68th Hunger Games

I rise into the arena and I am taken back. The calming thoughts are taken away in the breeze. There is the traditional woods set off to the right and in front of me lies the cornucopia backed by a set of collosal hills that transform into a towering mountain, absolutely breathtaking. To the right lies an ocean or a big lake, hard to tell. Its waves are crashing and catching the sunlight and casting silver glints of beauty everywhere. I look off to find my place where I will subside. The woods look to be about perfect. Dense forest that covers almost 1/3 of the arena.
The ocean/ lake would be my second place to reside. The rolling hills will be littered with too many tributes. They have placed obvious edible plants in stones throw of the cornucopia to lure tributes in. I'm not an idiot, though.
I look to the starting discs that are next to mine. To my left there is the district 8 girl who has ginger hair and looks to be about 14. On my left is the district 2 girl. She looks at me and smiles smuggly. I shoot a sly smile right back to her and give her a wink
I look to the cornucopia. I got a 10 in training scores for my work with axes and knives and I know the careers are looking for my blood, since only one other career got a 10. The humangous District 1 girl. She is a monster with a mace and I sure hope she doesn't pursue me first. At 5'8 I might be able to put up a fight put not for very long against a 5' 11" career fit to kill.
I position myself to run, right into the cornucopia. I have my eyes on an axe and a couple of nice throwing axes right next to it. Perfect. I look around and decide the pack on the way to the axes would be a wise choice. I see a nice long hunting knife, arranged oh-so eloquent in a skinny colth case next to the pack I had my eyes on. Oh yes this has to be for me, and me only.
It turns out 60 seconds is the right amount of time for all of this to go racing through my head. I position myself to run.
I hear Claudius Templesmith's legendary voice booms through the arena, "In 3-2-1" I blank out for a minute and my body completely takes over. I start off in dead sprint for the cornucopia It feels like I can't stop if I wanted to, and I don't plan on it. It seems nobody is next to me and I am in the lead. I grab up the bag I had in my sights and hurdle over a crate. I put the pack around my body.
I hesitate a little when I relaize I forgot my knife, but I can not stop at any cost. I keep sprinting and I am right in the mouth of the cornucopia within 3 seconds of picking up my pack. I get my grip on the axes I had in my sight. They are nice looking axes. I don't exactly have much time to look at the design, but I do see that there is one that is roughly the length of my elbow to my fingers, and the others look to be about the size of my forearm. I slide the smaller pack of axes into my belt and take out my bigger one.
I whip around to see other tributes are taking part in this awful killing. I see people being killed left and right. Knives and spears flying about. I have a weapon and I see the district 12 boy grabbing my knife and a bag. I narrow my eyes and see him starting to sprint away. He looks about 17, and I chase after him. He thinks he is alright, that no one is pursuing him but I prove him wrong when kick his back leg. He gives in. As she sinks to the ground he draws his knife and takes a swipe at my stomach; I dodge it and swing my axe at his throat. He tumbles backwards, up to his feet and staggers. He comes flying at me and duck under his knife and sink my axe into his stomach. I pry the axe out of his abdomen, and the knife from his hand. I set my eyes on the woods.
All of the sudden some huge body slams in to me. I immediately freak out. All the advice from trainers saying "stay calm" has totally left my mind. It's the district 2 boy. He has a spear in his hand, and has trapped me under his monstorous weight. I grab the spear just below the metal point and hit him with the back side of it. A small cut appears on his face and he tosses his spear aside. He grabs a long curved knife from his belt and attempts to stab me in the throat. I move my head at the last possible moment and it sticks in the ground. I take this moment to push his wrist off the knife, resulting in him falling. His chin hits the ground, and I take my other hand and shove him off my body.
He grabs his knife and I grab his wrist. We wrestle with the knife and he grabs my face and tosses me off. He attempts to tackle me when I get back on all fours and I kick him off. I start to run and I see him grabbing my ankle. I take this moment to take the knife from my belt and put it in his side. It is just in time to stop him from using the ugly, jagged knife he holds in his hand. I pull my knife from his side and leave.
The tributes are scarce now and I start to scurry off and I look behind me just in time to see the broad side of arrow flying my way. I hit the deck and it narrowly misses my head by what looked to be less than 3". I hate arrows I think. They always give some lucky career 50 feet to kill someone. I come up and make my path of flight unpredictable. One second I am rolling off the ground, the next jerking to the right, then the left. Another two arrows come at me but don't quite reach me.
I start to take off sprinting, bee-lining for the trees when I feel that I am out of the bow's reach. I break throught the woods and start running for my life. I feel as though the careers are coming after me right now, but I hear nothing. Then I realize they probaly stayed behind to gather weapons, and guard their food. This comforts me. 1 or 2 of them I can take, but surely not all of them.
I am looking behind me to make sure I have no pursuers, that's when I feel a wall hit me. No, it's a person. We're both on the ground a little dazed and I can see he has no weapons drawn. I think about killing, but before the thought enters my mind he starts to sprint off. I don't know what district he was, I hadn't noticed him before.
I must look like a fool. Laying in the middle of the forest. i get up and resume running. I run at a fast pace for close to 15 minutes then slow it down to a speedy jog. As I wind down I alternate between a slow run and a slightly quick run. I end up walking because I am a whole lot better at sprinting. I stop periodically to make sure that no person is following me. I freak out and throw an axe when I hear a harmless rabbit hopping out of the bushes. I don't hit it, and I am kind of thankful, because killing a rabbit with an axe is very messy. It sticks in a tree and I go get it and sit down.
I figure I am about and hour and half to two hours away from the cornucopia and I should really look through my pack and take inventory on my supplies. I look look at my weapons first. I have 1 knife, which will do, as long as I can manage to keep it in my possesion. I open the small pack of axes and am delighted when I realize they are specially made to be thrown. One is an aqua blue color and is made out of cold metal. I look at the second axe and it is black with a sliver grip I test them out and they dig in deeper than a regular axes.
I look at my other axe and it is silver with a padded handle and gold inlay. It looks if you're going face to sace with some tribute. I open my pack and it is better than I imagined. There is a nice 8" dagger on the top of the supplies I pull it out. It looks wicked scary. The blade is wavy, and the point is freekishly sharp. I place it in my boot and keep on looking.
I come across a good size of chicken and dried beef, nothing wierd about it except its huge portions. I see a sleek, green bottle that is filled with water. My eyes widen, but I dismiss the idea of even thinking of breaking into it. I keep looking and I find a small sleeping bag made out of nice material, a flashlight, a first aid kit, a sharpening stone for knives.
Night is about to fall so I think climbing up a tree sounds like a dandy little idea. I find a fork in the tree and and cradle myself in between the branches. I tie the belt on either brach ,to make a cot. I wrap my sleeping bag around myslef, I am about to drift off then the anthem begins to play.
How did I forget the anthem? It starts to play and I see the faces the boy from 2, the girl from 3, the girl from 5, the girl from 7, the boy from 11, and both from 12. Only 7 dead? I killed 2, so what were the careers doing? Working hard to secure there weapons and supplies, things were scattered pretty far away from the cornucopia. Still the re-runs of deaths will be scarce and the audience will be jarring for more. i have to remain calm. I close my eyes and try to stay calm. I doze off with the familiar smell of pine that I know from home.