The Fourth Quarter Quell

It's been twenty years since the Capitol had been reinstated, combining forces with District 13 to completely destroy the survivors of the Mockingjay rebellion, once again taking control of Panem. But the rebels hadn't made it easy for the Capitol; expecting defeat, they deleted all citizen records from the database. It took nineteen years, but they managed to once again recollect the data from the citizens.

And by popular request, the Hunger Games have been reinstated; guaranteed to be more brutal than ever. And starting with the fourth Quarter Quell means that they will be more over the top than ever before. And this year's twist: To show that you can never be prepared for an uprising, the tributes were selected in advanced without their knowledge, taken in their sleep, and woke up in a Capitol bedroom. And this time, the Careers aren't the only bloodthirsty ones, so watch as friendships are made and betrayed, kids turn to killers, and most hauntingly of all, a ruthless monster...


4. Fourth Scenario- The Bloodbath


Alanna's eyes gradually opened as the golden sunlight filtered into her room. She rubbed the last remains of sleep from her still tear stained eyes. She had done a lot of crying yesterday, now she could only hope it paid off. At first, she was concerned when she cut off the Gamemaker's ear, but they obviously didn't take that into account, giving her a measly one for a score. A sly grin crept onto her face, and vanished as soon as it had arrived. She put some clothes on, and slid open the silver door. She walked down the hallway, filled with various locked doors, all elevators that were once used in past Games, but weren't used this year as one of the twists of the Quarter Quell was to skip all the celebrations, and get straight to the killing. It seemed normal, but Alanna couldn't shake off the feeling that every action she did would affect her somewhere down the line. It was stupid, but it was persistent in everything that she did. Even during her private session, she felt as if some other entity was watching her. She turned the corner, and entered the main living area.

Caleb was sat at the massive mahogany table in the middle of the room, rolling an apple around in the hands, his eyes constantly flitting from one place to another. He was nervous, Alanna noted. But she needed to be more so; not even her own district partner could be trusted.

"H-hey Caleb." Alanna said in such an exaggerated stutter that sounded blatantly false to her, but Caleb seemed to be buying it.

"What's up?"

"Nothing," She let herself trail off for just a moment, allowing tears to form in her eyes, "Just scared, is all. Caleb, I think that I'm going to die in the bloodbath." He paused for a moment, not even breathing, then his facial features contorted into a frown.

"Don't say that, Alanna, it isn't true. I mean, you've managed to form the largest alliance just by being yourself, and you're one of the smartest people here," He quickly glanced around the room, "To be honest, I'm quite terrifed myself."

"Really? I wouldn't have known. You are quite good at masking your fear." Alanna offered a smile, grabbing a banana, slowly munching on it.

"Thanks. I gues it'll help me a lot in the arena."

Their conversation was cut short by a beeping noise. Alanna's eyes grew wide as her gaze slowly drifted to the glowing clock. It was time.

"Uh, Caleb. I think that beeping means that we have to go now. It's time for the games." She yelled over the high pitched cacophony of the clock. Caleb simply nodded in response, and he walked out of the room. Alanna followed him through the door, the sound of the time telling device becoming somewhat drowned out.

They both walked down the golden hallway slowly, wide eyed, holding each other's hand as they stepped into the glimmering elevator. Reluctantly, Alanna pressed the only available button, and they shot down at an unrealistic speed. The doors swung open, and a Peacekeeper pulled the disoriented duo out of the elevator, and under a dark shape that hovered ominously above them. Alanna looked right at the object, and just as she figured out what it was, a brightly coloured beam encompassed both her and Caleb, lifting them off the ground, towards the hovercraft. Alanna tried to reach out to Caleb, but she couldn't move her arm at all. She remained motionless as a yellow hand grabbed her, pulling her into the hovercraft.

Alanna looked up at the strange woman in front of her as she pointed to an empty seat in a ring of seats, occupied by people that Alanna had never seen before- wait, they were the tributes. She shakily stood up, and sat down on the seat, a safety harness locking her in place. To her left was April, and to her right was Caleb, both somewhat dazed and confused. Alanna looked in front of her, and saw the monstrous boy from 5 staring directly at her, his cold eyes attempting to penetrate her very essence. It was unnerving to say the least.

Suddenly, a sharp sensation began in her arm, spreading outwards as the pain increased. She whipped her head around to find the woman from before holding a syringe in her hand.

"Your tracker." She replied shortly, before moving on to April. After finishing all the tributes, the woman walked into another room, and the sensation of movement was soon felt by Alanna.

"Hey, Alanna," Alanna turned to face April, "What do you think the arena's gonna be like?"

"I don't know. I'm hoping for somewhere with many hiding places. That way we can avoid contact for as long as possible."

The conversation was cut short by a rumble that shook the entire hovercraft.

"We're here." Alanna muttered under her breath. Up to two weeks of Hell on Earth that began today. She tried to get out of her seat, but the harness wouldn't budge. She looked around, and saw that the other tributes were in the same position as her, confusion etched into their faces. Suddenly, a brightly coloured mist began to emanate from the walls. Instantly tributes began to choke on whatever it was. Alanna took a huge gulp of air in, and held her breath as the fog enveloped her. She looked around as the others had begun to lose consciousness. She looked to see her two allied slumped over, and panic began to set in, but she held her breath still. Another round of gas was pumped into the room, and with her lungs on fire and her head light, Alanna took another breath. Her entire windpipe felt like it had just been set on fire and she began to splutter and wheeze, until she fell forward, losing her grip on reality.

When she came to, Alanna was in a different, smaller room, with a tube in the corner. The launch room. She stood up, and took a breath. Her lungs no longer burned. She looked down, and noticed that her outfit had changed to a black tracksuit. She unzipped it to find a black sleeveless shirt, and a pair of shorts underneath. She quickly zipped it back up, and looked at her feet. She was wearing running shoes, made of a durable material. A loud beeping blared throughout the room, and Alanna took this to mean that it was time for the Games to begin. She stood on the dark grey platform, and a glass tube encased her, trapping her inside the launch pod. It began to rise, and Alanna was greeted with pure darkness before a blinding light.

The temperature was uncomfortably warm, and the sun was shining brightly as Alanna squinted to get a good view of the Cornucopia. The golden horn finally came into view- but instead of being piled high with weapons, it was filled with crates. The surrounding area was littered with weapons and bags of various different colours. Alanna looked around. She appeared to be on a field of sun baked dirt, with two long buildings blocking off two potential escape routes. She looked around, and the nearby tributes weren't any she knew. In the distance, she could make out the silhouettes of three massive wheels, looming ominously in the distance.

5. The sudden appearance of the robotic voice snapped her out of her thought process, and focused on the immediate area surrounding her platform.

4. There were four bags surrounding her; coloured pink, purple, blue and green. The green one would be the best bet- the colour would help it blend in with the environment.

3. But right in front of her was the ultimate prize- her blowgun, complete with five darts with lethally sharp edges. Perfect.

2. Alanna controlled her breathing, taking slow, deliberate breaths.

1. She crouched down, ready to grab the bag and run.

The sound of the gong rang out, and Alanna leapt off her platform, grabbing the green bag as she ran. She hoisted it up to her shoulders as she sprinted towards the blowgun, barely avoiding another tribute. She grabbed the weapon, and wasted no time in loading it. She looked around. Already tributes were battling it out for the supplies. Then she noticed two figures. Caleb, and the boy from 5, holding a massive spiked club, prepared to end Caleb's life then and there. Caleb held up his measly knife, tears streaming down his face as the club came down towards his skull. Thinking on her feet, Alanna threw herself onto Caleb, the object inside her bag taking the full force of the club. The boy from 5 lifted it back up, prepared to strike again. Alanna grabbed Caleb's hand, and dragged him out of there as Caleb got to his feet.

They both sprinted in the opposite direction of that monster; headed east. The dirt ground became pavement as their running shoes propelled them across the concrete ground. A flash of colour caught Alanna's eye, and she noticed a large amount of tents. She ran down the path towards them, Caleb right behind her. The grey turned to blue as they reaced the maze of oddly coloured tents. Looking around anxiously, Alanna darted into the yellow one in the middle of the collection of tents, and zipped it shut as Caleb crawled in. They both collapsed to the floor, panting.

"You alright?" Caleb said in between gasps, sweat pouring down his reddened face.

"Just fine." Alanna took off her bag, and looked at it. There were holes where the club had impacted it, but she still couldn't see what was inside. She turned it over, and found no way to access whatever lay inside. Sighing in frustration, she threw it to the floor, and pushed her sandy blonde hair out of her face, and saw Caleb having a similar problem with his pink bag.

"Maybe they'll open in the night." Alanna said wearily, laying down.

"Let's hope so." Caleb replied, twirling the knife in his hands. "Hey, what about the others?"

"We don't know for sure if they survived the bloodbath, so once we determine who lived and who died tonight, we'll look for them tomorrow. For now, let's just lay low."

Markus shot off his platform, grabbing a blue bag as he ran into the Cornucopia, the golden horn offering all sorts of prizes. He moved one of the crates, and found the perfect weapon. A large club, with silver spiked ends that reflected the gleaming sunlight in such a way that it was irresistable to him. He picked up the large weapon, and stepped out of the mouth of the horn, and saw someone close. Not an ally, no, a tribute.

He readied his weapon, and charged. But the boy saw it coming, and leapt behind a crate, clutching his knife for dear life, quivering. Markus grabbed the massive crate, and tossed it aside, leaving the whimpering boy exposed. He brought his club down, and it made contact with a green bag. Wait. He was supposed to hit the boys head, blood flying everywhere, not a bag. He brought it up once more, and when he brought it down again, the pair had fled. But what did it matter. It was just two weak kids that got lucky. He'd find them later.

He ran out of the pile of crates, looking around for other tributes to slaughter. But they had all fled, leaving the place empty, with a few weak looking weapons laying about on the floor, abandoned as everyone ran for their lives. This was thoroughly disappointing; a bloodbath with zero casualties. Sighing, Markus stormed into the Cornucopia, sitting down inside it at the back, holding his club, waiting for some tribute to come and fall into his trap. But none came.

The sun was now beginning to set, and Markus stood up, stretching his legs. Today had been very unproductive; tomorrow he would find his alliance, the redhead and the cocky one, and get some serious killing done. But for now, he would get comfortable inside the Cornucopia, ready to cause a bloodbath worthy casualty total the next day.

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