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...


2. Second Scenario- Training Day Two


Alanna Pyre:   Alanna walked out of the dining room on the sixth floor of the training centre, Caleb pursuing her. She pressed one of the various buttons on the wall, and they slid open, revealing the elevator. They both stepped in, the doors closing. The elevator descended swiftly, and opened once more, having transported them to the training floor once again.   They both stepped out, and Alanna surveyed the various survival skills stations. Today she was going to gain some extra survival skills. First up on her list was disarming; an essential thing to have in the arena. She crossed the room, almost to the station, when Caleb put a hand on her shoulder. "Um, if you don't mind, I'm going to go try the first aid station," he pointed to the station in question, currently vacant, "I figure I'll be more use in that area." "Sure, go for it," Alanna replied, "You may actually save one of us with that knowledge." Caleb, looking more like a puppy that'd just been rewarded for sitting on command, was about to burst off, when they both heard a scream. Alanna looked behind her, and saw a figure flailing about in the pool; drowning. "Look, Caleb. You go off now, I'll catch up with you later." She made a run for the pool, Caleb quickly following again. "Hey, wait!"   Alanna made it to the edge of the pool, and could see the face of the poor drowning tribute; the girl from 12, April. Acting on impulse, she threw her arm into the water, grabbing April's hand, and pulled her up. April let out a loud exasperated gasp, before staring wide eyed at the duo before her. "Thanks," She began, "You saved my life." "Don't mention it," Alanna replied, wiping her wet hand on her shirt, "I don't like seeing innocent people die and knowing I could have helped." "Wow, that's exactly how I think as well," April climbed out of the pool, coughing up some water, "You know, a person like you'd be great in the arena. So what do you say, allies?" She stuck her hand out, smiling slightly. Alanna stuck her own hand out in response, the two of them shaking hands, creating a bond that would be hard to break. "Allies."   Alanna left April back at the pool, and finally reached the disarming station. As soon as she arrived, the instructor equipped themselves with a knife, and charged at her. Alanna ducked, barely avoiding the blade. She continued to lay down as the instructor charged once more. Just before the cold steel made contact with her throat, she threw her fist upwards, delivering a powerful uppercut into the instructor's chin, the knife clattering to the floor. She got up, and another instructer came towards her, this time holding a bow, fully loaded with arrows. Thinking on her feet, Alanna bent down, avoiding the first arrow, and grabbed the knife. She stood up, and launched the knife at the instructor. It hit right on the hand, a small stream of scarlet red dripping down, the bow also falling to the floor. "Wow kid, you're good. Real good." Alanna ignored the praise, and moved on. Next up was Mutt knowledge; she was already fairly skilled in agility and stealth naturally, so she decided to skip those two stations.   When she reached the station, she found several computers on desks, each showing the Capitol's seal. She sat down at one, and the screen changed to show an index of Muttations that were most likely to appear in this Game's arena, categorised by the type of environment that they've appeared in. The first she checked was the forest environment, and made a mental note of each Muttation that would be found wherever trees were to be found.   First up were the jabberjays; genetically altered birds that could perfectly replicate a person's voice. Alanna figured that they could be used as a diversion, to make someone think that an ally was in trouble. Next up were mockingjays; the offspring of jabberjays and mockingbirds. They could imitate tunes and rythyms, and could be used as a communication system. After that were small golden squirells that posessed the ability to glide, armed with razor sharp claws and teeth. And lastly was a small rodent that acted as an indicator; if it suddenly died, that meant that a disaster was approaching.   After going over the forest dwellers once more, Alanna moved on to aquatic Mutts. First on the list was a small crab, coloured a deep green. At first glance, it looked like a regular animal, just oddly coloured. Alanna looked again, and noticed another detail. They were covered in spines that would erupt with corrosive acid under stress. They also tended to gather in swarms. Next was a type of seagull, looking fairly normal, apart from the massive talons that wouldn't look out of place on a hawk. She moved on to the next Mutt, and taking in the information, let out a horrified gasp. It was a jellyfish, except that it had a set of eyes, and could maneuvre on land, latching onto their victims, injecting them with their paralysing venom. Alanna quickly changed to the next Mutt, and thankfully the category had changed as well.   Moving on to the urban Mutts, the final category, Alanna began to take in the details of the first Muttation. It was a living pile of tar, touching it would result in your skin melting off in an extremely horrific way. It could also encase you in its body, hardening, and suffocating you. Alanna quickly moved on to the next one, a deceptive Mutt that disguised itself as either a puppy or a kitten, but in reality was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode with the force of the Cornucopia landmines. Alanna moved on to the final Mutt in the database, and nearly screamed out loud upon seeing it. It was a large, hairless quadruped, with massive black claws on the end of each pink foot. A very fine coat of hair covered its neck, leading up to its head, the most horrific feature. All orifices were gone, except for a massive, gaping mouth, filled to the brim with row upon row of tiny sharp teeth. Alanna could already feel the bile rising from her stomach, and her breathing became laboured. This was the very same Mutt that ripped her older brother to pieces a couple of years ago in his Games. She ripped the plug from the socket, the computer losing power, and ran from the station, fighting back tears.   She made her way to the far corner of the room, and released a choked sob. No, no tears. It'll only make them pursue you as a weakling. Alanna swallowed back the tears, and made her way to the next station; edible plants and animals.   In the middle of the station was a massive book, filled with all kinds of plants and animals, with a brief description of which ones were safe, and which were poisonous. She opened it at the first section; berries. There were so many different types, she was overwhelmed at first, but soon found out which were worth remembering. Under the picture of each berry were the years that they appeared in. Alanna took note of those that appeared more than twenty times, and those exclusive to the first three Quarter Quells. Ones that stood out in her mind were nightlock; a pitch black berry that contained such a potent poison that the consumer would be dead before the berry even hit their stomach, and were known to contain medicinal balls on occasion, and a brightly coloured berry that, when eaten, would make the consumer hallucinate, their surroundings appearing to be their innermost fantasies.   The next section of the book was dedicated solely to various animals. The ones that Alanna deduced to be the most likely to appear in the Games were Grooslings, a type of bird that could be eaten both raw and cooked, mockingjays and jabberjays, both edible, and a type of lizard that was actually filled with tracker jacker venom. The rest of the book simply contained various ways to extract the toxins safely, but was in too much detail for Alanna to comprehend all at once.   She left the station, closing the book, and moved on to the last station for today; lock picking. It seemed out of place with the others, meaning that it probably held a secret to the arena's design. Curious, Alanna walked into the station, and found Caleb there, in the middle of undoing a locked door using a strip of wire. "Hey Alanna." He looked up as he finished, the door swinging open. "What brings you here?" "Well, I think that this station may have something to do with the arena's layout." "Really?" "Yeah." She said, grabbing various lengths of wire and hairclips, and walked over to the locked doors and padlocks. She looked to see the instructor set a timer; ten minutes to unlock all five doors and padlocks. She started on the first door, and shoved the wire in, fumbling around until she found the tumbler. She pressed down harder, the door swinging open. Good, one down. She glanced at the timer. Eight minutes left. Next up was a padlock. She picked a small hairclip, and put it in, twisting and turning it until it latched open, and the clip fell out. Now that she had the hang of it, she flew through the remaining locks, with two minutes to spare. Satisfied, she stepped out of the station, and a bell rang out. Lunch.   Alanna met up with Caleb and April, and they began to munch down, until two figures approached them. "Um, excuse me," The smaller one began, but trailed off, eyes wide with concern. "What Caera's trying to say is, mind if we sit with you guys? Names Alluma, by the way." The other one finished, and the two joined them. "Hey, I just had an idea!" April announced, smiling widely. "Why don't the five of us band together in the arena, we'll be like the Careers or something!" "But without the training." Alanna replied ruefully, poking at some multicoloured bird with a fork. "You're right. How's about we call ourselves the Anti-Careers! We'll have the same number of people, but we won't be hellbent on killing the others." Alluma added cheerfully. The five of them then began discussing their plans; to meet up in the south-eastern most part of the arena after the bloodbath, provided they survive.   Alanna watched as her allies began to tell each other stories from their districts. They could have all been great friends, she thought, if it weren't for the fact they were all planning some way to kill each other.   Markus Lucian:   He stood impatiently as the elevator doors opened, his district partner quickly running out of there, away from him. How easy she would be to kill. He strolled into the centre of the room, and took in each station, before deciding on the four that he'd study for the day. First up was hand-to-hand combat, a personal favourite.   He quickly approached the station, and the instructor glanced at him. Upon recognising the tribute that they'd be sparring with, their eyes widened, and they vanished behind a door. Markus stood there, clenching his fists, wondering what was taking them so long. He looked around the room, at the others. His eyes did linger on the girl with the bright red hair for a moment longer than usual; perhaps it was the bright colour standing out from the dullness of the room.   The door opened again, and out came the trainer, clad in full body armour. Markus sighed. This trainer must be weak if they needed a full set of armour just to exchange punches with a mere tribute. The trainer glanced, prepared to tackle Markus, but he was faster. He darted around the trainer, kicking them in the back of their knees, causing them to collapse on the floor, writhing in pain. He then leapt on top of the trainer, and delivered a forceful punch to their face. Judging by the cracking sound, he had just broken their nose. He let out a small chuckle as the instructor lost consciousness. Markus stood up, leaving his pathetic partner to lay on the floor. That was boring, to say the least, so he moved on to his next station.   As he reached the stealth station, the trainer just looked at him with stone cold eyes, but behind that mask was a strong fear. Markus crouched down, ready to run the laps. Three... Two... One... Go! He propelled himself forward, racing along the course, ducking as the first obstacle flew towards him. Next up was a hurdle. He leapt over that with ease, before turning to the final stretch; the assault course segment, lined with trainers holding bats and paddles. He slowed his pace slightly, the first trainer missing him entirely. He sped up again as the second one launched their bat at him. He caught it mid-swing, and threw it back, hitting the trainer in the face.   He came to a stop, and the main instructor congratulated him on setting a new time record. He stood there as his pulse returned to normal, and caught a glimpse of red. The red headed girl from before was standing at the agility course, anxious to start. He half listened as the instructor briefed her on the course, and joined her at the starting line. The countdown started again, and they were off, Markus quickly overtaking his partner. He leapt over the hurdles with ease, soon realising that this course was almost identical to the last one, and looked back to see her tripping on one, trying to catch her breath. He avoided the weapons once more, and made a perfect stop at the finish once more, the redhead just behind him. She caught up to him, and looked right at him, as if expecting praise or compliments. Instead, different words left Markus' mouth.   "You were pretty damn slow there." And without any warning, he began to laugh. A deep booming laugh that seemed to come from the furthest depths of him, haunting and mocking at the same time. The redhead glared at him, hurt written all over her face. "Screw you." She spat, turning to leave. A smile crept across Markus' face. Time to toy with this one, to see if she'd be worth keeping alive for a while. "Leaving already, Ginger?" She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned to face him. She marched right up to him, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. She drew her arm back, and punched him. Right on the arm. Pain throbbed through Markus' arm. Violence, this wasn't part of the plan. Blinded by sudden fury, he grabbed her by the collar of her training uniform, lifting her off the ground. "Do you really want to start something?" He asked through gritted teeth. The redhead just stared at him coldly. "Dunno, am I?" He glared at her back, both of them staring at each other with intense fury, until the readhead pushed him away. A Peacekeeper, alerted by this conflict, approached them. "Is there a problem here?" The redhead turned, and walked off, leaving Markus alone. "Evidently not."   He moved on to the last station of the day; edible plants and animals. At the station, he found a half bored instructor, and a massive book on a desk. She looked up at him, then pointed to the book. He took the hint, and opened it. It was mostly what he already knew, but with the frequencies of each plant and animal's appearance. For instance, he found out that nightlock berries have been featured in sixty two of the arenas. Going over it all one last time, he closed the book, and stepped out, having completed today's list of things to do.   And as if on cue, a bell sounded out, signalling the end of training, and lunch. He walked over to an empty table, and began to eat. He smirked once more as he went over the past two days in his head. He was ready.
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