A/N: Hello and welcome to this little collection of chapters written by leven1313. Leven is an awesome person for writing all this, please go check him out.

Anyway, all credit goes to Leven and the time he put in was entirely voluntary. It is based on my original story, Blood On Their Hands, but he was wondering what might happen if some things changed, and here it is...

Thank you, Leven. ;)

Marcus, from District 1:

As the dark-haired boy stalked past, the girl from eleven sighed and rolled over. The rest of the career pack were all asleep, especially Alexx, the oldest girl from two.

Of course, she was meant to be on guard as well, but she had been drugged by Rye, from eleven, who was going to make a break for it tonight.

It would've been an interesting storyline for the capitol viewers – a story of betrayal, love and hope…

What a shame she had fallen asleep.

Pisces, from District 4:

I wake to the sound of light footsteps outside my tent. Quickly and quietly, I slip away from Siren and grab a dagger. As I slowly open the flap of the tent, I see the District One boy who had refused to join us raising a knife above Alexx. He is getting ready to plunge it into her chest.

Without even thinking, I step out of the tent. The boy hears me and turns just in time to have my dagger enter his forehead. He drops to the ground, lifeless. A cannon rings out, and the rest of the careers come running out to see what has happened.

"What's going on?" Jonathon asks angrily looking over at me. Alexx is just sitting up, groggily shaking her head.

"I heard footsteps," I quickly reply, "and I came out and found that boy about to kill Alexx."

"Where's Rye?" he retorts, "She's supposed to be on watch, too."

Rye, from District 11:

Dang it! I was hoping to sneak away with Carissa, but I had fallen asleep. Now, I'm going to be in so much trouble for not being on guard. What can I do?

Slowly, I lift myself off the ground and turn to Jonathon. He is clutching a sword and glaring angrily.

"I'm sorry," I say, "I feel like I've been drugged." Of course, I haven't since I was the one to administer it to Alexx, the other girl on watch, but I have to deflect the attention from myself.

"Yeah, me too," Alexx grumbles, "I have a major headache."

"Who did this?" Jonathon asks turning to the rest of the group. Nobody replies.

"I saw Tyler last night near the food supplies," Alexx says, "He was acting weird, but I didn't think anything of it. Later, Rye got us a snack, and that's the last thing I can remember."

Tyler, from District 4:

I start running. I didn't drug the food, but I can tell by the looks in Jonathon and Alexx's eyes that they are not going to believe me. Luckily, I have the element of surprise, and I'm a good distance ahead of the others, when my foot catches of a wire. An excruciating pain erupts in my right leg. I look down and see a knife protruding from my calf. It was one of Andrew's stupid traps.

I grit my teeth and rip out the blade. As I toss it aside, I look up and see Alexx standing above me. She's grinning vengefully, and I know it is over.

Rye, from District 11:

Alexx brings down her whip again and again on the innocent boy. I turn away as his flesh begins to separate from the bone. I wince with each crack of the whip.

My mistake has caused his death. I am a murderer.

Emily, from District 7:

I feel Josh's forehead with my hand again. Still hot – his fever's getting worse. I check his leg. Still broken.

Well, what did I expect – the leg fairy to fix it?!

Of course not. I guess I just hoped…

We're staying on the outskirts of the ruined city, in a barely-standing shack with no roof, but three walls. Every day, I collect rainwater from the jungle that is only a few hundred metres away, and pour it into Josh's mouth.

But he's getting worse, and I hate to think what's lurking in the depths of that foliage, or, more to the point, who.

I can almost feel the hunters getting closer by the minute.

Alex, from District 3:

He is watching the girl from seven very closely, trying to figure out if she is a threat.

Her ally, the little one, obviously isn't. Every hour, he gets more and more surprised that the girl hasn't just taken off. He can see in her eyes that her instincts are all screaming for her to run.

But she doesn't.

Why not?

He has seen the hunter with his axe, waiting to strike, and has understood that this man is the bigger threat to him.

His blonde eyebrows crease up as the girl leaves again.

And the hunter chooses to strike.

Emily, from District 7:

Boom!

I start running back to camp, when I see Josh huddled in a puddle of blood at the feet of Terran Lacerta. I skid to a halt and turn back to the trees. As I enter the forest and deftly dodge around trees, I hear heavy footfalls behind me.

Terrified, I push myself harder, tearing through underbrush and scratching my face and forearms. I stumble into a clearing and see Alex, the boy from District Three, staring at me.

"Run," I scream, "He's right behind me!" There are now three sets of feet pounding through the woods.

Terran, from District 6:

I grin as I continue the pursuit. They can't outrun me. I'm bigger and stronger than both of them. I glimpse Alex dashing between the trees. Stopping, I stoop down and grab a rock. I heft it in my hand and then chuck it right as Alex appears again between two large trees.

It hits him in the back of the head, and he stumbles to the ground. I jog over to him as he turns over. Tears are streaming down his now dirt-covered face. What a wimp.

"Please..." he trails off, looking at me fearfully.

I smile and bring the axe down.

Josh, from District 12:

Rosalie's face is the first thing that I see when I wake up. Her gold eyes shine down into mine, and I can't help but smile.

"Come on, let's get moving." I say, pushing myself up from the pile of rubble that I was sleeping on. She nods, and we set off.

Before long, we reach the rainforest, and the going gets much tougher.

An hour later, we reach a clearing, and we are desperate for a rest. Involuntarily, my body slumps against a tree, and I grab the water tankard, take a swig from it, then hand it to Rosalie. She also drinks from it, but then, suddenly, collapses.

I just catch her before she hits the ground and inspect her body.

"What happened?" I ask, still searching frantically.

"My…Leg…" She pants, limply, and I stare at her ankle.

Two holes, about two centimetres apart, puncture her skin.

Rosalie has been bitten by a snake.

Torin, from District 7:

Ping!

My head shoots up from the snare I am setting up, and I walk over to where the noise came from. Nothing.

Ping!

Evasive little… Where is it?!

I hunt around again, my ears pricked, and eventually find it… Floating down from above my head; it's a parachute, for me!

My hands grab it and open it, to find… A bow, some arrows and a note, but who from?

Quickly, I rip the note open and read. 'Your scavenging team and I came together to buy you this. Hopefully you will now stand a better chance. Love you, Saraxxx'

Sara. I miss her so much. She is my energy boosts, my light in the dark.

Without her, I would've died long ago in these games.

Carissa, from District 7:

"Hey!" I whisper into the bushes "Hey, come out!"

In answer, the pale, expectant face pokes out. I only just stifle an 'aww' as her blue eyes gaze, hopefully, at my hand, and I can't help but smile; she's so cute!

"Here." I whisper, holding out some food. "But, do you need anything else? Water, a blanket?"

Her gorgeous eyes light up at the thought of a blanket, and I smile again. "I'll get you a blanket."

"Thank you." She squeaks, and I walk away, quickly.

Two things occur to me then; firstly, that I've never heard her speak before. She reminds me, very much of a mouse. Secondly, I have no idea how to smuggle her a blanket. Seriously, I don't know how I'm going to get past someone like Jonathon.

But I will do it; I promised.