The Diabolik Hunger Games Volume I (Diabolik Lovers series)

The Bloodbath

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     Twenty four apprehensive tributes stood on the metallic podiums that were situated in a vast circle around the "cornucopia." It was more like a shiny gray seashell packed with weapons, foodstuffs, and bags full of who knows what. Not like it mattered much when you were about to die anyways.

     The hologram clock counted down, beating at an almost unendurably slow pace. Eyes darted around, scanning the surrounding dark woodlands as well as the shaky forms and confident postures of others. There wasn't much time to make a plan for anything when you were so high on adrenaline. The countdown hit zero and everyone flew off of their cylinder podium like their head was on fire.

     It didn't take long for Richter, Kou, Yuma, Laito, and Karlheinz to disappear into the trees, away from the oncoming bloodbath that just broke out in the clearing. Azusa got to the weapons fairly fast, taking ahold of a hatchet while Carla and Takeru began to grapple over a backpack. Shin was preoccupied; cheering on his older brother and making snarky comments on the other blue-haired tribute. A poor decision on his part.

     Azusa casually made his way over to Shin and in one fluid motion, swung the blade down right in the middle of his back. The former founder screeched in agony, the hatchet had cut deep and conjured an unpleasant crack as it broke his spine in two. Carla didn't even bother to look in his direction. Azusa watched Shin crumple to the ground who began choking on the blood that filled his mouth. The masochistic vampire slammed his foot on Shin's chest to keep him pinned, leaning down to take in his dying form. The sight of Shin writhing about in unimaginable pain made him smirk. The blood pooled onto the grass and the air filled with the sweet scent of iron.

"Cry for me," Azusa's voice drawled out in a voice as soft as velvet. "I want. . to hear your screams more and ... more. . .hnnn"

     His words were haunting to Shin, filling him up with bitterness as his body convulsed for the last time and the cannon blasted, signaling his death. Even with the canon, Carla never once looked his younger brother's way. The white haired male was well aware of what happened, but it was just another hindrance in his mind.

     Carla had been in a fight with Takeru Totsuka of District 10. They dived for the same florescent orange backpack, but Takeru reached it a second earlier and managed to get the upper hand. Carla tackled him with enough force to send them both tumbling down into the tall grass at the tail end of the cornucopia and as the green blades whipped against their faces, Takeru grunted in pain. The wieght of Carla's body on top of him was too much, preventing him from getting air into his lungs. The vampire took this momentary lapse in strength to rip the backpack out of the boy's clutched hands. Unfortunately, Carla failed to judge his own power and the bag was sent flying out of both of their reach.

     Takeru struggled underneath Carla, wrenching his left arm free enough to grab a fistful of the vampire's silken white hair and yank in an attempt to get him off. The pain was enough to make the vampire grunt out in pain, but only served to draw his attention away from the runaway backpack. 

     Carla would not tolerate having his hair touched by some low life even if they were some former god. Takeru's grip did not falter as he continued to yank him downwards. Carla grabbed the blue-haired boy's neck, his nails burying into his flesh in a death grip. Takeru let out a strangled cry as Carla's other hand curled into a fist, striking his nose. Only then did Takeru release his grip and Carla got off of him in return, but only to spot Reiji snatch up his backpack and take off for the trees. Hell no.

     It didn't take long to catch up to the tribute's untrained pace and snag his arm, pulling him down onto the ground. You just couldn't outrun someone who had years of practice for these sorts of things. He had trained hard in his home district for this very moment. Carla didn't give him a second to catch his breath before grabbing him by the hair and throwing him against a sharp rock. Reiji's head split with a dull crack as he fell onto the ground. The dusty clearing was right next to a darkened line of trees that held who knows what. The dust swirled around them in their wake, inducing a coughing fit from the dying vampire. His head split like a watermelon against the jagged rocks and not moments later there was the cannon. End.