User blog:The Boy With The Pikachu Tattoo/The Specteral Games

Introduction
Well as many of you know, my 625th Hunger Games part 2 just ended, so I decided to start a new games between the interim of Part 2 and Part 3, so here they are. The Specteral games, and these are not a normal set of games. Basically there is going to be...96 tributes. Yep. 96. But only 48 spots for you guys, 48 will be old tributes, and I will be selecting them now. Well then, the 48 tributes who are not revived will be selected by you lot. Well, submitted. So yeh, District 1 to 12, and 2 per spot. Simple.

Yes, so now what they do when they enter the games. These games are actually set as the 725th Hunger Games, being like the 29th Quarter Quell, and so they are pretty special. The 4 tributes for each spot will fight in a smaller arena, until two remain and those two will be sent into the arena, and then once that has happened 24 times it is just like the 50th Hunger Games.

Rules

 * Now as I said above, it is Districts 1 to 12, and two for each spot so 48 tributes in total for the new, but this is the same for the deceased ones. Now, there will be 3 spots per user for submitting. I will have no maximum of old tributes.
 * The new tributes must be up to my standards, and I am being pretty strict. I want great names, and I cannot stress this enough as it is the only thing I care about, but I do also want a range of ages. Just saying, having 48 eighteen year olds or seventeen year olds will not work.
 * As usual, I will go other pages like Hunger Games Role Playing wiki, and profiles as long as you specify which tribute to take.
 * These are just a game games, I will not be doing reapings, train rides, chariots or anything like that. Just training scores and odds, and then the games. I am really doing these to get rid of the urges to write deaths while I actually do the Dawning of the End Games.
 * And again, as usual I do not want heavy advice, as it is horrible. I write games to be inventive, so I do not want restrictions on what I can do.
 * This is the same with backstories, this is a new rule. I want no backstories. If you submit one I will instantly refuse you from the games, and ban you from entering anymore tributes. I hate having to read backstories that are pages long, if you need something said like they are slightly mental add it to the personality. Please.

Tribute Template
The things in bold are compulsary, and the rest are just suggestions, so feel free to add what you want except a backstory.

Name:

District:

Gender:

Age:

Main Weapon:

Other Weapons:

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Appearence (Real life picture, lunaii or description):

Personality:

Fears:

Token:

Family:

Extra Information:

District 12 Female
4 tributes. 4 plates. Piper stands on the far side of the square, silver plate below her feet. Behind her is a high wall, covered with ivy, flowing down its breaches like a silken layer of gold water. Shimmering in the morning sun, beating down from above. From the glowing orb floating in the blue murk in the sky. A single cloud floating around, a thin white veil trying to reduce the light from above, by even a tiny bit. Across from her stands Eucalyptus, the confused expression across her face, the only information she gained was from a short message, her last memory being her tumbling into the void exactly 100 years ago. She brushes her hair out of her eyes, and stares into the centre, wanting to let the games begin, to learn more about why she was here. Rain locks her eyes on the centre, where weapons lay, waiting for the tributes to grab them. They lie in the centre of a fountain, fish darted in the pond, swimming about. The fountain is ornate, detailed with patterns of flowers. Real flowers though circle in paths around the edge, winding out and forming a path. The concrete glittered with gems, sparkling in the sun. Bringing a slight joy to this saddened occasion, tribute versus tribute, citizens versus citizens. Each from the same district being forced to fight it out, slowly and painfully. Lareyna stands stands curled up, the quite breeze blowing through her hair, breezing it slightly. She is fitted in a pair of black shorts, with a black tank top and a plain grey jacket. Each of the tributes wears the same kit, all ready to attack. Ready to make it through to the final 48.

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Piper is the first off, diving right in, bolting along, grabbing a thin long knife. She makes her way round, staring at the others. Rain has tackled through, grabbing a set of throwing knives before she steps back. She sets aim, her eyes flitting between Piper, standing by her podium, ready to take any fight, Lareyna, who is currently struggling with Eucalyptus over the only bow and arrow left in the fountain. Her first knife soars out her hand, striking the wall behind Piper. She spins around, seeing the threat and darts over, her knife spinning about.

The second knife catches Pipers arm, and snags the jacket. It rips down the seam, revealing a bloody gash. Already festering with bacteria. Piper uses this in her advantage, and chucks her knife. She seems to have better aim than Rain, and her knife hits directly beside her neck. It gashes open, and reveals a sprout of blood raining down, forming a small pool. Rain's body clatters down, her hands trying to reach for a bandage or something to stem her blood. But nothing comes, and the blood continues to flow. Slowly draining out, leaving three contestants. BOOM.

Piper turns around, after regaining her knife from just past the lifeless corpse of Rain. Her thick flowing hair in a mess, covering her soft face, and her vicious wound. She watches as Eucalyptus and Lareyna clash with eachother, both still struggling for the bow. Neither ready to give up. Eucy's dark brown hair flicks around, moving back and forward in a continuous wave. Lareyna on the other hand sticking fast, not sure what to do. A knife flies through the air again, but slams into the opposite wall, slicing right through the pair. Both of the pause, staring over at Piper. Her face streaked with both regret and determination. Not wanting to die a second time. She dives into the flowing fountain, grabbing a second long thin knife from the ground, and swings around, turning to face Eucy and Lareyna. Neither of them know what to do, but Piper does. She tackles Lareyna to the ground, and brings the knife down towards her heart, but Lareyna is faster than she thinks.

She rolls to the side, disappearing beneath the surface, and Piper turns her eyes to Eucy, which lock onto the bow hanging in her arms. The first arrow narrowly misses the silken wonder, the girl who dreamed so far but was betrayed by the boy she tried to save. The next one is far off, as Piper has followed Lareyna and driven herself beneath the surface of the water, her knife flailing out, and slamming directly into the head of Lareyna, digging deep into the skull, drawing a silent trickle of blood, not noticed behind the flailing waves caused by Piper. But when it grows, the water begins to bleach a pale red, a mix of red and clear, sickly in the water, but as soon as Piper notices it, and Eucy captures it in her eyes they both know who the final 2 are. Both just wait as the pool grows bigger, and wait for it all to end...for now.

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District 12 Male
The camera zooms around, capturing the four pillars in the room, each connected via a thin stone walkway, leading into the centre of the room, to a pile of weapons. Three kinds, a thin long knife, reaching far beyond half a meter, a silver axe with a wooden hilt, and finally a vicious lengthened spear, birch rod, fitted with a brass end.

Armstrong, Kole, Coal and Kyuso. Each one is wearing a black thin jacket, with a white cotton t-shirt with a pair of brown three quarter length trousers. All of them wait silently, listening to the countdown resounding around the empty area, the dark abyss below, the grey sky above. The whistling wind shakes the bases of the platform, and none of the tributes feel safe, all of them streaked with a slight anger in their faces, two 18 year olds, a 17 year old and a 15 year old. Coal stares around, to Armstrong and Kyuso, the oldest two, and then to Kole. Only a year younger, but much older than him. A bright line shines down, blinding each of the tributes, just as the countdown reaches its end.

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The light dies as soon as the countdown ends, and a faint glow is revealed. All the tributes dive forward, all wanting to be the first to cross the shaken row, and to grab a thin blade, or anything that they can use to slaughter their enemies. Armstrong is the first to reach the pile, grabbing a long thin knife, and swinging it round. It strikes Kyuso directly in the face, sending him sprawling backwards. He retreats back down to his column, but Armstrong follows. Half blinded by the wound, Kyuso has no clue what he has to do. His fist out for a rock resting on the end, and he swings it round towards Armstrong. Slow movements though, Armstrong easily dodges the swing, and steps backwards. But his knife keeps moving, and it slashes down the other side of his face. Blinding the second eye. Blood splatters on the cold grey concrete, and Kyuso lets out a pained scream. Sending Kole and Coal's eyes over to where they lie, Neither of them are bothered about each other, and seem to be planning to take down Armstrong. But this beast is about to claim his first kill of these games, as his arm flails out, and smashes the knife directly into the chest of Kysuo. Blood volcanoes out, spilling over the edge, falling into the abyss below as a stream is formed, crossing the cold stone floor, and water-falling off the edge. BOOM. Armstrong spins around, and his eyes lock on the two other males, trying to decide which one he wants to take the life of, and he decides on the younger one, the weaker one. He decides on Coal.

Kole and Coal are both armed as Armstrong charges, his thin knife swinging around, slashing about. Coal dives to the side, his silver axe flailing about. Kole on the other hand stands strong, the spear hold in front of him, ready to brace the weight of the axe, but it never comes. Armstrong turns at the last moment, throwing his knife head long, sending it smashing into the body of Coal. It skiffs his arm, and drives deep beneath the skin. Sending a fountain of blood spewing around. He topples over, but is not out. The axe falls out of his arms, and collapses over the edge. Armstrong grabs another knife from the pile, and walks over to where Coal lies. He is about to bring the knife down, when Kole jumps into action. He slams the spear down onto the back of Armstrong, and waits for something to happen. But nothing important does. Other than the fact the brute decides to switch his target, and turns around, his face flushed, ready to kill Kole.

Neither of them though are wounded. Kole dives backwards, leaping over the pile of weapons, his spear raised. Armstrong manages to get a third knife from the pile, and throws it towards Kole. Luckily it slams into the spear, slicing through, but losing momentum. It hits Kole's body, but damages nothing due to its weakened force. Kole drops the spear ends, and grabs a second one from the pile, and throws it towards Armstrong, but misses by an inch. He watches as it sails past his body, and drives its hilt into the head of Coal. Giving him three seconds to meet the eyes of his killer, and mouth one word. “Why”. BOOM.

The two revived tributes stand there, both staring at the dead body of Coal, and then to Kyuso. For the second time, both revived tributes came out alive, both ready to meet who had been their district partner in the original games. Armstrong clearly now recognises Kole, remembering him from the games that preceded his own. Kole who died in the Bloodbath, Armstrong who finished 2nd. Neither of them know that the allies in their games, Piper and Eucy, are waiting for them, waiting to be re-united, but as usual. Only one of them could survive.

District 11 Female
A thin glowing forest settles into view, a thin layer of mist shrouding the floor. Unlike the previous two arenas, no weapons lie in the floors, meaning the only weapons the 4 girls from District 11 will be able to use is their own hands. Or natural weapons that are littered across the floor, sharpened rods, poisonous berries that are scattered around. A glittering light falters down through the roof, and cascades down. Resting on the head of each of the tributes. None of them so sure that they can survive. But all four of the girls know that only two of them can leave this arena today. PJ and Hail are on one side, behind them rests a broken wall, the clumps of snow littered about the floor. Another viable weapon. On the other side, Jay and Eliza stand, both confident, and both staring behind them to the steep drop off, leading to an 100 meter drop, ending with a gracious flowing pool.

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Hail darts backwards, grabbing one of the rocks from the floor, and PJ mirrors her. They stare at each other, forming a mental bond. Deciding they will be the two to make it, through the the arena. On the other side of the small clearing though, Jay and Eliza are readying themselves. A thick birch stick from the side is now gripped in the hand of Eliza, with Jay choosing a completely different strategy from any of the others. She darts to the side, grabbing one end of the thick solid branch, and pulls herself up high. Climbing steadily up the soft tree, hidden away in the bushed rivets, shrouding her placement from the other three tributes.

Hail stands strong in her position, and watches as PJ darts over the clearing, clashing with Eliza. Her stick flails around, trying to smash the rock from PJ's hand. She misses the rock though, and collides with the wrist of PJ. Due to the pressure her hand relinquishes, and the rock flies into the depths of the forest. Now weapon-less, PJ backs up slightly, trying to avoid the constant swings of Eliza. Each one missing, but each one bringing PJ closes to the cliff.

Her feet trip over a routed rock, tumbling backwards to the edge of the ground. Her head hangs over the abyss, and she stares down. Her eyes locked on the lake below her, and instantly her head begins to spin. Her mind is muddled, thinking of falling down, crashing into the lake. Drowning slowly, and then falling asleep. An endless, tortured sleep.

Eliza kicks out, her foot colliding with the side of PJ's chest, sending her rolling that bit further, and landing her in endless death. Her body tumbles over, and smashes down towards the water. A few soundless seconds, before the splash sounds. Of PJ's corpse striking the top of the waves, and shattering on impact. BOOM. The cannon echoes around the abyss, and Eliza stares out into the forest below. That spans for miles, never ending. Eliza knows it is all an illusion, but for a moment, an irresistible moment she thinks about what her life would be like if she jumped. And left the games behind, and just took her own life now. Not letting the games change her, as already she had basically killed. Her first foot hovers over the void, but Eliza is unsure. The hesitation is streaked across her face, but it is never figured out. Hail does not wait, she dashes forward, and brings down the lump of wall down onto the head of Eliza. The blow is soft enough not to cause an instant death, but hard enough to cause eminent death, in the not so far future. The blow is clear, a swift dent inlay into the skull. Hail watches as Jay leaps down from the branches, landing on her feet, and slowly walking over to where the pair of 11 females lie. Her hands are now placed onto the shoulders of Hail, and they stand there. Both waiting, both knowing that they had done what they needed to know. A quiet wind blows, changing the hair shape of Eliza as her chest rises slightly, but collapses seconds below. A bubbling trickle of blood has appeared, coming from directly where the stone collided with her head. Its crimson coils create a vivid linear picture that clatters down her face, and soaks down into the soil of the grass. Gone forever, almost like Eliza. Almost. But Eliza was still there, just leaving fast. Her hand grips the birch rod, one last time. Tightening enough to show she would never stop fighting. BOOM. Even after death. Even now, when Eliza was gone forever, never to return. Jay and Hail stare at eachother, and wait for a moment, but seconds later the hovercraft soars down, lowering its ladder to retrieve the final 2 females from District 11. Taking them to the true game.

District 11 Male
The ground begins to roll, moving steadily, shifting in a slither of continuous golden breathed sand. The deserts wide, stretching on for who knows how long. But the tributes all know they will not be leaving this circle. None of them have a clue what to do though, as their arena lacks any weapons, natural ones or man-made. Just piles and piles of sand. And four metal plates, holding the four tributes, each decked out in a golden brown tank top, and a set of khaki pants, that hit their knees. They all stand around, waiting for the countdown to pass, yet none of the four know what they are going to do once the bell sound, how they are going to take the lives of the other 3, so they can enter the arena. Robin and Ames are on one side, Tempesto and Keegan on the other. Three of them are 15, with Ames being the only one who is 18. He stands strong, and watches as the others flit around, their hands quaking, waiting as the countdown breaks into its final section.

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Ames is the only one who moves when the sound goes, and jumps directly into the sand, but regrets it as soon as he leaves his podium. His feet smash into the sand, but they never move again. He struggles, as the sand begins to wrap around his legs. He stays on the same plane, but the sand around him begins to swirl, rising slowly in a spiralling column. Ames struggles against the constricting layers, and watches as the sand drags along his skin, tearing in tiny gashes, letting tiny streams of blood flow down his body. His clothes are torn within seconds, coated in blood, now melding with the whirling sand, causing the steady blur of red and brown. The other three tributes watch as Ames disappears fully behind the wall, his hair being torn off strand by stand. And his retinas being slashed down the side, blinding him. His screams are lost in the sounds of the current of sand, that is now slowly dying down. Leaving the blood ridden corpse of Ames, just losing its last breath, and as its ribs crash inwards, the sand stills fully. Waiting for its next victim. BOOM.

Each of the tributes stares about, wanting to watch one of the others die, but none of them move. They watch as the corpse of Ames, now just raw flesh and bones, disappears beneath the surface of the sand, swallowed whole by the carnivorous landscape. Off in the Capitol though, someone else has a plan. To make sure someone dies, and fast. A gamemaker resting over a button, slams it down. Drawing a cold but torrential wind to blast over the desert, sending the burning meat seeking grains into the wind, and pouring them over the skin of each of the tributes. Meaning it was just a race of who could survive longest.

The sand becomes thicker, now a full fledged blizzard. All the tributes try to hide their faces, but the sand cuts through the cloth. The blood flows continuously, but no camera is powerful enough to break through the wall of sand. It rains for about five minutes, and the cries are again blocked out by the waver of sand. BOOM. The instant the cannon sounds, the sand dies. Pouring to the floor, settling over the floor, hiding the three bodies. Each one lying on the ground, lying still. The Capitol sends a second blast of air, that sends the sand shifting off the body, and allows the bodies to be showing, but this still does not reveal the tribute who died. Each of the three bodies is coated in blood, a thick paste created with the sand, the clothes torn. None of them are identifiable by their appearance, but a second later the body of one of them is swallowed by the sand, just as Ames was before.

The camera waits on the two bodies, waiting for the other two to regain their footing, To show who passed, but it has to wait. But slowly, as time passes a body begins to move, just a slight movement, but enough to reveal the face. Scratched, bloodied. But recognisable. The face of Tempesto. His hair torn out, his eyes now just pools of blood. He is on deaths door, but alive. The hovercraft lowers down, picking him up, retrieving his limp body. It is taken aboard the craft, and then the arm lowers down a second time, grabbing the second guys body. And as he is flipped over, his face is shown, showing that for the first time in the selection rounds, neither of the revived tributes died. Keegan had survived, where Robin has died. His body disappears into the ship after Tempesto, and the District 11 tributes are chosen. Leaving 10 districts to go.

District 10 Female
The camera pans over the reservoir, a gaping embodiment of water, spreading for miles. Breaking into steep cliffs, coated with thick greenery, trees, bushes. Speckled with dotting purple, yellow and orange flowers. But in the centre of the reservoir lies a small island, that holds the four girls from District 10. Laquisha, Aliya, Clarise and Chiara. All of them look ready, posed to set off towards the glorious sparkling pile of weapons, lying in the middle of the lone island. Unlike the first two sessions with weapons, there was only one type of weapon. Heavy weighted clubs, ready to smash peoples heads in. The wind whistles by, and sends an army of ripples tearing across the surface of the lake, breaking the reflection of the coloured cliffs.

Aliya's dark hair blows back in the wind, Clarise's vicious sneer stabs into the others eyes, Chiara's golden blue eyes glitter in the steady sun, Laquisha flows in the wind, her face pale in the readying sun, her hands quivering, the legs shaking like mad. Even before it happens Clarise, Chiara and Aliya know what is going to happen. She keels over, her shoulders striking the ground for just a second before the roaring boom shakes through the reservoir. The mines break, shattering Laquisha's body into a million pieces, sending her flying into the faces of each of the girls, and splashing into the depths of the lake. BOOM. The moment the cannon sounds, the countdown breaks into its final seconds, causing each of the tributes to tense, as they know now only one of them has to die. The countdown begins to reach its end, and all the tributes, the 3 remaining tributes, prepare themselves. Ready to leap from the plate, grab a weapon and fight. Fight for their place in the final 48. Grips tightening, teeth gritted. Each of them were ready, and as the countdown reaches its end, the water quivers, and the cliffs begin to crumble.

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Clarise is the first tribute off the plate, and just like the others she does not notice the clashing rocks raining down the end of the lake, sending waves crashing over the surface, wavering towards the island. Building power as it moves. But none of the tributes seem to here the powering sound, all just focused on reaching the thick clubs. None of them know who they are going to try and kill, but each of them know its not going to be them. Clarise grabs a thick mahogany club, and backs up, watches as Aliya and Chiara both choose sleek oak branches, longer but less sturdy. Clarise swings out, but instantly feels the loss of the length of her weapon. Chiara can bring the club round, keep out of the swing of Clarise but still collide the end with her chest. Clarise flies backwards, her body rolling backwards down the hill of the island, bashed about. She ends up resting at the base of the island, beside the water. Her eyes face outwards, and she catches sight of the wave. Swallowing the whole sky, and enveloping the whole set of blue.

She knows it is to late, as Chiara runs down to meet her, followed by Aliya. They stand over her body, swinging the clubs. They state at the wave, and decide just to finish it now. The club swings down, and strikes Clarise in the stomach. The blood spurts out of her mouth, spraying over Aliya's face. She drops the club, grasps Chiara's hand and drags her along with her up the hill. They watch as the blood continues to flow from the lips of Clarise, her only aim was to see Craig again, but that was lost. The tidal wave strikes the hill, swiftly retrieving Clarise, and squeezing her in the steady cold grip of the wave. BOOM. The wave continues to move though, but Aliya and Chiara both know they are safe. It strikes them, and drags them off the island, and they are both lost in the swirls of crashing liquid, filling the reservoir, but slowly steadying around. Its aqua curls sparkle in the slowly moving sunlight, and crash over the cliffs. Ripping the shrubbery from the faces, and tearing the petals off each flower. The mixing pot of colour, vivid blue of the water, growing green from the plants, the each single multi-coloured petal that swirls along with the rest of the water. Chiara is pulled under by a claw, dragged into an underground cave faster than she can think, removed from the arena though the water, while Aliya is picked up from the top. Managing to keep on a cliff ledge she was thrown onto by the water. Her hair is plastered to her face, and she observes the scene of the crashing water as she moves, knowing that the body of Clarise was somewhere in there. A gracious place she would never forget to her dying day, not her first arena. But the one she had been given a second chance in.

District 10 Male
The tributes slowly rise from the plate, and instantly they are blinded by the blaring sun. Its golden rays crashing into the field, and the tributes stare around. Each of them peers over the wall of corn, trying to catch sight of their rivals, but the only thing each of them can see is a golden ocean, as unlike the others, this was a hunting game. Each of them then descends below the surface, staring at the undergrowth, the bubbling civilisation, holding a two weapons in front of each of them. A birch club, paired with a thin slab of rock, rounded at the end. Ready to work.

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Each of them dives into the forest of stalks, trying to keep the rustling to a minimum. Satan, Craig, Kenny and Rohan. Satan dives through the fields, silent like a mouse, his feet brushing against the rotting plants placed under the shelter of the layer of golden corn, showering him in a consistent malicious dramatized shine. His hair brushes against the top, sending out the lightest sound, that seems to echo in the emptiness, and the flurry of weapons comes on an instance. Craig had been facing the other way, just hidden by a root of corn, but as the stone sails through the air, Satan just manages to duck. Crashing to the ground. Both Satan and Craig know whichever one of them comes out of this alive, is going to be attacked in an instance. Craig's movements are swift, and he smashes through the plants, and leaps onto the back of Satan. His club is raised, and ready smash in the head of Satan, but neither of them are ready to give in. Satan's hand locks onto the wrist of Craig, and forces him to drop the club to the floor. It settles about a foot from the struggling pair, but neither of them notice it grow to a rest.

About 20 meters from where this pair lie, Kenny is hiding in the bushes. His eyes locked on the club lying in the writhing undergrowth. His was back in the ditch he found, being circled by a snake, along with his rock. He was defenceless, and he knew his life depended on that club. When he sees Craig and Satan roll over, moving them further from the duo, he darts out from the hidden layer. His footing is swift, and even if he is not the fastest, he makes it over to the club within seconds, scoops it from the floor, and darts back into seclusion. Even though he knew he could hear those two coming, he fears the worst, and does not stop fleeing, knowing both of them would have the second club, and could take him down in a second.

Satan now is resting on his knees, standing over the bloodied body of Craig. Blood flowing from his knows, slashes up and down his face, mauling the face that was actually a father, but never knew it. He reaches for Craig's club, but fumbles in thin air. His eyes flash to reach it, and notice its absent, but he does not let that hold him back. He spins around in an instance, and sinks his fists directly into the face of Craig. Repeating this action drives him closers to death, and drives Satan closer to being out of this field. Little did he know, that by killing Craig it would lead him to a swift end. BOOM.

Satan rests for a second, slowly wiping the blood from his fists. As Craig's body blends into the background, the field becomes silent again. Rohan, Satan and Kenny. None of them know, that the creature to take the next life would be something that was all around them. The sun continues to beat down, Kenny is now resting in a small ditch, hidden away. Fiddling with the club, and a slab of stone he found. Clashing them together, sending sparks into the air, but that fizzle out before striking the floor. But one doesn’t, one collides with a plant stalk, and creates a fire. The spreads fast, and is about to take a life.

Kenny is the first to be alerted, and he begins to move when the fire strikes down his leg. The searing pain is nothing compared to the one he would feel if he did stay still. His feet keep moving one after another, and he tears through the field. Not even hiding his screams as he moves. Satan hears the cries, and moves in an instance. The fire wall behind him, and the stalks now forming a maze. He moves faster and faster, but Kenny easily catches up to him. Overtaking Satan in an instant. His feet patter on the ground silently, despite the rapidity. And both of them are dead set on fleeing, not knowing the race was already over. Rohan, hidden away tripped as he ran, and was swallowed by the pain, and slowly, tortured to death, murder. Vicious pain. BOOM.

District 9 Female
The arena whirls around the four metal plates, set in a circle, and tumbles and turns, swallowing the darkness. The girls from District 9 all stand strong, ready to bolt to the center, but unsure how to get there. Each of the podiums stands on a floating isle of land, swirling in the vortex of wind. Around them lies other sets of ground, trees and boulders. The only thing linking them to the central area, that is coated with weapons, and a single flailing tree, is a path of boulders, that seem to float in the wind, hovering around. Waiting for someone to cross them. Silver and Allie lock eyes, and then instantly move away. Despite being both revived, neither of them knew each other, their games being to far apart. The other two girls, Liza and Chasity both are prepared, ready to dart from the plate. Both of them had practised on the rope course in the training center, and were prepared for anything. They watch as the winds waver, and the screeches pierce through the settling fog, and they begin to scan the make shift cornucopia. Three types of weapon, a thick handled mace, a thin sharpened sword and a set of golden bows. All of them are prepared, and they all wait as the countdown swiftly drops, and comes to its end.

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Liza is the first to make her way off the end, leaping onto the first section. Her hands grab onto the boulder, and she holds herself up, moving back up, and making a second leap. Allie, Silver and Chasity see her moving to the weapons, and decide it is time for them to begin to move, make their journey. Allie, used to climbing trees, leaping through tiny gaps, and over gaping chasms, makes it over the gap within seconds, and grabs a golden bow. She slings it onto her shoulder, and then grabs one of the arrows. She lodges it into the strip, and spins around. Silver, like Allie, makes it to the platform swiftly. She is about to grab a bow, when Allie turns on her, the arrow trained on her head.

“Make one move, at this will go straight through your brain”. Allie's eyes are filled with pain, the dark flowing hair cascading down her back. Little did she know, as she was focused on not killing Silver, Liza and Chasity were making their way round, and getting to the platform. Chasity reaches it before Liza, and grabs a sword. Sadly, as she moves she knocks into Allie, causing her to fire the arrow, which misses Silver, and is about to clash with Liza. She leaps backwards, tripping over the rocks. Her head smashes into one of the floating boulders, knocking her clean out before she tumbles into towards the ground. BOOM. This momentry break in Allie's concentration allows Silver to grab a mace. She swings it round, and smashes it into the chest of Allie, sadly the blunt side first. The weakened force of Silvers swing only sends Allie tripping over the weapons. Onto Chasity's side of the island.

All three girls are armed, Allie with her bow, sadly having no time to grab another arrow, Chasity with a vicious sword, ready to slice anyones neck open and Silver with her mace, but with no power to swing it. Only 3 tributes remain, and none of them are ready to kill. None of them want to make the first move. The wind slowly dies, and the cries echo even louder. Allie slowly moves towards the arrow on her back, and draws it quickly. Silver sees this as an opportunity, and throws her mace. Allie easily dodged it, but her quiver is not so fortunate. It smashes into the quiver, breaking every arrow. Chasity lashes out at Allie, her sword slashing right down the side of her face, drawing blood. Bubbling, golden, thick. Crimson rain, that draws the life from anyone. None of the tributes want to see it, but both Silver and Chasity are relieved it is not theirs. Yet. Allie stays still for a second. Her breath steady, her hair hiding the wound, hiding her face. They all stand still, all ready for the cannon to go. And it does. But it is not Allie's, it is the person who her last arrow strikes in the head. Chasity clatters to the floor, and her hand leaps to her head, tearing the arrow from her soft skull. Pain, soaring pain. BOOM. The hovercrafts are there within seconds, retrieving the body of Chasity. It flies off, but is replaced by a second one, that takes the survivors. Silver and Allie, both pained with what they saw. Allie was a victor, Silver came fourth. Neither of these girls were weak, and both of them would put up a fight if it meant dying a second time, and both of them would if they wanted to survive the next month.

District 9 Male
The light is shattered as it reaches the ground, shining over the 4 tributes. Kyler, Tyler, Copper and Elder stare around, each with a determined look on their face. They all watch the shattered light fragment over the walls. Creating a decadent pattern of shapes and colours across the wall of this stunning crystal cave. With only a few small gaps up to the sky, the cave is in seclusion, inside and safe. Lining the walls is a series of stunning layered gems, a variety of greens, reds and blues. Sapphires, emeralds and rubies, with a few clear diamonds sparkling in between. Across the floor there is a layer of green stained moss, soft and beautiful. All of this surrounds the true benefit to this golden cave, the weapons. Any weapon, and every weapon. Unlike the others, there seems to be no restrictions to the variety of the slicers, or mashers. Maces, axes, knives, swords and bows. Each of the tributes knows the weapon they want, and each of them knows how they are going to get it. There seems to be no outside chances of deaths in this arena, with no cliffs, mutts or anything. Just the tributes, blood will be drawn in this arena, and with two of the tributes being brothers, it seems to be two versus two. And the tributes just seem to realise this as the countdown breaks into its final segment.

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None of the tributes wait once the gong sounds. Each of them bolt into the center, all wanting the same consequence. To make it out of this arena. Copper and Elder reach one side of the pile, and each grab a weapon. A thick brass sword now lies in the hands of Elder, while a thin iron blade is held by Copper. When Tyler and Kyler strike the pile, Copper and Elder are already waiting. Their swords swing down, and just miss the twins. They both dart in opposite directions, trying to avoid the pain of being stabbed. Tyler just manages to grab a knife before he flees though, and walks over to where Kyler lies. They stand next to each other, ready for the battle with the two revived tributes, both wanting to be saved from the pain they faced last time. Two sides, one side with a single knife, the other with two swords. Neither know how to face full throttle though, and neither want to attack. They stand still as the ripples from the crystals shimmer around, shattering the air around them. They all long to be above the soil, in the green fields above, but none of them will make it there if they do not begin to kill.

Copper and Elder make the first attack, diving forward, swords flailing, trying to hit anything they can. Tyler holds his knife strong, but Kyler flees to the pile of weapons, knowing he is useless against two elite men waving painful weapons, when he holds nothing but his own fists. He manages to scoop up a spear, the first weapon he came across, and spins around to face Elder. His spear swings round, and lashes out along the face of the boy from 9. Searing pain streaks down his face, but he ignores it, and moves around, getting under the spears length. He lashes out with his sword, and pierces right through his stomach. He collapses to the floor, and writhes in pain. His spear now lying useless. He cowers, his head down, waiting for Elder to make the final blow, to take his life. But it never comes, as twins share a bond. And Tyler was not letting his twin die. The knife now protruding from the back of Elder, had been thrown from where Tyler stood, but it had left him defenceless. And Copper was strong. BOOM. Elder's body is still, gone but the Captiol's eyes do not focus on him. They focus on the sword slashing down the side of Tyler, sending him falling to the floor, bleeding to death, like his brother.

“Ky-Kyler...hel-help me please...”. Tylers voice is quiet, but it resounds around the empty cavern. Copper stands back, knowing he is already safe from death this time, and watches as the twins wait for one of them to die.

“I...I cant...I am sorry Ty...its to late”. Kyler reaches out his hand, linking with Tyler. “One of us..one of us is going now...and I am sorry...”. Tylers hand drops from the pair, and raises it to his wound. Trying to stem the blood, but sadly it is flowing more viciously than even Kyler's wound. He knows it will be him who is going to die, and is waiting for it to come, and finish. BOOM. Kyler's tears are quick, and they stream down his face, mourning the loss of his brother. He tries to reach his face, but his hand never graces the face of Tyler, as his body is removed. Leaving Kyler and Copper alone, in the cold cave. Waiting...waiting for the end.

District 8 Female
The setting sun breaks over the swift ocean, with 4 metal plates lying in the swift upturning ocean. A pale set of golden blue, that streaks all across the glass surface. Shimmering, shattering, shaking. The 4 platforms hold four girls, each of them wondering what they are supposed to do here. Mystique, Rain, Lilo and Quinberly. Each of them are has been through years of pain, but now they were to be put through their biggest test. No weapons lie in this arena, and it seems the only way that the tributes will be able to access the others through swimming over the glass. Little do they know that below the surface lies a fate worse than death, that would take anyone who entered the sulky vaporous platitude. Simple, but glorious. Mutts lie below the ocean, hidden by the glacier of water, the life is horrible. Each of them waits for one of the tributes to take a step off, and then they will swallow them whole. The question is though, when the countdown ends, who will be the first to jump off. Who will be the first to risk their chance at life, who will be the first to die.

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The gong sounds, beginning this round but none of the tributes move. Each of them know it must be some sort of trick, that something was waiting for them. Waiting for the first person to make a move. And each of them were correct, they all knew the same thing. 2 of them were going to die, and if none of them movie it would be all up to the gamemakers. They would decide who would fall, and who would prosper. How they would choose no one knew, but the time was coming that something had to happen. And the gamemakers came up with a logical, swift and easy way to make someone die. They increased the amount of water, pushing them all below the surface.

The water swirls in the now filling void, and each of the tributes begins to panic. The face of Quinberly becomes flushed, and hands of Rain begins to flail. It swiftly rises up, the beasts are released. And mayhem begins. Mystique seems to be the calmest of the four, she leaps into the sea, and swings towards Quinberly, her chosen ally. Quinberly is still struggling to keep her head above water, but Mystique easily helps her calm. She can feel the beasts swimming around beneath her, the swirls of the water tearing around, creating echoing ripples. That beat throughout the chasmed vice that shatters below the tributes, holding each of the beasts, that are about to take their first victims.

Lilo hovers around, f loating in the stilling water, and everyone knows that will not last long. The tentacle breaks out from the still glass surface, shattering the still surface. It seems to spread fast, and in an instance the world is in twinkles of glorious rain that swirl in the resounding air. It latches onto the ankles of Lilo, and drags her beneath the surface. Her mouth yells out, but this just creates even more pain, as the water flows down her throat. Filling her lungs.. She knows she is gone, and her sight begins to fade. Her eyes flutter shut, and the scalene tentacle tightens, returning to the body of the mighty mutt. Glowing eyes, single piercing grinding pain shines from the dark chasm. For a single instance they appear, before flitting shut, and disappearing just as Lilo's last chance of life did. BOOM.

The three tributes above the water stare around, trying to work out the other person you passed on. Quinberly and Mystique know either Rain or Lilo have gone, and are waiting for the second cannon to follow. They are still resting by the metal plate, just managing to hold on, the sea having stopped growing. On the other side of the circle, Rain swims. Her hair soaked, and moving independently from her body. Mixing with the water, causing a blur of brown mixture. She watches as a fin appears from above the surface, and makes a decision within an instance. She does not want to die in the mouth of the shark, she does not want to let the teeth of the beast grasp her chest, breaking each single bone in the body singly. Her head ducks beneath the surface, and never returns. She uses her last effort to push her body down, using her arms to swim as far as she can. She can feel the depth causing pain to her head, but tries to push it off. Knowing if she stops now she will be ready for the shark to eat her. But little did she know the Gamemakers had paused the mutts, allowing her to finish this deed by herself. Letting her take her own life. Drawing this dramatic round to a slow and painful end. BOOM.

District 8 Male
A bright flash begins this arena, revealing a plain grass field, captured on three sides by raging cliffs, the other is blocked by a terror filled gate, golden brass locks. Around about 10 metres high, attatched to a wall that streaks right across the fourth side of the field. No way out of this place, and there is only a limited space to hide, but none of these tributes seem to want to run. Each of them has a cruelty in their eye, that could mean only one thing, they wanted to draw blood. They wanted this field to be coated blood. Dexter, Chase, Toby and Down. Four boys, each of them lock their eyes on a weapon, one weapon of the many many weapons that lie in the center. Swords, maces, spears and knives. The soft bed of green grass, coated in a fine aged dew. The cliffs of rugged golden rocks, that echo around giant ringing arena. Each of them are wearing a pair of black trousers, and a light green jacket, over the brown shirt below. Each of them is soaked in sweat from the beating sun, and each of them counts with the steady lowering beat, that reaches its end swiftly, and concisely.

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All the tributes dart out from their podiums, and each of them fast, and each of them strong. They all grab a weapon, not really caring what weapon they get, but with each of them now armed, the question was who would do the killing. They sort of break off, each backing away, back to their podium. Staring around, sussing up their opponents. Chase and Toby had a resounding lead over the other two, having both scanned through tapes of the previous District 8 males, they knew the strengths of both Dexter and Down. But also the weaknesses. Chase is holding a thin sabre like blade, about a meter long with a stiff short handle. Toby standing next to him holds a thick bladed golden axe, while across from him Dexter holds a similar weapon in size and shape, but with a much more delicate pearled colour. That seems to wrap around the blade, and added it a softer tone to the otherwise lethal blade. Unlike the other three, Down holds a completely different weapon, a silver length of wire, coated in tiny thin razors for a meter along it. A deadly weapon, used to strangle in speed.

Chase is the first to move, he darts out towards his side. Lashing out with his sword at Toby's face, but neither of these boys are going to die without a fight. Toby's axe was already raised when Chase let out his first move, and the problem with a weak weapon such as a sabre sword, it shatters very easy. The splinters fly out, and one lashes into the eye socket of Toby. His hand grabs his face, the screams echoing around. This signal sends Down and Dexter into joining the fight. They both run over to the pair, but stop and watch as Toby's eyes mutilates with the metal fragment lodged inside. A mixture of the jelly inside the eyeball, and a thick torrent of blood cascades down his face. Scolding his hand, and burning the screams. Despite the length of the fragment, it has lodged directly into his body, and was a fatal infringement of his head. BOOM. The first blood had been spilt onto the field, and this sends the remaining three wanting more.

Chase grabs the axe from the dead body of Toby, slashing down his face as he does so, soaking it in the same red juice that lies before him. Each of them are armed, but Down seems at a slight disadvantage. The other two wield powerful weapons, while he lies with a limp line of wire, only a strong weapon in traps and close range fighting. The other two boys instantly know the weaker target, and they know who they are going to take down. But the thing was, Down was not gonna go down without a fight. He decides he needs to act first, and lashes out. Both of his hands have a part of the wire, allowing him to wrap the wire round the wrist of Dexter, digging the spikes into his skin. Drawing a stream of blood. The axe falls to the floor, Dexter's wrist having relinquished when the wire tightened. Chase takes this as his opportunity, and swings his newly aquired axe into the back of Down. It sinks beneath the surface, and Down instantly crumples. Dragging the wire off the hand of Dexter, but causing even more blood to flow. Opening gaping gashes down his hand, but Dexter ignores the pain, and swings the axe repeatedly into his head, wanting this guy to fall, wanting this guy to die. And he achieves his purpose. BOOM.

District 7 Female
A forest comes into view, that seems fitting for the girls of District 7 to fight on. Mae, Willow, Aurora and Blair stand in a circle, each of them on the tips of their toes, ready to dart into the middle. In the center of this clearing lies only 3 weapons, 3 long fingered knives. Any person who could count would notice the lack of one weapon to tributes. Around them is a much more different forest from what was seen earlier. No gracious leaves grace the branches of these trees, no light shatters on the ground. In the sky lies a single moon, shrouded in darkness. The limp, bare trees stalk around the dead grass, that is a cursed colour. Of death and blood, but fined out to cause the spikes to rise in independent swirls.

Mae shivers in the reduced weather, the chilling cold seems to spread further as the countdown reaches the end. Willow stares behind her, trying to see what lies behind the darkness, hidden away in the depths. Aurora's hand locks onto a thin metal bangle in her pocket, her token, but that tiny detail brought the whole memory of her previous games flooding back. Blair on the other side of the clearing tenses her fists, getting ready to run as the countdown runs down to the end.

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Everyone darts forward, but only the three fastest will be able to arm themselves. And from the moment they step off their podiums it is clear who that will be. Blair tumbles to the floor, her foot caught in a small indent in the soil. Her face crashes into the lush soil, smearing down her face. She struggles to her feet, but watches in vane as the other three girls each grasp a blade in their hand. Her instant reaction is probably her best one to date, she flees. Her feet clatter on the ground, her arms swinging at her side. She breaks into the darkness, and the pants begin to grow. The out reaching branches snare at her clothes, causing tiny shreds to be torn into her clothes, the a couple thorns snag into her skin, drawing blood. But compared to the pain she would feel if she had stayed, this is minute. But sadly, this was not how these rounds work. To win these, to survive you have to stay and fight, running was not an option. And the paralysis serum now pulsing into her body takes hold. First she feels an innocent tingle in the tips of her fingers, but a little while later is coarse up her arms, and she loses feel in them all. Her feet and legs come next, and for the second time she falls flat to the floor, this time in so much pain. But also, unable to get up. She writhes on the floor for only a minute, as the serum continues to move, taking hold of her back, and her neck. Before finally, taking hold of the one thing someone needs to live. The heart. BOOM.

The cannon comes as a surprise to the three girls still back at base, all of them spin to face where Blair had gone, stopping their fighting for just one second. All eyes remain locked on their for a minute, maybe longer. None of them move, none of them know what to expect. The cannon had gone, they knew she was dead, but what killed her. Was Willow right to believe there was something else our there. She lowers her blade, and moments later Aurora and Mae mimic her movement. None of them want to cause a sudden movement, fearing something will take them down. After about 20 minutes of standing still, they realize something stopped Blair that was long gone now, that had fled, or was placed there just to stop anyone fleeing them.

Aurora is the first to realize this, and within a moment she spins around. Her blade flying towards the chest of Willow. Her blade misses though, with Willow's backing up, and her face filled with horror. She throws out her arm, trying to smash Aurora in the face. Mae stands beside them, her face flushed, watching these duo throwing strikes back at them, one after another. This was her moment, whoever she chose to side with was saved, the other would die. And it was now just to decide who would be stronger, and who would be a bigger asset in the arena. The weak 12 year old, who clearly has problems with her pass, or Willow, a girl she had found to hate while back in then Capitol, almost an invisible choice. Clear to the normal eye. Willow had no chance, and the blade comes from no where. It slashes across her neck, and drags the blood out from her body, and strewns it across the sullen forest. Burning to the eyes of these innocent duo, just trying to fight for their lives. Willow's empty shell of a body crunches to the floor, blood pouring from the open wound, and with the last drop of blood to fall out, her spirit leaves. BOOM.

District 7 Male
 The cold breeze sweeps over the barren mountain landscape, that has been carved out by the torrential rain that pours down. Striking the land with each force it can give. The tributes hold their jackets tight, trying to keep as dry as possible, while also scanning the area around, working out where they are. What to do. Ventus stares around, wearing a pale grey jacket, with a pair of dark water proof trousers. Beside him Hunter wears a murky green, like the trees that are splattered in the distance, but hidden by the shield that is the rain. In the center, the weapons are coated in a shimmering rag, but it is clear of the abundance of them. This pile is not small, rising about a meter off the ground. Over on the other side of the clearing, Garret stands with a navy jacket, that he holds tight. His hood up, just trying to catch the eyes of his competitors, to see what they are going to do once the klaxon sounds. Finally, in the corner. Currant is huddled, holding his breath. Waiting. He wears a dim red, a darker colour than most, a sort of maroon. It stands clear out from the background, clearer than most. But unlike the others, he does not seem scared. Behind him is a steep cliff, with a small path leading down into the abyss, an endless abyss. As he is staring, the final stages of the countdown appear, and begin.

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 The instant it ends, the splashing begins. Each of them leaps from where they were imprisoned, breaking through the thin layer of mud coating the ground, to where the weapons were supposed to be. But once Garret rips off the rag, nothing is their other than a wire mesh frame. Holding up the cloth, meant to drag the four boys into a false sense of security. The realism is washing over the boys one by one, and they realize that the fists are the only weapon, and no mutt was coming. It is time to fight, and it was bear knuckle.

 Garret swings out his fist, and makes the first contact of this round. His knuckles sink into the face of Hunter, sending him flying backwards, splashing into the mud. His murky green jacket, almost disappears in the mud, but Garret finds him easily. He leaps over, tackling the rising figure to the ground, and jumping on top of him. He slams a second fist into his face, but Hunter is not down and out, despite being at the weaker end of the spectrum. He lets his hand fly out, and wraps it around Garret's wrist, throwing him to the left, allowing him to escape from under Garret's strong grasp. He throws his weight up, and scrambles to his feet. His foot flies out, and smashes into the face of Garret, slamming his head into the thick mud. But twisting his neck slightly to the left, enough to cause a searing pain to shoot up his spine, and down to his brain. The resulting scream is cut short, but Hunter's hands locking on the face of Garret, and snapping it sharply to the left. BOOM.

 On the other side of the mesh, Ventus and Currant are fighting. The cannon phased them for a second, but they got back to fighting almost as soon. They are rolling through the mud, their jackets now both a golden brown, mixed with a few specs of red from beneath. Currant found a spiked rock, that was hidden beneath the surface of the mud. He is hovering it over the face of Ventus, with only Ventus' strength stopping it from plunging into his surface. Neither of them seem to notice how close they are to the edge, and with each movement dragging them closer. Hunter, who has been watching this fight since Garret dies, joins in the fight. He dives over, grabbing the scruff of Ventus' neck. He grabs the rock from his hand, and lets out a single laugh, before swinging to rock towards the neck of Ventus. But this boy from 7 was not going to give up yet, he was not going to let the 13 year old from his own district beat him, and his elbow makes contact with the one place a boy cannot help but feel pain in. Hunter crumples to the ground, and Ventus makes an instant move, he leaps out of the way of the stone, and mutters to Currant.

 “We work together now, we kill him, we go our seperate ways in the arena”. Currant thinks for a second, but instantly knows his move. He jumps to his feet, and with the power of the two boys they each grab an arm of the limp boy, and heave him over the edge, into oblivion. BOOM.

District 6 Female
The camera is emerged in darkness, blinding everything from the sight of the camera. Slowly, but surely the camera seems to adjust, showing four figures, each standing in different corners of the darkened room. In the middle lies a blackened pile, with no clue as to what actually lies. After about 10 seconds of darkness, a fire bursts into light on each wall, with this light blooming, the 4 girls cower. Adjusting slowly to the light, and staring to the center, where only one type of weapon lies, massive chunks of brick, heavy and weighted. Each with enough power to crack open a skull, or break the bones. The 4 girls from District 6 all stare in, trying to assess the situation. Vixen, Ruby, Layla and Camellia. Each girl waits, not even sure if they will run in when the bell goes, but wonder where they would go if they did not. As the concrete walls were sealed tight, and the only place to go was forward. But they could only leave their prison when the sound goes, and as the countdown breaks down to its end, they all get prepared to move.

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The countdown ends, and each of them run as if in unison. Each one seems to be matching the same speed, even if the age range is wide. Vixen being the youngest, while Ruby and Camellia take the job as oldest in the group. Ruby grabs a thick rounded rock, steady but weighted, powerful. This was not her first time wielding a weapon with the idea to kill. She was not a girl with blood off her hands, she had killed before and she was willing to kill again. All four girls are armed with a stone before the first means of fighting begins. Ruby lunges out at Layla, her rock flying towards the pristine skull, but misses by a fair chunk. Layla instantly begins to move, rolling to the side, her rock held fast in her hand. It is much sleeker, with a rough coarse edge. She takes a different tactic to the savage killer, and launches her stone towards the head of Ruby. Her accuracy is much more detailed, and precise than the revived tribute though, and it slams into the jaw of Ruby, spilling the blood all down her pale top. She clutches her face in pain from the non-fatal wound, but watches as Layla grabs a second rock, and approaches.

Behind her Vixen and Camellia are locked in their own battle. Both of them are very fast, and both chose smaller, but sharper rocks than the two girls behind them. They lash out at each other, slowly, so slowly, they are scratching each other to death. Blood flows on the ground, scratches coating their arms, legs and stomachs. The worse scratch being a long thin one caused by Vixen, that lies along the length of Camellia's face. It is still letting a small trickle of blood flow, but the largest pool on the floor was caused by this wound. Neither of them seem to be making any improvement, when the worse happens. From behind them, Layla smashes her rock over the head of Ruby, throwing her backwards, crashing into the fighting duo. Vixen manages to back off fast enough, but Camellia is taken down by the dying body. Her head slams into the rock from Vixen's out reached hand, and supplies a large dent in the side, clear but almost kind to the eye. Sadly to the brain inside, the dent has caused the end. But the girl beside her, Ruby, is suffering from the exact same feeling.

Vixen and Layla stand above, watching over the two girls. Neither of them seem to move, and both have their fate sealed, but Layla and Vixen do nothing to speed up their endless pain. They just let the wounds they created do the work for them. Supplying them time to just calm down, and relax. Ruby's chest seems to be elevating at a slower rate, and soon, it stops fully. BOOM. Camellia seems not to be doing much better, she seems to be struggling with herself. At some moments the rapidity of her breaths is rapid, but seconds later it drops to the end. Just enough to keep her body going. Her hair is over her eyes, but if it had blown just to the side, the clear glowing eyes would be revealed. That showed the true angst in her body, that now just wanted it to go away. That wanted the pain to end, that wanted to die. But her body was pushing her through for now, but her time was coming to an end. Her heart was slowing, her breath was going cold. And her eyes, twinkling in the steady firelight, a soft brown, seem to flicker shut, yet they stay wide open. But all life that lay within them before leeks out, and now they look like empty shells, empty shells, to an empty body. BOOM.

District 6 Male
Steam floods the camera, blocking the rock platform that holds the four boys. Axl, Sincius, Jack and Benjamin. The open volcano mouth is bubbling with lava, churning away. A deep crimson red, with specks of glowing orange, and molten black. Its heat waves up, in heptagonal rings, flowing over to the tributes, blowing them to a red flushed face. Swelling heat, but none of them care. Each of them has their eyes locked on one thing, and I mean one thing. A single blazing ruby sword, with a platinum hilt, and embedded with small emeralds to form the letter C. The rocks that are around it form a circle, meaning the tributes have to leap over, to reach the blade. There is 3 paths that lead off from the plateau, and out to the rim of the volcano. Each is frail, and thin but sometimes it may be the only chance for a tributes survival.

The arena wear this year is very bare, but is perfect for the heat. All the boys wear is a pair of tight black shorts, and a pair of thick boots. The sweat is already pouring down their bodies, and even with the bare wear, they are boiling, and just want the countdown to end, so they can break free from this environment, or die trying.

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Each of them leaps off their podiums, striding the 6 meters that lies between the silver podiums, and the circle of rocks. But this is where they clash. Each of them flails out their fists, trying to get the sword. Axl's hands lock on the handle, but none of the others are going to let him wield the blade. Sincius kicks out, smashing him in the knees, buckling him to the floor. But still, the sword stays in his hand, and swings out. Sincius backs out the way, but Jack does not have the same sense. The sword tears right through his stomach, splattering blood everywhere. His lifeless body falls to the floor, the blood flowing out. Matching the colour of the raging lava, filling the crater below them, yet none of the tributes notice this. They just focus on Axl, the blood crazed demon, wanting to take his second kill, to match the dead body of Jack, that now lies spralled across the floor. BOOM. Sincius notices the murderous gleam in his eyes, and knows what is coming. He backs off, heading towards one of the bridges out of the place. Trying to flee, but as he crosses the platform, he notices the lava, now slowly eezing onto the plateau, taking up the space behind him.

Sincius is the lucky one though, his leap takes him onto the rim, and at least 3 meters above the lava level, he is safe. For now. The camera pans back to the center, the land that is raised only a single meter above where the lava lies. And within a few minutes, it will be up to where they are, ready to burn. And scold them, and take one of their lives.

Axl takes a step towards Benjamin, the 12 year old boy, and watches as he backs to the edge of the circle of fire. Ringed in a painful treat for those who fall into its depths. Benjamin knows he has to either attack, or risk his death in the lava. And he knows the latter will cause his death. So he chooses to fight, with one step forward, and a dive at his legs. He tackles from behind the legs, that sends Axl tumbling to the floor. But also sends his axe skittering across the floor, and flowing into the lava. It disappears beneath the surface, the ruby red blade, a glorious speciman, now disappearing from sight. The platinum hilt melting in the extreme heat. Dexter's body is now covered in scratches, his toned muscles now coated in white scratches from being thrown to the floor. But Benjamin is not much better. His legs are coated in a thick red liquid, a golden leek of blood that results in death if let out.

Both of the boys gain to their feet, the lava now less than a meter above them, around half a meter. Both of them have no weapons, both of them are wounded. And both of them want to survive. But neither know what pain they will have to release to reach this conclusion. Axl swings out his fist, but misses by a foot, and with the forward momentum he tumbles to the ground, on his hands and knees. Benjamin leaps onto his back, trying to force him onto the ground. But this was his mistake, the forward force from Axl throwing him sends him flying into the lava. His body instantly disappears beneath the surface, and his body is sent into soaring pain. Each section is burned slowly and steadily, but he does not feel a single thing, as his head is swallowed whole, and burned away, and torn off. BOOM

District 5 Female
The glittering sand on the beach shimmers in the beating sun. Flowing down from the sky, and warming the sand, that is graced by the waters touch ever few seconds, as the beating waves crash onto the beach. Further in land, but still on the soft sand beaches, the 4 tributes lie. The girls from District 5, all of them probably having never seen a beach before. Jeni shifts her head eagerly, her arms crossed across her chest, her knees slightly bent. Her eyes dart around, staring around at the others, one by one. Beside her, and just in front of a steep cold cliff, Chiara stares around her, trying to plan what her move will be when the gong sounds. On the other side, with her back facing the cliff, Poel stands strong, her head raised high, ready to fight the other three. Beside her, preparing her footing, the oldest girl, Jackleen lies. When she was in the games last time, she never died. But she was never seen again, she escaped. And she was not the last one. The four girls watch as the wave strikes up the beach, soaking the sand, and leaving behind 4 weapons directly in the center of the circle. All four are thin birch spears, each with the word “Capitol” engraved on the brass hilt. The countdown begins to dwindle to its end, the sea is furthest out, and is about to crash out when the countdown reaches its final stretch.

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When the gong sounds, each of the tributes leap in separate directions. Chiara bounds up the stones, grabbing one of the spears. She wastes no time at all, and spins around. The spear leaves her hand, and sails down, striking into the chest of Jeni. It takes her down to the ground, and the blood melds with the sand, causing a thick red paste that lies across the ground. BOOM. Jackleen and Poel stare at the deceased body, then quickly back off. Poel having gained a weapon, while Jackleen fleeing for her life. Chiara grabs the spear that would have belonged to Jeni, and takes off after her two rivals.

The soft sand beaches curve round the cliffs, seeming to go on for miles, but none of these 3 tributes would know exactly how long it was, as they would not be running for much longer. Their speed is swift, but conclusive. The second spear is thrown within 10 minutes of the first, but this time it does not claim a fatality. It slices down the side of Jackleen's arm, skiffing her side, but not wounding her. Jackleen grabs the spear from the ground, and spins around. Turning to face Chiara. Poel was now ages away, streaking round another cliff, and out of sight. Jeni's body behind them is scooped up by the hovercraft, and leaving all cameras focused on the duelling pair.

Chiara stares backwards, with no spear in her hand. Jackleen holds a smile across her face, and throws the spear between her hands. She stares across at her opponenet, and lets the spear fly towards the girl from 5. But misses. It slides on the sand, but Chiara wastes no time in retrieving it. It follows a reverse path, but in the opposite direction. It sails over to Jackleen, and strikes her in the shoulder. Her body is forced downwards into the bed of sand, spralling everywhere. The clouds of sand sail in the wind, a cloud of golden fog. Chiara flees over to the body of her rival, grabbing the spear from the ground. She thrusts it down, smashing it through the skull of Jackleen. BOOM. The death is swift but vicious, and Chiara retracts. Her body stands in the cold win, but she backs up. Just enough to allow the hovercraft to flow in, and retrieve her body from the sand.

But Chiara is next. A ladder is lowered, and with one step she takes her place, and is pulled up into the ship above. And on the other side of the beach, Poel is given the same courtesy. Removed from this arena, never to be seen again until the next arena. Where only one could come out alive, and both of them knew if they want that to be them, Jackleen and Jeni would not be the only girls from District 5 to pass away, the other would have to go aswell. As they rest on the hovercraft, in the plush leather sofas, staring across at their enemy. Hands crossed, lips held shut tight. Prepared to fight again, they realize that the time for relaxing had come and passed, to win the games you could not give anyone any reason to kill you. As everyone was your enemy, and everyone wants to win.

District 5 male
The boys from District 5 curl into view. Scanning over the flowing river at it goes. The churning lilac waters pass swiftly below, bubbling away until they reach the end, and cascade into oblivion. Surrounding the river lies a tight ring of trees, trapping the ground in this clearing. But there was no way they were escaping, as the four tributes lie on four islands in the middle of the room, with thin planks connecting the four. No weapons in this arena, just a flowing weapon, that would drag tributes over the edge, crashing into rocks below.

Thias, Krex, Kankri and Sparks. Five boys who have never met before, forced to fight in an arena, against those who may be their friends back at home. Each of them is adorned in a set of black leather boots, fixing to the shape of their feet. A set of dark grey trousers, that hit just above the ankle. And a light-weight jacket over a soft cotton blue shirt. They stare around at each other, a malicious gleam in each of their eyes. Hands are clenched, footing is secured, and faces are gritted. But none of them are in vain, as the countdown was reaching the end, and each of the tributes was planning who they would attack, and how.

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Each of them bolt off their podium, and enter onto the weathering plank that sways in the golden wind. Krex moves slightly further, waving out to strike Sparks in the chest. His arm misses, but causes him to waver where he stands. From the pin-point place where he stands, the steady breeze seems like a torrential down pour, trying with all its heart to knock them from where they stand. His swift movements on the platform are the instalment for him, and he topples to the side, his arms grasping round the stretch of wood. Holding him in place. His hands slip slowly though, and release slowly by slowly, retracting from the grasp. Leaving him clenching by the tip of his fingers. But the splinter breaking his skin is the final undoing of him. And he topples beneath the quench of the waves, disappearing beneath the sight of the other three. But he is joined quickly by someone he unsettled before he toppled. Sparks quavers for one second, before falling backwards into the current. The round was finished fast, with the undoing of both tributes coming from the one they were dying with.

The camera follows the duo down the current, through the curls of the last stretch of the river before they crash over the edge, their last chance at survival gone as they catapult through the air, almost peaceful for just a moment. Their hands flailing in the air, their legs moving slowly as they plummet to the rocks, churning blood pumping through their veins, that would soon be added to the glorious sparkling death trap they were swiftly moving towards. The clash is loud, and it surveys around the emptiness of the arena. Just a small pool, filled to the brim with the expodential rocks, that claim the lives of both Krex and Sparks, less than 5 minutes before they were placed in the arena. The cries are resounding, but the cries are soft. The beat of a butterflies wind is louder, as the cries never come from either of the boys. As they are dragged from this world before they even have a chance to think. The first contact is made with the neck of Sparks, as it slashes along a thin rock, quenching his life forever. BOOM. Krex follows swiftly, his side splits as it crashes beneath the based waves. Never to return with a beating heart. BOOM.

The bodies of the two boys rise to the surface, both beside each other, in unison, in death. But back in District 5, two families are crying, Krex's distance relatives watch him die, just having realized they had him back alive. And Sparks' family, having to know they would never see their son, brother, cousin or grandson ever again. That his realistic death had just been shown to them, and that their was no bringing him back. That he was gone forever. The camera zooms out, and flits back to the other pair. Having hardly moved through this round. Kankri just stares down, where minutes before Krex and Sparks had been lying. Thias on the other hand, lets out a sigh. He had been a victor before, and had seen his life through. But was brought back as a kid, and had no meaning of killing this life. But also knew the perils of being a victor in the Hunger Games. The pain that you saw. As he stood on the ledge, discovering the options. Watching his fellow tributes die, he asked himself. Is this really what he wants, does he want to be the victor of another Hunger Games. And with the pained scream in his eyes, the camera could deduce one option. He was.

District 4 Female
The first of the Career district rounds appears into view, the four girls circling around. Cassandra, Vaida, Aquamarine and Seraphine. 4 girls, each scoring excellently in the training scores. Vaida and Aquamarine both gaining 11's, while Seraphine and Cassandra taking 10's. None of these girls is going to go down without a fight, and they all just stare around at the arena that surrounds them. A simple base, a golden field, with a low level of grass. With four tridents lying in the center, sticking up from the soil. One for each of the girls, and each of them was going to gain blood with this weapon.

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Each of them leap from their metal podiums, grabbing one of the tridents from the center. Aquamarine drives her tip towards Seraphine, but is knocked to the side with the hilt. Her reaction is swift, and she retracts, and swings back. But is blocked by the end of Seraphine's trident. This fight continues in this way for a while, moving around the field. Neither of the girls though seem to be backing down, with their games being only 30 years apart. The 168th and the 218th. Aquamarine slashes out though, and lands one of the prongs of the weapon into the arm of Seraphine. A little stream of blood flows down her arm, but this does not faze anyone. Seraphine just swings her shoulder, embedding it in the chest of Aquamarine. A reluctant sigh is released, then the fighting continues as usual. With neither of the opponents having an upper hand over the other. Blades whirl, Aquamarine's a pale blue, while Seraphine's is like the sea foam that bubbles back in District 4. An arm spins around, and allows the blade to block the final blow of this fight. Seraphine's trident clashes with Aquamarine's, and spins off into the distance using the force of motion. Landing miles away, and this momentary lack of defence allows Aquamarine to drive the hilt of her deadly weapon through the stomach of Seraphine, and out the other side. A look of utter serenity that appears on Seraphine's face appears, before her body clatters to the ground. Blood spinning around her body, in a lake like formation, spinning and moving, disappearing beneath the fine soil. And death appears. BOOM.

On the other side of the plain another fight is raging on between the two new tributes, probably a more vicious fight. But also a more one sided fight. Cassandra only has one move against Vaida. Defence. Her trident is a wall between Vaida. Her blade spinning around, stabbing at Cassandra's head, stomach, legs, heart. Everywhere and anywhere. As long as it would draw blood if it strikes. Cassandra lets a trickle of sweat ease down her head as she backs up. Her arm out stretched to block another subtle strike, leaving her just enough time to move, so that the blade will not collide with her head. Vaida on the other hand keeps pressing forward, striking over and over again. Pain sears through her muscles as she moves, but she keeps going. And the Capitol is allowed to get a glimpse to as why the 11 was awarded to this girl from 4. Her moves are swift and strong, but painful as well.

On the other side of the section, Aquamarine is preparing for her second victory of the day. She walks into the field, slowly searching for the blade that Seraphine lost, leading to her death. Knowing she has time to spare for her plan. She finally locks onto the sea foam weapon. She scoops it from the ground, and runs off to where the two tributes are still fighting. And she hurls the weapon almost 15 feet, with deadly accuracy that only a girl from 4 could obtain, from years of training, practise and natural born talent. It sails through the air, allowing no sound at all, and to Cassandra who now lies on the ground, staring into the stomach of Vaida, with the trident almost at her face, it comes as quite a suprise to see a trident explode from the stomach of her rival, and come shooting towards her face. Blood splattering out, shooting into her eyes. And this is to much for the 15 year old girl from 4. Her eyes break down into tears, and she covers herself up. BOOM.

15 feet away Aquamarine lowers her arm, thrusting out her chest. Her golden hair shimmering down her face, her stand glorious, the sun hitting her face in the direct right place to make her look like a goddess. She was powerful, she was beautiful. And not for the first time, this girl from District 4, who had never been in a game where she was the only one of these, but always. She was the star of the show, as she was a gem. She was Aquamarine.