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I knew today would be a bloodbath. I grabbed my bow and quiver and headed for the Cornucopia. If there was going to be a bloodbath, it's definitely there.

Arabella had a pocket full of slingshots and a spear. Christopher had an old, rusty sword. (Lol I gave Chris the worst stuff)

"Ready?" Asked Arabella. I nodded.
"Why do I seen excited?" Asked Christopher.
"Maybe because you emotinal range in the size of a teaspoon." I said rolling my eyes. (Got that from Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix film)

We set off to the Cornucopia. I gulped down some water and we stopped for a rest and some pork. I looked around for William; I haven't seen since the games started. I reached for more water when I noticed that the bottles were gone. The streams and ponds nearby were dry. "They're driving us to the lake by the Cornucopia." Christopher said, glaring at the pond.
"You see, told you. Bloodbath." I whispered.

I was desperate for water and our waterfall was too far away to bother to check if it's dry or not.

We finally reached the Cornucopia and I nearly drained half the lake. We climbed up a tree and watched other tributes start fighting for water. The bushes started rustling except nobody but me noticed it. Without warning, muttations jumped out, snarling at everyone. There was a big Chase and we had to jump out of the tree since all the hassle was making it fall.

That's when I realised it. Red fur and green eyes. Poppy! Black fur and purplish blue eyes? Indigo! Blonde fur and Brown eyes? Xander!

I ran as fast as my feet could carry me. Arabella and I clambered to the top of the Cornucopia. Others tried to get up but we kicked them down, leaving them to the muttations.

Canon's went off constantly. We heard a familiar scream. Well, Christopher's somedog's lunch.

All the tributes were gone except for William (who was frantically climbing up the Cornucopia), Arabella and I. "I'm sorry." I told him. I stepped on his arms and he fell to the muttations, being torn apart, organ by organ.

Canon. I looked at Arabella. She sobbed and I stroked her hair. Somebody had to die. Somebody had to...

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