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Charlie Charter

I needed to just sit down for a minute, but I couldn't.

"Shouldn't we clear away the bodies? I mean at least Luna's." Victor shook his head,

"Even if Specs has an easy way if people are coming they will have already heard everything. We won't be able to hide it from them."

"So we just sit and wait?" I couldn't stop picturing Luna's scratched face so pale in the murky water.

"Sounds like a plan to me," Specs said.

"We need to eat too, I'm starving." I didn't want to seem like a complainer, but I felt weak and light headed, my stomach was past the point of going crazy. Instead it just kind of numb. We all looked around. There was nothing in plain site.

"What about the peoples supplies have we looked through them yet?"

"Some of them did have quite a bit." Specs started to walk towards the fountain, "Lets gather it together in a pile, under that tree for now."

"We'll have to move it latter though or else people will try to steal it if or when they come in." As I started to walk towards Luna's back-pack in the bushes I saw the sun glint of something. When I reached for it I realized it was a water bottle. My stomach twisted in a sick contortion thinking of the bodies that had fallen into it. Might as well fill it though. I walked tentatively over. I forced myself not to throw up and held the water bottle open under the spewing water as to not get shocked myself, because by the time it hit my hand and sometimes my arm it wasn't connected to the electrified water so it had no charge.

Taylor Silk

"Are you okay?" I asked Sparkle worriedly. We'd just had an encounter with Claire and Skye, and Sparkle had been injured in the scuffle. I walked over to her as fast as I could, considering I had just been kicked in the stomach. Hard.

"Yeah, I was just cut a little." Sure enough, there was a wound going halfway down her back. There was a steady stream of blood coming out, but she looked unfazed by it.

"Do you want me to stitch it up?" I asked, glancing remorsefully and my dwindling supply of thread.

"Sure. But do you have enough thread?" She responded.

"I think so. But this might be the last of it, considering how much of it we've used. Just don't get hurt anymore, okay?" We both chuckle silently at this remark. I start to stitch up her wound, when I hear the sound of metal hitting the ground.

"What do you think that was?" She wondered.

"I don't know, but it sounded pretty close to us. We should probably move." I suggest. I groan when I realize what I'd just said. We had been on the move the whole day. It was getting pretty dark, and I had only gotten a few minutes of sleep since this morning.

"Well, the sound came from over there," I pointed what seemed to be east, "and Claire and Skye went in that direction. So we should go that way." We had just come in that direction, but oh well. If it saved our lives, then I would walk all the way across this park. We headed off into the gathering darkness.

Heading East, with Sparkle Tourmaline

Sparkle! NOOOO!!!! Hmm...Er, sorry. I know my charecter is dead n'all but I just wrote a Hunger Games Fan-fic and woould love if you guys reviewed it! *Puppy dog eyes.* Please?
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Skye

Lions thundered out of the enclosure like rocks in an avalanche.

"There is no way we can outrun them!" I cried out to Claire. They were already gaining ground on us.

'Can they climb?" She asked.

"What? How would I know?!" I demanded, bewildered.

"well... climb up that tree!" She demanded, pointing to on old, oak tree. Rather then questioning her, I obeyed. She climbed up one near it.

The tree was easy to climb, because it had several hallows for my feet and hands. It sees I got high enough just in time, as the lions circled our trees.

"Eventually, they'll get hungry or bored." Claire remarked dully, as lions tried to jump into out havens.

"Before we starved?"

"Hopefully not." She remarked.

We sat for several minuets. The lions ceased to jump, but instead laid lazily in the vicinity of our trees. I napped a little, but just watched the majestic lions.

"Claire?" I asked.

"Yea?"

"Thanks. I though you would ditch me."

"we're a team."

"For now. but what if it's final two? Then we can't be a team. But I'm- I';m afraid to fight you."

"We'll decide about that when it comes." She drawled. I could see her looking at her nails.

"These games are stupid. What's the point of killing 11 good children?" I asked her.

"To see who is the best." She mumbled. That was the end of conversation.

Eventually, the lions did get up and paced away.

"Is it safe to get down?" I asked Claire.

"Shhh. Yes." We slid down the trunks, our feet barely making a sound on the leafy ground. We set off once more for the Copercournia.
I don't think that's how you spell it, but you know what I mean.

Specs Wyre

There were no questions on the dying girl in the bushes, though Charlie gave her a glance once or twice. He doubted any of them knew it was him who had ended her pathetic life. He cast it a wayward glance as Charlie filled the next waterbottle. Her eyes had turned glassy, the edges of the puddle of her blood crusty, with the inside still sticky and-though he didn't test this- probably still warm.

He headed over to Victor, who was stacking their supplies around the tree. He looked up and saw Specs, one corner of his mouth twitching upward in recognition, but after seeing Spec's lack of reaction, he turned back to the stockpile.

Specs' hand twitched toward his splint. The end was nearing. Groups of three now were a bigger liability. Charlie had proven herself trustworthy, she, at least, wouldn't kill him unless she had to. Victor however, didn't like Specs. He'd be faster to kill the small boy before the end. Specs had to ensure that point wouldn't come.

One stab and it would be over. If he got the neck, he wouldn't be able to tell Charlie his killer if she got back before he stopped twitching. Specs was sure he could fake some shock and horror, he'd make up something about seeing a tribute run off after slitting the boy's throat, if he was fast he could possibly re-hide his knife before Charlie saw it.

Spec's fingers were on the knife when Charlie came through the bushes. Specs covered his motions by scratching his leg through the brace, then tossing the small bag of sunglasses and tweezers among the supplies.

"Alright." Victor said, dividing the pile in three at random. "Everyone be sure you have some water, you're responsible for that. Otherwise, we'll share the other stuff, and try to rotate them so no-one has the advantage, or a reason to kill someone else untill-" he faded off, not wanting to continue.

Specs surveyed his pile, the small bag included in it, as well as his broken tazer. He stuck the base of the modified flashlight in the bag, and slung that to the top of his brace.

It was about then that the wind started to pick up...

Charlie Charter

Sand and grit was blowing around on the wind. I looked to tops of the trees, they were swaying back and forth haphazardly. I noticed I hat the bag with the sunglasses and I put them on hoping no one else would care. Everything turned dark blue. I knew it would impair me if a fight came along, but If it came to that I could easily snatch them off.

"What are we going to do now?" I had to shout over the wind. There really wasn't much could do. It would be almost imposable to get anywhere against the air and dangerous at that.

"We should find shelter," Specs said. I looked around. Victor started forward and I followed. A crash sounded out behind me and I whirled around to find a dead tree right where I had been seconds before. I ran after Victor and Specs to catch up my heart pounding.

We ended up going to the Cornucopia. We all sat huddled in the very front of it. For some reason it was calm there. I leaned my head against the cold wall and closed my eyes. In an instant all the faces I had killed or helped to kill were there. I snapped them back open. I thought of Dakota. What was he doing? What was he thinking right now? I pressed my lips together. My vision got blurry. Don't cry you idiot. I told myself, but I didn't listen. The tears still welled up and ran over. I just wanted to be home. In my own bed. Asleep... My eyes closed and drifted off.

Victor

There was an obvious reason for all of the wind. The game makers were trying to get all the tributes to one area for some reason. Probably because things were getting boring for the snobs at the Capitol. That really wasn't what was worrying me, though. What was worrying was the fact that the wind was calmer at the cornucopia. That could mean only one thing. Within minutes, we would be surrounded by all of the remaining tributes. And we were wide open.

"Charlie! Specs!" I shouted. I could barely hear myself, but they somehow were able to hear me.

"What?" Charlie yelled back.

"Look out for the other tributes!"

Neither of them were dumb and were able to catch my meaning. None of us were very good at range and I was low on time to set up an effective trap. Still, I went to tinkering with a basic snare trying to push it out as far as possible from us. It wasn't working very well and it was still very obvious and if I pushed it any farther, it would tangle or fly away. My only hope was that no one would be looking for us. I drew my dagger and got ready put the cornucopia to my back. At least my rear would be covered, but I still felt way too open. There was nothing stopping even my alliance from attacking me. I just had to trust that they wouldn't.

Lyndolin

I made a sling for my arm out of tree leaves. It covered the gash, but I couldn't bend my arm without a lot of pain. My climbing would definitely be affected. Then the wind started. It almost blew right out of my hiding place, but I was able to grab a branch with my good arm and stay in place. I held on with dear life trying not to let go. I knew the people who attacked me were just outside and I couldn't face them. I didn't even have a weapon. It was in the electric water.

I saw the group of three (where was the fourth?) run to the cornucobia. That was when the branch broke. The wind pushed me towards the cornucopia where they were waiting to kill me. Finally I stopped moving and was able to get to my feet. The wind seemed calmer the closer I got to the cornucopia. My goal was to find a place to hide to wait it all out and maybe find some water or food left behind in the chaos.

Victor is at cornucobia. Lyndolin is close to their position but out of sight.

Claire

"How's your throat?" I ask, glancing over my shoulder.

"What?"

But I don't dare yell louder. A strong wind has picked up, whipping my hair around and sending branches flying past us. It's getting stronger too, so that it's getting harder to walk in a straight line. I pause at the end of the woods. The wind is a dull roar now, and even sheltered in the trees here, I can feel it pushing me forward.

Forward. Not sideways. Why on earth is it only blowing one way? I guess that, in itself, isn't suspicious. But we had been heading more or less in the direction of the Cornucopia. Everyone was probably there earlier, for the water--we have little hope of it still being safe. But there hadn't been more than one or two cannon blasts. Which meant that some of them could still be waiting.

And now we are being pulled forward. I feel Skye come up behind me and turn. She's holding her arm over her eyes.

"Shelter!" she screams, and though the wind tears the words from her mouth, I get the general idea. But where? The wind is definitely getting stronger now. In a few minutes we'll have to hold on to the trees to keep from getting dragged out. It's picking up dirt and grit too, that stings my skin where it falls. We don't have time for shelter, I realize. And there's no way we can sit here until it drags us out. I feel for the water and dagger in my belt. The other stuff is already gone, I feel in horror. But the water I need to survive, and the dagger I need to kill.

A hotdog stand, pushed by the wind, moves past. It's almost funny. Then a particularly strong gust hits me and I'm flying.

Caught in the storm, near the Cornucopia, where I'll arrive in a few minutes. I have a knife, but I think landing too hard will injure me. Please don't kill me, but feel free to wound be further, at least for now.

Skye Arg. Writer's block.

"Claire!" I howl. I grabbed onto the stand in time to keep me from flying. But what choice do I have? I must stay with her. Slowly, very slowly, I feel myself elevating from the ground. A rock slams me in the head, creating a small gash. "Claire!" I think I can see her silhouette.

"Skye?" She asked quietly. Blood mixes in with the snow around me, from my neck and my head now. These games are harsh.

"Yes!" I tried to 'swim' through the air, but it makes no difference. "Hold onto something!" She grapples for a tree branch. It snaps in a matter of seconds, but it gets me close enough to grab her hand.

"Don't let go." She says. The reality of my smallness and insignificance in this world really hits me. Why should it care if I die? I'm just one of the millions. We can't really do anything to get away from nature. Claire and I glide, letting the wind take us wherever it wants to. Do we really have a choice?

(Grrrrrr... am I really still second on the list? *face palm*)

Taylor Silk When was there a storm? Just wondering, but I'll go with it! xD

We start heading off in the direction we just came. I can tell Sparkle is tired, since we both haven't slept for a while. I notice a howling noise in the distance.

"What was that?" I ask, panicking.

"It sounds like an animal!" Sparkle replies, fear in her eyes. I can barely see them, but I notice the trees in the distance are moving. Like, really, moving. I'm surprised they haven't come out of the ground yet. Sparkle and I exchange glances as we see the invisible force coming closer. We both dart for the nearest tree. I hold on with all of my might, and it hits me. Hard. It's almost deafening, and I'm losing my grip on the tree. I start looking around frantically, trying to find Sparkle. I see her on the opposite side of the tree. I grasp her hand. She squeezes mine back. Another blow from the wind. I'm pummeled in my side from various objects, which luckily, aren't big enough to kill me. I look into Sparkle's eyes, and I see fear. She says something, but I can't hear, because of the wind. She says it again, louder.

"Taylor! Look out!" I look behind me and can't register what is flying at me. All I know is that it's big, almost as big as me. It hits me square in the shoulder, making my whole arm go numb. I let go of the tree with one arm, being pushed against the other side. I'm glad that I grabbed Sparkle's hand, because it's the only thing keeping me alive. I shift my position on the tree, and part of a branch jabs me in the thigh. I scream out in pain as it digs in. I move over again, this time on the same side as Sparkle. I can only find one hand hold. I try to grab with my other arm, but it hangs loosely at my side, no use to me at all. I have to take a risk here, if I want to survive.

"Let go of my hand!" I scream to Sparkle. She shakes her head. She holds on even tighter. Having to use my fingers for fifteen years, they're pretty strong. I pry them away from her's, and I feel a flying sensation. I grasp for the hold, but find nothing but air. I'm thrown into a bush, and I hit my head against a fallen branch. I'm not that far from the tree, but my vision starts to blur at the edges.

"Taylor!" The last thing I hear before I go unconscious is Sparkle screaming my name.

In the Animal Kingdom, with Sparkle. Unconscious, bruised thigh from tree, numb arm from object, beaten up overall from wind.

I re-updated the killing off list if you guys want to take a look. A few people told me they didn't want to die and I rearranged the rest of them. I was thinking we could have a battle at the cornucopia and kill the people in bold and maybe a few on the list. Then the final people could fight it out...

Taylor Silk

Sparkle is shaking me awake. It really doesn't help the excruciating pain I feel all over my body.

"Taylor! Wake up, please!" She's on the verge of tears, I can hear in her voice. My eyes flutter open, and I see her face, close to mine, fear and pain all over her face.

"Oh my God! You're okay! Oh my God!" She keeps saying, over and over again.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I'm really not. I pull up my tattered pant leg, and I see a big, ugly bruise on my thigh. It's from the branch. I feel a giant egg on the back of my head, and my shoulder aches.

"Man, what a storm." I chuckle. It hurts to even laugh.

"Why did you do that?!" She screams at me, her joy turning to anger. "I held onto your hand for a reason! You could've died!" She emphasized died.

"Isn't that why we're here?" I mutter under my breath.

"Oh no." She whispers.

"What?" I ask worriedly.

"I think the wind was trying to push us towards the Cornucopia. I think the games are almost over."

In the Animal Kingdom, heading towards the Cornucopia

Sparkle Tourmaline

Taylor exhaled gruffly at the news. It made sense, there could only be what, ten people left? less? The gamemaker's would want a good, bloody, wide open fight before this was over. Hopefully, I'd be the one leaving alive.

" Might as well head towards there, before the Gamemakers make another storm," I said. then I caught my mistake, and looked at Taylor. HE was brused, and I bet he was hurt worse than he showed. HE wouldn't be able to move more than half a mile before he collapsed.

" Or, how about we camp here and-" my words were cut off by a sudden crack. " Get down!" I whispered stupidly. Like Taylor could get lower down. A knife flew over my head, missing me by inches. Suddenly a crazed looking girl crashed through the trees with another knife in hand. I grabbed my sword and stood up, ready for a fight. Taylor was clutching his knife.

The girl, Maple Bradbury, I think her name was, charged us with a scream. She must have been crazy, a yell like that here. From what I remembered, she was rather quiet and calculating, smart enough to not attack two people like this. I knocked the knife out of her hand and grabbed her neck. She was crying now, and laughing. Taylor was staring oddly at her, looking surprised.

" Um, is she, uh, crazy?" He asked. I nodded as I slit her throat and threw her into the woods before her blood could stain my already disgusting shirt. I looked back at Taylor. He wasn't shaking, and wasn't crying either. Maybe the games had made him tougher. I know they'd made me tougher.
Maple dead

Specs Wyre

Free of the wind, Specs' mind began to work again. He wouldn't last long here, back against metal, waiting for other tributes to come and finish them off. There had to be some way to get within the globe, to force the tributes into a bottleneck...

"Charlie," He called. "Victor. Come with me." He started around the globe, relying on the fact that they were the first ones there. They hurried around, following the small boy, who had found a steady and quick rhythm with his splint, tugging the cords with the precision and mastery of a skilled puppeteer. A building this large had to have a purpose, perhaps it was a ride or gift store once. either way, they would be better off inside than outside.

Sure enough, the other side revealed boarded up doors, and a tattered poster advertising a space-adventure themed ride. They wouldn't have enough time for getting through the doors, but a ventilation access panel was much easier. "Look out for other tributes." He said, lowering himself beside it. the screws were difficult, but between the tweezers and the pliers he managed to get them out. "Here. You two first." He said, sitting back on his brace, looking up at the other two to let them go ahead. Victor nodded and crawled in first, sending a glance back at Charlie to be sure she was following. The two disappeared into the hole, and Specs took a last look out into the arena.

At that moment, the wind spiked, and there was a loud thump, followed by a scream and a second thump. Someone was talking fast, shouting for another tribute. Specs watched as the two district 11 tributes came around the corner, the girl dragging the unconscious boy. Her back was to Specs as she checked her team-mate for a pulse as a gash on his head leaked blood sluggishly into his shaggy brown hair.

The odds were too good for Specs to pass up.

He drew his knife from his brace, limping up behind her, using the wind to hide the sound of his gait.

She didn't realize he was there until moments before he slit her throat.

She slumped over beside the boy, who mumbled something as he struggled towards consciousness. Specs ignored him. The gash indicated he hit the cornicopia head-on. Most likely had brain damage, plus he would suffer shock from seeing his district mate dead beside him, himself laying in a pool of her blood. Specs would let another tribute deal with him.

"Specs? Specs!" Charlie's voice echoed from the vent. from the sounds of it she was trying to back up, to get out and check on him, a foolish decision.

"Here. I am coming, go ahead." He said, returning to the vent and crawling in. The body would be enough to attract any other tributes, to lure them inside. his work was done out there. He followed the other two in darkness, and the passage gradually widened and vents allowed light to pierce the blackness. the other two were ahead, and Specs' eyes darted around... there. the vent branched off at one point, and the other two had already passed the branch. Specs paused, waiting until the others were a good distance, but then Charlie looked over her shoulder at him, eyes questioning why he wasn't following.

"I am going to look around. If you are not able to find me, I am probably dead." he said. Charlie looked pained a moment, but then nodded.

"Be careful, little guy." She said, coming to terms with the fact she might never see him again. She followed after Victor without looking back.

Specs paused a moment, then turned down the passage. He needed batteries, and a place with a solid wall against his back for a bottleneck. The games were coming to a close, and he had to take ample measures.

Maple is dead. James is injured outside, fair game? Inside the cornicopia, just separated from Charlie and Victor

Charlie Carter

Charlie bit her lip thinking of Specs leaving, but just minutes before she herself had thought about taking the same action. There was a point in the games when teams were more harmful than helpful. She knew Victor must be plotting to get rid of the kid soon anyway. His leg brace was a hassle, and Charlie doubted him faking his weaknesses. He was so loud, and weak, she was certain he would never survive more than a day more. He had been a liability, a liability they couldn’t have afforded.

Charlie stopped in her tracks staring at Victor’s back. Rusty blood stains covered it. “Victor.” She started even though she knew he knew that she had stopped. He looked back; there eyes met for a second then he turned around again and kept walking. There was nowhere for Charlie to go, but back. She turned around towards the light, but she felt very, very alone. As she walked in front of the light streaming through the window her shadow fell against the wall and she jumped seeing it out of the corner of her eye.

She stepped out into the sunlight again and saw a boy and a girl laying there. Dark red blood had pooled on the ground. Charlie whipped herself around. Who did this? She suddenly needed to be in an open space, somewhere she knew no one could sneak up on her. She stepped so she could see at least a few feet around her. She turned slowly in a circle panicking. That’s when she remembered Specs. What had he been doing? Killing someone? Why hadn’t she heard a scream? His brace was much too loud for that. The wind whistled in her ears. She stared at the tributes. Then one rolled over.

She just stood there for a minute staring the tribute down. His eyes were big, brown, and hard. Only until he whispered something did she move closer. She leaned in as far as she dared.
“What?”

“Just kill me.” Blood was caked at the corners of his mouths like he had been coughing it up. His head jerked back and his whole body tensed. Charlie felt vomit rising, she was repulsed by the image.

“Please” he whispered a few minutes later. “I’m going to die anyway.” Then he circled into a tight ball another spasm shuddering through his body. Charlie pulled out the knife from Luna’s bag started to cut his throat. She tried to do it quickly, but he seemed to have some will to live because he rolled over, started to kick at her. He was much bigger and she ended up having to sit on him knees on his elbows then finish her job. It is what he wanted she screamed at herself over and over until the thing was done. Bright red blood was smeared on her face, her pants, and Luna’s knife. She did vomit then. Away. She had to get away. She grabbed her stuff and got up in a rush. She stumbled away from the body. She wanted to be anywhere, but in this wretched god forsaken place.

James Haltinger - dead. She is alone right outside Mission: space and fairly close to the cornucopia.