. They couldn't do anything for me, and I couldn't do anything to make them work, not as I was right now.

I threw my fist at him with all my might, but I felt his body suddenly slam down on me, his knees digging brutally into my shoulders. The best I could do was claw at his leg, but he grabbed my arm and twisted it in a way that made me have no control over it. He then easily threw it under one of his knees and slammed hard on it.

Even through my faded vision, I could see his hard on, full erected with his one missing testicle. It looked like it had been burned. I took in a little comfort that someone had fought back against him and took out a little of what made a man a man, because believe that his balls were deformed was a let down. It gave me satisfaction to know that he had been in intense pain as someone burned his ball off.

That satisfaction turned into pure horror as I felt something long, stiff, and tasted like a glove, force its way into my mouth. I almost gagged as I pulled my head away, but I felt a hand roughly grab the back of my head and forced me forwards, preventing me from freeing myself from this dick in my mouth.

I fought against his grip, but all it seemed to do was pleasure him as he started breathing out with satisfaction. I was helping him as I struggled, but I didn't care, I needed to get out of here.

I felt him push his cock even deeper into my mouth, and felt it reach the end of my mouth and go down my throat. I almost vomited, and I would of gladly allowed it, if only to gross him out, it could of gotten him to pull out. But I didn't vomit, and all I could do was prevent him from suffocating me.

My throat tightened, and I thought that I was going to get my airway cut off. But my body, knowing how to survive, started to make me breathe through my nose. I suddenly found out how hard it was to breathe through my nose, it was blocked up with something. And from the smell and feel of it, I knew that it was a mixture of blood and snot.

Maybe I was tearing up as well. Maybe that's why my vision was blurred.

I bit down, hoping to bite off his penis, but all I felt were gums pressing on a hard piece of a male's body. I suddenly realized why he had knocked all my teeth out. It wasn't to cause me pain, it was so that I wouldn't be able to resist him when this happened. It was so that he could shove his penis inside my mouth and not worry about me biting it off.

Through all this horror, I could only find one thing that made this better. Because of all the blood in my mouth, I couldn't taste it that much. It would slide on top of my tongue, but that was the only reason I could taste it. The blood covered up most of the flavour.

He kept on pleasing himself, using me as a blowjob doll. I kept on fighting him, not wanting to give in to this monster as he pulled me close as I pushed away from him.

Through the pain, through the weight, through the terror, through the feeling of helplessness and violation and hopelessness, I fought back. I fought back, and didn't give in, because it's the only thing I really know how to do. Fight. Even if it hurt and it didn't feel like I was doing anything, I was still doing something. I wasn't defeated, and I wasn't giving in.

But even through all that, I couldn't shake off this feeling of despair.

After what seemed like a lifetime, Calamity finally pulled his penis out of my mouth, and I felt instant relief as I gasped for air and began to choke from both the blood and sucking in air too fast. I felt as if I had been dying, so it felt good to not be choking on anything.

I coughed out the thick liquid, feeling its substance splatter on my bare chest as I huffed. And yet again, I felt as if I was going to vomit, but I didn't.

I then saw, and felt, Calamity getting off of me, allowing me to free my arm and continue my attack on him.

I was enraged, but at the same time, I felt weak. It was a strange mixture that was like feeling sad and happy at the same time. I felt all four of those emotions.

I swung my arm in front of me, hoping with desperation that I could drive him away with that alone. But it didn't happen, because I felt him spread my legs apart before I heard his knees hit the metal surface in front of me. That sound was a loud and painful as an explosion in front of me.

I continued to swing, but I could only go so far before the pain in my left hand became unbearable. Calamity took advantage of that by grabbing my wrist and holding it in place. I fought him, but I couldn't do anything. Now, I was completely helpless. I was at his mercy, and I didn't want to experience what was happening.

I hoped that by some miracle, Victory would come up and hack his head off with her cleaver before either killing me so that the pain could end, or so that I could fight her somehow.

But that miracle never happened, because I felt something hard and fleshy, like a semi-solidified tongue, enter the area between my legs and started to shake with fright. I had been expecting it, but that didn't make it any easier to face.

It had barley entered me, and yet, I was already feeling violated and feeling as if he was taking away what little of what people called innocence and childhood away from me. I was already feeling something that I could only describe as dread and trash like, but as he continued to push inside me, I could only feel as if my spirit was being destroyed, like it was the very thing being raped.

I felt the tongue like body part slide back and forth inside me, tearing me apart from the inside out, destroying me. It hurt, but not like the knife and the other physical injures hurt me. Those injures hurt more. This was a different kind of pain entirely. Something that I couldn't describe.

People often say that there are three main things that a person has. Body, mind, and spirit. All of them which serve a purpose for you and you alone. They are what makes you you. But right now, everything about me felt as if it were in tatters. My body was a bloody mess of beaten flesh. My mind was a broken mess of emotions and pain. And my spirit was shutting down. Everything about me was violated.

I fought against everything I felt, trying to get me to be me again, but while Calamity was taking advantage of me, and I knew that my thoughts and feelings weren't going to help too much. I was still helpless, the situation still hopeless, and I was at the mercy of my attacker.

It wasn't long before my own body started to betray me. I felt my vigina start to help the penis inside me slide back and forth easier, but not helping me coop with the pain. Even my own self was abandoning me.

My heart just seemed to explode with agony as my mind exploded with betrayal as my spirit just simply exploded.

That was when I felt empty inside. Just something that was supposed to be used and abused. Because I had been used by everyone, even those that I thought liked me, that loved me. And that just made everything worse.

As I felt everything inside, and around me crumble, I felt my eyes start to hurt. My eyes stung and my vision became a mess of crystal fog.

I began to cry. I didn't stop it, I let it flow freely, knowing that it didn't matter what anyone thought. Laugh at me, call me a slut, call me worthless, call me whatever you want, I don't care, because your words and thoughts don't affect me anymore.

Lifetimes. Centuries. Millenniums. It felt that long when Calamity finally released himself into me.

I felt the hot, sticky mess that he shot inside of me, and I almost didn't care. My only thought was: Is he going to do it again?

I hoped not. I didn't want to go through that again, but that wasn't for me to decide, it was up to-

The sound of a dying animal roared out as Calamity suddenly pulled himself out of me.

District One's Calamity Mershade's POV

THIS ENDS NOW!

I screamed at Zane as I bashed his face with the stump of a wrist as hard as I could.

Jen. Jen. Jen had been raped by Zane, and I just watched as it happened, frozen, watching it unfold in all its dark and morbid glory that was wrong on all the levels of the world. I just watched and let Zane do violate her!

It was unforgivable! I was not going to let him get away with this! I wasn't going to allow for this no more!

I continued to bash his face in as he made a grab for his out of control arm, but I continued to attack him with anger that knew no bounds. I didn't see red, I saw something much more than just that. I saw white, and Zane was the black that was tainting the world. I needed to fix this.

Unlike the times when Zane raped the other girls, I felt anger, sadness, and helpless to stop him. I didn't feel that way anymore. The only thing I could feel was pure, unadulterated rage that burned brighter than any star in existence. Maybe that's why I can control a part of Zane right now. I don't know, and I don't care, the only thing that matters is that I remove this tainted soul from existence.

Zane shouted obscenities with both confusion and hatred. He called me every dirty thing that he and I both knew, then proceeded to make up words. I ignored them, because I simply didn't care, I attacked, and attacked, and attacked, loving the pain I was giving myself in a weird and sadistic way that told me that I had completely lost my mind.

Zane suddenly managed to grab my bicep, which I then proceeded to force his head forwards and bite the flesh out of the stump of a wrist. Zane yelled in agony as I tore the flesh off the end of my arm. Pieces of bloody flesh were tossed to the side as soon as they were off the limb, and I went in for fifths, sixes, sevenths, more. More! MORE!

Zane tried to stop me, but I kept on going. Try to stop me Zane, I'll keep on going until everything about us is erased from history!

Pain. Pain is good. It means that Zane's feeling it as well. Zane needs to feel pain. All he's ever caused is pain.

I continued to destroy the end of my left arm, chewing it off like an attack dog until a piece of broken bone was sticking out. Pieces of uneven, bleeding flesh, strings of red and purple nerves and veins that continued to pump out blood, a sharpened piece of brown bone that looked like a miniature spear, it looked as if it were the arm of a grotesque demon.

I reached forwards with my teeth again. But I didn't bite my disfigured arm. No. I bit into my left hand and dug my teeth into Zane's boney limb. Zane howled out in agony as I grinded my teeth, letting it sink into the flesh before I started to grind on bones. But I didn't stop there, I kept on grinding on the tough bones, even when Zane let go of my spear like hand.

I kept on sawing my teeth back and forth until I heard an audible snap that sounded like pieces of wood being snapped in half, only ten times louder.

With an explosion of blood, I pulled my head back as powerfully as I could, severing his index and middle finger from his hand before it started to spray out thick red mist.

As I listened to Zane's cries of pain, I threw my right arm to the side before I savagely stabbed the sharpened bone through the bottom of my calf, just missing the kneecap. Zane howled as I fell to one knee.

Wasting no time, I grabbed Jenriko's left hand and suddenly pulled it up with all my might, causing her to scream out with a voice that threatened to turn me deaf. I wanted to apologise to Jen, but I didn't want her to suffer any longer than she needed to, so I yanked her hand up again, causing her to scream yet again.

I ignored the welfare of my eardrum as I pulled her hand up a third time, hearing her scream again as the blade inbreeded in her hand lifted up an inch. It was only an inch, but it was enough. I dug my pinkie and ring finger under the curved metal before placing my thumb over those two fingers.

With all the power inside me, I tugged on the blade, feeling it give way as Jen yelled. Her yells hurt my ears, but I wasn't thinking about me, I was thinking about her. I didn't matter, she did.

I tugged another time. Than another, than another, and another, and another, and another. Finally, I yanked it out an instant before Jen gave out a scream that knocked me to the ground and forced me to cover my ears.

After her scream was over, I removed my arms from my ears, and could still hear her screams as loud, thunderous bells rang in my ears. I couldn't hear anything except Zane screaming profanity.

I looked at the L shaped piece of metal in my left hand and stabbed myself in the left kneecap. I didn't hear myself cry out in pain, but I knew I did from the way I opened my mouth and felt something escape my mouth.

I ripped out the piece of metal before I threw it away with all my might.

I then began to crawl away from Jen.

What the fucking hell! Zane shouted at me as I crawled. What the fucking hell did you do!

I did what I should have done a long time ago, I told him.

Zane continued to shout at me, but I ignored him. He couldn't do anything, not that I'd allow him to do. I just hoped that I had enough time, that I had enough control to let it happen. I knew what was coming, and I was ready.

I went to the end of the cornucopia, turned around, and saw Jenriko. I didn't see the Jenriko that was naked, bloody, and defeated. No. I saw the Jenriko that I had... Well. I can't say that I feel in love with her, because I hardly knew anything about her. The Jenriko that I had came to want to be attached to. The Jenriko that had been kind to me, a worthless nobody that everyone else choose to ignore unless they wanted me dead. She gave me love in a way. I gave her nothing but pain. It was nowhere near a fair trade.

You gave her love. Zane laughed. You gave her the greatest thing that expresses love. Sex.

I laughed back at him. I knew that he was joking, but I still wanted to talk to him. Gave me something to do while I waited.

No, Zane. I told him. Rape does not equal love, and neither does sex.

What would you know about love? Zane asked.

Not much I told him, thinking about my parents and sister loving me. I thought about Ruby and how I might of came to have feelings for her. And then there was Jen.

Not much. I repeated. I'm only eighteen.

I heard Jenriko screaming again, and I felt really sorry for her. I never wanted any of this to happen to her. I never wanted any of this to happen to anyone. What Zane did, should never of happened to the others as well.

As Jenriko screamed a second time, I started to wonder. Why did I have that unfiltered rage towards Zane when I didn't for my family? Did I care for Jenriko than my family? Than Ruby?

For one sickening moment, I thought that the answer was going to be yes. But than I thought of how the correctional facility showed me that Zane and I were one and the same, not two different people. I couldn't control him, but I could control me. I had always been looking for someone else, Zane had been invincible back then for a reason. There was a reason I was never able to stop him. I had been chasing something that didn't exist externally.

And the other kids in the arena. While I did care for their well being, it was Jenriko that I cared for the most. She meant the most to me. So if her being happy meant that she would fuck an old man, than so be it. That was the reason that I didn't stop them from having sex with each other. I didn't like it, but if it made her happy, than whatever.

I blinked, and saw Jenriko standing up. Thick crimson blood was pouring out of her mouth as she looked at me with nothing but hate and anger. Her legs were wobbling and she seemed to want to fall down, but she kept on standing, staring me down like an animal.

I smiled.

Yes Jenriko. Let your rage fuel your body. Hate me with everything you've got, let that drive you to do what is needed.

I then saw Jenriko give out a roar as she charged towards me. I continued to smile as I held my limbs out. I wasn't going to stop her. She deserved this.

Zane, in a panic, started to shout and try to regain control as Jenriko ran towards us, jumped into the air, and kicked me in the face so hard that I felt my nose flatten into my skull as the top layer of my teeth shattered in my mouth. Stars appeared in front of me as the world went black.

I felt myself get airborne as I flew through the air and begin to descend towards the ground.

Zane panicked. I let out a breath of relief.

Pain exploded in the right side of my body, and I felt a long, sharp piece of metal slice through me a second before I hit the ground with a thud that sent shockwaves all over my body.

I coughed out a thick wad of blood as I slowly opened my eyes, to see human like mutts looking at me with their yellow and bloodshot eyes. They appeared to be smiling as they all grabbed me in ever area of my body before they started to tug.

I felt myself get painfully lifted in the air as I saw what I think was my right lever and some guts dangling out of the large cut that went from the center of my stomach down to who knows where down the side of me. Cut by the cornucopia.

The mutts continued to tug at me with constant agony on my limbs before I heard my joints pop and my skin started to tear. The sound of wet leather being sliced rang in my ears shortly before bones started to snap.

After a few seconds of unimaginable pain, I saw myself being severed into at least eight pieces.

I should be screaming with agony. Instead, I said nothing. I smiled. I smiled because this was all over. I couldn't hear anything coming from Zane, and this thing was finally done.

Thanks, Jen.

I then felt my neck being torn apart.

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

I felt as if I was breathing in fire. My limbs felt as if they were being shocked with lightning. My mind was lost, my spirit almost gone, my feelings were numb. And yet, if there was one thing that I understood, it was fighting.

So when I felt the knife that was buried in my hand being removed, I knew what I had to do. I popped my leg and ankle back in place, which hurt even more than them being dislocated.

I steadied myself as I got ready to end this once and for all. I stood up, and saw Calamity Mershade on his knees for some reason. I didn't think about why his was even more beat up than before, I only knew that he had to die. After everything that had happened, he needed to die.

I ran towards him and delivered the strongest dropkick I could give him, and sent him flying over the edge of the cornucopia where he could get devoured by the mutts.

Guessing from the silence he was giving out, I'm guessing her either cracked his head and spilled his brains out, or he was getting eaten by the mutts as of this very moment.

I gave out a soft chuckle as I thought that this was over. It was finally over.

I wiped the tears from my face as I felt something build its way up into my throat.

I instantly fell to my knees and vomited. I heard a large amount of liquid splash onto the cornucopia. The after taste of bitter acid and iron stayed in my mouth. I breathed in and out, before I vomited again.

I spat out some saliva as soon as I had finished pucking.

I opened my eyes, and even though I still couldn't see perfectly, I saw that a large red splatter had appeared in front of me. I had vomited blood up.

I should of been worried, but I didn't care. What was a little blood?

I wiped my mouth, causing a long red streak to slide across my arm. More blood continued to pump out of my mouth before starting to drain out of my mouth. I involuntarily blew bubbles with my blood.

This was over. I had to wonder what-

Bright colours exploded in front of me as pain spread across my face. And before I could even comprehend what was happening to me, I felt another rush of pain as I got blinded by bright colours.

I felt my head being pulled back as someone had their hand tangled tightly in my hair. Not wanting to get my face slammed a third time, I pushed back as they were pulling back, causing them to pull back too far before I felt the back of my head smash against their teeth. However, the only one to fall onto their back was me as I felt my feet slip and I fell on my butt.

Though I was blind, I could think, and I visualized what they were going to do. I moved my head to the left, pulling the hand along with me, nearly tearing out my hair, and felt a rush of wind gust beside my face before hearing a dull metal clang.

I twisted my body so that it spun in a half circle, causing my body to turn towards my enemy as I got to my knees. I then charged towards my opponent, trying to ram my head into their gut. I didn't get that far, because I felt myself being pushed down before my face made contact with the cornucopia, again.

Not waiting for my enemy to pick me up, I somersaulted forwards before rolling my body onto the body and sliding my butt down their back until my knees touched metal. It was then that I reached back, touched what I guessed was their face, and scrapped my nails up their face.

I heard a quiet grunt that sounded more like they were annoyed that actually hurt. And worse yet, it was a female voice. It was Victory. That girl still wasn't dead.

This had to be the worst timing in the world! Calamity just about finished me off before something happened that made the situation turn into my favour, but just barely. I didn't have the strength or energy to fight her. I was running on depleted, reserve energy. It scared me. It worried me. I didn't know if I could win this fight.

But just like with Calamity, I wasn't going to give up.

I felt Victory make a grab for my neck bandage with her free hand, and I made a decision that I knew was crazy, but it was something that I needed to do.

With everything that I could muster, I threw my head, and only my head, forwards, not letting the grip of Victory stop me from going. I kept on going, until I heard, before I felt, the back of hair being torn from my skull.

I screamed in agony as a new fire was built on my body. I didn't let it stop me though, because pain was temporary, life was for the rest of your living life.

I pulled back my legs, sprang them into the air, used my uninjured right hand as support, and used my legs to kick Victory away from me. My feet hit a part of her, and I felt her fly away from me before my body crashed back down onto the surface, sending waves of pain through my body.

Ignoring the pain as best I could, I pushed my body up, but I collapsed as my right arm gave way due to the immense pain that was coursing through my left hand. It felt as if my hand was being dipped in acid before my face hit the hard surface, again.

With great effort, I pushed up with my right hand, pulling my legs in until I was on my knees and still facing down. My line of sight went from blinded by colours, to a hazy blur of white, grey, and black. I was beginning to see again.

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

Jenriko. She was the only one that stood in my path between here, and home. This little girl that couldn't take anything seriously, and was blind to her allies deaths. She thought that everything was going to turn out all right for her. But she's wrong, because things aren't going to turn out all right for her, things were going to turn out right for me.

Calamity was dead. He thought that he could beat me by throwing me off the cornucopia. But he was wrong. He should of finished me off some other way, instead, I was still alive. The sharp edges of the cornucopia may of sliced through the left side of my face, but it didn't take out my eye, and it didn't take out my head or neck, so it was just a flesh wound. A jagged piece of the horn sticking out did manage to slice through the right area of what was just below the ribs, but it didn't kill me.

The fall didn't kill me, and the mutts didn't kill me. I managed to fight my way out of the swarm of mutts that tried to eat me alive, and while they did rip off pieces of my flesh, I still managed to escape from them.

I heard Calamity splatter on the ground, that's how I knew that he was dead. The mutts then ran over to him to finish him off.

Calamity was unable to kill this little girl. It was pathetic. She may of been tougher than I thought, but still, she was at his mercy, and she somehow beat it. Pathetic.

This was a clear sign from the heavens. They wanted me to win this game. I was destined to win this game. They saw what I was fighting for, and found it a worth cause.

I was going to win. All I needed to do was kill the little bitch.

I recovered from the kick that Jenriko gave my back, and quickly jumped to my feet, ready to give her some pay back.

I straightened up before turning around, and saw that Jen was still on her knees, struggling to get up.

This is going to be easy, I thought as I ran towards her and kicked her in the side of the head before she got a chance to get up. Jen flopped onto her back a second before I dropped my left knee onto her face, causing her to cough out an enormous amount of blood.

I then reached out and grabbed her neck bandage before pulling on it. But Jen made a grab for the bandage and held it tightly against her neck. The hand that she grabbed it with looked even worse than her face, and that was saying something.

With my free hand, I grabbed the hole that was in the middle of her hand with two fingers, feeling the flow of her blood and the bones that had been broken, and yanked on it. Jen let out a high pitched scream that hurt my ears. She continued to hold, so I pulled on it again, with the same result. I pulled again, and felt the gaping hope open up.

Jen's screams got higher and louder the moment that happened. Ignoring her hurtful squeals, I continued to pull on the hole, feeling the resistance of flesh and bone that held the thing together. Jen fought back, the top of my ass with her free hand, like that would help.

I continued to tug as she continued to struggle uselessly. The bloody hole was getting an increasing circumference as I continued to pull. It was painfully slow, but it was hurting her, and she was refusing to let go of the bandage, so she was paying the price, not me.

Then out of nowhere, there was a wet pop. Jen screamed. Then there was another, and another, before a sickening wet snap occurred before Jen started to wave her arms in every direction as her body did the same at the exact same time that I felt something sharp slash through the area between my legs.

Even through the powerful pain killers that I had digested, I felt a tremendous amount of terrible pain materialize from my asshole to my urethra. I couldn't help but cry out in pain as I grabbed the lower part of her arm with my other hand, and made both my hands pull in opposite directions with an all mighty tug.

An instant later, the sound of bones fracture and come apart rang through the air a nano-second before Jenriko let out the loudest, most painful, most high pitched scream that I had ever heard. My body upon reflex jumped away from her as it covered my ears with my hands before I tripped on my own two feet and fell to the ground. I didn't care though. The sound. Dear lord, the sound, make it stop.

I clinched my teeth together and pressed my hands against my ears tighter, trying to block out enough sound so that my ear drums wouldn't explode.

District One's Florence's POV

It hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts it hurts!

I clutched my hand and screamed as I saw the blood spraying from my left hand. Everything from my pinkie to my middle finger were gone! I could see the bones sticking out hand! This was worse than getting my hand stabbed and ripped out! I didn't even think this kind of pain was possible! Holy shit it hurts!

I continued to cradle my hand until I remembered just what was happening. Victory was still here and alive. If I didn't stop her, she'd do worse things to me. She'd do more than just rip my hand off, she'd turn me into what Tanner was right now. And I didn't even know how to describe Tanner's body except that he was more like road kill than anything else.

With that image in mind, I crawled forwards towards the Victory that was covering her ears, and clutched the piece of black and red metal that I had pulled out from Victory's body. I then stabbed her instantly after, not caring where I hit her, before dragging it through her body until it exited. It caused enough pain for her to get off of me, and that was all I wanted.

I crawled towards her as quickly as I could, and when I got close enough to her, I planted my right knee on her left arm and pressed my left knee on her chest.

I saw Victory see me raise the shard of metal up in the air before I dropped it towards her face with all my speed and power behind it. But Victory managed to grab my wrist with her right hand. She stopped my attack just as I was going to stab her in the head.

Victory than started to force my arm away from her, so I pressed my body weight down towards the improvised knife, and fought her movement.

Victory was stronger than me, even with all the advantages that I had. My knee was digging into her chest, I was on top of her in a kneeling side mount, and I was pressing my weight against her, and she was still someone better than me!

I thought of getting my left hand to help me push the piece of shrapnel towards her, but i thought of something else. Instead of doing that, I delivered her a powerful left palm strike, hitting the bottom of my palm where her nose used to be. Victory give out a little call out of pain before I dug my remaining nails and exposed bones into her flesh, dug in as deeply as I could, and raked them down the right side of her face.

My nails and bones ripped through her forehead and her eyebrow before they reached her top eyelid. It was there that my ring and middle finger clawed down her eye, scrapping the white part of it before clawing through her cornea. I expected to destroy her eye, but that didn't happen. Victory shouted in pain, but her eye didn't get destroyed like I had hoped.

Even so, I continued to rake my nails and bones down her face. Down her bottom eyelid, which dragged due to being caught in my middle and ring finger bones. The eye lid continued to come down exposing the red behind the eye lid as those two fingers went below her cheek bone. It went a little farther before both sides of her bottom eye lid began to tare apart.

I didn't stop there though, I continued to pull down onto her cheek, past her cheek, down the side of her chin. All the while, her eye lid continued to rip, exposing the flesh and muscle below her skin for a fraction of a second before she started to tear out blood.

The blood quickly pooled up in the little valley that I had created that ran from the bottom of her left eye to the very end of her chin. The crimson blood created a river that ran two ways, down her chin, and towards her eye.

Now she had one eye that was blind due to blood, and one eye blind due to being burnt over. She was blind, just like she made me face plant on the cornucopia. She was as blind physically as I had been mentally when this game had started!

Victory gave out a wild growl that was more like the growl of an animal than an eighteen year old girl. But even through that pain, she didn't let go of my hand. Instead, I felt something excruciating drive itself into my left eye as my entire world went black with pain.

I felt something digging and grinding on my left eye, sending a rush of pain into my eye socket. I shouted in pain as I grabbed whatever was grinding on my eye, and grabbed Victory's shrapnel encrusted arm and tried to force he away from my eye. But all my pushing accomplished was her continuing to damage my eye as she continued to painfully rub on it with deadly intent.

In order to avoid more pain to my eye, I stopped trying to stab her face, and instead, stabbed her arm that was grinding her finger on my eye. I stabbed her, but it didn't stop her. The next thing I knew, I felt a blast of pain as my left eye became hot and liquid like.

As I felt myself flail around wildly, trying to hit Victory with everything that I had, I could only feel pain. I could only feel pain, and think about how she just destroyed my eye.

Capitol's Conrad Blizzard's POV

If there was one thing that people got excited about, even more excited about the Hunger Games, it was the Hunger Games finale.

For many, it was the highlight of the entire game, usually watching the finalists fight to the death in one last epic battle for survival.

Right now, nobody demonstrated that better than Jenriko Florence of District One and Victory Valentine of District Two. Those two were fighting for their lives, and they were fighting with all their might. Both of them never giving up despite their horrific injures.

I don't know what the people of the districts thought of the final fights. Perhaps they thought that it was good to see the end, because it was hope for those families, hoping that their son or daughter could kill the other tribute so that they could come home. Or maybe because the event that they so hated was finally going to be over. Or both.

I don't know about them. But what I do know is that my people see it as the part of the games to not miss. The time when it would be the most exciting. The best part of the game.

Me personally, I saw two warriors that wanted to go home. Nothing more, nothing less.

I looked over to my brother, and saw him watching the final fight as well, though with a little more interest than myself.

He probably knew what the district people thought about the final two, being stationed in District Two since he was only a teenager. But I wasn't going to ask him. One day, I hoped to go out there first hand and find out what they thought of this whole thing. I knew mostly what they thought of it. They hated it, and that was fine. They could hate it, because I'd be afraid of they liked it. Unless they were from a career district.

My father wanted to send a message to Panem, but I don't think his message reached anyone. Me personally, I think that Capitol just saw it as a different kind of game, only complaining because it wasn't what they were used to. The districts just saw it as an extra horrific game.

I bet he's turning over in his grave right now, knowing that his message was a failure. But I guess that's what he gets when he tries to send a message in the form of a game.

I sighed as I thought of how people were just going to remember my father as a horrible person, just because of this one game.

He wasn't the best person alive, but he was the best that he could be. Even if other disagreed.

"Don't move!" I suddenly heard someone shout. I nearly jumped out of my skin as I heard that command. "Get on the ground! Now! Now!"

I quickly got to my knees, obeying what the authoritative figures were shouting to me. I could tell that they were peacekeepers without even turning around.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my brother wasn't following their orders. Instead, he remained standing, not doing anything. "Hey you!" I heard the peacekeeper shout. "I said get on the fucking ground!"

All of a sudden, my brother quickly turned around, and started to do something out of my eye sight.

I turned to my right, and saw that he had had disarmed that peacekeeper, only to get swarmed by five others and get attacked by them all at the same time. All five of them bashing their assault weapons onto his body.

Arcane fought against them, but even with his strength and skills, he couldn't take on five peacekeepers at the same time. They eventually forced him to the ground before they started to brutally kick him with their combat boots.

"Arcane!" I shouted, before I jumped up and ran towards the swarm of peacekeepers. I saw myself looking up at the peacekeeper before I even knew what had happened. I then saw him lift up one of his feet before a boot came crashing down on my side, causing me to howl in pain.

"Easy," A very, very familiar voice calmly called out. "Easy." The peacekeepers backed off a little, though three of them roughly picked Arcane up by the back of his shirt and both his arms.

I looked up, and saw my father's right hand man walking towards us, with three other members of his inner circle.

He got within two feet of Arcane before he started talking. "Arcane, Arcane, Arcane." He said in a disappointed tone, much like a father telling his son how upset he was when the son was caught failing a school test. "You really fucked things up didn't you." It wasn't a question.

"What do you think your doing assaulting the leader of Panem!" I shouted to my father's advisor before I got a boot to the side. I clutched my other side before putting my hand back to the original painful spot as it hurt more.

"Your brother was never the leader!" He shouted at me angrily. "He was just someone that wanted to cause chaos and bring the Capitol into anarchy!" He then glared down at Arcane. "Isn't that right you little shit? You made everything go to shit while you were up here, made a lot of people really angry, you know that? Want to cause a rebellion so badly that you turned against your own kind. Right? Right!"

Arcane didn't respond. All he did was look at the ground. "Hey! Answer me you son of a bitch!" He than grabbed what little hair my brother hand before forcing his head up, right before Arcane spat blood right in his face.

"Go fuck yourself in the ass you fucking ass monarch!"

It caused my father's advisor to turn deep red before he swung a fist at Arcane's face as hard as he could.

The fist made contact. The advisor looked like he was in pain. Arcane didn't make a sound and looked unaffected by the punch. It only caused the advisor to get even angrier. It made Arcane laugh.

Our father's right hand man turned to the three men that were flanking him.

"You two, hold him down. You, hold the little one down. You boys are free to leave."

The peacekeepers let go of Arcane and I as soon as the other three had a hold of us, saluted to the advisor, and marched out, shutting the ruined door behind them.

Arcane tried to escape, but one of the men hit him in the face, and another one kneed him in the gut. They weren't peacekeepers, but they were big men. Young too. Early thirties by my guess.

The advisor wiped the blood Arcane had spat on him with a white cloth. When he was done, he started to talk again. "Now that's no way to treat the new president of Panem."

I couldn't say that I was shocked, but I was surprised that he was elected so quickly. Normally it would take much, much longer. He must of got everyone to agree to elect him. Otherwise he was just flat out lying.

I looked at him, trying to see that he was lying. But everything about him told me that he wasn't lying. His body stance was firm, his arrogance had increased, and he seemed to let off a feeling that he wasn't lying. I could be wrong though. But either way, it wouldn't help us right now.

We were trapped, and I was scared.

What was he going to do to us?

Capitol's Arcane Avalanche's POV

"You? The new president of Panem?" I laughed, thinking of this whole thing as a joke. "More like the president of fruitcakes."

I then felt someone hit me in the stomach.

Coward. He couldn't face me himself, so he had his goons do it for him. He hit me once, and nearly broke his fist. Pathetic.

"Better watch your mouth Arcane if you know what's good for you." He said, clearly annoyed at me for disrespecting him in front of his goons. Well I never respected him in the first place, now I was just saying what I felt. Father wasn't here to tell me to be nice, so why should I be nice to a man that i didn't even like? Who's very leadership is horrible, and that was putting it nicely.

He always thought that he was better than everyone else. That he knew better. He never thought of himself as wrong, and that would be his downfall. Not only that, but he was violent and corrupt. Narrow minded as well. I sure hoped that he wasn't elected, because with him as president, he was going to lead Panem back into the dark days.

"What are you going to do? Huh?" I challenged. "Kill me?"

He then twirled his finger in a circle before I got twisted around, and faced my brother. Clutching his kidney as he laid on the floor.

"No." He said calmly. "You really fucked up the Capitol, the districts, and the games, so I'm going to fuck you back."

"Always knew you were a queer." I told him, earning me blow to the face.

"I'm not going to fuck you." He told me as he walked over to my brother. And much to my horror, started to unbuckle his pants.

I then felt cold rage towards him. There was no way in hell that he was going to rape my brother!

"No!" I shouted to him. "No! No you old fuck! He had nothing to do with this!" He ignored me. As he approached, his goon holding my brother pulled down my brother's pants, and the advisor already had a hard on. He had been planning this all along the bastard! "It was my plan! My plan! He's innocent! Rape me instead!" I fought against his goons, but they continued to hold on to me, and it didn't help that I saw one of them whip out a taser before he started to shock me with it.

I shouted out in pain as blue electricity coursed painfully through my body.

I fell to the ground, and was forced to watch my younger brother get violated by an old man.

My brother fought, but he wasn't strong, not like me. He was like a kid, short, thin, and weak against someone that most likely weighed two hundred pounds of muscle.

I saw him crying, begging for the pain to stop. It didn't stop though, and I felt helpless as they continued to boot me and shoot electricity through my veins.

This whole session of raping probably didn't last any more than a minute and a half, but it was the worst minute and a half of my life. There was nothing worse than feeling your only remaining family member, your younger brother, get raped in front of you by someone that your father considered a friend of sorts, as you couldn't do anything but watch it unfold.

By the time it was done with, the advisor pulled his pants back up and re-did his belt. My brother's tears and anal blood stained the floor.

As he walked toward me, got close to me, and squatted down, he looked at me with a superior look and smile.

"How does it make you feel?" He asked. His smile still the same.

I stopped pretending to be affected by the electric current that had faded long ago, grabbed the taser goon's taser arm, and slammed it against the old man, letting him get a blast of lightning. He cried out in pain before he collapsed to the ground.

I then turned the taser onto its holder, and let him get a taste of what he had been doing to me.

He let of his weapon as he also screamed before falling. No free of half my attacker's, I pulled the taser out of his hand, and turned the taser to the last goon holding onto me. He didn't scream, but he fell to the ground before twitching violently.

I quickly got up and sprinted to my brother's attacker, and let him get a mouth full of sparks.

Conrad Blizzard's POV

My attacker screamed as Arcane tased him before falling to the floor, moaning in pain.

"Conrad!" Arcane shouted as he dropped the taser and pulled me up. "Are you going to be all right?" He asked as he pulled in into his chest.

Truth be told, I don't think I'll ever be all right. This hurt, much like how betrayal hurt. While it hurt physically, it wasn't like he was raping my body, it felt more like he was doing something to my mind. Killing a part of it like how plants dry up, only a lot quicker.

I felt like shit. But Arcane had gotten the shit kicked out of him, even if he didn't show it. I would of felt selfish if I said no.

"Yes." I lied.

"Good." My brother said to me as he let my head go. From the way he was talking, I didn't know wither he knew I was lying or not. "Good." He then got up and walked over to the control panel. One the screens were Jenriko and Victory still fighting. Their injures even worse than they were before. "Don't worry little brother, I'm not going to let anything happen to you again. I'll protect you, I just got to finish something up."

I looked over, and saw that our captures were still groaning, and on the ground. Arcane must of shocked them worse than they had been shocking him for them to be still down.

Arcane than pushed a button on the control panel before he started to tare that section of the machine apart.

He ripped out the metal casing, then ripped out the machine parts and wiring before throwing everything onto the floor.

He then looked at me and smiled. "It's over now."

A sharp, deafening pop thundered in the room a split second before my brother's right eye exploded into an even bigger eye that exposed his insides. Blood and brain splattered onto the screens and the machine in front of him before he collapsed onto the machine.

"ARCANE!" I shouted as my brother's dead body slid down the control panel, leaving behind a long, crimson streak.

Capitol's child audience member POV

I'm glad that I couldn't sleep last night, because then I wouldn't of turned the T.V on to watch some shows to kill time before the games. But as soon as I turned it on at six in the morning, I saw that the games had already begun. I shook my friend awake and got him to watch it with me. My parents told me not to wake them up until ten in the morning, so I didn't wake them up, but I didn't want my friend to miss out on the games.

We watched the games with it's up and down moments, but in the end, it was all worth it, because how awesome was this? This was a fight worth watching.

Sure there had been other fights that had been good, like how Alexia had sprayed Vida in the face with oven spray, melting her face off with it, Victory doing indescribable things to Tanner, and of course, Caia brutalizing Calamity. But those were nothing compared to what was happening right now with Jenriko and Victory. In fact, most of the great kills had came from Victory.

After Victory had jabbed Jen's eye out, Jen retaliated by clawing her one and a half hands at Victory, scratching her like an angry cat. Victory of course, almost completely immune to pain, pulled her with the fingers in her skull, and slammed her forehead into Jen's chin.

I, along with my friend, oh'ed as Jen's lower jaw seemed to fit her with an odd angle.

"You think she broke it?" I asked.

"Hope so." My friend replied. "If Victory was smart, she'd gorge her other eye out."

"Look at her other hand you moron," I told him, pointing to the screen. "Jen's on top of it."

"Well she should jab her with her free hand!"

Victory then pulled Jen to the right, using her hand to fingers in the skull to force her over. Jen didn't fight back, and fell onto the ground.

"Fight back Jen!" I shouted, not wanting Victory to win. "Fight back! Fight against the pain!" But Jen didn't. Instead, she followed Victory's pull before Victory got on top of her and started to beat her face in with her fists. "No!" I shouted.

"Yes!" My friend shouted in triumph as he threw a fist into the air. "Victory for victor!"

I growled in frustration. I didn't want Victory to win, I wanted Jen to win.

Blood splashed out of Jen's mouth with each savage punch from the burned girl. Jen looked dazed after the third blow, and by the fifth, I didn't think that she was going to get up. My friend looked ecstatic. I was sad that she hadn't won. She was my favourite tribute.

She had been a fun girl, not taking things seriously in the games, keeping her spirits up. Everyone else was really uptight and not fun at all. But Jen's humour made me laugh at times. Then there was her kindness towards her friends. Especially Adrian and Tanner. Not only that, but she was a good fighter as well. The way that she had handled Timber, Dylan, Daria, Calamity, and now, Victory. She was equal parts fun and ruthless, I liked that.

Even when my friend called her a wimp for breaking down over Tanner and Adrian's death, I still thought that she was the best tribute in the game. Yes, careers shouldn't cry, and I was mad at her for that, but still, she was Jenriko.

Victory may of gotten the best kills, but I still didn't want her to win. Jen was my favourite, so I wanted her to win.

My friend wanted Victory to win because she was the killer of the games, the one that gave out the most entertainment and the one with the best kills he had ever seen. The way that she sliced and diced everyone and all the blood that she had spilt. I had to admit though, she had been amazing at disposing Trim.

As a huge amount of blood shot out of Jen's mouth, I thought that they were going to give the crown to Victory. She wasn't moving, and she didn't look like she was going to get up after the eight devastating punches to the face. Blood ran freely from her mouth.

I saw my friend jump up into the air with his hands high up.

"Yes!" He screamed. "I told you that Victory was the one-"

All of a sudden, Jen slammed a right fist across Victory's face so hard that Victory flew off her.

To say that my friend was stunned would be an understatement, and I felt the same way. Jen was considered dead by the other of us, and Jen's strength was in her legs, and yet, she threw in more power then her little body should of.

Jen then got up before she leaped onto Victory, ripped a piece of metal from Victory's body, and started to repeatedly stab her in the stomach in rapid succession.

She got in four stabs before Victory started to fight back, in which Jen stabbed her a fifth time before slicing her belly open, exposing her intestines before she ripped them out of her gut. The guts flew out like a can of worms exploding.

"Yes!" I shouted, jumping up with my hand in the air. "That shows you that Jen's going to win!"

But then something unexpected happened. As Jen was pulling the guts out, Victory backhanded Jen before Jen flew off of her. Victory then pulled out her own intestine! I looked on with shock as she pulled out a long, thin, red noodle like thing before she wrapped it around Jen's arms and quickly tied it tight.

With Jen's hands trapped, she was down half her weapons. And Victory, not even caring about her spilling insides, got to her knees before she grabbed Jen's neck bandage and tore it off. Jen's neck began to bleed freely before Victory shoved her right hand into the slit in her neck.

Jen looked like she was crying out in pain, but any sound she was making was muted. "Kick her Jen! Kick her!" Jen didn't do anything. Instead, she acted stupid and looked at Victory with a shocked look in her eyes as Victory stretched open her neck, making the wound even bigger. A larger amount of blood started to spill out of her neck.

Darn it! Jen had been so close! So close! And now she was dead! She just had to act stupid at the last second!

Well, at least her death wasn't boring, like Willow's, Vida's, and Alexia's. While Willow's death was cool because of the explosions, it would of been cooler if she had fought and died with dignity. Alexia's was also boring, choosing to commit suicide because Calamity had beaten her in a fight and pulled his pants down in front of her. Pathetic. And Vida, she had so much potential, but she turned out to be a sissy. She got her first kill, which was the girl that had helped her. I didn't like that she had done that, but she gave out a great kill. I was expecting her to be a little like Victory, give us a few more great kills and go down in an epic fight, but she disappointed me. She cried when she saw death. She wasn't a tough girl like she showed us when she was in the Capitol, she was just a sissy. Then she expired by bleeding from her eye sockets and mouth.

The most disappointing one of all was Kendrick. He was one of my favourites. Big, strong, and smart. He was Caia's protector, and I thought he'd go down in an epic fight as well. But Victory easily tricked him before dispatching him with little effort. Kendrick hardly put up a fight, and he cried as well. He should of fought better, he should of given us at least one kill, but all he turned out to be was a disappointment. At least he gave us a good, bloody, death at the hands of Victory.

There were other disappointments though, such as Malik who died in the bloodbath, and Adrian, who couldn't even beat a District Twelve loser. Perla was also a loser, though her fight was two against one, so she was a little bit better than Adrian. Still a loser though.

Selene and Caritta were both losers as well. Hardly fought and were more on the stupid romance side then the violent side. Caritta was supposed to be a tough girl, but she meet her end pretty easily. Selene was a career, and she was just a wimp who couldn't match anyone, which is why she ran away from the career group when Tanner and Adrian were fighting each other. She was too afraid to fight, which is why she ran away when her so called lover was on fire. Their only worth were great deaths, though we almost didn't get it because Selene stabbed herself in the throat. I'm glad that Calamity arrived and did things with her to make it less boring.

Speaking of careers, Dylan was also a disappointment. He was a career, and he couldn't handle a little hurt, so he ran away like a scary cat. He then showed his girly side when Victory caught him and killed him. He may of been smart and good at fighting, but he didn't show any of that when he was against Victory.

Wern was also stupid. She helped someone that wasn't an ally, and got killed because of it. Well what else would you expect? Wern should of known better.

And Adrienne. Bad girl Adrienne. She spent a lot of time in that room, doing nothing instead of going around and hunting for tributes. And when she got the chance to win the games with the simple push of a button, she didn't push it for some stupid reason. She had the key to winning, but she threw it away. At least she died fighting, it redeemed her a little.

And Zeal, Zeal was just stupid.

My friend was dancing around with joy, bragging that he had been right the whole time. I sighed. Jen had lost, but at least she had lost with dignity. If anything, I could at least say that Jen was ripping Victory's face off! "Holy cow!" I shouted as Jen's barley functional left hand was clawing at Victory's face causing her face to bleed!

I was now the one jumping up with joy! Jen wasn't dead yet! No! Not yet!

Victory twisted the arm inside Jen's chest, but Jen, with her right hand, grabbed Victory's arm, and forced it out of her throat with power that she shouldn't have. It reminded me of the epic fight between Caia and Calamity, Caia had gained strength for some reason, and Jen was now gaining that power! It was freaking awesome!

"Aw come on!" My friend shouted angrily. "Just die already Jenriko!"

"Kick her butt Jenriko!" I shouted with joy as Jen managed to get a leg back and kick Victory in the throat, forcing her away from her.

Jen then quickly sprang to her feet like an acrobat before ripping another piece of metal from Victory as she coughed for air. Jen then wasted no time thrusting the sharp metal at Victory's throat, stabbing her through both her hands and stabbing her in the throat.

Jen then pulled the piece of metal back, and a stream of red blood sprayed out of Victory's throat, hitting Jen right in the face, but Jen didn't seem to notice as she swung the blade at her throat again.

This time however, Victory grabbed Jen wrist with her damaged hands. Jen did the same with her damaged hand. The two then began to struggle against each other, trying to over power the other, both of them looking at each other with hate.

I couldn't help but get excited. This was it! This was going to be the end! "Kill her Jenriko!" I shrieked to the screen.

"Skewer her Victory!" My friend shouted.

Our chants became the only thing that I could hear inside the entire house.

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

This was it! I'm going to kill you Victory! I'm going to make you pay for everything that you've done here! I'm going to make you pay for the deaths of Jeremiah, Dylan, Tanner, Adrian, and whoever else's lives you ruined! You're a lair, traitor, murderer, torturer, and psychopath!

You're a monster that needs to be put down!

District Two's Victory Valentine's POV

I'm going to kill you Jenriko! If you win, what are you going to do? Live like a queen? Live in perfect harmony and parade around and have fun with your victor status? I bet that's what you're going to do once you get home. You're only fighting for money, honour, and privilege! I on the other hand am fighting for much more! I'm fighting for my sister, Valley! I'm suffering here so that she won't have to suffer as I have! I'm going to kill you so that she doesn't have to enter the arena and get beaten, stabbed, burned, lose an eye, lose her finger movements, and have to suffer as I have!

Unlike you Jenriko, I'm fighting for something worth fighting for!

Capitol's adult audience member's POV

Of all the tributes that had entered this year, there had been favourites in that flock. There had been Under dog Daria "Dare" Nettle of District Twelve, Dylan Drake, Creek Drake's sister, of District Four, Violent Vida Rosalyn Harkle of District Eight, and kind Wren Sylvia of District Nine.

But the most favoured of the tributes were Victory Valentine for her ruthless and superior ability to slaughter as well as giving us great entertainment. It also didn't hurt that was good looking, until she turned into a hideous mess. And there was Jenriko "Jen" Florence of District One. She was a career, so she was guaranteed to have some people that would like her just for that. But when she went into the arena with no clothes on, a storm of rumours started to rise up, making her even more popular. She was pretty too, so that helped her a lot, but not she looked bad as well, though not as ugly as Victory.

But even with all that, the majority of people had betted on Victory Valentine and Dylan Drake. Those that had bet their money on Dylan were disappointed to see him fall. His sister had been a victor, and she was his mentor, he had a good chance of winning. Instead, he blew it. He didn't even make it to the top eight, or even the top twelve. He was a great disappointment.

Victory on the other hand was looking as if she was going to win the crown. Even though she was severely injured, Victory was still stronger than Jen. Victory was older, taller, and heavier than the tiny Jen, and that would make the difference in this struggle match.

But whoever won this match, there would be happy people, and sad people. Whoever won, I was going to be a happy person, because I liked both of them. After this match, they'd get fixed up and become beautiful again, and I was really looking forward to the after party.

My compliant about this game is that it had started early, so I had missed some deaths. They had started early for some stupid fucking reason, killing the opening bloodbath for us, taking away the death of a career and a girl that god devoured by mutts. I'd of liked to of seen what had gone down when those had happened.

Then there was the issue of them not removing the bodies, which I found upsetting. Then there was the issue of letting tributes get away with things, such as torture and rape. I was okay with the torture as it gave more flavour to the games, but there were some that said that it was sickening. The only time agreed with them was when Victory killed Tanner, she had gone too far that time. And the rape. That should be obvious. It would of been fine to see some lover action between tributes, but there was nothing sexy about a girl fighting against a boy.

What the fuck was president Blizzard doing to allow that?

Still, it was great to see those naked girls, that was the only good thing about the raping.

Through disappointing deaths and watching tributes run around, there were now only two tributes left, and they were struggling to live.

It was exciting, the finale. One more attack, and it would be all over.

The girls struggled against each other, not wanting the other to gain ground.

The balance of power kept on shifting, but they both didn't give up.

Then one of them started to cough out blood, splattering it against the other's face. But she didn't stop, she kept on pushing. Then her eye started to tear up. But it wasn't the clear blue of water, it was the dark red of blood. She started to cry blood from her one functioning eye. But she still didn't give up, she kept on pushing like a warrior.

But the cry blood girl started to get weaker, and the other girl managed to get the better of her. The girl that wasn't crying blood pushed, and pushed, and eventually stabbed the piece of shrapnel into cry girl's throat before slicing her throat wider than it had been before. Blood sprayed out before she got kicked to the ground and started to thrash wildly. Her fight was over, and now she was just flopping around like a fish out of water. It was a sad sight to see such a mighty fighter go down to that level.

She rolled onto her back before the victor to be got on her back and started to viciously stab her in the back of the neck. Blood started to spray up like a fountain, hitting to be victor in the face. But she didn't seem to care, she continued to stab her until the piece of metal unexpectedly shattered.

That didn't stop her though, the victor to be started to claw at the back of the loser's neck, exposing flesh, muscle, and bone. She continued to rip flesh out until she got to her neck bones. The attacker then grabbed the neck bones, and gave a mighty pull. Nothing happened at first , but she continued to pull until the vertebrae snapped apart from her neck.

But she didn't stop there, the victor continued to pull the spine out, tearing the flesh in the loser's back until it was all the way between the shoulder blades. Blood gushed out of the back of the dead loser. There were no cannons to tell us that she was dead for some reason, but anyone could tell that she was dead.

But that didn't stop the victor from grabbed the back of the dead loser's head and start bashing it against the metal surface of the cornucopia. At first, only medium sized petals of blood shot out from the loser's face with each audible thunk, but as time went on, the blood petals got bigger, the thunks got louder, and bits of flesh and skull started to shoot out as well.

After multiple skull bashing moments, the loser's face started to shatter into pieces, splattering brains mixed with flesh and bone. The victor didn't stop bashing until ever bit of the skull was destroyed.

And she didn't stop there! Even though the head was destroyed and there was a long piece of ripped out spine sticking out from the back, the victor didn't seem to be satisfied with the death of second place.

With something that made me question the sanity of our victor, she picked up what was left of the loser's brains, which looked more brown than red, and started to tear apart the brain while screaming like someone that was insane!

She kept on screaming, and screaming, and screaming as she ripping the brains apart, spraying brown liquid and pulpy bits onto her naked body and face until she was covered with nothing more than thin brown gravy and bits of rotten meat.

Everyone in the room seemed to be in shock over this display of ultra violence.

But then we remembered that this was our victor, and the atmosphere changed completely. People started cheering and downing drinks. People started to dance around and shout out in glee. I for one was glad that this game was over as well.

It was exciting due to the bloody action, as always. But there had still been problems with this game. Some of the big things were that we couldn't send sponsor gifts for some reason, the damn thing had started early, and there, of course, had been rape. Another one of the problems was that there were too many suicides for my taste. One was enough, but this year had four. Vida should be counted as suicide as well, because some unknown force had killed her as well.

Suicides were bad, tributes should go down fighting instead of killing themselves. After all, it was their job to fight and die, not enter and kill yourselves.

And the game could of been longer, it wasn't even noon yet, but it was already over. Not only that, I had missed the first half of it. That had been bad and I had to practically guess what had happened.

All and all, this was a great Hunger Games year. It wasn't the best year, but it was by far not the worst.

As for our victor... Well... I couldn't wait to get a taste of her.

Time of active Hunger Game spanned: 5 Hours 41 minutes 22 seconds

Status of tributes:

D1 Male: Calamity Mershade: Dead

D1 Female: Jenriko "Jen" Florence: Loading...

D2 Male: Jeremiah Sentris: Dead

D2 Female: Victory Valentine: Loading...

D3 Male: Kendrick Reeves: Dead

D3 Female: Caia Wicken: Dead

D4 Male: Dylan Drake: Dead

D4 Female: Selene Ripple: Dead

D5 Male: Jamie Paradis: Dead

D5 Female: Alexa "Fortune" Langer: Dead

D6 Male: Colton Mullican: Dead

D6 Female: Adrienne Quintus: Dead

D7 Male: Timber "Saw" Carther: Dead

D7 Female: Willow Jacksmith: Dead

D8 Male: Malik Broker: Dead

D8 Female: Vida Rosalyn Harkle: Dead

D9 Male: Trim Fetching: Dead

D9 Female: Wren Sylvia Hayes: Dead

D10 Male: Tanner Hart: Dead

D10 Female: Perla Freuff: Dead

D11 Male: Adrian Colton: Dead

D11 Female: Caritta Desin: Dead

D12 Male: Zeal Skoda: Dead

D12 Female: Daria "Dare" Nettle: Dead