The Bloodbath

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I remember opening my eyes slowly, unwilling to start the day. Every part of me argued as soon as I began to push up, shifting the sheets above me. The satin embrace left my body and I suddenly felt so cold and alone, as if I just went days and days without the warmth of somebody nearby. I'd have to get used to that, I suppose. The feeling of having nobody there for you is obviously going to be common whilst in the arena. My pillow lied on the bed still, beckoning for me to return to my previous position. I had no time for extra sleep or quick naps. There would be no time to get my hair back into the position it was in during interviews. In only a few hours, I would be starting the fight for my life that I just had to win. There was no question about it.

I remember making my way through the halls and rooms until I arrived at the hovercraft that would bring me to my death. Possibly. There would still be a chance for me to come out alive. Everybody had a chance. But mine would certainly be a lot less considering there were big powerhouse alliances already formed. Strength often came in numbers and that's been proven through the many years of the Hunger Games. It's rare that somebody wins after having gone at it with nobody beside them. I suppose having a large alliance may attract more mutts and maybe more random occurrences but at least you have more people to fight off tributes. It's kind of a win-lose situation but the win definitely outweighs the lose, in my eyes.

I remember getting the tracker in my arm and feeling as if it was weighing my limb down. I struggled to keep it up. Struggled to keep my whole body up, really. Every part of me wanted to drop back down to the ground and to just close my eyes and wait for all of this to be over. But it wasn't that easy. It would never be that easy. I had to fight for something. I just had to. There would always be a reason to live in this world, even if it was cruel and terrible. There was always a reason to keep moving forward and to fight. There always would be, I'm sure. So why do I feel like giving up here and now and not going out there and giving it all I have got? That's the question that remains on my mind as I am brought to the underneath of the arena.

I remember putting on the uniform and feeling like there were two sets of claws crushing me. It felt abnormal and weird to have this clothing on instead of my regular outfit. Everything about this felt weird. I made my way over to the glass and the plate, not wishing to speak any more with my stylist. He wouldn't care much, I imagine. Nobody would. I could step off my plate and nobody would really care. This could all be over in an instant. Every single bit of this. And I guess that I won't be getting any confidence for the bloodbath. Nothing comes to me in the moment of need. Sure, I got some during the interviews but at this moment, there's no fake personality or adrenaline that's carrying me on. Nobody to back me up and nothing to back me up. Great.

I remember moving up as the plate was rising. The first thing I noticed was all the sand around me. A golden floor spread out all around, as far as I could see at the moment. The sun prevented me from identifying anything else, apart from a few trees in the distance. I could go there if I made it out of here alive. My eyes lock onto the Cornucopia, eyeing all the treasures that await our hands to take them. It looks different this time around. Instead of having ridges that make it look basket-like, it has etchings of creatures all across it. It's tough to identify the beasts from where I am, but I'm sure that must have something to do with it. Before I can delve further into that idea, the countdown begins to come to a close.

5.

4.

3.

2.

1.

And then I remember running. Running for my life into the craze of the bloodbath. Running because that's all I can do.

[7D7A6F] [6D6165] [AD9EA3]

Hectic. That's an understatement when you are trying to describe the Games. It's chaos. Hell. People are running all around me, focusing on the items ahead of them. I'm doing the same, trying to pick out all the things that can save my life in these Games. But I find nothing right away. Weapon. Weapon. Weapon. That's the main thing on my mind at this point. I just need to find something to fight with or else I'll be finding myself dead within minutes. All of the people around me are enemies, except for Taylor who's god knows where. We made small talk in the training centre and I guess that made us as close as friends as we can be whilst in a setting like this. I'll have to watch out for her if I have the chance. But right now, I'm worrying more and more about myself.

Then I see somebody that I'm getting close to. This is where I have to take a chance. I've fought with my fists more times than I can count, really. There's a lot of sparring that goes on during the training to become a Peacekeeper. Once or twice I've delivered a nice blow that breaks something but a lot of it has been, more or less, playful hitting. Now it's serious. Now my life is in danger too. So I pull my arm back and swing, just hoping for contact.

[[Elon ; Unarmed]]
[dice=200+5000]
[[5074 -- Broken Nose -- 5.5 damage]]

[grabs crossbow and 10 bolts]

Was that Elon? Is the boy on the ground Walker? Mahlah kept getting turned around in the sudden carnage that had moments ago been twenty four tributes standing quietly in a circle. She didn't know what to do. A weapon was in her hand now, but she didn't know how to use it. This is what if feels like to be a Tribute in the Games. It was thrilling and terrifying. The girl felt like she was a spinning on one of the machines back home in District Three. Caught in the endless conveyor, twisting and spinning through the different parts- picking up needed pieces and taking out the defects.

Speaking of defects, another tribute was spotted and determined a problem. Blood was all over the ground, the scent of sweat and death filled Mahlah's nose and images of bloodied sand, snow, and dirt filled her mind. No. Not now. Her fingers twitched, but the girl gripped them around the hilt of her weapon. Gritting her teeth, her skinny arms swung out at the defect in her machine.

[Attacks Killian with Switchblade]
[dice=200+2000]
[Deep Gash Right bicep- 8.0]

Stumbling backwards, her foot caught on rucksack, dipping down she threw it over her shoulder hoping to fill it with spoils.
[[Acquired a rucksack]]