The arena grass is dry and matted to the ground. I cautiously step over it, pulling my dark hair out of my face. I am standing eight feet from my plate, and yet no one comes for me. I can enjoy the bliss, if only for a moment.

I am staring at the bright, glaring arena sun when I fall, stumbling backwards.

I cry out. Someone's hands wrap around my neck. Staring up, I see that it is the boy from District Two strangling me, his steely grey eyes fixated on my neck. It isn't long before I'm clawing at his hands, desperate, leaving long scratches on the back of his hands.

But I'm too late.

That concludes the Bloodbath deaths!