Crossover with The Hunger Games

When I wake up, I'm freezing. Quickly, I glance around the forest I hid out in for the night to get some rest. At first I think it's all been a bad dream, but then I have to face reality: I'm still in the Arena.

Things have been confusing lately, and I find it helpful to tell myself some simple facts to orient myself.

My name is Male Witch. I am in the McKittrick Hotel. I've been chosen as tribute to participate in a fight to the death. I am in an alliance with Bald Witch and Sexy Witch. I will eventually have to turn on them. There will only be one survivor.

I check my pack for food. I managed to keep a loaf of bread filled with blood, and I allow myself to eat half of it. There'll be a banquet in forty-five minutes - I can try and eat more then.

A silver parachute suddenly drops down in front of me. It's a gift from my sponsor, Hecate. Another empty container of Frusen Gladje. She keeps eating the contents and then sending me the empty containers. I know she's trying to tell me something by doing this, but I haven't worked it out yet.

Bald Witch runs in through the hospital ward and looks around to see if the coast is clear.

"Good, you're awake," she says. "Macbeth is whaling on everybody. He just bashed Banquo's head in with a brick. I wasn't sure someone from the Cawdor District would have it in him, but he's doing our work for us. Our strategy worked."

We hear a commotion coming from the hospital ward. Lady Macbeth, wide-eyed and frantic, is thrashing about in the bathtub. She keeps shouting, "Aye, my lord" and scratching at her skin. I've never seen such a strong reaction to Tracker Jacker venom.

Another silver parachute drops down in front of Bald Witch. Attached to it is a wig. Bald Witch puts it on.

"Awesome," she says. "Now I have something to wear to the ballroom."

I barely hear her. The door to The Pagoda (okay, it's not really a pagoda, but everyone calls it The Pagoda) swings open.

I suddenly realize we're not alone.