The 100th Hunger Games [currently being edited]

Arena: Day 4 - Pregnant?!

Marina Shore's POV

I wake to up to the now familiar feeling in my stomach. Such a feeling one could not describe.

Kai is still fast asleep in the branch next to me; most of the tributes are likely to (like us) move to the forest. It's much cooler here and it provides more resources. He stirs every so often in his slumber, twisting and turning.

I sigh and gaze up at the rays of sunlight sparkling through the trees.

Now is the time to tell him. I have too. This is our fourth day in the arena, one of us might die soon. I have too.

Gently, cautious not frighten him, I shake his shoulder; pleading him silently to wake up, I whisper his name softly.

"Kai." I whisper. "Kai, love, wake up."

His eyes slowly peel open and I grin at him in success. It isn't a easy job getting him up in the mornings.

"Mornin, Marina." He mumbles, rubbing his eyes. I don't answer, as I decide I might as well tell him straight away.

"Kai," I begin.

He nods, waiting for me to carry on.

"I'm, urm... I'm pregnant." I stutter out, tears starting to glisten in my eyes.

A huge grin flashes on his face for a moment and then it fades as he realises where we are.

"You have to win." He says, determinedly.

"But, but Kai... What about you...?"

He looks down, not saying anything, his eyes watery and glassy.

Alec Horne's POV

My teeth glistening with rabbit blood, I trudge through the concrete jungle. All my life I had been waiting for the what I thought would be satisfying feeling of killing your allies. Betrayal. My mother always told me how heart warming it felt when she betrayed her allies. The feeling of power surging through your veins.

However I'm not feeling any kind of power of warmth pulsing through me. Ever since I saw Ruby and Bronze lying cold and pale on the floor, I've been feeling more vulnerable than ever.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was never meant to be a career, a ruthless killer.

I shake the thought out of my head, furiously. Of course I was meant to be a career. I am a career.

My lips crackling with thirst, I stop in my tracks and tug a two litre bottle out of my bag and chug it down.

As I put it back in my bag, I hear something. My ears perk up in surprise and I nclutch my spear. Maybe all I need to get back in track is a kill, I think.

"Or maybe you need to die." A sickly sweet voice chirps behind me. I spin around, growling, realising I had said it out loud.

I'm too late, Rowanna already has me in a firm headlock. I struggle helplessly; how is this pathetic girl beating me a fully grown man?

My biceps ripple with frustration, why can't I get out of a fifteen year old girl's grip?

"Never underestimate Rowanna Maple." She roars, snapping my neck.

Instantly I fall to the ground, my eyes dilated, every ounce of life sucked out of my body in the matter of seconds.

BOOM!

Rowanna Maple's POV:

For a moment I grin, proudly, at my kill but then jog away to let the hovercrafts come.