User blog:Katagma/The 441st Games- Insanity

Hello, I'm going to be writing a games based off of mental asylums. These will be my first games, so please don't be harsh if my writing sucks.

Rules
1. Please, do not be mean in the comments to either me or other users. If you break this rule once, I will warn you, and if you break it a second time, I may kill off your tribute. In the instance of a third incident, I will report you to an admin.

2. Please, only five tributes per user.

3. I urge you to be active and give advice to your tributes when required.

4. I will accept tributes without the requirements, but they may get killed off earlier. You have been warned.

5. I accept reservations, but only for 48 hours at a time. After that time period, your spot may be given to someone else.

6. These games could possibly be triggering to some users. Topics include; suicide, insane asylums, rape, and excessive gore. If any of these could trigger you in any way, I advise you to stay away.

7. There is going to be mature language in these games.

8. If you have read the rules, finish the sentence "Food is like_____. It is very _______." in your comment when you submit your tribute.

9. Have fun!

Tribute Requirements
Name: 

Age:

Personality:

Weapons:

Backstory: (Can be 3-4 sentences, I just want to know a little bit about your tribute)

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Fears:

Alliances
Careers: Harpy Diadem (4), Tessa Griffin(10), Bo Haven (4), Mercury Kwildor (2), Miiko Dejong (1), Tux Bowden (1), Kroe Mosome (14)

Anti-Careers: Sam Kelly (3), Baron Beckett (6)

Loners: Tom Webster (10), Antoine Bodouir (12), Cassieopeia Waverly (13)

Mixed Alliance: Harley  Luisina (6), Beaux  Klipschitz (8), Penny  Wheatgrove (12),  Matthew Brown (13), Vesper Brooks (7)., Jonah Zarate (11), Luna Vega (0).

District 3 & 7 Alliance: Marcella Brynlee (3), Corin Greer (7)

9,11&12 Alliance: Arlen Variland (12), Posia Courtier (11), Araise Hasting (9).

Arena
The arena is based off an insane asylum that existed quite a few years before the gamemakers fixed it up. In these games, there will be parts of the asylum that look like they are falling apart and others that are brand new. Here are a few images.

Each floor has some amount of rooms. These rooms are basically the floors number and then a corresponding letter. For example if John Smith was in the first room on the first floor, he would be in room 1A.

Some floors may also have running water and that may change daily.

Insane Patients
These are characters that actually lived in the insane asylum when it was in operation. All of the patients died in the hospital and the Gamemakers decided to put them in the Arena to haunt the tributes.

A few things to note about the patients

 * They can walk through walls, however they cannot change floors without taking the stairs
 * They are not able to be touched by tributes and if they try, their hand will go right through them
 * The tributes cannot touch the patients as their hands will go right through them
 * The patients have a choice in what room they will stay in
 * The tributes are able to see the patients.
 * The patients will try and interact with the tributes.
 * The patients are likely to appear closer to where they died.
 * Patients can be kind to tributes that are kind to them and they will be mean to mean tributes. They may even bring tributes supplies.

Things Found on Each floor
Floor 1- The entrance (which is locked), the elevators, the check in desk, and the stairs. About 10 patient rooms. Cornucopia. Quite run-down.

Floor 2- Stairs. 15 patient rooms. Supplies unco,mon. Slightly run-down.

Floor 3- Cafeteria and stairs. 20 patient rooms. Supplies could be found. Modern looking. Possible running water.

Floor 4- Straitjacket ward. About 15 patient rooms. Supplies rare. Modern looking. Possible running water.

Floor 5- Stairs. Rare to see supplies. Run down. 20 patient rooms. Group room A.

Floor 6- Stairs. 20 patient rooms. Group room B. Possible running water Modern. Supplies uncommon.

Floor 7- Stairs. 15 patient rooms. Therapy floor A. Supplies common. Run down

Floor 8- Stairs. 15 patient rooms. Therapy Floor B. Supplies quite rare. Modern. Possible running water.

Floor 9- Stairs. 10 patient rooms. Electric chair floor. Supplies common. Somewhat modernized.

Floor 10- Stairs. 20 patient rooms. Running water? Supplies almost extinct. Modern? Surrounded by mystery.

Floor 11- Stairs. 15 patient rooms. Childrens ward. Somewhat run-down. Supplies uncommon. Surrounded by mystery.

Floor 12. Stairs. 10 patient rooms. Padded wall ward. Running water? Run down. Supplies common. Surrounded by mystery.

Floor 13- Stairs. Unlucky. 13 patient rooms. Run down. Falling apart. No supplies. skip this floor. Surrounded by mystery.

Floor 14- Stairs. 15 patient rooms. modern. Lots of supplies. Surrounded by mystery. Possible running water.

Floor 15- Lots of screaming. Stairs. 5 patient rooms. Lots of torture devices. Surrounded by mystery. Possible running water.

How my method of Sponsorship works
Each tribute will start off with 200$ which can by them quite a few things. Once a day, the owner of a tribute can choose whether or not to give an item to their tribute which they pay for with their sponsorship money. In my opinion, sponsoring is very important as it could mean whether a tribute lives or dies.

Items
These are all the items that you can get for your tribute.

Food
Ham Sandwhich- 25$ (for the hungry tribute out there)

Vegetarian Sandwhich- 25$ (For the hungry tribute that is vegetarian)

Full food platter- 75$ (A slightly more expensive food option that satisfies hunger. You as the sponsor can choose three food items within reason that can be on the platter.)

1 strip of bacon- 5$ (Doesn't satisfy the hunger much, but will prevent starvation.)

Nature brand energy drink- 30$ (Unknown effects but will satisfy the thirst. It's green so it must be nature.)

Protein bar- 65$ (Will keep your tribute full for a long time but doesn't have the best taste.)

Candy bars- 20$ each (High sugar content and low nutrition content.)

Any type of fruit- 35$ (Options include, apples, bananas, pears, oranges, kiwi, peaches, etc.)

Medicine and Injuries
Katagma brand painkillers- 100$ (Zaps pain right in the arse and makes it go away!)

Cough syrup- 75$ (Can be used to get your tribute high or to cure coughs. It has a horrible taste to prevent abuse.)

Fever pills- 75$ (Guaranteed to bring your body temperature back to normal.)

Band-aid- 10$ (Band-aid brand that somehow still exists after the dark days.)

Ace bandage- 50$ (Used for sprains and other things)

Gauze- 30$(small),50$(medium),75$(large),100$(extra extra large)- (Price varies on size, can be used to stop bleeding.)

Torniquet- 150$ (Used to stop blood flow to an injured body part.)

Antidote- 40$ (Used to cure poisoning)

Weapons
Knife- 50$ (knife goes stab, tribute goes dead. Do not hold while sneezing)

Spear- 75$ (Can be thrown)

Sword- 125$ (Good for fighting with, is deadly.)

Bow 150$- (comes with 12 arrows)

Sheath of arrows (12)- 50$ (Refill for the bow)

Poison- 50$ (One dose of lethal kill liquid.)

More can be added, either later, or as request.

Misc.
Empty water bottle- 40$ (can be filled up with water to drink. Does not come with iodine or chlorine tablets.)

Iodine- 50$ (used for purifying water)

Sunglasses- 30$ (used to protect eyes from the sun)

Soap- 30$ (for the OCD tribute that always has to be clean.)

more to be added later

Ways you can get money for your tribute

 * Pledge your tribute (once per day) (150$)
 * Have one you your tributes one of the first ten to be submitted. (100$)
 * Your tribute survives a day. (50$)
 * Your tribute kills someone (75$)
 * Your tribute is approved by the capitol audience (determined by me) (50$)

Prologue (From the POV of ?)
The screams echo in my mind as I realize I can't escape this torturous hell that they put me in. The gamemakers must be trying to drive us completely insane, I'm not even sure why they chose an asylum as the setting of the games. Maybe its a symbol of the rebellion of the dark days. Um, hello? That was four hundred, fourty one years ago, and I don't see why the Capitol hasn't gotten over their own problems with the districts.

This arena is next to torture in my mind. From what I can tell, this may have been a former asylum. It's approximately fifteen stories high and each floor approximately twenty rooms. This is a big place, full of hiding spots. From what I know about the capitol, there must be some twist to these games. They absolutely enjoy watching blood and gore and from what I know about this arena, there is going to be hardly any kills in these games. So why did the gamemakers choose this as the arena.

Then I heard the screaming. Cautiously, I slowly moved out of my room, out into the open. I was on the eleventh floor, from what I knew when I counted the flights of stairs that I climbed to get here. I heard the screaming again, which seemed to be coming from the floor above me. Quietly, I slowly climbed up the flight of stairs when the screaming started again. I didn't expect these screams, and so I was taken off guard, nearly falling down the stairs. I barely kept my focus after this and concentrated on climbing up the stairs to where the twelfth floor was. Though it was hardly visible, I saw a nun, who was probably a ghost from when this hospital was in operation. Hoping she didn't see me, I continued looking for location of the screaming.

I focused on my footsteps and making them even quieter than before, aware of tributes and any other hazards the gamemakers could have hidden in the asylum. I heard another scream and focusing, I headed to third room on the right by instinct. In that room, I saw a little girl, probably no older than the age of nine, being beaten to death by another patient. I could barely contain my screams as I realized they weren't as transparent as the nun was. I took another step closer and became aware that the patient being beaten was a capitol child and the offender was one of the tributes in the games.

"Stop!" I yelled, hoping to bring the offender away from the child.

The child screamed again, scaring me, this time the scream was much louder and even more clearer than any of the screams from her before. I grabbed the offender, and when I did, my hands slipped right through him, while he tried to slap me. When he attempted to slap me, his hand went right through me. It perplexed me, if I wasn't able to touch the offender, than how could the offender touch the child? How could he touch the child if he couldn't touch me.

The answer was so close, but in my head, I could not find a reasonable explanation. Eventually, the offender took a knife and sliced open the girls intestines and pulled them out, causing the blood to get everywhere, scaring me. The child's eyes rolled into the back of her brain as she slowly died in pain, my attempts of saving her in vain. The offender walked up to me, an evil, psycho glare in his eyes, and laughed manically, "You're next."

It has begun.

Mikko Dejong, District 1
A memory of my father, Lars, haunted me the previous night. Baron was a filthy, vile, monster, who was most likely a psychopath, and even someone who takes pride in the deaths of others. I refused to give up though.

I saw one of Barons henchman, in a dark alley, close to the main center of district one. There he was sitting, stroking his titanium knife like it was a Jack Russel Terrier. I took tiny, baby steps towards him, and when I was about ten feet away, I stepped on a stick. Surprised that Baron's henchman didn't notice me, I took that as an advantage, and walked towards him a little quicker, and louder and once I had reached him, I knew my attempt to be as sly as a fox failed.

The henchman noticed me and said, "Oh darling, what a beautiful face. I would hate to slaughter such a beautiful looking, perfect face."

The man was close to his thirties, and I, as a fourteen year old girl, found that quite creepy, and was completely creeped out by his pervertedness. I noticed, that in the one second that he had said that, he had let his guard down. I took the advantage and kneed him in the chin, and kicked him in his throat. He dropped his knife and using that as well to my advantage, I took the knife and held it to his throat, making him defenseless.

"P....please don't k....kill m..me," he choked, as I realized I was holding the knife too hard against his throat.

"Where is Baron? Tell me everything you know. Otherwise you will die," I laughed, seeing him struggle in his attempts to spare his life.

"H....he was r...reaped for the h...unger g....ames."

Satisfied with his answer, I removed the knife from his throat and he ran away. I threw his knife into a garbage bag which it stuck into, with the bag resembling Baron. I would get revenge, no matter what. I walked home where my aunt had asked me where I had been. "Oh you know, just going to see a few people."

My aunt was satisfied with my answer and the following day, after I had gotten ready for the reapings, I listened to the old history of panem. Before they had called out the girls name, I yelled, "I volunteer as tribute," and ran up to the stage where they had crowned me the district one tribute.

Then a guy named Tux Bowden volunteered and we were both of the tributes representing district one.

Willow Trisp
(One hour before the games)

I wake up and I can't remeber who I am, or what my purpose is. I look around and the walls are peeling. It scared me, and I wasn't sure what was going on. The room I'm in is covered in inches of dust and when I touch the windowsill, my hand gets a thick coating of dust upon it. I couldn't look out the window, my seven-year-old body not tall enough. I couldn't remember the last time I was in here, but it had to have been a long time. I'm just not sure why I'm even here.

I touch the wall that is in my room, getting my hand covered in a bunch of peeled paint. The paint was coming off the walls in little rolls, and if I were in here any longer, I would go insane. I tried to open the door of my room, but the doorknob was covered in dust and my seven-year-old hands could not move it at all. I coughed violently, the dust painfully settling in my lungs. I looked at the door and I noticed that it was slightly off its hinges. Using that to my advantage, I slammed my body weight. against the door and sadly didn't knock it down, but I realized I could pass through walls. I smiled and knew that was too my advantage.

How I was lonely.

When I was in the hospital, I had a roommate named Catie. She was a ten year old girl that was in the childrens ward with me. She eventually was released and I somehow died. So far, I couldn't find anyone, contributing to my case of being lonely. I sat on the ground outside my room and stared at the childish patterns on the wall. There was Mickey mouse and Donald Duck. I felt bad for the characters on the wall, they could never escape this hell, they just only could watch it rot until this place falls to the ground. Then again, all they are is just a bunch of paint.

I coughed, hacking violently, trying to displace all of the dust that was settling in my lungs. I remembered that there was more to this place, so I walked down the stairs slowly, just in case they rotted under me, and once I reached the floor below me, I noticed it was in much better shape than the floor I was currently on. The hallways looked nicely swept and there was no dust at all. There was just a small problem, the fact that I didn't feel comfortable here, on any floor, despite how it looked.

I continued going down several flights of stairs, noticing the several conditions that the floors were in, some of them in great condition, and some of them falling apart like the floor I awoke on. After going down multiple flights of stairs, stopping multiple times to catch my breath, and nearly falling down them, I reached the second floor. I could tell this, most of the rooms were labeled with the number 2 and a random letter and I noticed the window.

Back when I was alive, the window was a sign of hope, a sign that we would get to see the outside world one day. By the window, I noticed the elevator shaft, and I was pissed off at myself for not taking it, but it probably didn't work at all. Of course, I died here, my tombstone somewhere in the yard, if they cared about me at all, which they probably didn't. They probably celebrated my death, cherished it as they had one less insanity to deal with. They saw me as a monster, an abomination to society, someone who was abnormal and couldn't be trusted in society.

All because of the voices in my head.

The window was falling apart and it depressed me so much, but I couldn't do much about it, this place was long abandoned, if it weren't, someone would have stopped me and made me go back to my room which was the worst place in the world as of now. I just wish I didn't die before, but then again, I would have seen what the world would have been falling apart into.

After staring at the window and noticing the length of the trees, how big they were, some of them almost reaching up to the tenth floor, I went downstairs to the first floor. I saw the large doors that were the entrance to the place, not noticing the golden horn, the supplies, or any of the people around me, I tried to get out. The doors were locked. I banged on them, even tried to go through them, but there must be some limit to my power, because I could not get out of here. Eventually the people saw me and I heard a countdown starting from 60. One of the girls screamed at seeing me (12F) and I knew that this was going to be torture, just like the electric chair.

At least I had some friends to play with.

Luna Vega, District 0
I saw someone running towards the door, nearly crying. My first thought was wondering why she didn't blow up, but there were a few peculiar things I noticed about her, the fact that she appeared to be seven. During training, I didn't get a look at all of the tributes, but I didn't recall one looking younger than the age of eleven. Then I noticed her pale white skin, noting that she probably wasn't alive.

45.....44.....43....

I heard screaming as the girl from fourteen stepped off her pedastal, and I watched her body blow up into multiple bloody pieces. I saw the little girl, she was definitely crying now and trying to escape this place. I didn't even know what this place was, but it sure had a creepy vibe going around it. The little girl proceeded to scream and cry now, begging to be let out of here. I felt for her, no seven year old should ever be forced to watch someone blow up into bloody smithereens and die.

34....33....32....

There was something peculiar about that girl, after looking at her for awhile, I noticed that she was a ghost. She was wearing what appeared to be an asylum gown. I realized we were in an asylum. My ally, Penny Wheatgrove was also quite freaked out about this, I heard her scream a few seconds ago.

27.....26......25

I stared at the golden horn, eying something I could use, but noticed that it seemed awfully barren of useful supplies, instead it had multiple bags and things I couldn't identify. I had to grab something, Penny may be depending on it.

20......19......18

I tried to tune out the cries of the asylum ghost, but it was impossible, her high-pitched whimpers, turning into wails that sounded like she was screaming. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't step off my pedastal, otherwise I would have a similar fate to the girl from 14, whose blood was everywhere. I tugged at my uniform, noticing how eerily similar it looked to an asylum gown. I shivered, it felt like I was wearing a piece of paper.

13.....12......11

This building smelled like mildew and it nearly made me sick to my stomach, just the eery vibe this place gave off. Perhaps there would be more than one ghost here, or maybe as tributes died, they would haunt us too. How did the little girl get here, and why did the gamemakers even allow such a thing to exist. Surely it would cause uprising in the districts, but then again, they wouldn't dare step out of line once again.

5......4.......3

I focused on a backpack that was a few steps away from me. I could easily go after it without making a fool of myself. After what seemed like an eternity, a minute had passed, signalized by the gong going off.

I just hope the little girl is okay.

Araise Hasting, 9 female
Despite knowing where my allies are, circled around the cornucopia on a pedastal, I still felt quite unsure about this arena. My pearl was tucked neatly into my pocket, but that offered no reaussurance to the fact that I was in this place. This place of insanity.

As soon as the gong sound, after being startled for a brief second, I jumped off my pedastal and I ran off my pedastal, into the unknown. I met up with Posia Courtier (11F), one of my allies and we both grabbed one of the unknown items, with Posia managing to grab a set of varied sized throwing knives. Arlen Variland (12M), my other ally, grabbed a backpack as well.

"DUCK!" I screamed to Posia as I saw a throwing knife being thrown in her general direction by Tux Bowden (1M). Posia ducks, and the knife hits Corin Greer (7F) in the lower arm. She screams before running off with her ally, Marcella Brynlee (3F) up the stairs and upto an unknown floor.

Arlen asks me "Should we run or stay and fight?"

I replied with, "I think it's our time to leave, where should we go?"

Posia suggested, "Maybe we could go up the stairs, possibly risking the fact that the others could be up there, but other than that, it's probably safer than waiting here just like sitting ducks."

I nodded my head in agreement and Arlen silently agreed with me. We run up multiple flights of stairs, I lost track around the third flight. Another thing I noticed was that the floors here were in varying conditions, some looked like my room back at the Capitol, the others, like the one I was on, looked like it had been abandoned for a century. While going up the stairs, we were lucky we didn't have any incidents, being the stairs collapsing, and encountering other tributes. I said, "I honestly think that tributes are more likely to go to the floors that look in better condition. I mean, some of these floors look like the Capitol."

"I agree," Arlen replied, "If I didn't know any better, I would go to the third floor, since that one looks amazing and has a cafeteria."

"If tributes have similar thinking styles, then wouldn't they all be huddling on the floors that look the worst?" Posia asks,

"I think we should just find each of us a room and make plans from there. I think this room, 7A should be our meeting place and each of us can choose a room on this floor." I say.

"This floor, it gives me a creepy vibe," Posia states.

"Won't you stop hurting me!" A frail voice screamed, "Please Abigail stop it, stop it, stop it AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

I heard another voice manically laugh, and assumed it was Abigail, but questioned who were these people, I didn't see anyone go up the stairs.

Then I remembered the seven year old girl from the beginning and realized that she was the spirit of someone that had died here, someone from the afterlife that the gamemakers had brought in here to amp up the creepy factor of these games.

But why?

Scarlette Mendez, Ghost
A mysterious force summoned me to the first floor. Either that or the endless screams I heard. It's hard not to want to know if someone is dying- After all, they always said I was always a little too curious, finding things out before I was supposed to, the reason I died.

I ran down the stairs two at a time, if I were alive, my pulse would have been elevating with each step I took. By the time I reached the bottom floor, I noticed the golden horn, but also the check-in desk. The golden horn wasn't here when I was alive, which confused me. Then I noticed the blood. There were pools of the crimson excretion and despite not being alive, I nearly could taste the metallic tang of multiple people's blood. The realization was on my tongue, but I couldn't figure it out. After thinking for a brief second it hit me.

I was a ghost in the hunger games. It all made sense now.

I see a girl (6F) with a horribly burned face running up the stairs with a large group of allies. My heart immediately reached out for her, when I was alive, my best friend had a scar on her face that reached all the way to her neck that people made fun of her for. I made a mental note to make friends with her. She was beautiful in other ways, but the scar, it might be the first thing many people notice about her.

I witness a huge, scary looking guy (6M) using a spiked club to smash someone's head in (8M) and the sight scares me, despite being in an asylum, I have never witness someone being killed, and the sight nearly made me vomit. What made it worse was the fact that the victim wasn't even trying to defend himself, he just gave in, probably because the spiked club had punctured something and I didn't witness. Once the person (8M) falls over dead, the villain (6M) runs off to one of the rooms on the first floor.

I sat down on the stairs, dusting the rocks and pieces of paint off with my hand and continued watching, noticing the pools of blood grow larger.

A smaller guy (from what I've seen(13M) appears to be looking for his allies. Despite being in the hunger games, he leaves himself unprotected. Unsure of where his allies are, he tries to run to the stairs but a larger, older person (12M) throws an axe which immediately takes the younger kid out. The other kid sadly doesn't know what has hit him until it's too late and screams while he falls to the ground dead. I see the blood seep through his asylum gown- apparently the uniform for the arena- and it stains the nearly colourless fabric a deep crimson. The bigger kid takes the axe out of the boy's back and the amount of blood that is pooling out dramatically increases.

By now the ground was nearly stained red.

Out of the corner of my eye, I witness a girl (13F) get jumped by another girl (2F) and they fight for awhile. I nearly closed my eyes, but I witnessed the girl with the advantage (2F), the one that was mainly throwing all the punches and kicks get stabbed in the stomach by the girl that was weaker (13F). In retaliation, the stronger girl, holding her stomach, after putting up a strong wrestling match, takes the knife out of the weaker girls' hand and pins the girl down. I hear the pleads of the other girl(13F) and the girl with the knife stabs her throat, the blood pooling on the ground. I see the body of the other girl go limp and I know she is dead. The girl with the knife, nearly faints and a strong male (1M), picks her up and brings her to what I assume are her allies. With that wound, she might not make it past tomorrow, possibly even through the night.

By now, the cornucopia has been empty of people, a small 13 year old (5F) runs up the stairs.

I go to the cornucopia and when I reach the golden horn, I realize that I have stepped in multiple pools of blood and now I'm leaving bloody footprints everywhere. One of the tributes from the injured girl's (the careers) alliance (4F), assumes I'm a tribute and using her harpoon, she aims to shoot at me, but it goes right through me and into another girls leg (10F). By looking at her, I could tell that only a sponsor could save her and if they didn't sponsor her with what she needed, then she might not make it.

She (1F) says to me, in a tone only the devil would speak in, "You will pay."

Marcella Brynlee, 3 female
I and Corin Greer (7F) sat in a room labelled 8E. The room itself was in remarkable condition, but I and Corin could tell that there is something spooky about these games.

At the bloodbath, I managed to get a backpack and Corin got a strange looking object. I managed to not get injured but Corin, well she got a knife in her left forearm and ever since the stupid district one tribute (Tux Bowden) threw it at the district 11 female. To make a long story short, she avoided the weapon and it ended up in Corin's arm. Without any proper medicine, she could bleed out in a few days.

Corin mumbles something so quiet that only those who listen could hear, "I hear something, it could be footsteps."

I sat on the bed in the room beside Corin, making a dent in the flawless blanket, folding it up by sitting on it. Corin is right, I could hear something, it was getting louder by the minute. It was a sound I was quite familiar, the sound of footsteps. I opened up my backpack, there was many strips of beef jerky, five oranges, some painkillers, a water bottle, and a piece of rope.

If a tribute came by now, I would be pretty much unarmed.

I noticed something else in the bag, sleeping pills. "Corin, I have some painkillers for you, I know you must be in a lot of pain, so you should take them," I whispered to her, cautious of the potential danger outside.

"Okay, this hurts like fucking hell," Corin whispered back at me.

Without question she took the pills, which were actually sleeping pills. Within one minute of taking them, she asked me quietly "Did you give me too many, am I dying?"

"Don't worry Corin, if you fall asleep, I will protect you," I said to her.

Almost instantly after I said that, she passed out, with the knife still in her arm. I needed that knife to protect us, despite causing her extra blood loss. The benefits outweighed the consequences; none of us could use hand-to-hand combat and Corin was quite skilled with a knife. I pulled the knife out of Corin's arm and if it were profusely bleeding before, it was now a waterfall of a scarlet reminder.

Thinking quickly, I ripped the blanket in half and wrapped up Corin's arm in it, applying pressure. At least that's what I thought I was supposed to do, I recalled learning it a few years back, but those things are quite easy to forget, unless you are part of my family, one almost never encounters these situations.

I wiped the knife off with the other half of the white blanket and stared into the hallway. I see a girl in her twenties and she has a bloodthirsty glare in her eyes. Her blond hair appeared to be stained with blood and those pale red eyes were not natural at all. She laughed manically before making a mad dash to me, holding a crowbar or a pole of some sorts.

There was something off about her, she was quite pale and too old to be in the hunger games. People like her belonged in a mental institution.

Wait a minute.

This place is a mental institution and that woman is a ghost.

It all clicked into place now, I just hoped she couldn't kill me with that pole. If she killed me, I would have the consolation of knowing that I probably would have done better than Rowan, but that's not much when you consider that I'm in the hunger games.

The mad woman ran up to me and tried stabbing me, the pole just went right through me, causing no damage, as if it were as light as air. I guess the ghosts can't hurt the tributes. After all, they are completely insane and uncontrollable, after what I've seen and I can tell that this place is haunted. In a way, this place reminds me of my brother and Rowan.

I hope they are alright.

Baron Beckett
I'm on the first floor right now and I hate it with a complete and utter passion. Why? Because Miiko and the careers aren't even near me and yet, I have to release my rage on someone, it's been building up inside of me ever since that dumbass bitch volunteered. I want her dead, and I want it now. I climb up the stairs, stomping up each step and reach the second floor. I cough, and know that if any tributes see me now, I will bash their head in with my club until their brains come out of their ears.

I'm fucked up, I know it, and I love it.

I continue climbing up the stairs until I reach the eleventh floor. I'm nearly out of breath and that's alright, I know there's a tribute up here. My backpack, filled with unknown luxuries sits perfectly on my shoulders and I lick my lips, excited to make a kill. The floor I'm on looks quite modern, just like it was swept yesterday and I notice that there are about fifteen rooms, five more than the floor I was previously on.

I hear coughing, in one of the rooms and by instinct, I know that I'm in the children's ward, there are former cartoon characters on the wall, some sort of cat with rounded ears and a misshapen duck wearing a shirt. I laugh manically at this, the people of the past were weird. I mean what kind of duck wears a shirt and no pants? Looking around the ward, I notice that one of the doors are opened. I take a look inside, quietly, as to not wake my victim, and I see Regina Evans (15F) sleeping on the bed.

For a moment, it doesn't seem like Regina, instead it's Miiko and she's watching me kill her dad, screaming like a maniac.

Reality takes me over once again and I notice that it's Regina, sleeping peacefully, leaving her backpack unattended. I giggle inside my mind, I don't want to wake up my victim up. I go through her bags and see a long knife with a super smooth blade, despite not being experienced with a knife, I knew the gist of it and I knew what I was doing.

I shake Regina and say, "Wakey, wakey, my sweet buttercup."