Quotations in green.
Not yet proofed or edited fully.
And yes, I do have very long chapters, and I could write 100 pages if I get carried away.

Intro
My blood ran cold, as I stood nervously in a tube, waiting to be lifted up to the arena. It's not like I wanted to do this, everyone dreads going into the arena to die, except the careers. It was unfair how they've been training their whole life for something like this, but no matter. The tube made a creaking noise as it started to rise. I leaned back against the tube, scared to see the other tributes, even though I've been with them for almost a month. I looked around, just then, an explosion went off as I saw something you would call a war scene, as I covered my eyes, but I heard laughing from beside me. A girl from District 1, laughing her head off at the tribute who had never even got to be in the actual games. Kind of sad, but he wouldn't have to suffer like we all would.

3, 2, 1...
Chapter 1
The horn sounded as I ran on foot grabbing a couple of bags and a bow. I ran for the trees as a arrow flew beside me. I instictively dove to the ground, wet, mossy ground. A boy tugged at the bow in my hand, but quickly rolled over and ran for the nearest tree, looking back at the tributes. They weren't interested in me, but the Horn. Stupid! I need food to live. Risking everything, I ran back to the horn to fight for some food. I was shoved back by a girl, slashing me with her knife across my arm. I reeled back in pain and shock, and ran off, leaving a trail of blood behind. I wasn't the only one who was bleeding, two other tributes atleast must also be bleeding. I didn't have to worry, because the careers wouldn't be able to track me as easily. I got a 7 in the training, which made me a potential target, because most of the careers got a 6 or lower. I didn't really think I was that great anyway, I was a skinny 12 year old. I threw my bags up a tree, snow showering me as I shivered, my arm stinging at contact. I slung the bow over my shoulder, and started to climb up a tree. My arm was almost numb, but I had to get atleast 30 feet up the tree. A cannon sounded as I heard a scream. Probably a tribute that was bleeding. I stayed silent, as I heard voices.
"Hey, where's that kid who scored a 7? I want to kill her early so she's not a threat later on."
"Shut up Zeke! She'll hear us. Let's leave her for now. She probably needs some donations to heal her arm, so let's let her get weaker, then we'll kill her."
I threw myself up the branch as quickly as possible, and let out a sigh of relief. I was about 50 feet up, so I wasn't that noticeable. This year, the arena was supposed to resemble Winter, because they draw tributes in the summer, so it makes the tributes weaker because they are used to a warmer climate. Atleast we got a nice, furry jacket with proper clothes. I was an exception. I was so small, the smallest fur jacket was down to my knees, but a little longer on my arms. They had to double the shirts to stay on, and the boots had to be made to fit my feet. Fur lined, and very warm. The gamemakers didn't argue, they thought I wasn't going to win anyways, so they thought I'd might as well get a bit of extra. I oped one of the bags, to find it filled with food and a bunch of arrows. I closed the bag up and opened the other one. Even more food and some bandage and medical cream. I didn't know what the medical cream was actually used on, but I was going to take the risk to put it on my arm. I took off my jacket, and took off one of the shirts, and hung them over the branch next to me. I was now wearing a thin T-Shirt, pants, and boots. I was freezing. I put the medical cream on, and relaxed. The bleeding had almost stopped, but the sleeve on my jacket and long sleeved shirt were sticky with blood. I looked through the bags some more to find a pair of long gloves, two pairs. The gloves (again) were to big for me, so they almost reached my shoulders. My hands were almost blue anyways, so I put the gloves on. Both pairs on felt like my hand had just touched open flame on my frost-bitten hands. But they began to thaw, which felt good. I grabbed the knife out of my jacket pocket to cut off the blood-sticky sleeve. Now my jacket and shirt had a sleeve almost missing. It looked like a T-shirt on one side, but fine on the other. I put the long sleeve shirt back on, and put my coat back on. I felt much warmer. I splayed myself out on my stomach across the branch, and moved slowly to the edge, to take a glance at the Horn. Nobody was there, and there was still things in it. I had to get something from there. I didn't have anything to sleep with. I looked around the tree, when a huge portion of snow fell on my head, my hair becoming soaking wet. Where on earth is my fur hat? I looked up to see a girl, my age with long brown hair tied in a ponytail, splayed across the branch that was about 10 feet above me, putting her finger to her lips. Was she going to kill me? Save me? Help me in some way? She took her finger from her mouth and slung her 4 bags over her shoulders and neck, and slipped down onto my branch. 
"Hello."
she said. I replied.
"Hi. Are you the girl that scored a 9 on the training?"
she nodded.
"Wow. Your not going to kill me...are you?"
She shook her head.
"Do you want to be allies?"
she asked. I nodded vigorously.
"Good."
she said. Opening her bags, she pulled out a packet to put my arrows in.
"You sling it over your shoulder, and take one out when you need it."
I nodded as I tried it out. I had about 15 arrows. Enough for now. Plus, I had some in my bags anyway.
"You going to go to the Horn?"
she asked. I nodded.
"If you are, I'll watch for you. Just take your arrows, and this."
She placed a long dagger in my hand.
"Woah."
I said.
"It could take down almost anything. Just don't throw it. Ever."
She warned.
"If you throw it, and the tribute is about to die, it'll take the dagger out and throw it, right on target...at you."
I nodded.
"It'll fit in your coat pocket, on the inside though. Don't want people to see it."
She put the dagger in my pocket and did the little horn shaped things into the loops.
"It's okay, I'll watch and warn you. I'll whistle if it's bad."
She taught me her whistle code, and then I slipped down the trees and crept towards the Horn. I crept inside, and looked in it for someone. A whistle sounded, the one for danger. I looked at her for guidance. She waved her arms violently, making downward motions. I ran into the horn and dropped down low. A career came in and called out,
"Aw, I know someone is in here, come out before I hunt."
I grabbed an arrow out of the batch and put it in the bow. Suddenly, I was dragged back out by my hair.
"I found her Roger! The lucky number 7!"
I thrashed around wildly, throwing arrows into any tribute where my eyes met theirs.
"Aw, look at her, the little puny one. She ain't so great and valiant now, are you?"
I let out a loud scream.
"Let me go! What did I ever do to you?!"
The two remaining careers in the Horn laughed.
"Nothing. That's the point. Now, whatcha got on ya? Some more food? Aw look, your arm stopped bleeding. It's got some nice bandage on it."
He tore the bandage off and tore at my jacket.
"Won't need this anymore!"
He ripped the batch of arrows off and broke them with a few stomps of his foot.
"Or this!"
He snatched the arrow out of my hands and busted it.
"This is nothing! I have bags and bags of food and everything we need to win with my ally!"
All attention was on me.
"Where is she?"
He demanded.
"I'd die before I'd tell you. Least she will win, not one of you, you cold hearted fat pigs! Who bathe in their luxury!"
I screamed. The girl dropped me, and looked at me.
"Look kid, tell us, or we'll cut off your arm."
I pulled out the dagger, and plunged it in the girl's heart.  She let out a gurgling sound, then collapsed. The cannon fired immediately.
"Why you---!"
He grabbed me by the hair, and held up a knife to my neck. I looked at him, not scared at all. I killed his potential ally, and he had nobody to work with. I did what I needed to do, and if he killed me, so be it.
"No!"
a scream rang out, echoing in the Horn. An arrow shot through the center of Roger, the point of the arrow almost peircing me. I fell the the ground with Roger, as he collapsed, still breathing.
"You..."
He shot out his fist at my face, slamming it into the side of my head, hitting my eye and forehead, sending me flying into the wall, bleeding. A loud cannon, and then blackness.

What just happened?
Chapter 2
Thank the stars I'm not dead, but how? The last thing I remember is falling onto the cold, solid ground of the Horn. But where am I now? I reached my hand out only to feel snow. I opened my eyes, to see my ally crouched beside me, on the lookout for any danger. I prodded her with my finger.
"Thank you."
I whispered. She nodded, then poked my coat for the dagger, and I couldn't find it.
"Oh no!" I exclaimed,
"I last used it for the girl, and then..."
She shrugged,
"No matter. Roger doesn't have it, neither do we. The gamemakers have it now. Maybe they put another one somewhere. By the way, what's your name? I never even got a chance to ask you."
I sat up, and pulled the collar of my coat up.
"Emily. What's yours?"
She looked around quickly before answering,
"Eunice."
I repeated the name, loving the feeling in my mouth, as it rolled off my tounge.
"I know, sounds funny, right?"
I answered,
"It's a pretty name."
She shrugged, before giving me another bow with arrows.
"I have no use for them Eunice, I don't know how to use it."
She giggled, and my cheeks felt hot, even though it was below thirty here.
"It's easy, you do this--"
She showed me how, but it was useless, I couldn't do it.
"Then I guess I'll be hunting alone. Why don't you find a cave for us?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Okay then, you better go, before someone hears us."
"By the way, do you know how many tributes are left?"
"Seven."
"Really?"
"Yeah, I've been keeping track when they've shown the dead ones up in the sky every night and when they announce it."
"Oh. Good. Maybe one of us will make it out alive."
"Yeah."
I stayed quiet. Only one of us would make it out.
"Okay. You go find a den or cave, or something. Take four bags with you. And the weapons. I'll take a couple of bags."
"Okay. I'll go then."
"Call me if you need me."
"I will."
I walked off into the snowy forest, and pulled a hat out of the bag and put it on. Now my hair would be dry, and not wet like it was yesterday. I walked through the forest, scuffing my feet along angrily. Why couldn't I do anything right? All of a sudden, I heard a scream.
"Eunice?"
I called out.
"Is that you?"
Couldn't be. She didn't respond. My mind was playing tricks on me. Another scream. That was real. No whistle. It couldn't be her. I ran through the snow, branches tugging at my hair and scratching my face. I saw a bloodied body on the ground, with a wound to the head. It wasn't my ally. I grabbed the arrows from her and bow. I also grabbed basically everything the girl had. I'm going to learn how to use a bow if I like it or not. I stormed off, and went back to where I was, to look for a cave. I need to meet up with Eunice again, or I'll be sleeping alone tonight. Hungry. I whistled out, waiting to hear a reply. No reply. I sighed, and grew panicked.
"Eunice?! Where are you? Please, come here."
A rustle of the bushes, I grabbed the knife that I had out of my jacket.
"It's the lucky girl."
the girl said, laughing.
"Eunice?! Have you gone mad? What about being allies?"
She laughed.
"Not anymore. I'm going to win this thing. "
She grabbed an arrow and put it in her bow. She shot an arrow right at my arm, but I rolled away, the arrow hitting the ground, but I was left spitting out snow. 
"Hah!"
she laughed. I dropped my bags and broke into a sprint, running through the trees. Images flashed in my head, of my mother screaming at me to the run. Everyone screaming at me to run. I ran faster, tears streaming down my face. I was alone now, and I couldn't stop running. I left everything behind. Even food. How stupid of myself.

Save us all.
Chapter 3
I stumbled through the snow, falling over myself repeatedly, but kept running. The branches tore at my face, and snow cramped everything. Finally, I just couldn't run. I leaned against a tree, and fell to the ground limply. I couldn't go on. I could imagine the gamemakers staring at me right now. If I was being filmed, all of Panem would be watching me. All of a sudden, it was too warm. I tore off my jacket and sat down on it. The ice on my eyelashes and face melted off. I took off my hat and looked up at the sky. Like a sunset, blood red. I heard footsteps. I took the risk, and looked at the person. It was Roger. Bloodied, and bleeding, he fell to the ground weakly. I crawled near him, not thinking about him killing me right now.
"Your stupid ally took my axe and took a blow at my back. The arena is being set on fire."
He whispered. I replied,
"She's gone mad!"
I choked through tears.
"Roger, I just want to get home. I never wanted to come here."
He rolled over, revealing a pool of blood.
"I can't help you Roger."
I said.
"Just wait here."
I climbed up the tree and threw down four bags that I had stored.
"Here."
I handed him two.
He layed on the ground, as his face twisted.
All of a sudden the tree I was sitting next to went up into flames.
"Damnit!"
Roger spat.
He shoved the bags back to me.
"Go. I'll die. Maybe someone decent will win for once."
I put the bags on my back and ran away from Roger. I looked back at Roger, and watched as another tree went up in flames, and as Roger looked a me, and screamed,
"Run! You fool! Run while you can!"
I continued to run, but I cried harder when I heard screams from Roger, then a cannon.
Then everything went silent.  It started to rain. I sat down again. Relaxed, while I was still alive.
I threw myself up a tree once more, and watched as Roger's face illuminated the sky with other tributes. 3 of us left. Eunice, someone else, and me. The sky went black again as I leaned my head against the branch I was on.
"The final tributes! Congratulations. We have filled the Horn with weapons and food. Two must die before the games are over. Good luck, and may the odds forever be in your favor."
Great. Eunice is going to be all over the Horn. I have to get there. Before her, then run off unnoticed. I have to. If I want a shot at survival.

Up and Out.
Chapter 4

I trudged through the slush, shivering in just a cut up longsleeved t-shirt and undershirt. My jeans were ripped, and my boots were still too big, and heavy. I watched as the birds flew by soundly, tweeting away at each other in song. When I neared the Horn, I immediately slowed. I didn't want to give myself away as fast as I could run. I ducked behind a bush, and saw as Eunice was already all over the horn, grabbing the food and other bags. The other tribute, a girl with short blonde hair and was covered in mud, was grabbing away at things.
"Well, ally. It's just us here. I say let's take everything."
Ally? I grabbed the two knifes I had left, and stroked the blade ever so gently. I cannot miss. I cannot miss. I stood up without making a noise, and threw the first knife square at the other tribute in the leg. She fell to the ground, as her head hit the ground first, her wrist made a snapping noise. I cringed. I ducked behind the bush as Eunice raged,
"Where are you? Show your face, coward!"
I stood up and took a throw with my eyes closed. But it hit the other girl, again. This time in the arm. As Eunice ran towards me, I ducked and hid inside the bush. She couldn't find me, and left without her ally. The other tribute, who I decided to nickname, 'Mudd', because she was always filthy, or atleast-it seemed that way. I crept up to the girl, who tried to get up weakly.
"You did this?"
she whispered.
"Yeah. I did. Someone's gotta die before I can keep living."
"So, you want to win, huh."
"Make it quick. I really want to get out of here."
"You don't care that I'm bleeding to death?"
"No, not really. I have no feelings anymore. Locked myself away. I'm surprised your not screaming."
"Why? No use. I'm going to die anyway."
I frowned at that.
"Well, what's your name?"
"Glenda."
"Emily. Well, I'm sorry. But it had to happen. May you rest in peace."
"If I die."
Just then, her legs and arms flailed violently in the air, as she fought for her last breath. Then, a thud. Her eyes closed and she went limp. The cannon went off as her heart stopped.
Why do I have to do this? Anyone but me. Always me who gets the bad luck.

We won't last.
Chapter 5

Who would have thought. I'm in the final two. Not going to make it out of the arena troubled me enough, but now knowing I would be killed without a spec of mercy horrified me. Just think. Even the gamemakers would pity me, even though they are the vile-minded people that let this fly. I was currently laying on the ground, looking at the stars. Or atleast, they look like the stars. The snow had melted, but I was still sweating and freezing to death. I had plenty of food and water to live, but I was too cold. I was curled up, in my sleeping bag, and I had managed to get a couple of blankets, but that's it. I was still cold, but warmer at night. "Are you there?" A voice called out. "Emily?" My heart jumped. It sounded like my mother. "Mother?" I called out. "Follow me." the voice called out. I couldn't help it. I was weak and getting more and more crazy by the hour. "Mother! Where are you? Please, I can't take the games anymore!" I looked at the bird on the branch, and looked at it curiously. I've never seen a bird like it. All of a sudden, it screamed. Like a human. I covered my ears as the voice was so familiar. In fact, I knew that voice. It was mine. Ahead of me, I saw Eunice, sleeping on the ground. The dagger in her hand. I grabbed the bow off the ground that I had dropped and said silently, One good shot. That's all I need. I dreaded doing this. I felt sick. But she would kill me if I didn't do it.

Fanfiction isn't meant as a rival to great plots, but just people exploring the what-if scenarios running around their heads (Plot Bunnies). It's been around as long as writing/books were invented. Although, I have read a good amount of fanfiction that I could honestly say is waaaay better than the original in terms of characterizations, writing quality, backstory, and plot. Not copying per se because it 1) Could never sell, 2) Everyone knows that it's not 100% original.

Just playing in the author's sandbox. 

On topic, I liked the story, but the colors were a little distracting. Never read Hunger Games, but I wiki'd it a while ago and know enough about it.

Wishbelle: I can get an easy A on writing a story in school, but I can get a C- because I can't sort it out into paragraphs. -.-" It's really frustrating, but I know I'm improving when I'm writing, but when I'm typing, it goes out the window. .-.

Prinxess: Yeah, I noticed that. I did it so my computer wouldn't stop glitching. My computer doesn't like it when I type just in this, but it likes it when I type with colour. It is really screwed. Oh, and I should be doing a couple more chapters on the weekend. /yaaay comments