Hi,

Well, very few people have been reading this story. If I was writing it as I go along (like Around the Neighborhood, a Warriors fanfic I'm writing)I'd stop, but since it's already finished, I'll just keep going. I'm also going to make a cover for the story/ask my sister talentlesswitch to make me one (she's not actually talentless). Maybe you guys will read this story then?

Shoutout to 'stephen pelling' who reviewed. Thank you! But I'm pretty sure my spelling is fine, however, yours does need a bit of work. Just kidding! Don't hate me.

DISCLAIMER: We've been through this already. I don't really have any rights to this. I own my characters and a little bit of my plot. That's it Suzanne Collins owns it. Okay? No yelling at me!

Enjoy... If you're going to read past this part...

ELLA'S VIEW- THE FIRST NIGHT

I grin. Carla thought that she killed me. But really, I'm as good as ever. After Carla was killed, I jumped up and ran away. But I didn't have any time to get supplies. I sit in the little seat I made for myself, shivering. The anthem starts. Then I see the faces of the dead. Wayne Winters, the boy from Section 3. That means my Section partner and both from one are alive. Then both from Section 4, Kay and Ally. Next is Onan from 7, so both from 5 and 6 are alive. Lilah Joan from Section 8 is dead. So is Gordon from 9. And Vernon from 10. The huge guy, Ed Crissie, from 11 is down. That's surprising. And last is Carla from 12. The seal and then darkness. Nine people dead on the first day.

I grit my teeth so that people won't hear them clacking together in the cold.

JIM'S VIEW- THE SECOND DAY

I yawn and stretch, and climb out of my tarp. It was all I managed to get, a neon blue tarp, but it kept off the dew and kept me warm. Sort of. I hope that the rumbling of my stomach isn't as loud to other people as it is to me. I lick the dew off of the tarp but there is very little of it and it barely moistens my mouth. It just makes me want more. I sigh and fold up my tarp. I tuck my jacket into my belt and put the tarp inside my jacket, over my heart. It's easier to carry and it's extra protection. I walk for a little bit but I start to get dizzy. I suddenly see a berry bush in front of me. I suck the juice out of a ton and eat them. I ignore how it makes my stomach churn and my mouth burn. I stumble around until I find a tiny pool, hidden by rocks. I suck it dry and start to get a headache. In about an hour I start to retch and regret eating the berries and drinking the unclean water. It will be a very long couple of days, if I even survive that long.

DIESEL'S VIEW- THE SECOND DAY

I drink from the water bottle, one of the two things I got. The other is my iodine, which is tucked away in my pocket. I don't really plan on getting out of the arena, unless something awesome happens. Instead, my goal is to find Clara. I have to thank her for volunteering for my sister, have to tell her to get out of here, and protect Emely. Who knows what could happen to a tribute's sister, who actually got picked and was volunteered for. I walk a surprisingly short distance before I hear two people talking.

"You saw, last night, that big guy from eleven is already down. A couple of the boys are bigger today. Do you know Diesel out of the games? That could be an advantage." Says a voice I don't recognize. I freeze at my name, and know who is going to answer. I am right.

"Yeah," Clara says. "I used to babysit for him and his sister- she's the girl I volunteered for. Weird how they both got picked. But I dunno, he's gotten a lot bigger than when he was nine. And stronger. He used to practice wrestling with his dad, and I have a feeling he's improved."

I hold in a chuckle. I used to wrestle a bit with my dad, but I haven't done it since I was ten. I step on a branch and freeze.

"What was that?"

"Knives out."

To me: "We know you're there. Show yourself, don't be a coward." I take a deep breath and quietly grab a big heavy stick. I wait a moment so that I will catch them off guard. Then I creep forward and pounce! The other girl is Jenna from eleven. I twist her neck. Clara is about to stab me when I jump on her and hold her down. I know it's killing her, that she wants to scream, but she can't, for it only means more enemies.

"Kill me! Get it over with!" She whispers painfully, frantically.

"I can't. I have to tell you something first. Thank you- thank you for volunteering for Emely. You have to get out of here and protect her- I can't. But you have a chance."

"Then- w-why are you k-killing me?"

"I had to hold you down so you wouldn't stab me."

"It's too-" Clara coughs. "late for me. You've broken my ribs and probably bruised or punctured my heart. I-I'm dying."

I jump off, outraged by my mistake. But I know she's right. It's too late. She manages to pull herself up. A cannon fires, Jenna must have finally died. Clara shakily takes out her knife. I think she is going to give it to me. Instead she cuts my leg. I involuntarily scream. I fall to the ground and with her last breath, stabs my stomach. A cannon fires. Clara is dead. And I might as well be.

Short, random, and to the point. Is it just me, or is Diesel pretty dumb? Teehee :3

-faeriesandunicorns