The Bloodbath
The Cornucopia stood in the middle, all of the Tributes surrounding it. It was filled with weapons, backpacks, food. Everything they needed to survive and kill. To get there, however, they had to wade through thigh deep water. Away from the Cornucopia, the water’s depth lessened until it ended in a beach that led into the trees.
As the Tributes stood on their podiums, the horn sounded. Immediately, the Tributes sprang to action.
Four was the first one at the Cornucopia, followed closely by Lula. He grabbed a jar of fishing bait, while Lula grabbed a trident. They shared at look, before they got out of the killing area. They went opposite directions, not once looking back.
Snow didn’t even try for the Cornucopia, instead she tore off in the complete opposite direction. She was followed by Harry, Draco, and Rumplestilskin. Once they hit the forest edge they went separate ways and disappeared.
Emma arrived at the Cornucopia and grabbed a spear. She felt the weight of it in her hands. It felt sturdy. Good. She looked around her. All her enemies were spread very thin. She could throw her spear at one of them, but then she’d lose her only weapon.
She wouldn’t risk it. She took her weapon and she too, took refuse between the trees.
Danny had been frozen for a while, but then he took back his control. He jumped off his podium and got away from there. He spotted a flash of red as Henley disappeared between the trees. He went after her.
Eric went toward the trees as well, followed by Hook and Cho. Jack also felt more for flight than fight and was gone as quick as a bunny.
Christina, however, tried her luck. She snagged a backpack, not realising it was completely empty.
Ginny ran. She darted through the trees. She dodged roots and stones and fallen trees. She needed to get away. The first day was always a massacre, and she wanted nothing to do with it. Better safe than dead.
Will chose to run as well. He jumped into the water and splashed his way to freedom.
Jeanine found a backpack full of camping equipment. She looked around her in case others noticed. No one did. She hoisted the bag on her back and left as quickly as she could.
Hermione couldn’t even look at the centre. She was thankful she hadn’t jumped off before the horn sounded. But now that it had, she couldn’t move. Yet she had to. There were still people here who would kill her if she lingered. She jumped off the podium and left.
Luna ran. She didn’t want to fight anyone. She’d rather be home with her father than be here. She pushed herself through bushes and brambles, the twigs scratching at her face. Still, she kept running.
Dylan looked at the device he found. He had a hunch what it was, especially considering there was a remote along with it. He threw the box toward his opponents. It landed near their feet with a soft thud.
Regina and David, who had just grabbed their own items, turned to the device, just as Dylan flipped the switch. The explosion that followed blew them both away. With a smirk, Dylan dropped the detonator, grabbed a wicked looking blade and disappeared.
The blast threw Regina a good five feet. Her face was blank, save for a small trickle of blood that emerged from the corner of her mouth. Her death was instantaneous. She would never see Henry again.
David wasn’t that lucky. He hadn’t been that close to the explosives, but still too close for comfort. A piece of shrapnel pierced his stomach. He was slowly bleeding to death. The blood pooled on the ground. It seeped through his fingers as he tried to staunch the bleeding.
He felt his strength leave him. The light in his eyes dimmed. They stared up at the sky, but saw nothing.
Tris held the sickle in her palm. It was a good weight. Small, but lethal. She spotted Merritt not too far away. He was scavenging between the remaining items. Her heart pounded in her chest. Kill or be killed. It was either her or them. She breathed in, then let it out. Then she ran.
She reached Merritt in no time. He turned around and faced her. His eyes widened. Before he could even utter a sound, Tris slashed his throat.