This is in Foxface's point of view of course. It's basically about her observing the surviving tributes from the bloodbath, so it will have more chapters... Anyway, enjoy, you Foxface lovers!:)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Hunger or the Games... much to my demise... Thank you, Suzanne Collins, for creating such an amazing world and characters though!


A building flame erupts only a few feet from where I hide, sending out the message, "Kill me." I didn't think any tribute could be so careless, but I am mistaken. The smoke trails up, extended upward past the tree branches and into the dark night.

Who could be so unintelligent to create a... fire?

With no intention of hurting the tribute, I swing myself up to a higher branch of the sturdy tree. Concealing myself with what leaves I can, I peak through the thick branches. At first, the image is difficult to make out, but it becomes clear when I am able to adjust to the light from the flames.

The red-headed girl from District Eight, battered, sits by her fire. Her knees are pulled up to her body, her chin resting on top as if she was pondering something wholeheartedly. The girl shifts the burning wood with a skinny stick, causing beautiful bright embers to form.

"I'll make it..." The girl whispers loudly, "I can win if I just avoid the Careers..."

The girl proceeds to warm her hands, snuggling by the fire. Soon, after only a few minutes, she doesn't move, leading me to believe she's drifted off.

I refuse to move away from my spot, fearing immediate death if found. This girl seems to not mind the fact that she's blowing not only her, but my cover. For the next couple of hours I wait, hoping the girl might finally gather enough sense to put her fire out when she wakes.

And the sound of pounding feet against the ground bloom.

The girl's eyes shoot open in panic mode, unable to move out of fear.

She's going to die.

And the first to appear is Cato from Two, joy in his eyes.

Clove pushes past him, knife in hand, and laughs so sweetly that it becomes creepy.

The last of the Pack enter the barren area, smug grins slapped against each of their faces with the exception of one. The boy from Twelve, Peeta Mellark, shows sympathy in his frown. Even so, why has he decided to join the Careers? They call for his blood, his love's as well. You would believe that a boy like him would have enough sense to keep away from the most dangerous enemies.

"I told you there were more easy kills than just eleven!" The District One girl, Glimmer, tells Clove.

"Oh, shut up," Clove rolls her eyes, fumbling with her dagger.

"Shouldn't I at least get the kill...? I was right after all."

"No!" The Eight girl yells, "Please don't! I-I'll do anything."

"She actually believes she could be of use," Marvel laughs.

The girl looks crushed by her low chances of making it out, "Please don't kill me..." Her eyes are glossy now, tears obviously being held back in horror. "I wouldn't do anything against you! I-I could..."

Clove interrupts the girl's pleads, "You're from Eight; what could you do?"

Cato shoves his district ally behind, raising his sword in response to the constant arguing. "How about I do it?"

He brings the weapon down into the girl's chest as she releases a terrifying scream. A cruel grin splashes on his face, "Twelve down, eleven to go!"

The Careers laugh with joy at this as they search the girl for any supplies she may have.

"A canteen..." Glimmer says with a moan, tossing it away, "Maybe the most useful..."

The girl from Four groans, "Maybe a waste, but still another tribute down."

Cato shrugs it off, "Better clear out so they can get the body before it starts stinking."

The Pack retreats to only a few more yards away, out of my sight, until someone pipes up, "Shouldn't we have heard a cannon by now?" It sounds like Marvel.

"I'd say yes. Nothing to prevent them from going immediately." Cato says.

"Unless she isn't dead..."

"She's dead. I stuck her myself."

"Then where's the cannon?"

The girl from Four intrudes, "Someone should go back. Make sure the job is done."

"Yeah, we don't want to have to track her down twice." Glimmer announces.

"I said she's dead!"

"Explain the missing cannon then, Cato!" Marvel proceeds to argue.

"It doesn't have to fire instantly." Clove explains, taking Cato's side.

The girl from Four looks as if she's about to protest, but another voice silences the Pack, "We're wasting time! I'll go finish her and let's move on!"

A rustling sound appears from a tree by the Careers, but it isn't heard by the Careers because of their constant fighting.

When I turn the other way to peer out the leaves, the girl tribute from Twelve is hanging upside down from the tree, her body held up by a belt buckled to the tree. Her eyes are wide, uncertain of whether or not she was heard.

"Go on, then, Lover Boy," Cato's arrogant self speaks, "See for yourself."

Peeta walks off, right into the direction of the injured girl from Eight.

Moments pass before one of the Pack speaks again, "Why don't we just kill him now and get it over with?"

Cato is the first answer, "Let him tag along. What's the harm? And he's handy with that knife. Besides, he's our best chance of finding her."

"Why," Marvel says, "You think she bought into that sappy romance stuff?"

"She might have. Seemed pretty simpleminded to me." Glimmer suggests, "Every time I think about her spinning around in that dress, I want to puke."

"Wish we knew how she got that Eleven." The girl from Four says.

"Bet you Lover Boy knows." Cato groans.

When Peeta return to the group, Cato asks, "Was she dead?"

"No. But she is now," Peeta begins, the cannon following, "Ready to move on?"

I sit in the tree until I hear the tributes heading out, and then I climb out, curious of the girl and what supplies she might have in her possession.

The canteen Glimmer had tossed out lays a few feet away from the girl to her right. This does turn out to be the most useful, the other supplies being a sheet of plastic and a few bites of bread. She really didn't stock up at the Cornucopia.

I pick up the canteen, and looking back to the dead girl, I feel a pang of sorrow in my chest. Her token turns out to be a necklace. It seems to have fallen out of her hand, sitting by her side. I silently make my way to her, raising the token to me eyes closely so I can make out it's features. Opening it, a small note lied in it's center, reading, "Acrylic, you have been my best friend, and the best one anyone could have ever asked for, Angora,"

I open the girl's hand, placing the necklace in her hand and closing it shut.

This girl, Acrylic, was just like the other tributes: worried and terrified...


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