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...


7. Seventh Scenario- The Feast I & Strongmen


Alanna Pyre:   Alanna rolled over, her eyes shooting open as an intense pain coursed throughout her stomach. Shakily, she stood up, staggering past the sleeping members of her alliance, and vomited the contents of her stomach all over a tree. She backed away from it, and tripped over Alluma as she made her way back to her bag. "Alanna, are you alright?" Alluma said as she let out a yawn, "You don't look so good." Another spasm of pain wracked Alanna's stomach, and she resisted the urge to throw up again. She remembered feeling like this once before, back home. But what had caused it? She tried to think as she heard Caleb groan and stagger away, emptying his stomach too. A memory floated to the surface of her mind; she was only young, but something had been tainted. Tainted...  She was poisoned! Alanna held back the wave of nausea that overtook her as she went through all the possible things. It couldn't have been the food, since the others weren't puking their guts up, and she hadn't ingested any of her poison. She had only used it to kill the clown Mutt back in the building, near the massive golden sink. It finally hit her. The water was poisoned.   Alanna reached into her bag, and pulled out the small bottle with the milky white fluid- the poison cure. Furtively, she crept around the back of the nearest building, and chugged down the bottle. It tasted like a mixture of mint and strawberries, a disgusting combination, but instantly the agonising pain began to subside. She let out a sigh of relief as the urge to vomit died down, and returned to her bag, the other members of the alliance waking up. She went to return the bottle into her bag, but noticed that all the fluid had gone from the bottle. It lied! It had said ten doses, but the Gamemakers had only put enough in to remove the poison from her system. Sighing in frustration and anger, she launched the small bottle towards the wall of a nearby building, the glass shattering everywhere, and emptied her canteen on the floor, throwing the metallic container back into the depths of the green backpack. "Morning everyone." April said warmly, smiling as she rubbed her eyes. Her smile wiped off her face when she saw the vomit on the floor. "What happened?" "Turns out any water that wasn't given to you by a sponsor's poisoned." Alanna said flatly, "I didn't drink much, so I think I got most of it out of my system when I puked earlier." "I guess I must have drank too much then." Both girls turned their heads to see Caleb standing there weakly, his face deathly pale. Alanna pushed away the feeling of guilt as she watched him pick up his bag. None of them needed to know that she had taken the cure, and this way Caleb would probably die without any other tribute slaughtering him. "I'm sure you'll be fine as the day progresses." Alanna said, unsure of herself. He may actually be dead by the evening, and since they both drank the same water, suspicions would be raised.   Suddenly, a loud fanfare of trumpets blared out from seemingly nowhere, and all five members of the alliance looked up above them as the Capitol's seal appeared in the early morning sky. "Attention tributes, attention," It was the voice of the head Gamemaker, "As you all are aware, most of you are running low on supplies, especially water." He lingered on the word water for just a moment, stressing the final syllable. "So we have decided to show you our generous nature, and prepare a feast at the Cornucopia, piled high with every food you could think of." A feast. But after the fiasco with the water, Alanna was dubious of the food's quality. "And lastly, we have a special surprise for you all- as voted by loyal fans of the Hunger Games. So good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour." The seal vanished, and the five of them exchanged quizzical looks.   "A feast?" Alluma finally broke the silence. "I don't think we should go. We have plenty of food, and since there isn't any medicine available, it'd only be getting ourselves into another bloodbath." Caleb and Caera nodded in agreement, whilst April seemed conflicted. "I don't know, we now know that the water is a no-go, and the way the Gamemaker said it makes me think that they've drained all the water from the arena." "But last I heard, the members of that killer alliance were hanging around there." Alluma countered, "At least, it seems the logical place for them to be, since the traditional Career pack is non existent, with only the boy from 1 remaining from those who trained." An awkward silence descended once more, all of them glaring at one another with torn opinions.   Before anyone could do anything, however, they were all alerted by the ground shaking. Alanna leapt to her feet, everyone but Caleb doing the same; he was vomiting once more. Suddenly, a flash of red leapt out at the girls, instantly becoming covered in smoke. Alanna began to choke on the fumes as she ran out of the cloud, and saw a horrific sight. The entire mall area was on fire, with sparks flying from some of the tents. Alanna heard sounds coming from inside the cloud of thick black smoke; her alliance. "Oh god, what happened!" "Get out!" "But what about Caleb?!" "Okay, you two help him out, I'll make sure Alanna's safe!" Alluma staggered out of the cloud, her face stained with soot, followed by April and Caera as they carried an unconscious Caleb out, and placed him on the ground. "What happened?" April finally said, drawing her bow, looking around frantically. "Please don't be another Mutt..." Caera whimpered, clutching her scythe close to her body. Alanna turned to face Alluma, who was pointing at something in the distance.   It looked like a bald man, but three times the size, wearing nothing but a loincloth. Then Alanna noticed the hammer. It was massive, and was spitting embers. Another Muttation. "Run!" Alanna yelled, pulling out her blowgun as the hulking mass of muscle approached them. It stopped moving, and pointed the hammer at the alliance of five. Brightly coloured electrical sparks came flying out, barely missing them. It fired once more, this time a roasting stream of fire coming right at them. They hit the floor as the roaring flames flew over their heads. It stopped, and Alanna jumped up, and noticed how close it had become to them. Caera was within arm's length of it, and she seemed to notice, crawling away frantically. April and Alluma lifted up Caleb, and they ran from the massive Mutt. But it began to run as well, catching up to them. "Darn it," April yelled, "It's closing in!" As soon as the words escaped her lips, the Mutt threw its hammer towards them. Alanna leapt off the purple pavement, into a small gathering of trees, and heard a deafening explosion. She couldn't tell if anyone had died; the sound would have masked out any cannons. She waited for a moment, but only silence greeted her. She peered out, and saw a cloud of debris obscuring. She had to assume they had all died. And if they didn't, they could just regroup later. Holding her blowgun close, Alanna leapt out of the trees, and ran in the opposite direction of the blast, headed west.   She quickly found an empty building, coloured a beige colour in the afternoon sunlight. Alanna walked up to one of the windows, and smashed it open with her foot, jumping in. She had just entered the pitch black room when the ground began to rumble again. She hit the floor, crawling under the windowsill as the sound grew louder, holding her breath. A small spider crawled up her arm, and across her face, and she had to bite her tongue to stop herself screaming. The stomping grew distant, and she breathed in relief, blowing the spider off her mouth. At least she was safe for the moment.     Markus Lucian:   Markus woke in a cold sweat, shaking. Something was wrong. He leapt to his feet, his head pounding. He touched the claw marks on his face, and it sent a shock wave of agony throughout his face. A wave of dizziness washed over him, forcing him to sit down inside the Cornucopia. He remembered looking up on this once before, back home in his district. He was poisoned. He pulled open his bag, and grabbed the cure-all. He opened it, and tipped the contents into his mouth, and swallowed hard. The world stopped spinning, and he stood up, the pain dulling down.   He stood up again, and walked out of the mouth of the golden horn, and found the two members of his alliance sleeping, but their sleep was anything but peaceful. They both had sweat trickling down their foreheads, and were tossing and turning. Eventually, Emily's eyes shot open, and she looked straight at Markus, blankly. "Good mornin, redhead." He chuckled, but Emily just sat there for a moment, before finally shooting him a deadly glare. "I'm not called redhead, you psycho." She spat as she climbed to her feet, wincing slightly. She seemed to be poisoned too. "And absolutely nothing is good about this morning." "Why ever not?" Markus said with an over exaggerated tone, "Oh yeah. You're still alive."  "Funny," Emily snapped back, "Let's see how much you'll be laughing when it's me on the victory tour and not you- Oh yeah, you won't be able to. You'll be dead." "Calm down, calm down," They both turned to face Gryffon, who was slightly grinning, "Save it for the honeymoon." "Fine," Emily spat, "But what're we gonna do today? I don't see how the Gamemakers could throw anything worse at us than those freaking clowns."   Suddenly, a loud fanfare of trumpets blared out from seemingly nowhere, and the alliance looked up as the Capitol's seal appeared in the early morning sky. "Attention tributes, attention," It was the voice of the head Gamemaker, "As you all are aware, most of you are running low on supplies, especially water." He lingered on the word water for just a moment, stressing the final syllable. "So we have decided to show you our generous nature, and prepare a feast at the Cornucopia, piled high with every food you could think of." A feast. But given the fact that they had been poisoned, it was safe to assume that it probably wouldn't be safe. "And lastly, we have a special surprise for you all- as voted by loyal fans of the Hunger Games. So good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour." The seal vanished, and the three of them exchanged quizzical looks.   "Great!" Emily groaned. "I'm freaking starving!" she cried in an annoyed tone.    "Think a bit, Redhead, don't you think they'd do something to it?" Markus challenged, getting an approving nod from Gryffon.    "Why chance it? We can get food some other way," Gryffon said. Markus then turned his head, eyes narrowing toward the sound of a whip. Emily snapped her attention toward the sound too, staring toward the absent feeling of the tribute around the corner. Markus took the lead and found one of the tributes, Nova, getting a water bottle from behind the Cornucopia.   "Aw, hell no!" Gryffon growled before Markus leaped and attacked Nova, club in hand. He swung at her, but she was prepared, expertly leaping out of the way before striking Markus with her whip. He recoiled in pain as his hip throbbbed, but he wasn't going down that easy. He charged towards her, avoiding the stinging blow of the whip, and slammed the club into her shoulder, the fabric tearing away to reveal the bloodied hunk of flesh. She let out a scream, but kept hold of the water. She struck her whip out once more, catching Markus' hand, making him drop his club to the floor, and made a mad dash for it out of there. Markus swore under his breath as he picked his club up again, and returned to the scene of the feast, and was taken off guard by the sight that was playing out in front of him. Emily and Gryffon were struggling against a massive naked man holding a giant hammer, and tiring quickly. As they backed off, Markus noticed something. Small embers were beginning to spit out of the hammer.   He sprinted forwards, and rammed the club into the monster's arm, causing it to dropo the hammer as it unleashed a stream of fire. "Keep the hammer away from it!" Markus yelled to the members of his alliance as he pulled the club from the Mutt's arm, and leapt back to avoid its fist. It was built like a human, meaning that it was just like hand to hand combat, but on a larger scale, and with a spiked club. He swung again, hitting the back of the Mutt's kneecap, and it buckled. He looked back to see Emily and Gryffon moving the heavy hammer out of the Mutt's grasp. Wait a minute, if he could use the flames on it, he could take it out!   Markus quickly backed off from the Mutt, and joined Emily and Gryffon. "I have an idea," Markus panted, "If we can use the fire from the hammer, we can kill it!" "That could work," Gryffon stated, before glancing back to the Mutt, who was now rising back up, "But you'll need to do it now!" Markus dropped his club to the floor, and picked up the hammer. It was ridiculously heavy, but all he needed to do was throw it a small distance to the Mutt, and hope it caught fire. He pulled his arms back, and released, the hammer flying towards the scantily clad monster. It made contact with its knee, making it release a cry of pain, before hissing. "Get back!" Markus barked, and they all backed off, Markus retrieving his club. He stood and watched as the Mutt went to pick up the hammer, only to have it start hissing.   BOOM   The Mutt went up in smoke, bits of ragged flesh raining down on the feast, crushing the food, leaving a small crater on the floor. Markus offered a weak triumphant smile, before collapsing to the floor. "My god, you killed it!" Both Emily and Gryffon said in unison. "Yeah," Markus gasped, "I guess I did." "Shame about the food though," Emily sighed, "I doubt all of it would have been poisoned." "But we still have some food in our bags." Markus said, and pulled out the remainders of the roast bird, and split it up three ways. "Thanks." Emily said shortly, before digging into the meat, her eyes lighting up with joy. "Same." Gryffon managed to say between mouthfuls.   After they finished their meal, Markus crawled under a tree, and shut his eyes, barely able to stay awake. Who knows, he thought, maybe tomorrow they'd get some peace from all these Mutts.  
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