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Samuel Stone - District One

Sam ignored his brother  on purpose and focused purely on the fact he was in a damn cave. He  hated caves. The countdown started and once again he found it hard to  not look in his brothers direction; even Sam thought how different Grey  looked... how unprepared. Stop it, he chastised himself, you're not his  baby sitter. Sam didn't really have a plan; he guessed he would just  fight, fight until he couldn't fight anymore. His eyes only focused on  the brightest and biggest tunnel in front of him - that would lead to  the weapons and food... to his damn armoury. He smirked, although he  already had an advantage... his diamonds had been woven into his shirt;  and considering diamonds are the hardest substance on earth - he hoped  that if a bullet got him, the diamonds would help. The countdown reached  four and Sam got into the running stance - again he refused to look at  competition, he only cared about himself. Three, two, one... go! The  siren sounded and Sam was gone. He sprinted with all he had down this  tunnel but he could hear people gaining on him.. should he turn? No.  Keep running. Sam realised the Cornucopia wasn't that far away and soon  he ran into a great cave - walls so dark and high you couldn't even see  the top of them. The weapons and supplies were surrounded by a shallow  looking pool of water. Only three had been fast enough to keep up with  him. Meme, Azure and Odessa. Sam didn't care though, he just kept going.  In one swoop he managed to get his pistols and some grenades, and he  turned to grab something else but saw a weak looking girl not paying  attention to her surroundings. This was his chance.

As quick as a flash he  snatched the axe from her hand and swung it down on her neck before she  even had chance to scream. He hoped his rivals saw that - he'd just  killed Odessa and he'd kill them too. More people were racing to the  supplies now so he had to be quick. He scooped up a bag with various  food and health care and finally he grabbed a bow and arrow. Sam had  chance for one final glance; he could still see Azure and Meme; both of  whom were locked in battle and he was about to attack but halted  himself. He didn't want to get into a fist fight with the strongest  competitors. "Odessa!" Someone screamed. Sam whirled round to see the  two District 11's looking at him. He gave them a smirk, "sorry, she lost  her head." And then sprinted off again; however this time they chased  him. Sam went down the nearest escape route he could find but soon found  he was running in circles. He had to think of something and fast and  then, it hit him. Grenades. Sam went down the same route he'd taken  twice before know, knowing full well they would follow however this time  when he rounded the corner he yanked a grenade from his pocket and  pulled the pin. He threw it round the corner and heard it hit the floor,  for just a second all he could hear was his chasers footsteps before...  Bam! An explosion twice the size of what he expected shook the earth  around him - fire and body parts brushed against his skin, staining his  clothes and hair. Ashes were in his eyes but Sam got up - that nose was  bound to attract people. He had to go.

Standing up he brushed a  disembodied hand off his shoulder and tried to ignore the sickening  thud it made when it hit the floor. Now looking tattered and torn Sam  hauled himself along in the dark, trying to keep as alert as he could.  Before long he came across another boy - dark hair... the name Ren rang a  bell. From these shadows, Sam knew he could take him out in some  creative and dramatic way, but he was bored of drama so simply pulled  out his pistols and shot in in the back of the head at point blank  range. "Another one bites the dust," Sam sung to himself before jogging  on. He could hear the cannon going off left right and centre and it made  him wonder if there would be any tributes left for him to fight. Sam  felt quite relaxed...until his eyes fell on another tribute. A  defensless tribute, occupied, distracted, day dreaming. An easy kill;  weak, whimpering...it was his brother, Greyson. He stopped himself from  going to him; he didn't want to get attached. But... when he saw a girl  creep up behind him he hoped his brother would hear her, would react and  save himself. However, Greyson did nothing. The girl pulled her blade  out and crept closer to Grey...Sam couldn't help it, he couldn't watch  his brother die. Before he knew it his bow and arrow came out and he  pulled the string back, getting it as tight and as strong as he could.  Sam took a deep breath and let go. The arrow embedded itself in the  girls brain and Grey was safe. Sam dropped the bow and arrow; noticing  how his brother had no weapons at all, and then crept back into the  shadows. It wouldn't do them good to be seen together - they would be  emotionally compromised. "I wont save your ass again," said Sam before  giving Grey a final look and vanishing to find his next kill.