↔↔↔ = Character Change

◐◑◐◑ = Time-Skip(with same character)

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A forest stood, quiet, surrounded by a invisible dome. Within the dome, 24 human beings stood. Each one was aged from 12 to 18. 12 girls, 12 boys.

And over the next week or so, each of these tributes knew only one thing would occur...

The murder of 23 of these people.

The tributes all stood on their platforms, facing the cornucopia. The air was dead silent except for the countdown.

The cornucopia was in what seemed to be the only large clearing in the whole arena.

"10," a monotonous voice said.

The air seemed to thicken, muscles were tensed.

"9."

Deep breaths from everyone but the Careers--who were plenty confident they were going to make it out alive.

"8."

Neck and knuckle cracking, stretching.

"7."

'Am I going to make it out alive?' ran through the heads of most.

"6."

Game plan. Last minute plan-changes.

"5."

Searching around for teammates.

"4."

'Will I be the first to die?'

"3."

Final breath before it started.

"2."

Go time.

"1."

Tanth froze. He couldn't move. He watched all the other tributes running either towards or away from the cornucopia.

But he just... Couldn't.

He was so dead, and he knew it.

Someone started to run after him with a hatchet in his hands.

Not after him, really, but just towards him.

The boy from Seven, he thought?

But he still couldn't move.

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Sarrium had attempted to snatch a bag near him and then run off.

A cannon boom filled his ears, but he paid no attention.

He locked eyes with the boy from Two--who had a bow and arrow.

They stared at each other from not-such-a-long distance, before Two turned away.

Sarrium then turned back and started to run.

However, when an arrow pierced his back he knew one thing.

And one thing only.

The boy from Two had shot him.

Sarrium would be no victor in this Hunger Games.

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The very first cannon booming had made Marisa jump. She had sprinted just barely into the forest, and started scanning the cornucopia for Zane or Kefira. They had all agreed to be allies during Training.

But she couldn't find them, and now her heart was racing.

All she had managed to grab was a single knife. That was all.

No food, no water, nothing but a single knife.

Suddenly, she spotted Zane. He wasn't too far away form her.

But he was in trouble!

The boy from One stood over Zane, staring him down. Zane was on the ground, staring up at One with fear in his eyes.

She vaguely heard a second cannon boom, but her mind wasn't focused on that now.

Before Marisa knew what she was doing, she was sprinting towards Zane and the boy, clutching the knife in her hands.

She ran up behind the boy from One, and leaped as high as she could onto his back.

She dug her knife into his back.

Again.

And again.

And again.

She slipped off of him, hoping she had done enough.

Suddenly, the boy from One fell to the ground.

Was she dead?

A cannon booming gave her the answer.

Marisa had killed him.

What had she done?

"Marisa! Let's go!" Zane's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"B-But Kefira!"

"I haven't seen her! We'll find her later!"

And off they ran into the woods.

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Bexley was very stubborn.

"You first!"

"No, you first!

She currently stood facing off with the boy from her own District--District 10. William. She didn't even know him.

She held a dagger in her hand, while he held a bow and arrow.

"God, you're too stubborn!" William suddenly cried.

"No, you are!"

"Shut up!"

"You first!"

Bexley had had enough. She charged towards William, dagger slicing through the air.

He shot at her.

She took an arrow to the shoulder, but didn't stop running. Adrenaline carried her right to him.

She sliced at him.

She just clipped the side of his face, leaving a small cut on his cheek.

She just kept swinging her dagger.

He shot another arrow. 

This one she felt.

Directly in her stomach.

William started to turn and run away, but Bexley threw her knife directly at him, hitting him square in the back.

William collapsed.

So did Bexley.

Two cannons went off.

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Chavelle had seen it all.

She saw the boy from One hatchet the boy from Eleven to death.

She saw the boy from Two and the boy from Three peacefully walking away from each other, only for Two to shoot Three with an arrow once his back was turned.

She saw the little girl from Seven stabbing at the boy from Seven ruthlessly.

She saw the girl and boy from Ten fight each other until both of them were dead.

However, the one thing she did not see was the one thing that mattered the most.

Chavelle saw all of the deaths so far.

And then she saw--and felt--her own.

The only living tribute from Eleven could then be seen running away with a bloodied spear.