(This is the unedited version. I'm posting for thoughts and such before I edit more and send it in...Be ruthless in any comments!)

Silky sheets of white encompassed the platform. It shaped a coffin of beauty for her to lay her head upon. In the very top center of the bed, right where Amelia's head went, was an exotic white and neon blue striped flower. Out of everything she knew, Amelia had never seen or heard of the strange plant. Now what's this for? With a sigh, she brushed it aside and laid down. Flowers? So soon? How sweet. It nuzzled against her stomach as the glass top whizzed down.

Metal clamped against glass. A solid sheen of white covered her eyes and left her dazed as the ground rose. Her body was jolted back and forth. Be careful! You idiots. It was as if they hadn't realized that she held more importance than anyone else.

The sleek Mickey boots she wore fit snug on her ankles, directly covering the end of her tight spandex pants. My butt looks killer, she couldn't help but think. God, I'll be the hottest bitch out there. A smirk crossed her face as she fingered the smooth gray shirt she wore--and the chunky gray jacket they'd thrown on top. It was too stuffy. Her hands, though, were fabulous. Nails painted a deep shade of scarlet and half gloves basically glued themselves to her wrists. Metallic spikes about the size of a pin-needle jutted out. They were sharp enough to draw blood at the slightest touch. Amelia shivered in delight as images of bloodied tributes filled her skull.

The ground continued to rise. Each shallow breath she took left a tickle in her throat. God, I sound like I'm choking on water. She stifled as gasp as a slight tremor of pain rushed through her body--leaving the tips of her fingers burning hot as the rest of her body froze. I'm running out of air, she realized in horror, and that...that damn flower...must've been poison...

Thoughts muddled, she continued to rise at an alarming rate. The sheen of light had left darkness behind--a darkness so deep and dark that nothing could contain it's magnitude. Shit! How can I see what the arena looks like? Her eyes desperately searched for something, and as pain continued to course, Amelia had no clue if she was even supposed to be alive.

They want me to die! They're doing this to keep me from reaching the arena. Oh, you fuckers...I'll going to win, you can't fucking stop me! Each unspoken word left a sticky residue on her tongue. I have to win. I have to get out--fuck! My damn body.

The pain wrapped around her skin and kissed her lips with each throbbing pulse. Her breath became hoarse as spit dribbled from her mouth. No, no, no! She thrashed about wildly, as if she could somehow slip out of the hurt and leave it behind. Her fists pounded against the glass with all her might. Each soft pound left nothing--she had no escape.

With a gentle click she stopped rising. Beep, she thought as the sound came out. Beep, beep! Outta the way--I'm coming out. Her eyes shut tight as she slammed her body against the glass one final time. Air sucked back and roared out as an intense wave of water rushed inside to greet her. Within seconds she was thrown out of the case--glass shredding her shirt and exposed skin as she kicked her legs.

Trying to breathe she caught water in her mouth and began to choke. Amelia cursed as her thick jacket only pulled her down. She kicked it off and began to swim upwards for her life. It had to be upwards--the water began to lose pressure. The light remained off.

She hit something thick and earthly. Some sort of dirt mound. Yes! A few more strokes and she managed to find a hole soft enough for her head and body to sweets through. The swampy land reeked--but the air it offered was laced with gold as she drank it down. It was still dark, but her eyes began to adjust and she saw thick vegetation surrounding her. There were other pockets of water that weren't in the swamp, she noticed. There was no time for her to consider anything else.

Amelia breathed in a large breath, let half of it out, then dives back in. Mud clung to her hair and shirt, and the cuts she'd received earlier stung like fire. With a groan she shrugged off the shirt and left the shredded garnet to float in the water behind her.

Pressure began to build on her lungs. Each stroke of her arms was forced, and her legs were slowly losing power. If she didn't reach land soon...Not a chance. The thought of herself dying was absurd.

I don't need clothes anyway. I have a bra. If anyone asks...I'll tell them it was ruined and giggle. They'll find me hot and stupid. Can't fuck a dead body well, now, can they? She surfaced again with a gasp.

Cold fingers intertwined around her calf. She swirled around and punched the girl in the nose a hard as possible. That chick from the Capitol--the crazy Lavender girl with blonde streaked purple hair and dark blue eyes. She screamed as blood rushed down her nose. It swirled in delicate trips of red about her face as she violently attacked Amelia. Icy spikes impaled her stomach for the briefest second. Skin scraped away and stuck to the glove as Amelia cried out. That whore!

Lavender grinned and surfaced for air before striking again. Unknown to her, Amelia was ready. She dodged the attack as well as she could and rammed her head into the girls perfectly little stomach. As hands grasped Amelia's sides she struck the girl's chest and stomach multiple times.

"Stop-"

"Stop? Oh! So sorry," Amelia said with a giggle, "I can't control my hands!" This is what you get for daring to touch my magnificent body.

She giggled again as bone crunched. The red stained fast through the dark waters as Lavender let out a tormented noise.

Somewhere in the dark another girl was crying out. Electra? That brown-mop-of-a-hairdo-chick girl from three? A mere twenty feet away Electra cursed audibly. What's that bitch doing? Amelia really didn't have time to deal with others. Lavender's body slumped down and fell back into the water.

Finally.

Something heavy slapped against the water. Amelia waited in the dark for the other person to speak. After a few seconds she heard a dark voice whisper, "One down, Beck."

Above her, birds called to one another. Their pleas to one another annoyed Amelia. In the midst of noise and confusion came the quick beeping. Hell yes. There was no playing around--a tribute prize was coming down for her. She stretched out her hands to catch it. The metal was smooth and fit in her hands perfectly as she opened it.

"Another one?" the guy, that one from Four she figured, asked aloud. "Where's it landing--Shit! Amelia?"

Amelia giggled as she removed the piece of round glass and dropped the empty metal into the water. It floated.

"Corr! Well, if it isn't the devil himself."

His chuckle was soft and deep against the rough lapping of the waves against the surf. "If I'm a devil what does that make you? A goddess?"

With the flip of her hair and a giggle she nodded. "Yes, actually. Like, they totally gave me a light bulb! Maybe I can make it work with my mind?"

"Or you could screw it into this thing on my head..."

She giggled again, "Oh, you mean your mouth! Great idea!" With a sigh, she continued to finger the glass. No use continuing to pretend around him. He's smart. "Really, it seems damn useless."

"So the act is dropped?"

"What act?"

He sighed. Then, Corradhin shoved back wet hair from his face. In the dark his eyes screamed at hers. "You've got the lightbulb and they sent me a headlight with no bulb. I think an agreement will have to be made."

How convenient for him. An agreeable situation. "Or, I could always kill you."

He laughed.

He thinks I can't kill him? She scoffed. It was amusing except for the fact that he might have been right. Her entire left arm was tingling with pain and she doubted how long she could stay adrift in the dark. That boy was her best bet.

"Well, I'm willing to not kill you if you're willing to not kill me. We'll use the light to find shelter until morning," she said. Chills ran across her abdomen. Bits of blood clung to the scratches she'd obtained. Though Lavender had hit her hard, the spikes hadn't gone on far enough to tear a large chunk out. Only a tiny, nail sized wound was left from the attack.

"It's a deal."

In the dim their hands met and shook firmly. She gave him a flirtatious smile before snatching the headlight away and screwing in her bulb tightly. It was a perfect fit.

As it flickered on and illuminated their faces, she allowed her wickedness to show. Her lips curled up, showing teeth as her brows fell low. The next words out of her mouth, coy and sickly as they were, caused her to giggle again. "I think we'll make a great team, Corr."

Corradhin's deathly pale skin was in high contrast to the dark circles under his eyes. His muscles looked nice with his shirt sticking to them and the jacket just barely pulled to his sides. The expression on his face was dark and contemplative, as if he hadn't just killed a girl and--more than likely--others. God, he'll be fun to work with. What I wouldn't do for him to screw me tighter than this lightbulb.