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.

District 4 Male
Fire run around the edge of this arena, swallowing the grass behind each of the tributes. For the first time in these rounds, the tributes plates are not lined in a circle, surrounding a pile of weapons, but are lined straight, heading down a flat plate of grass, into the distance. Each of them realizes they will not be fighting in this arena, that the test will be who lasts the longest, running from the ever approaching wall of flames. Whirling in the steady breeze of golden light, that shimmers from the raging sun. The fire seems to be gaining speed, and getting closer with each strike of the countdown. Each of the tributes prepares to run, Dondo, River, Jeremy and the estranged Coral, placed in the wrong reaping bowl, and reaped as a boy this year for the games.

Each of them leans back, watching the fire, listening as the countdown lowers. Breaking to the end. The mixture of golden yellows, frozen reds and wisps of aqueous blue thrown into the boiling pot. Burning the grass as it moves, swallowing the kindling, that slowly speeds it up, preparing it for the mad dash to swallow two tributes, and complete the Gamemakers need. Coral's reddened hair flows back into the wind, twirling around. Dondo stands next to her, his mind focused on winning, not wanting to face the same demise he has before. River on the other hand sways backwards, observing the sides, both swift drops, into growing wild lands. The only way to go, was behind him, to the wall of flames, or ahead. To victory. And on the edge of the stretch, Jeremy stands. The youngest of the four, but possibly the strongest. Having placed second in his previous games, he had skills the others had not faced, the ones you could only gain from days in the arena. That Coral and River had both not faced yet, and Dondo had been ripped of, due to his death in the Bloodbath. They stand strong, and as the countdown ends, the fire comes within a swift distance, enough for them to feel the heat, and force them to run once the final 5 beats had come.

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Each of them set off at a rapid pace, rolling along the soil. None of them seem to lacking in speed, and each of them tears away from the fire. The fastest by a mile seems to be Jeremy, as he excels ahead of the others, breaking through the smoke wall that seems to be forming. River and Dondo seem to be equal, in the middle, both pretty fast, but not fast enough to overtake Jeremy. But Coral is the clear weak link, her footing seems to be less sure than the boys, and as the speed uptakes of the flames, she disappears behind slowly. Not tripping, just engulfed by the flames, silently. And beautifully, the girl from 4, forced to fight with the boys, who was just not fast enough. She knows it is over, but forces herself to move quickly. Her speed is breaking up, shattering what she was doing before. But not good enough, as she never sees any of the boys ahead of her, and the camera never sees her. The smoke to thick, as it flows through her throat, pulsing through her lungs. Slowly, burning her from the inside, as the flames destroy the outside. BOOM. Her flowing red hair, burnt away, destroyed by the flames just like her insides. Her body maimed, but she was in peace now, but little more could be said for River and Dondo.

The duo had heard the first cannon, and knew, by the distance of Jeremy ahead of them, that one of them was next. And both of them knew it would be the strongest who would go first. Dondo, the 18 year old boy, who knew nothing of his sisters death, versus River. The vicious boy from 4, who had seen years go by, had seen Dondo's strategy, but was still a year younger than his rival. They both knew if they stopped to fight, both of them would be swallowed by the flames. Dondo swings his arm out, but River just moves over slightly, but this swift movement sends him back a step, but this normally terribly move, is a godsend for this boy. As with him behind, he leaps over to behind Dondo, grabbing his shoulders, and pushing him down, throwing him behind him. Flying around, crashing behind the wall of flames, but with it still moving, River cannot take a look. He has to continue moving, otherwise it could be him who disappears beneath the fire, as Dondo's cannon had not sounded, and if River fell backwards, he could be the one who died. But he was not, and the resounding echo in this arena breaks his breath, and draws him to a groaning halt. BOOM.

District 3 Female
The camera pans round, showing a glowing dome. Made of crystal clear glass, homing an exotic wide jungle garden, filled with lethal plants, and lethal tributes alike. Bold glowing colours, the golden flower buds, flowing with golden ichor, that forms a stream on the ground. The towering trees, with bellowing leaves that fan out over the wide array of growth. Shadowing the four girls, and the weapons lying in the center of their circle. Each of their signature weapons lie in the middle a thick handled hammer that catches the eye of Issabella, a silken bladed axe, with an golden ringed blade, that seems to call Emerald. Emerging from the ground beside the axe, lies a wooden sickle, that is the only thing that lies in the sight of Maude, with the war hammer on the other side being the attraction of Elenca.

The four girls, Issabella being a glorious girl, flowing blonde locks, in her last games being a key member of the Careers until her death, and Emerald, a victor with no one knowing this, just classified as dead. Gone. Deceased, until today. When she was back. And ready to kill. The two girls on the other side, both brand new. Maude and Elenca, both ready, both scared. But both know who they are aiming for, and how. With the only thing stopping them, being a countdown, and this was drawing to an end, and once it ends. Nothing would stop the four girls. Nothing.

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The weapons are gone within seconds. The hammer gracing Issabella's hand, the axe lodged in the grip of Emerald, Maude grasping the sickle, and the war hammer swinging from the hand of Elenca. She lashes out at Issabella, but her length is still not long enough. Maude elbows her out of the way, and smashes Elenca backwards, flying into the shrubbery. Maude dives after her into the jungle, focusing on murder. Leaving Issabella and Emerald alone, both armed. The hammer swings out, clipping the head of Emerald. The movement is quick, and the girl with the axe has no time to think, and the hammer crashes through her skull. Shattering the base layer, the destroying her skull. The pain is direct, and concentrated. But her pain is short. By the time her body strikes it is almost done. This victor was pained, and her time had passed, Issabella's desperate moves had done her well. And she watches over her fallen comrade as she fails, her heart ending. And with a golden smile to match her curls, she passes kindly. BOOM. Issabella stares over Emerald's body once more, before turning to the break in the jungle, waiting for the cannon of either Maude or Elenca to sound.

But this pair were not fighting each other, but were actually battling off a mutt. Thick green voracious vines wrap around their legs, and the war hammer and sickle are the only thing that are saving them so far. They slash, and hack. Breaking the wide vines, leaving out a pale red liquid flowing out, and pouring along the ground. It tightens around the legs, digging its sharp needles beneath the skin, drawing blood, to match the ooze from the plants. The screams of the girls are lost in the loud raging dome, but echo on the soft glass. The tributes continues to slash, but the vines multiply, going on and on and on. Wrapping around the legs, then entangling the chests. Constricting around. With the multiplying vines, the war hammer turns from useful, to useless. With the sickle still being useful. Managing to slash through most of the vines, allowing the chest to breath a bit. But sadly for Elenca, her time had come. The vines wrap around her neck, siezing their only victim for this game. Elenca's face stares around, just meeting the eyes of Maude before she finally passes on, her hand releasing the war hammer, and her body tensing for the final time, in her short life. BOOM.

The moment the cannon sounds, the vines stop moving. Maude stares around, as they slowly retract beneath the surface. Leaving Maude alone, with the dead body of her compatriot. She stares into her eyes, that now lie lifeless, and waits for the hovercraft to remove the body of Elenca, and remove her from this god forsaken arena. She slowly moves to her feet, but has no where to move. She throws the sickle far into the distance, the listens as the mockingjay lets off a signal sound, showing that her time in this arena was coming to an end. But once she left here, she would have a brief stay in the Capitol, before being thrown into a second arena, where she would not be against only 3 girls, but 23 girls, and 24 boys. With only one coming out. Alive.

District 3 Male
4 boys, each standing above a glorious chasm, coated with a thin layer of snow. The altitude is high, and jackets each of them wear is thick. None of them are ready, but these boys from 3 were steady. Charlie, cheated from a victory before by his own heroic events. Kronos, new but not one willing to die without trying. Calculum, an intelligent boy, went far in his original game, prepared to fight again. And finally, Courage, prepared for the fight, ready to kill the three standing around him.

They all observe the tributes around them, adapting to the surroundings. Surveying the weapons that lie before them. The weapons are sparce this time, a thick wooden club, a simple wooden carved sword and a thin birch spear. 3 weapons for four tributes, each of them are prepared to try and gain their weapon, but with the lack of any place to run, the tribute who gains no weapons will be almost assured death. As the clock reaches its end, with each strike the boys prepare, readying their stances for the moment the end comes, and the beginning of the round approaches. With a final cold breeze, a subtle shift in the snow, the countdown breaks down, and funnels to its end.

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The snow begins to pour, at the exact moment of the countdown finishing. Blinding each of the tributes, and causing an immediate response. Each of tributes instantly realizes this is not a mean of fighting, this was a feat of survival. None of them could see, none of them could attack. Even the Capitol was forced to wait, the only thing they see is a wall of white. And it was all the tributes could see as well. But they can feel the piercing cold through their face. Through their extremities. Hoping for the two cannons, but none come. None come for a while. They wait, and wait. The Capitol wait, and wait. The Gamemakers wait, but they do not wait for long. As they are in control, and they have an array of choices to make, releasing mutts, causing an avalanche. Anything and everything is within the realm of possibility for them. But they choose one thing. That would cause the death of two boys.

And it all begins with a rumble. A swift echoing rumble. And at that exact moment, the ground shits. The before flat plains of the mountain top disappear, leaving a slope, the metal plates sink into the ground. Leaving all 4 boys teetering on a ledge, blinded, and about to fall. Kronos is the first to topple to the side, crashing over the edge, the tumbling to the ground, his arms flailing. But he is not gone, his hands grasp onto a rock, but this is only the beginning. This movement begins the chain, that sends the other three, Calculum, Courage and Charlie, tumbling behind him. This movement, begins the avalanche. His feet try to dig into the snow, but this just pushes it from its safe place, and forces it over the edge. A tumble, a wreckage. It was all a fight of who could stop themselves moving long enough, to let two others die. But with all of them blinded, none of them could know when they would reach the end, or where they even were.

Charlie is the first to go though, he tries to dig his way beneath the surface, hoping for safety, but this just causes an even more powerful avalanche. It tears down the side, swirling around, dragging Charlie with him, and pushing him over the edge. Toppling into the void, and crashing through the snow, and smashing into the row of rocks. The snow piles on top of him quickly though, drowning him beneath the ice, and crushing him against the rocks, and smothering the life out of him. Powerful and horrible, vicious and sick. BOOM. Sadly for Calculum though, this cannon, the death of the ally of his sister in his first game, was going to be the demise of him.

Calculum's hand was shoved beneath the snow, holding onto a root of a tree off to the left, but Calculum was to blind to see the tree coming uprooted by the force of the snow, from the cannon, and did not let go in time for it to drag him downwards, gaining the force of the snow, and taking his life swiftly and painfully. Just like Charlie's, the snow crushed him against the rocks, drawing tonnes of blood, and scarring this boys, this 12 year old boys body, ruining his life. And meaning that the Infinity family had watched two of their distant relatives pass away. BOOM. But like before with the vines, the moment the second cannon sounds, the snow stops. Astounding both Kronos and Courage, as they knew it was over. And they were safe, at least until they entered the arena again, with a much bigger price on their heads.

District 2 Female
4 vicious girls, 2 spots. None of them seem willing to concede victory. Matilda, Thalia, Marta and Courtney. Each of them are ready. And in the blazing sun, beating down on the salt dressed floor, dried out with the sun. A flame streaks across the sky, with the heat burning. This arena is just mad. A soft black floor, gritty and soiled, hard to run across, with a golden red sky, with random bursts of flame leaping around everywhere. The girls watch in awe, but this attraction forces the girls to waste their minute. They notice nothing of the weapons, or the lack of weapons as it is.

Little do they know, the real arena lies below. The black soil is little more than a cover to hide what is really below, but just for this minute. Just till they know that their lives are no longer safe. The girls all watch as a second cinder crashes to the earth drying out as it goes. But as they watch it, the Gamemakers prepare. Prepare for what, no one knows yet. But as the countdown breaks into its ending, the Capitol citizens realize they will find out, and that this will be the most brutal round yet.

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The moment it sounds, the sheet disappears. The black sand like feature dissolves in a sharp and short snap. Leaving the the four podiums around about 4 feet off the ground, above an ocean of glorious, vicious, spectacular and elegant mutts. Their eyes, devils have been more forgiving. Their is a subtle triangle shape to the pupil, with the rainbow shaped iris. Each of them holds 4 eyelashes on each eye, that are like sharp dagger, that shift in the sun, creating glorious coloured patterns on the soft shelled skin. It lies across the snake like body, each one a completely different shade of the same shade of red, a rivered experience graces the eyes of the four girls that watch it, from the glorious safe face, to the base of the snake like complecture. The fins of a god, strong willed that push the serpent mutt through the air, and boosting towards the tributes.

And then there is the numbers. The numbers of these mutts is almost the worst thing. Alone, they are a mutt with 3 meters in length, but together they are a multitude of venomous beasts, sick for blood, and not caring who they hurt, or how. Through the powerful swing of the fin, and the strengthened bite of the fangs. And that is how the first tribute passes from this horrid world. The beast uses its powerful push to throw itself from the pit, and attach round the waist of Thalia. It tackles her to the ground, and crushes its grip. Splitting her directly down the waist, her legs disappearing down the throat of the mutt. Gone forever, while her body watches. Weirdly still alive, and waiting for her body the flow the final amount of blood. Pained stories of this happening before have been nothing like the real proof. Her pained expression, that will remark her face alive for a few seconds. BOOM. But will grace her face for the rest of her deceased life.

The three remaining tributes watch as the blood continues to flow onto the concrete Martian like ground. Thalia's body is slowly bitten away by the mutts, before finally being removed by a hovercraft, taken away to the Capitol. Leaving 3 tributes, and more mutts. Each of them know if they step off their podium, the mutts will tear them a part, but for the unluckiness of Courtney, they had chosen their next target. And the fin swings around, slicing directly though her chest. Taking her out within seconds, and sending her flowing down wards, into oblivion. They crash to the ground, the blood flowing. Pouring around, death was a swift thing to appear, and for the second time in this arena, the mutts have taken their victim. BOOM. Sadly for her, the hovercrafts cannot come soon enough, and the mutts overwhelm her, taking her from sight, and swallowing her whole, leaving nothing other than a burned out ground, and a patch of blood. The girl from District 2 was completely gone, and her family had nothing other than a few pictures, and a tape of her being murdered by some sick, muttants bred by the Capitol to create havoc, and kill anyone and everything they get their fins on. The hovercrafts appear in time to save the lives of Matilda and Marta though, even though in a few days they will be the same contraption that will dump them in a place they will die. As in the games their can only be one victor, and the odds are in the favor for neither, but blood flows, as wind blows. And can either of these girls see their home district ever again.

District 2 Male
The boys from District 2 glare at each other, four boys, each of them vicious and strong. Four boys, each of them prepared to fight. Prepared to kill. This arena is possibly the most basic, being a single grass field, low cut grass, with no flowers, no fence, no hills and nothing for miles and miles. Within sight, all it is, is a plain grass field, with four basic plates, and four tributes, and four weapons. Four brass axes, and that is it. Lying in the center, in a circle.

Four boys, Troy Ventura, almost 500 years since he was in the arena, lesser known in this current world. Louis "Lou" Salway, a threat in his own world, a threat here in the arena. Brass Sater, a brutal boy, came so close to victory previously, this time his only stop being the three boys in front of him. Blake Scarr, another natural threat, but strengthened in this arena due to its bareness, and ready to fight. Four boys, each of them a natural predator, and each of them ready to kill each other, with the only break in the case, the only thing stopping them from moving is the countdown. And that was ending, that was ending now. With only one last break in this case being the countdown ending, and ending faster and faster, as it reaches its end. The blood will be spread across the air.

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They all make the mad dash, quickly breaking across the bare patch of grass, and grabbing one of the brass axes, but the fastest ones are given a reward. Blake, who makes it to the center first, darts out of the way, grabbing two of the axes. Leaving Brass, who gets their last, without a weapon. And vulnerable to the axe that crashes into his face, blood pouring, skull crashed, murder. BOOM. This death is so quick, the others just span out. Not realising the prayers of the boy from 2. Brass' dead body lies in the center, and is retrieved by a hovercraft before anymore fighting occurs.

The three boys, none of them ready. They clash instantly, driving to the center. Axe's swings, axes smash. Everything whirls, metal burrows everywhere. The relentless speed of the swings is astonishing, swinging everywhere. The Capitol can only notice the harshness of everything and can notice no small details. Not even witnessing who makes the blows, and who takes the wounds. They all know blood will spill, but until the fighting grounds to a halt, they will have no clue who holds the wounds, and who gave them. The fighting seems to span over little time, but actually goes on for almost half an hour. Resounding screams, every few minutes, but some break swiftly. But one shriek announces a new slight job, that one tribute was dead, or dying.

As two of them back up, they reveal a dying tribute on the ground, the form of Louis, his chest split open by Troy, and dying with every second.

“So...so what pleasure do you get from killing me...” Louis' death mutters resound around the empty arena, simple and basic.

The two boys stand above him, but Blake mutters for Troy to answer. “We survive, I am sorry for this...”. He stares down at the dead body, and realizes he cannot say anything. “No. No I am not sorry, I am really sorry. But this is the games, we need to fight...and the weaker ones die”.

Louis lets out a slight breath of air, before his chest almost ending. “Huh...I came into this game with the idea of murder...and I guess...I guess...”

But he never finishes his sentence. His cannon sounds less than a minute later. BOOM. The two boys stand over the pained figure, but truly feel no remorse. They are Careers. People brought up to commit this murder. They are natural killers, and these two would be fighting in the arena, with no change. And they again, would feel nothing. As they are mutts, mutts not created by the Capitol. But created by the vicious insightful murder that the District 2, District 4 and District 1 families force them to feel. They are monsters. They are always the Capitols favorites. They are victors.

“Are you ready to fight in the arena...”. Troy's voice breaks the silence, despite the hovercraft zooming above. “I mean...I guess that is our next destination.”

Blake turns to face him. “How was it before, what happened...when you were in before...how did it feel to be paraded around, forced to kill...”

Troy turns to face the mentally disturbed boy, who could remember every detail of his games, but wanted to lose the memory, and would do anything to achieve that. “It was complete and utter hell...but the most amazing thing I have ever done in my life at the same time...”.

District 1 Female
The four girls from 1 circle around, waiting for the round to begin. Penny, Raquel, Kezaiah and Jade. Each of the girls is ready to fight, four Careers, with only two coming out of the glorious arena alive. The camera zooms off the four ladies, each resting their feet on a metal pedestal, and shows the full arena. Each of the girls is on a small island, less than two meters in length, with a series of rocks leading to the center. And around them, a fluid current dragging out to the edge of the main plinth, and over the crashing waterfalls, to the ocean like expanse below. Capitvating, but deadly at the same time. A voluptitude of acidic water pours over, leaving a glowing aura of dew floating in the air. Spotted around the pond on the top are tiny plants, making this place feel like a stunning elegant paradise. But this was only the setting to the murder, with a small pile of weapons, maybe 10 in total, this was just a place. The real drama would be between these four tributes, Kezaiah who placed fourth in her original games, preparing to fight a second time. Jade who was highly desired by the Capitol, but sent to oblivion by a boy from 10. Penny, an innocent looking girl, with a true desire ti strike, and to kill. And finally, Raquel. The common bitch, with make-up on her pristine face, ready to be ruined in the fight. With the only thing holding them back being the last 10 seconds in the countdown, they prepare to fight/ And they prepare to win.

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Kezaiah leaps over her rocks, dashing in with an array of her speed. She grabs a bow from the pile, and has an arrow locked into the string before any of the other tributes even reach the centre platform. She spins around, choosing her enemy, and her eyes lock on the malicious glare of Raquel, who was trying to cross a decent gap between two of the rocks. The arrow is fired before the girls can even think, and arrow flies a lengthy distance, clashing with Raquel's head, and piercing through her skull, driving through her brain. BOOM. Kezaiah's bow arm lowers slowly, as Penny and Jade reach the center isle. Three girls, one with a weapon she has shown competent skill with multiple times before, and had taken her first life with now. Her hair is swept up in the resounding wind, that seems to clash with the swift background. Its deep red makes her stand out from the other two girls, both with luminous blonde hair that falls down their bodies, catching their curls. As Kezaiah was not the normal girl from 1, she was smart, and she held a pride that no one else could compare with. She was accurate, and a devil in disguise. And the Capitol knew at that point, this was a girl they would be seeing a lot more of. And with her second arrow locked in the bow, they knew, the Capitol knew, District 1 knew....the tributes knew. She would be the one to take the next kill, but the only resounding question that was left was...who was she going to choose to kill.

This arrow is a sleek metal wood bond, swirling up the end, and reaching its golden point. Such a simple yet deadly weapon, with so much skill placed into its making, being made to kill. Being made for these three tributes, for them to take the lives of each other. And these tributes knew that the bow would be to fast, if they made a mad dash to get a weapon, or tried to move, the arrow would be emerging from their heads with in a second.

Kezaiah's eyes lock with those of Penny, who has a trickle of tears forming. The utter most serenity oozing from them, which creates an instant bond between this duo. They knew before, if this had been a normal game, they would be working together as Careers, but due to the vicious twist, district allies had been forced to turn on each other, and some times even the weakest bond, the weakest moment can make a girl choose the decision between whether you die, or whether you enter the arena with her. And that momentary glimse between Penny and Kezaiah had created their bond, and decision had been made. And Jade knew this, and she knew this long before the arrow flies from the bow, and strikes into the heart of her body, ripping her second chance at life from clean under her nose, and handing the second place in the arena to Penny. The blood explodes, but is graceful, vicious and intelligent, just like the girl it had come from. She may have died today, but everyone knew if it had not been for this twist, for this speed test, Jade would have gone far. Jade could have won. But with this strength display from the golden red head, the Capitol had a knew idea. No longer that Jade could win, but that Kezaiah Bianca could win. BOOM.

District 1 Male
A golden sunrise blesses the soft mountain range. The final arena of these rounds, the four District 1 males surround the peeks. Each stare up to the top of this final peek, and watch the weapons glitter in the sunlight. It is about 20 meters high, with a steep path up to the top. Each of the tributes will be force to climb the mountain quickly, to reach the top, and claim a weapon to fight with the final 4 tributes to face this horror. Eros, Excalibur, Leroy and Aries. Four determined Careers, each strong, each vicious. Excalibur actually being so close to victory before, Eros, being from a game so hard to recall, lost in history. Then the two new tributes, Leroy and Aries, again, both highly prepared, and skilled. But none of them are going to be released until the countdown ends, and that was in almost 20 seconds.

They scan around the view, a low lying hill, viewing over a wide spread forest, that seems to spread for miles. But the only access to this place would be a steep climb down the cliffs, with a chance of almost certain death. A vicious fall, with sharp, cracked rocks lying in a formed shape down at the base of the mountain. Meaning the only place the tributes could really head once the end comes, is up the hill to the weapons, to the fight, to death.

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Each of them tear off their podium as soon as the countdown ends. Fleeing up the hill, hoping they can be the first to grab the weapons, be the first to gain the chance to murder. Aries seems to be the fastest, and makes it up with not much struggle, grabbing a sword from the pile. Eros and Excalibur shoot in from the sides, both grabbing weapons, but Leroy was not doing well. Slowly climbing up the emerge of rock, but when he reaches the top he will find three fighting boys, and him, without a weapon, will be at a slight disadvantage.

But meanwhile the other three are not waiting for their fourth companion to begin the fighting. Aries holds a thick mace in one hand, while a short sword in the other. He swings out at Eros, but clashes with the golden flail he holds. Eros spins around, managing to tear the blade from her hand, and send it flying over the edge of the cliff below. Eros takes the momentary advantage and lunges at Aries, wrapping the chain around his neck. Slowly contracting around, tightening around. Excalibur watches, fearing his fate here while fighting Eros, he lunges down the hill, to where Leroy was standing watching.

But a top the hill, Aries was coming to the end of his life. He tries to push off Eros with his mace, but misses, and with the lack of control, the mace soars off, in the same direction as the sword. Leaving Aries alone, with a chain around his neck. Unable to be pried off with his hands, and a vicious man, Eros, ready to kill him. And he does. BOOM. Eros lets the chain fall to the ground, along with the body of Aries. He kicks him over, and walks back to the weapon pile, this time extracting a thin kama, to match the one that was held in the hand of Exacalibur.

And just down the hill, Leroy and Excalibur were inter twined, with an all-together weak fight. Excalibur seemed to be torturing the new boy from 1, slashing away at the boys body with his kama, slashing everywhere, and anywhere. Blood pours to the ground, staining the clean rock, as he backs away. Trying to escape, but failing miserably. The pain exudes him, overwhelming, and entrancing. But in the end, he collapses to the ground, dead. Almost. Still a little life that pumps around his veins. But it was about to be pulled from his soul, as the action of Excalibur secures his fate. The kama graces his neck, and drags slowly across the cold skin, drawing the most vicious stream of blood, down the skin, and onto the ground. Death was clear, and iminenet. About to entrance the tribute, and take him home. BOOM.

Excalibur stands, turning away to face Eros. The duo from one. The final pair, and with their victory. The Capitol are given a full picture of the final array of tributes, those who would be entering the arena together. Some go through shining, Aquamarine, Kezaiah, while others lose so much, such as Dexter, lost a hand. Entering the arena crippled, but still with a fighting chance. And then Kyler, losing his own twin. Tyler is gone, but gives him a reason to win, a reason to keep going. Everyone was chosen. And it was time for the games to truly begin.

Alliances
Careers

District 1 – Excalibur Rose, Kezaiah Bianca, Eros Lujano, Penny Dawson-Tishler

District 2 – Matilda Mir, Troy Ventura, Blake Scarr, Marta Walbere

District 3 – Issabella Electrode

District 4 – Aquamarine Summerton, River Blue, Jeremy Al

District 5 – Kankri Makara

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 9 – Copper Overdeen

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 12 Alliance 1

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 12 – Piper Hope, Armstrong Shadows

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 11 - Jay Sparrow (Possibly)

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 12 Alliance 2

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 12 – Eucalyptus Collier, Kole Roch

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 10 Alliance

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 10 – Aliya Andropov, Chiara Bone

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">Female Alliance 1

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 4 – Cassandra Oracion

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 6 – Vixen Rhodes, Layla Calantha

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 8 – Quinberly Dane

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">Male Alliance 1

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 3 – Kronos Blade

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 7 – Currant Anders, Ventus Wrath

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 6 – Axl Lockhart, Sincius Seventius

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 11 – Tempesto Callops, Keegan Callaway

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">ThePsychoTribs

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 8 - Mystique Cirque

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 10 - Satan Lockwood

<h3 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">Solo

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 9 – Silver Evans, Allianna Whittle, Kyler Harte

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 7 – Mae Adele, Aurora Wilde

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 8 – Chase Locke, Dexter Howe

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 5 – Thias Feyuz, Poel Ania, Chiara Yami

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 3 – Maude Crow, Courage Blitz

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 10 – Kenny Bane

<p style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">District 11 – Hail Micro <h2 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">Death Chart

<h2 style="text-align: LEFT; margin-bottom: 0cm">The Hunger Games

Day 1
The final arena. One of the most basic arenas, but the length and size is the way it shines. The Cornucopia lies in the centre of a wide grass patch, that is surrounded by wide forests on three of the sides. With the fourth being the entrance to the steep mountain. It climbs for almost 400 metres, before rounding off. The side is dotted with many caves, and a few small mountain streams flow down the edges, filled with crystal clear water, shimmering in the rising sun. The forests though are vast, covering the main part of the arena. With the only exceptions being the Cornucopia clearing, the mountain and a small golden beach on the other side of the mountain. Not very large, quite small with satin rounds, and shells coating. With the ocean spreading for beyond.

The forest contains a wide variety of areas. A couple of small ponds filled with life, and surrounded by blooming plant life. The surrounding forest contains budding life, wide arrange of animals, for hunting and for fleeing from. Flocks of mockingjays soar within the sky, while hives of tracker jackers are attached to the trees. But the forests are not the only place to contain mutts, along the mountain side a vicious mutt lies deep in the caves, but the mutts are not the only dangers here. With sometimes the next animal being a few hours journey, and the next river being on the other side, you can starve up there.

This place was not for the light hearted, and this was all the camera sees. Hidden beneath the surface lies so much more, Gamemaker traps being ready to be set off at a moments notice, from the click of a button miles away. This was the tributes home for the next few weeks, and only one could survive the perils of each turn. The tributes were preparing themselves beneath the surface of this place right now, but any moment now they would rise from their glass tubes, and emerge onto their metal plate, ready to fight in the bloodbath, or die trying.

Each of the tributes rise in unison, slowly showing themselves. The camera zooms in on the face of Aquamarine, her shifting blonde hair, golden locks that flow down to her shoulders. The leader of the Careers, and the Capitols favorite. As she turns around to face Matilda, who stands in the podium beside her, the countdown begins.

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The ruffled rain coat that dresses the tributes shoulders shifts in the steady wind.

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In the middle of the Cornucopia, an array of weapons lie, everything a tribute could want.

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Tents, backpacks, blankets, medicine and sleeping bags. Anything that could keep you alive during the night.

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As the countdown graces its half way point, the camera flashes through the tributes, one by one, capturing the faces of the tributes.

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Meanwhile in Panem, in the Capitol, every ones breaths are held, waiting for the final 10 seconds to pass, with the beginning of the game to come, and show the first sign of blood.

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The instant it sounds, the tributes are off. Some are faster than others, with the first people reaching the Cornucopia, being Matilda and Aquamarine. Both of them grab weapons, and try to locate their first prey. Aquamarine is holding a steel trident, with a plastic grip. While Matilda puts on a thick black jacket, lined with thick metal throwing knives. She is the first to make a move though, and her eyes lock onto a girl in the distance, about to break grab a bag from the ground. Her knife soars through the air, and clashes with the head of Jay. And Aquamrine's first kill follows right behind. She locks eyes with Ventus, and throws her trident, sending it hurtling towards the boy from 7, and striking him in the back. Two tributes down, with hardly a minute gone by in the arena.

These two girls retreat back to the Cornucopia, Aquamarine grabbing another weapon, while Matilda tackles Sincius to the ground, rolling around with him. But the boy from 6 manages to fight Matilda off, and flees into the forest. Not looking behind, not even waiting for the rest of his alliance. Luckily for him, he clashes with Keegan, one of his allies. Both of them tear into the forest, making sure they get far away from the Careers.

Back in the mouth of the tributes, most of the Careers have formed. Aquamarine and Matilda are still the only tributes to get a kill, and the Careers want to join them. They spread out, clashing with the tributes. Kezaiah loads her bow, and takes aim. Setting on the head off Dexter. She aims to kill, but is nudged by Excalibur as he moves past and his arrow shoots off into the distance, out of the way. Infuriated Kezaiah rallys another arrow, but this time aims for the head of another tribute from 8. Quinberly. Her arrow this time moves in a perfect arc, landing into her head. Cassandra, Vixen and Layla who were all around their ally, collecting supplies watch in horror as her body collapses, and in an effort of fear, each of them flee. But Vixen is just to slow, with Matilda's knife lodging into her back as she flees, ripping her life from her. Layla and Cassandra disappear up the side of the mountain, breaking into the distance, and into safety, for now.

Excalibur lashes out at Poel, just missing her chest. With Poel backing up on the ground, trying to move slowly. But Exacalibur keeps coming. Moving forward to face this girl, the girl from 5. His sword swings, and misses for a second time, but Poel backs up into the Cornucopia, and had ran out of room. She pulls herself up, but Exaclibur lets out a wicked smile, before throwing his sword down the chest of Poel, spilling her blood, intestines and organs flowing onto the ground. He backs up, admiring his work, before diving into the battle, looking for another kill to make.

On the other side of the clearing, Piper and Armstrong are stuffing supplies into a backpack, Piper doing the work, while Armstrong stands guard. They seem to be doing ok, when Eros dives into the fight. His sword clashes with the scythe of Armstrong. The two blades make a metallic scrape, before Armstrong swings up, sending Eros' sword flying backwards, landing somewhere up the mountain. Instantly the boy realizes his pain, and Eros tries to flee, but Armstrong is to fast. His scythe scrapes across the throat of the boy from 1, and he watches as the blood is drawn, and his lifeless body crashes onto the floor. Armstrong beckons for Piper, and the duo flee up the mountain, heading for a small cave about half the way up.

On the edge of the forest, three tributes from the same district clash, Kenny swinging a thick brass mace, while Chiara and Aliya cower in fear. He brings the mace down on the head of Aliya, and takes her down with that one move, leaving him and Chiara. But she is fast. She drops all she was carrying, and disappears into the forest, leaving Kenny with the dead body of his district partner. He stares down at the still figure, and turns away. Following Chiara into the forest, with no aim of allying, with the aim of murder.

Kronos, Tempesto, Axl and Currant are forming on the edge, each of them carrying supplies, and waiting to leave. Not knowing Sincius has already left, and Ventus has passed. But the thing that drives them out of their, is Aquamarine and Matilda are tearing forward towards the group. Kronos, Axl and Currant manage to make it through the line of the forest, but the same can not be said for Tempesto. A thick root catches his foot, and he slams his face into the ground. The career girls from 2 and 4 catch up to him, and stand over his body as he tries to flee. But Aquamarine is to quick. She drives her trident into his head, and stamps on the end of the blade. The blood coats the metal blade, and as he yanks it out blood goes everywhere. The two Careers run back into the Cornucopia, preparing to kill even more tributes.

Silver seems to be the only tribute not fighting another. She slinks into the centre, grabbing a bow and a couple of arrows, and some other basic supplies. As she flees out, she passes other tributes, Blake and Marta fighting with Allianna and Hail. Aquamarine working with Matilda to protect the supplies, and Copper. She collides with Copper, but manages to slip past him. And flees up the hill, not looking behind her, heading down and round back towards the beach she can just see in the distance.

Courage grabs a backpack from the edge, before taking off into the forest. Matilda throws a knife at him, but connects with tree. She stares after him, considering going in, but chooses to run back into the battle, trying to get another kill. Maude on the other side spins around, about to flee when Issabella clashes with her. Shoving her into the dirt. The girl from 3 tries to move, but Issabella pins her to the ground, and whips out a thick hammer, and slams it down into the head of Maude. Knocking her out, but denting her skull, forcing her to death. Issabella stands over her for a second, before running back in to get another kill before only Careers remain to fight.

Chiara, from 5, swings about with her knives. Easily tackling the two boys from 2. Her knives skim across their weapons, creating an echoing sound. Troy tries to defend with his mace, but Chiara makes a slice directly through his hand, sending him crumpling to the ground. She slams one of her knives into his head. It sinks in, taking his life. But Chiara is not done yet. Her leg kicks out, and smashes into the chest of Blake. Sending him tumbling over supplies, and smashing his head onto the soft metal of the Cornucopia. Chiara considers taking him out, but little did she know that blow to his head would do the job for her. She spins around, grabbing a bag of apples from a box, and another knife, and takes off through the fighting. Focusing in breaking into the forest, and into safety.

The reamaining tributes, Allianna, Hail, Mae, Dexter, Kyler and Aurora try to flee, but are surrounded by the many Careers. Mae is the first to try and break from the circle, but is tackled down by Jeremy. She manages to throw him off, but when trying to escape, throws her backpack. She darts over, trying to regain her supplies. Slipping on a patch of mud, she lands on her back, only to be pinned down by the boy from 4. He draws out his sickle, and slashes it across her throat. He leaves her body for dead, and darts back into the fight, pairing up with Kankri in the fight with Dexter.

Allianna darts out from her hidden position in the Cornucopia, streaking across the field. Copper darts out, leaping over, trying to tackle Allianna. He misses, and watches as she streaks into the forest. Aurora tries to follow Allie, but does not notice Copper sprawled in the dirt. Her feet make contact with the side of his chest, and he joins her lying in the muck. Marta and River who are standing near dart over to join their comrade, both armed with swords. River lashes out, and stabs it directly through the back of the 12 year old from 7. They stand over her as the life slowly drains out, while Marta helps Copper regain to his feet, leaving the Careers, and three tributes.

The Careers begin to swarm, circling in on the three remaining tributes. Each of them are armed, and they know they are not going to go down without a fight. Kyler holds a simple length of clear metal, in the shape of a knife, while Hail holds a bow. Dexter tries to back up with his sword, but Copper notices. He tries to defend him, but Dexter is faster. He swings up with his sword, and swiftly crashes the sword into the chest of the boy from 9. Kezaiah notices this, and her arrow soars from her bow, landing in the neck of Dexter. He stares down at it, before clashing to the floor, blood pouring from his wound, beside him, the boy from 9 with a slightly larger pool ever growing.

Kyler and Hail back up, both of them now hidden in the mouth of the Cornucopia, directly at the back. Issabella and Excalibur walk into the mouth, both laughing at the miserable duo. Pathetic in the way they stand. Excalibur holds a long bladed sword, while Issabella holds the same hammer she bludgened Maude to death with. They approach, but Kyler and Hail are prepared. He lashes out with his knife, and tries to slash down the chest of Excalibur, but misses. The brute from 1 grabs his arm, and twists it around, pulling Kyler towards him, and holds the sword to his neck, and yanks it across the soft skin, tearing it open.

Hail makes her move while Excalibur has his hands full with the body of the dead boy with 9. Her arrow flies from the string of the bow, and launches through the sheltered area. Clashing with the eye of Issabella, the shaft of the arrow protuding from the arrow, while Hail tries to take this as her time to escape. While Issabella clings to her face for the last time, before collapsing to the ground dead. As Hail dashes out, Matilda and Kezaiah notice her escaping. Matilda's arrow scratches her leg, but Kezaiah's arrows both find their position. One driving directily into her head, the other making its lock onto her heart. She runs another five meters before collapsing to the floor, concluding the bloodbath, with the final death from the girl from 11.

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Nine careers remain, Copper, Issabella, Troy, Blake and Eros dead. The remaining Careers move together, each of them grabbing the basics they want. Arming themselves with the weapons. Aquamarine walks to the back, grabbing another trident. She slips tosses it from hand to hand, before moving out of the mouth, to where the others are forming a ring.

"How many others died". Her voice is soft but afirmative. All the Careers knew she was in charge, despite Kezaiah having the most kills.

The girl with the long red hair answers quickly, who emptying a second quiver of arrows into her own. "18, maybe more, but only 18 bodies lie here". Aquamarine nods, then her next question causes a riot.

"Who got kills, I took down 2". She looks round the tributes one by one.

"Same here". Excalibur is the first to answer, but Matilda responds next.

"2 aswell". Her eyes are scanning through the supplies, trying to find another set of throwing knives.

Kezaiah chirps in, breaking the formed silence. "I killed 3, and I know Issabella took down another before she was killed".

"River, Jeremy, Marta, Penny...any of you three". Aquamarine stares across at the four sitting in the corner.

"I killed 1". Jeremy and River both answer at the same time, while Marta and Penny both shake their heads.

The leader focuses on the ground for just a second, as if adding up the deaths. "So...that makes 12...meaning who were the other 6...".

BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

The cannons sound one by one, confirming what Kezaiah said earlier. "Ok, so it is 18. So Troy, Copper, Issabella, Eros and Blake were all killed, but that still only accounts for 17 deaths. "Guess one of them probably killed someone...".

Kezaiah rests on a thick black box while Aquamarine rests down n a black canvas chair. "Should we not focus on planning what we are gonna do tonight. With 18 dead there is still 29 more to die".

"And 21 that are running out there, getting further away as we talk. I say we go now, start the hunting early". Excalibur is resting his feet on the box, one of the 4 males in the Careers, with Eros, Troy, Blake and Copper dying. Leaving River, Jeremy, Kankri and him with 5 girls. 5 strong girls.

He stares around at Matilda and Kezaiah, who both nod in agreement, leaving the decision to Aquamarine. "Half of us should go, some of us should stay though, protect the supplies. Excalibur, River and I will go into the forest, while Kezaiah, Matilda and Jeremy will head up into the mountain, with Kankri, Penny and Marta defending the fort. Is that ok with everyone". Each of them nod in unison, before getting up to move, and within minutes, Excalibur, River and Aquamarine disappear into the forest, while Matilda, Kezaiah and Jeremy head up the mountain, to where many tributes lie hidden.

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Kole and Eucy continue on through the forest, slowly moving through. Kole has a single knife in his pocket, and a bag of oranges, while Eucy has a twine of wire, and four rolls. They are moving through the forest, along the bottom of the mountain. They are chatting away about things, while planning what to do in the arena.

"So should we just continue moving, or should we head back, try and take down some tributes". Kole speaks clear, stopping the conversation, and taking it down a more direct path.

Eucy answers almost instantly, as if she was waiting for this question. "I say we keep moving out of the way, at least for now. This is when the Careers will strike, so I reckon it will be better if we start moving now, and we know no one that died. It would be easier to plan ahead of we know those hwo have died". Kole agrees, and they continue moving. Away for the Careers camp, but little do they know, the Careers are getting closer to them with every second that passes.

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Satan and Mystique are standing strong beside a pond. Both of them are wearing backpacks, Mystique containing a bottle of iodine, and a pair of see in the dark glasses. While Satan's contains a bottle, and a thin bladed knife. He also holds a pack of crackers in his hand, that he found less than 10 meters from his podium. Both of them have been travelling since the games beginning of the games, and have planned to keep moving. Wanting to locate a steady supply of food, but also try and track down some tributes.

They fill up Satan's bottle, both taking a quick drink before they move on. They are heading towards the river that cuts through the forest, and leads down to the beach area. Neither of them trust eachother, but both know they are safer together, and are creating a plan to keep their lives for now.

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Silver is hidden up the mountain, continuing to climb up the place. On her back the bow is slung, with the quiver on the other shoulder. In her backpack she holds a basic supply of food, a small loaf of bread, a pack of dried fruit, and a canister filled with water she got with a small mountain stream. Along with a small knife and a pot of burn medicine.

She has her eyes locked on a cave about 100 meters upwards from where she stands, and she can clearly see the three Careers setting off in her direction, and decides to pick up her rate, and move slightly quicker. Breaking into a steady run. She has spotted some other tributes, but has decided to let them flee, knowing killing them could alert the Careers to her location, and risk her safety for now.

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The supplies of Kronos, Axl and Currant lie in a small pile, while the three boys survey what they had collected as a group. Kronos managed to save a thick axe, and a apack containing a box of matches, a pack of sweets and a canteen of water. On Axl's side he holds another pack, with some rope and a tent pack inside. He also managed to salvage a thin knife. Despite the others loft gains, Currant seems to have secured the most. He gained a large pack from deep inside the Cornucopia, containing a bag of apples, and a bag of chicken pieces. A set of matches, and a set of throwing knives, but also grabbed a club from a rock while escaping.

Once they compare stuff, each of them takes back what they had, and they continue to move. Their destination being the mountain, knowing it would probably be the safest place for them. Kronos seems to be taking the lead, despite his life before the games, that neither of the other tributes know about. They grouped together due to the fear of the Careers, and with Excalibur, Aquamarine and River getting closer, their fear may not be unjustified.

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Cassandra and Layla are resting in a small cave about a third of the way up the mountain. It is shrouded by a series of bushes, so they feel safe for now. They are analysing their situation, and trying to work out who they saw die. Cassandra managed to get a thin plastic sheet from the far edge, while Layla dived slightly further in, and grabbed a large backpack, containing a small sleeping bag, an empty canteen and a coil of thick wire.

They pack all their supplies up, and contemplate their options, whether the continue moving, or to risk staying here. After a heated discussion, they decide to stay, risking the chance of the Careers stumbling upon their hiding place. They decide to split up the sleeping hours, and Layla slips into her sleeping bag, and crawls into a small indent, using her backpack as a pillow. while Cassandra squats at the mouth of the cave. Peering through an opening in the bush at the three Careers setting off up the hill. She recognises the flaming hair of Kezaiah easily, and the green hair of Jeremy, while has no clue that the dark hair belongs to Matilda. She follows their movements as they wrap round the other side of the mountain, prepared to hunt.

Once they disappear from sight she spots it. A small stream about 20 meters to the left, falling beneath the earth at that point, but above it a small clear pool. Cassandra rushes over to Layla's bag, exctracting the canteen, and moves back to the door. She stares around, and with the sight of no one, she darts out. Moving fast across the soft ground. Her feet slip a couple times on the ground, but she makes it to the pool with no trouble. As she is filling it though, that is when trouble strikes.

"Matilda, I heard something from back there, scuffled steps or something". The voice comes from close, just above her, just round the corner. Cassandra instantly screws the top back in the bottle, and moves backwards. "Yeh, there it is again".

The voice continues to speak, but it is joined by hurried footsteps. And just as Cassandra moves into the cave, the three Careers come round the bend. The where the small pool was. "Jeremy, are you sure". The soft voice of Matilda is clearly questioning his judgement, but does not seem sure enough.

"Yes, I am completely sure...it was decently loud, maybe they are hidden around, in one of these caves". Jeremy moves along slightly, crossing the small stream. "We should check them".

Kezaiah and Matilda look at each other, then nod. Breaking up. "Ok, Jeremy, you head up a bit, Kezaiah, you head down". The footsteps become more muffled, as they cross onto the grass. "Any of you seen anything".

The searching continues for about 5 minutes, and with each second that passes, Kezaiah comes closer to the cave. Cassandra tenses, and realizes she is going to be found. Her instant reaction may not be the best, but it is her decision. She darts to the side of Layla, and pushes her to the side. Waking her from her slumber.

"We have to go, the Careers are coming. Put the sleepingbag in the backpack, then come join me at the opening, and quickly". She dashes over while Layla packs up, and shoves her supplies into her bag. She peers out, and sees Kezaiah, little more than 5 feet away, and when their eyes meet, that is when the fun begins.

"Matilda, Jeremy, they are here, quickly". Kezaiah loads an arrow into her bow, and fires it directly at Layla who is just breaking from her cave. It catches into the backpack, that Layla knows she cant carry.

"Cassandra, help, can you get this". Cass nods, and catches as the rucksack flies at her. She throws it onto her shoulders, and tears down the hill. Aiming for the forest. Layla is not much faster without the rucksack though, and Kezaiah's second arrow flies right into her leg. She tumbles down the hill, her face landing in the dirt, and before she knows it Matilda, Jeremy and Kezaiah are standing above her. They roll her onto her side, and her eyes are focused directly on the point where Cassandra disappears into the forest.

"So, should we just kill her right now". Matilda withdraws one of her knives from her jacket, and bends down to the face of Layla.

Kezaiah pushes away her hand, and shakes her head. "No, I think we should take her back, give the kill to Penny or Marta. Or...". A malicious look appears on her face, and it spreads onto Jeremy and Matilda.

"Are you talking about...". Even before Matilda finishes, Kezaiah is nodding her head. "...torture".

"Give the Capitol something to talk about...". The three of them agree upon this statement, and Jeremy grabs the arms of Layla, and forces her down the hill. Matilda and Kezaiah follow them, both prepared to fight. Both prepared to defend their captured victim.

And from the edge of the forest Cassandra watches as her former alliance is dragged away by the most vicious people, ready to be tortured, and in the end killed. But she was just a tribute, and Cassandra had her long distance aims in mind, and with one less tribute in the game, she was not complaining.

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Thias ducks under a fallen log, and continues moving through the forest. Unlike most of the tributes, he has entered the slightly more marshy area of the forest. He leaps over the small bogs when he comes to them though, and steadily moves. He ran from the instance of the bloodbath, and gained no supplies. He has a destination set in mind, wanting to cover a couple of miles today, and break free from the Careers range. After a while, he slowly comes to a halt. Staring around where he stands. A small pond lies about 10 feet away, with a couple of plants around them, while a cluster of berries grows at the base of the tree. He walks over to them, and holds one in his hand. It is a soft red colour, with a glacious shine to its skin. He rolls it between his fingers, before crushing it. A deep red juice flows out, pouring onto his hand.

He throws the berry to the floor, and plucks another one, and throws it into his mouth. Crushing it with his tounge. He waits for a second, waiting for anything to happen. But nothing occurs, he slips it down his throat, and again, waiting for anything to happen. But after about 5 minutes he finds it safe, and picks the bush bare. Placing them in a leaf he picks up from the ground, and placing it in a zipped up pocket. His next objective is drink, and he walks over to the pool, stripping off his socks and shoes, and dipping his feet into the surface. He waits a second, letting out a sigh of relief. He settles down there for a night, pulling himself up into a tree. Perching on a branch about 6 meters up. He eats a couple more berries, before drifting into a broken sleep.

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Chiara has been unable to stop since she watched Aliya die. With Kenny chasing her, she has to move with risk of being killed. She has no supplies with her, having dropped everything after the death of her ally. And just behind her, Kenny chases through the lowered bows the tree. His bag full of key supplies, and the mace swinging in his hand. His bag contains a canteen filled to the brim with cold water, a bag of berries and a pack of fever medicine. Neither of these tributes seem like they are going to give up, but with the dark setting in, and the tributes slowing down, it is clear one of them will fall soon.

Chiara, from 10, finally grounds to a halt, after about 3 hours of on and off running, and stares around. Kenny is not in her instant sight, so she takes this time to grab a brance, and slowly moving up the branches. She breaks into a mad clamber, and finally rests, her back to where Kenny should appear to, pressed tight against the trunk, shrouded by the multitude of leaves. She slowly waits. Patiently waiting for Kenny to appear, and hoping he does not see her. And time passes, and as she assumes, Kenny comes tearing through. Staring around, his run turning into a slow jog. And to the horror of Chiara, he stops beside the tree next to the one she was climbing. Putting his back to it, and taking a drink from his canteen. She lets out a single breath, which sends Kenny's head flying to the side, over to where Chiara should have been heading. He stares in that direction for a second, before throwing his bottle into his pack, and following the path he was chasing. Chiara waits for a minute, letting him get his distance, before hopping out from the tree, and taking off in the complete opposite direction.

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Chase crosses the river, splashing throught he stream. His feet now soaking, but giving him the coolness he needs. He had been walking for almost 4 hours, and covered around 9 miles. He waits for a moment, scooping a handful of water into his mouth. Sighing away. He managed to grab a single knife from the bloodbath, before Marta got to close for comfort, and he took off into the forest. He is the furthest from the Cornucopia of the tributes, and is almost reached the far end of the beach. The darkness is beginning to fall, so he decides to rest for the night. He uses the knife to climb high into a tree, driving it into the bark, then swinging his foot onto a branch. He hopes due to the dark, he will stay hidden, and move on in the early hours of the morning, before it has gained light. He swings himself onto a strong Y branch, and slips his knife into his belt. He stares up at the sky, and decides to wait for the faces to appear before heading to falling to sleep.

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Courage rests down on the rock, his backpack sitting infront of him, the sleeping bag that was held within now wrapped around him. Also in his bag was a length of rope, an empty metal canteen and a small pack of dried fruit. He nibbled of a couple of them earlier, but was unable to locate a pond to fill his canteen. He has decided to rest until morning, and move out then, head towards the mountain. He knows he needs a weapon to stand a chance in these games, and knows the only way that was coming was through going back to the Cornucopia, or killing another tribute. But with no weapon, the latter was near impossible. He rests back, moving behind a small bush to provide at least some camouflage, but still with a clear sight of the sky above, waiting for the faces to appear.

But before this, he hears a noise coming from the otherside of the clearing of trees. A slight rustle, and then a flash of light. Torch beams from the Careers, Aquamarine, Excalibur and River. They walk a bit further, and with the wealthy supply of light, Courage slips further behind the bush, pulling his sleeping bag over his head.

"Aqua, we have gone far enough, it has been almost 6 hours, and we need to head back. Night has fallen". River's voice comes from directly behind the light beam, showing he was carrying the torch.

"He is right, we are not getting anywhere..." Exaclibur chirps in, his sword shining in the light, his feet less than 5 meters from Courage. "Maybe the others will have had more luck".

"Have you heard any cannons, no I do not think so". Aquamarines voice is snappy, but is lacking in her normal brutality. "They have not made any kills".

River and Excalibur exchange a look, and then respond. "Aquamarine, River and I are heading back, they may have wounded someone, or have some important news". Aquamarines glowing blonde face turns away from Courage, and she nods with consent.

"Fine, we will go back, I guess it is still gonna be a couple hours walk". Courage lelts out a sigh of relief, and watches as the trio move off, back the way they came. But Courage does not relax yet, he waits until the three Careers are well gone, and no traces of light can be seen. And once that happened, he stands up, shoves his sleeping bag away, and continues moving, in the opposite way to Aqua, River and Excalibur.

Position in Games
None/Careers = Captured by Careers