The Arena was big and scary. Lots of people made lots of noise and I clung tightly to Zach as we were led to get 'kitted out'. On being presented with the rifle, I burst into tears. I hugged Zach tightly, crying "I can't do this! Take me home." What was I saying? Home was an evil place, a place of Pain.

The nasty men laughed at me, but Zach punched them. Still I cried, knowing my fate was probably inevitable.

I was right. We were hurried out into the open circle, rifles in arms. From the other side of the arena walked out two strong-looking men who reminded me a bit of my dad, which in turn reminded me of Pain.

"Let the games commence!" called a voice out of nowhere.

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Zach
Age: 16
Physical description: 6"1, well muscled, stylishly messy ash hair, green eyes.
Extras: Christian, raised up in a good family, lonely, romantic.
Author: SKOOCH

Abbie
Age: 16
Physical Description: 5"5, long auburn hair, brown eyes, very pretty though unaware of it.
Extra: dad is an abusive alcoholic, mother dead because of father, no brothers or sisters.
Author: TIANNA

Elisa
Age: 16
Physical Description: Beautiful, 5'4, Brown hair, hazel eyes.
Extra: Slave to China for all her life, taken away form her family (slaves) when she was nine. Christian. Fiery, Clever.
Author: BOOKBANANA

Xiang jr.
Physical Description: Small. Dark eyed. Dark haired.
Extra: Easy to smile. Upper-class. Hard working. Spoilt
Author: KIRI

updated Sep 19 '10 by Skooch