A/N – This story is for the prompt 'red' in the general challenges at Caesar's Palace.


{red grass}


They were littered all around the Cornucopia, the bodies. Patterns of red gushing from them, dripping onto the green grass. The people still standing weren't effected by this, in fact, they were strengthened by it. Sure, lots of kids had lost their lives today, but did that mean they should mourn?

The bodies closest to the Cornucopia were giving it a faint paint job of red, the colour mixing with the gold horn, making it a light maroon, fading from the steady sun.

(The Careers still didn't care. Their only focus on life was to win the Games and survive.)

The blood showed that, maybe, just maybe, they would survive this. That they'd go home.


A/N – please don't favourite this without a review.