The arena (The desert)

I stood on the metal platform, thinking hard about my strategy, and already sweating from the heat. I looked in front of me. There was a large golden horn, the cornucopia, I remember it from all my years watching the hunger games. The open plane we were in was littered with valuble supplies, and the closer you got to the cornucopia, the more valuble the supplies. I spied a longsword, a claymore, right in front of the golden structure. It had a black handle, coated in black leather, a gold hand guard, and a long slim silver blade. I decided, in twelve seconds, when we were given the signal to go, I would fight my way to the sword, and grab it. At the beginning, some of the tributes, fought for the supplies, while others fled, and avoided the initial bloodbath. I looked around, and saw my 24 fellow tributes. I also got a good look at the terrain, a rocky, mountainous, desert. Three..two...one! I took of running towards the sword, grabbing it, and slashing down a guy who was going for the knives beside it. Twenty three tributes left. I observed the carnage, seeing if I could find a few people strong enough to make an alliance with.

I glanced at the Cornucopia carefully. What to get? Knives, obviously. Knives and maybe some fighting gloves. Supplies, yes. The horn blared and I dashed off, faster than the brains and most of the others from the Careers. There was a definite advantage to being me. I saw someone go for a claymore - but that didn't distract me. Someone nearly caught up to me and I punched him, hard, right in the guts, whirling around to deliver a kick to his groin. He doubled over, and I snagged the knives, the supplies, and a couple of longhandled daggers. Never knew when they would come in handy. Tuck rolling out of the chaos, I began sprinting east. Water and shelter were the two most important things. They had to have a lake somewhere, or else it would be boring as the tributes parched to death.

The heat beat down on me, but I still ran away from everyone else. No alliances yet, just me and myself. So far.

I stand on the raised metal platform, my hands tight little fists at my sides as I crouch down ready to run. My eyes scan the surface of the ground, looking for the perfect weapons. Me and my brother have made the plan prior to this, grab our weapons, and I grab carrying packs, clothes, anything materialistic and he is to grab food and water. It is after that not to get killed, turn and hide…leaving marks for the other to follow. Hopefully it works. My eyes slowly drift up, finding my twin’s eyes in an instant, I usually always know where he is which would make the finding the other perfect for us. We are connected…we are twins…hopefully it doesn’t fail in the game. Giving him a cocky grin and a nod of my head my eyes flick to the bow and arrow that I have claimed as my own. Along the way there is a sleeping bag. Perfect. Hearing the countdown begin I plant myself to get ready to run, waiting for the horn to blare. Hearing it I’m off, my bright pink hair flying behind me as I zip forward. My breathing and footsteps hallow out in my ears as they attune to my surroundings, listening for the whiz of a weapon or the approach of footsteps. Along my way I see a male kicked to the ground by a female, but I don’t stop, just jump over him and avoid the girl. Reaching the sleeping bag I swoop it up, putting it over my back so it sticks up to cover my head, if a weapon is thrown hopefully it will lodge in the sleeping bag if I can’t duck. The bow and arrow is almost in my grasp when I see a hand reach for it. I don’t think but react, I’ll think later. Using my running momentum I throw a punch at the persons nose, using my punch to carry me forward so I can spin and deliver a high kick to the persons neck when they stagger back. Spinning from my kick I go low, reaching out for the bow an arrow I come up, an arrow in hand. The arrow I flash out, sinking the pointed end into the persons neck before pulling back, swinging the quiver of arrows over my back and putting the bloody arrow back in. Finally I step back to take a look at the person I just killed…a young girl. Pushing away my disgust I turn, scanning the crowd to just see a glimpse of my brother running away. I pull an arrow out and notch it to the bow, letting it fly at a boy that was running up behind my brother, lodging it in his back so he falls over dead. Quickly I take off running, swiping up weapons and supplies as I run. I no long care what I grab as long as I get out alive.




I feel so alone on this platform, so used to having my sister by my side. She is the fire, I’m the ice, we complete each other. Needing reinsurances she is there I raise my eyes to meet hers, giving back another smile as her plan came back to me. Get weapons, get supplies and leave. I’m not going to fight as much, I just want to get my stuff and leave without blood shed if I could. Though If I have to I know I will fight and I will kill. I’m only going to die by my sisters hands and that is at the end of the event. Returning my gaze to the scattered supplies I look for any weapons that would interest me or my sister. I saw some knifes, some very small and some large laying open on a cloth. Further towards the golden Cornucopia was the food and water supplies. Sighing I knew I would need to get there, get them and run away. Hopefully I can make it…never mind I WILL make it. Settling down into a crotch I wait for the blare to tell me to run. When It sounds I jump forward, running as fast as I can towards the knifes. Need weapons first. Gathering them up I shove them into my shirt to hold the bundle, while I only take one knife to fight with. I don’t think the knifes in my shirt will hurt me, the cloth they are held in is strong material. I don’t wait to see if anyone is coming but dart towards the bag of food and water I see, I needed to grab it if I wanted to survive in this barren land until I hunker down with my sister and formulate a plan. Along my way I grab a small metal disk like shield and buckle it to my back as I run. My hands close around the bag of food and I duck to the ground as a knife flies over my head. I don’t care to fight, just grab the knife lodged in the ground in front of me and take off running. My sister would like the knife, its one of those fancy throwing ones. I ran towards the mountains, sure there would be water and wildlife there for hunting. I don’t hesitate as I hear someone approaching behind me, just turned long enough to see if I should fight or run. He falls to the ground dead, an arrow in his back. Looking further back I see my sisters pink hair as she runs towards me, bow in hand. Nodding my head I turn and run, knowing she will follow. She has my back while I watch our front. Like I said we are the perfect team.

Clutching my large blade with two hands I sprinted forward, and blindsided a young boy, quickly running the length of my blade through him. I wiped the blood off of my face. I turned around, and ducked, dodging the swing of a shortsword at my head, by a girl, grabbed her by the throught, and slammed her into the ground. I put my blade to her neck, and a plea escaped her lips. "Please.." I put my swod at my side sheathing in into my belt, and decided to let her live. I jog a few steps, and notice a pink haired girl with a bow, and a boy with knives and food, running away, and decide to chase them, as these could be valuble supplies. I grip the handle of my blade and run after them.

I finally catch up with my brother who had stopped a little farther back to wait for me. Gasping for breath we quickly dispersed our weapons and supplies so it was even among us. Along a belt at my side I had a short sword, a couple of throwing knifes, and a hammer. My brother had his sword, his bundle of knifes and arm guards. Between us we also had enough food for the both of us for a couple of days and water and a sleeping bag. Making sure everything was tightly in place we where ready to go. I turned over my shoulder to see a boy coming towards us, dropping back I switched places with my brother so I was behind and he was in front. If I missed him with my bow, though highly unlikely, Sinclair would take him with his sword. “Alliance? Or Kill him…he has a nice sword you could use” I whisper to my brother. I didn’t wait for a response, already thinking about a plan. Maybe I would make an Alliance, and if in the future he proved stupid or even too good we would kill him and take the sword. Simple plan but effective. Notching an arrow to my bow I pull the string back, taking a stance, and getting ready to fire. “Come in peace or die before you can take a step! This is your only chance of an alliance, other wise you will be dead on the ground and I will have your sword” I shouted out. Hopefully he was smart enough to realize that because I had a long distance weapon I could shoot him before he got close enough to use that fancy sword.


I watched as my sister took control of our supplies, my eyes scanning the forest and behind us. One of us had to stay alert. Absently mindly I whipped the blood off of Jazmin’s cheek, not wanting to see her blemished by the blood even though I knew we could both handle it. After all we where trained for this, trained to fight and die in the Hunger games. In the end we would come out as us two (hopefully) and one of us would kill the other. It was told to use since we where born. Brining myself back to reality I realized I had lost time in my musings, and Jazmin had spotted a male coming our way. She was asking my a question but I didn’t bother to answer, she was strategy but she just liked to talk her plan out loud. When she called out to the male to make a possible alliance I took out my sword and took a fighting stance in front of my sister, my shield coming off my back to latch onto my left arm as I held my sword in an expert hand with my right. We where ready for battle, if the guy knew best he would come with us. He may last a couple more days before we killed him.

I thought about her offer for a while. "Hmm...You know...an alliance at this point in the games, really wouldn't hurt. Especially now that you have that bow." I took a few steps "My name is Calico. And yours?"

{Sorry for the delay}

I looked at him with wary eyes, I mean I’m not completely stupid. Yes I made an alliance, didn’t mean the guy wouldn’t turn around to kill me. This was survival of the fittest, back stabbing was common. Kill or be killed, really what else could I do but watch my back. I lowered my bow, though I didn’t un-notch the arrow. I wouldn’t do that for a while. My brother and I would take turns watching this fella, he would have to gain our trust. Flickering my eyes past him I tried to figure out what to do. “Should we go back and fight?” I muttered to myself. Taking the main land there would be wise, with all the supplies…but did we stand a chance? With another man to look after I didn’t think our supplies would be good enough to support us all. Looking back at the Calico guy, or what ever the hell his name was, I tipped my head slightly to the side. “What supplies do you have? OR where you stupid and only got weapons?” I ask him, unable to keep the venom out of my voice. He couldn’t be stupid enough to not take any supplies right?


Sometimes I wonder if my sister enjoys getting people mad at her. She was doing well enough, her mind on strategy until her last comment. Really did she have to use that tone of voice? Specially in this game if you got someone mad they will be more likely to kill you…but may be that was her plan. Provoke the guy until he attacked so she would have an excuse to kill him. She would get the sword, and for the viewers watching she would be innocent. He attacked, she defended, she didn’t go against the alliance. It would be smart later on, but right now I think we could use the guy. Taking my shield off my arm and putting it back on my back I then returned my sword to its position on my belt. I would be friendly at least, and first step to gaining our new friends trust was to show I trusted him. Stepping in front of my sister I made sure to protect the male with my body in case she let that arrow lose that she still had notched. “Ignore my sister’s tone, she just stressed, just killed two people. Any who I’m Sinclair and my sister is Jazmin. Did you bring supplies? Or do we have to go back and fight for some?” I said, trying to be polite though I would hate him if he said we had to go back and battle.

I smirked at her comment. When the boy stepped in front of her, I replied ; "I got some supplies, but not many. But, I think that we should wait untill the fight dies down a little bit, and then go and scavenge whats left. Theres no point in risking our lives now. So..Uh, what can you two do, in terms of skills, per se? Or," I smiled, and looked at the girl. "Are yu stupid, and have no skills?"

I started at the guy, deciding I didn’t like him. I mean the guy had a valid point about waiting till the fight dies down, but by then there may not be enough supplies left. I left them to walk back a little to peer threw the bushes towards the fight, wondering what was going on. It seemed like some people formed an alliance and where making camp there. Going back to my little group I looked around trying to figure out what to do. The two guys where short ranged fighting and I was far, it was good in a fight…but for getting supplies bad. The team out numbered us, and once the killing finished off they would come hunting in groups. I looked back at our new team mater “Got an rope?” I asked, though I was pretty sure the answer was no. I ignored his question, decided to let my brother to answer and instead looked around for strong veins to make rope out of.

Looking between my sister and the boy I realized that this might be a tension filled game, it seemed like they where destined to go after each other. Sighing I ran a hand threw my hair, wondering if we should kill him now and save myself the headache. Shaking my head I gave a tight lipped smile at his question, decided to distract him while my sister thought of a plan. “our skills? Well Jazmin is handy with long distant weapons. I’m more short ranged” I said. No need to go into more detail or say actually how great we are at our chosen weapons.