Disclaimer: I do not own The Hunger Games. They belong to Suzanne Collins.

Note: Day nine has arrived! We're almost at the end of the story, and yet still a few surprises have yet to be seen. I'm confident that I can get this story finished by the end of the month, and hopefully you guys will like how it ends. Also, milestone, the story has surpassed 1000 views! Thank you to all who have been reading. :) Before the chapter begins...here's the first hint towards who the third protagonist of The Nameless Chronicles will be…

Hint #1: This tribute died in the bloodbath.


When I wake up, it's dark and quiet. And I feel hungry...so hungry. With all the supplies at the Cornucopia blown up, and how I may end up worse than dead if I tried to go back to scavenge something...this is going to present a problem. I don't know much of anything about survival besides how to kind of start a fire. This is what happens when you live in an Urban District.

"Lacey, you awake?" I ask after a yawn. "We need to get food...Lacey?"

I look around the cave. Its dark, the outside light blocked by the vines, but something is instantly clear to me. Nobody resting against me, no sound of snoring…

Lacey has left while I was sleeping.

She left…

"...She decided to leave, and she didn't attack me in my sleep. She didn't want us to have to hurt each other," I say, lightly smiling. "I hope she's alright. That girl..."

I'm all alone now, and that's how it's going to be. Weldar would cut me up and tie me down, leaving me in agony. Marvel would kill me on sight. Miller...yeah, he'd probably do the same as Marvel. Lacey wouldn't, but this is where we have parted so from now on I can't rely on her kindness and care.

I have to rely on myself only.

Looking at the secret weapon, I know I need to somehow raise funds from sponsors and soon. But how? I'm not convinced I could win a fight against anybody left. Im not getting myself killed for sponsor money that I'd not even be alive to benefit from. That'd be suicide, and I promised Lacey I'd not try to do it again. So, what can I do?

Checking my supplies I can see that...Lacey didn't take anything from me. My knife, a single piece of dried fruit, some water and a bottle of painkillers. It's all I have to live off of now. After swallowing the painkillers with water and devouring the dried fruit I shakily stand up. My legs hurt, quite a lot...but I can't stop running. Running has kept me alive.

"Well...let's see what's for breakfast tonight," I say to myself as I walk over to the vines. "Don't be a fire, don't be a fire..."

I step outside of the cave with my highly limited supplies and look around. Ok, so there is no fire. That's pretty good. The ground is damp, and it smells wet and earthy from the storm yesterday, but right now the weather doesn't seem too bad. Cloudy, but not cold or dangerous. Maybe the kind of weather where I can find myself something, anything, to eat.

When I came into this Arena, I weighed one hundred and twenty pounds...for a girl of 5'9, a bit below the average. Most of my weight probably came from my height, along with whatever scraps I could scavenge. But by now, from all the running, fighting and screaming...what do I weigh? How weak have I gotten? I look like a mess on the outside, and my mind isn't looking too good I'd bet. But what about my vitals? A tracker can tell all that to the Gamemakers, unless it somehow broke or something I guess, but I don't know anything.

...Well, I do know what I am starving, and I feel like crap. Gotta be something to eat around here. Berries could be poisonous though, and I don't know how to catch an animal with a snare...and I am not going to 'pull a Titus', as we call it in Three.

This might be harder than I thought.

Hmm...if the Ant Muttation is bought back, would it be edible?

"Stop being stupid Gadget," I tell myself. "Ok, that way leads to pain...the Cornucopia...same thing. So, I shall go...hmm...this way."

And so I walk on to wherever I'm going to end up next. So long as there is food, I'm not gonna complain. I would ask to be sponsored food, but I need the money for the final piece of the secret weapon. So, its my own self to rely on here.

Animals and edible things tend to frequent areas with water...so, if I look for a pond or the river, I might find food. The lake was near the Cornucopia and leads up to the river, but if I go that way I could be seen. So, I'll have to take a longer detour.

Well, I got nothing but time.


(Time passes…)


The Hunger Games…

Oh how horribly fitting that name is. I may be used to being hungry, but back home I'm not in a situation where I burn off calories constantly. So, as the days go by it gets worse and worse. Just another way to give us reason to kill each other, so we can get out of here and actually eat something good. They say money and knowledge are power...I prefer to think food is power.

Just being able to take a nibble from a cheese bun right now would be enough to get me to do almost anything.

But how much would a cheese bun cost by now? It's not just the day counter that makes sponsor gifts get more expensive, but also how many Tributes are still alive by then. Five still existing by day eight...I bet a slice of fresh bread would cost over a hundred Caps. A rip-off.

And yet I want it so bad!

Right now, I'm in an empty area of the forest. Well, not empty so much as it feels very dead. The grass is thin, the trees have little signs of life in them, so birds or any wildlife seems to be nearby.

It's as though life knows better to be here.

My knife is in my hand a moment later. Am I alone? Or is there a beast somewhere nearby? All that is clear to me is that there isn't any food in this place. But, where from here is the river? It can't be far...or did I go off course? The ground is low, so to check I'd have to climb up a tree and peer over the canopy of the forest.

"...Or I could fall and break my neck," I finish out loud.

I'm walking around, looking for a decent tree to climb. I think they'd all support my weight, but I need one that is possible for me to climb...and with low odds of me getting myself killed. Any with tree sap on them are right out. For all I know it could be corrosive to my flesh.

As I pick out a tree, something catches my attention nearby. Something that clearly doesn't belong.

"Hmm...what's this?" I say quietly as I knee next to the thing on the ground, but not getting too close.

It's a trap.

Specifically, it seems to be a small pit lightly covered by some large leaves. Using a stick to carefully brush away the leaves, it appears to be filled with...um...I think the trainer called them Punji Sticks? One foot in here and the victim won't run again...easy to catch and kill. Good thing I spotted it.

Wait...wait a second. If there is a trap set here, one this well made...somebody must be nearby!

I waste no time climbing up a tree. It's tough, and I almost slip a few times which results in many squeaks of fear from me, but I make it up towards the upper branches. Concealed by the foliage I take a few quiet breaths. If they can't see me, they can't kill me.

A few moments later I hear footsteps. Good thing I'm out of sight. But who is it? Lacey…? I'll warn her of the trap if it is, but it seems unlikely I'd have caught up to her already, especially when I wasn't trying to. And Weldar is back at the Cornucopia, deaf. So it must be Miller or Marvel...and I don't want to be seen by either of them…

"Can't make a sound," I say near silently, quietening down and staying very still as I watch the ground.

A few moments pass and a boy walks into the clearing. He holds a bow with an arrow notched, and a quiver with a few extra arrows on his back...the axe on his belt and the bottle green jacket show me it's Miller right away.

Looking around and thankfully not towards me, he relaxes a bit and begins to carefully walk around the clearing. His arrow is still notched...I barely dare to breath. It won't matter if I am up here so long as he has that bow...in fact, with how I'd have no room to run it'd make it an easy job for him.

I wonder if he is as good a shot with that bow as Katniss was.

"Looks like nobody is here," Miller says quietly. "Just as well, only four arrows left. The girl from Eight made me waste two before she bolted. Calm down Miller...four opponents, four arrows...you'll be home soon."

He takes a shaky breath. Just like me, he's afraid.

"Don't worry Cinder, I'll win," he continues. "Hm...what's that?"

Miller kneels next to the Punji Sick trap, looking it over. He makes a sound of approval.

"Well made trap," he says. "Wait...I didn't make this one. Somebody might be near!"

Miller gets up and quickly leaves the area. Once he's out of my hearing range I begin to make my descent, but I realize something that makes me choke for a moment.

It wasn't Miller's trap.

And with Weldar far away and Lacey not knowing how to make traps…

Marvel is nearby.

Now feeling very afraid I quickly make my way down the tree to the ground. I have no idea how recently this trap has been made, or is Marvel would plan to stay near it, but if he's nearby I need to run. Insane or not, he's a Career and I'd have no way of fighting him off even if he was unarmed.

I can't see any signs of somebody approaching, so I take off running in a different direction than the one Miller went in. It's harder to be found if you stay on the move, and right now me being found will likely mean the same thing as being a corpse.


(Not much later…)


I've been running for a few minutes now, but gradually my run has become more of a tired stumble. My chest burns horribly from the combination of hunger, thirst and fatigue throughout my body. But I don't think I've been follow.

I'm alone.

But, more to the point, I have found the river once again. Drinking right from it didn't hurt me last time, so it probably won't this time. After all, it's not stagnant. And so I drop to my knees and practically dunk my messy face into the water, gulping it like an animal. A few seconds pass until I raise back onto my knees and run my hands through my hair.

Hungry and tired, but at least I'm not thirsty anymore. As I fill up my bottle, I take a look at my reflection in the river. I never thought of myself as a looker, like Glimmer was, but I never felt I was ugly or anything either. Perhaps almost cute. But looking at me now, I'm a mess. Tired, miserable, dirty, dried blood that won't wash off easily and my hair is a total mess. No longer straight and sleek, but full of dirt, split ends and some of it fallen out.

"You're a mess," I say to my reflection matter-of-factly. "A total mess."

But, who would be the same after nine days in the Arena? Even Careers take a few hits and look at least a bit worn down by the end, though as can be expected, they still look better than most people would. The untrained and weak Tributes like me...calling us ghastly would probably be a compliment.

I sit here for a few minutes, listening to the water gently flow by. It sounds wet, obviously, but the light splashes and ripples of the flow...it's soothing. I reach into my pocket and hold my token in my hand. I gently close my fingers around it.

"Don't worry mommy, wherever you are...I'll be home soon," I whisper. It's my promise.

I scream in alarm as I am grabbed by my hair and thrown over to the ground hard. I spit out dirt and try to get up, but I have to chance to as somebody grabs me and tries to drag me to the water to drown me. Screaming, I grab my knife and stab it behind me. The grip on my loosens, but a second later I am kicked forwards and land on the hard ground, moaning in pain.

Looking back, I see Marvel leering down at me, my knife having cut his hip. He's bleeding, but not from anywhere vital, and he tosses my knife away into the river. Looking at him, the once proud and smug Career seems to have really lost it. His eyes are wide and mad, he's covered in dirt and some blood, he looks much thinner and he's missing his shirt and jacket. His torso has bite marks...maybe from bugs...and also an axe wound. But this hardly matters as he holds a flimsy spear, one held together with duct tape. Maybe the tape was sponsored?

"Well, lookie-lookie here! It's one of the bad guys!" Marvel yells, his voice shaky, but still grand. "Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to another episode of the Marvel Show! The show where I am Marvellous, and the opponent is dead! Hahahahaha! Today, this girl is gonna die! What's your name, sweetie? Tell the people! Don't be shy!"

I scream and quickly get up to try and run away. Maybe Marvel would bleed out while he chases me? But he grabs me and throws me down. I scream shrilly as he stomps on my back. Not enough to break anything, but it hurts! It hurts so much! Like an open fame is against my flesh! I have no weapons, so all I can do is run away.

"Oh no you don't!" he giggles, grabbing my hair as I try to stand and throwing me by it to land roughly a few feet away. "Marvel is making his move! Watch him go, people! Spear attack!"

Marvel cackles madly, humping and thrusting his spear in a way both terrifying to watch...and really awkward. I try to gun but quickly drop down again to the dirt, the spear flying over me and pinning into a tree. Marvel cries out in agonized disappointment.

"No! Ratings are falling!" the insane boy from one yells.

While Marvel goes to retrieve his spear, I run to the river to find my knife. It has to be here somewhere. But I can't see it. It's gone! I have to fight an insane Career totally unarmed...the only thing I can take comfort in is that, a feet feet away, my token lies unharmed. Quite the opposite of me.

Marvel has now grabbed his spear, laughing madly again as he thrusts with it on the spot.

"It's going in your belly!" he yells in glee.

I have no weapons...but there are other ways to harm somebody besides a weapon. And so, I reach back, grabbing a handful of dirt, and throw it at Marvel. The dirt quickly gets into his bleeding hip wound. He howls in pain, trying to swat it away.

"It's just self defence, it's just self defence," I whisper to myself, closing my eyes and shakily breathing for a second or two.

That dirt will certainly cause an infection, and I highly doubt Marvel will get any medicine. By the time the Games end, he'll already be dead from infection. I just need to run away, and fast! It's the only thing I can do in this horrible place!

Getting up, I try to run back towards the Punji Stick trap. If I could get Marvel to step in it, he'd be unable to catch up to me.

"Roar!" Marvel yells, sounding goofy...and terrifying.

I scream in fright as Marvel grabs onto my leg and pulls me over. I may be of a more sound state of mind, but he's still older, bigger and stronger than me. Grabbing my foot he begins gnawing on my ankle. My pants stop most pain, but I can fee a horrible tingle in my ankle. Kicking my foot at his face I make a break for the woods, but a second later I scream as my back suddenly feels aflame with pain. Marvel struck me with the flat on his spear and, in my pause of pain, he punches me down to the ground. Spear in his arms he looms over me with a loud, crazy laugh.

"Ahahahaha! AHAHAHAHA!" He laughs, his eyes unfocused and wide.

As Marvel thrust pumps with his spear, yelling about the Marvel Show having higher ratings than ever, rain begins falling from the sky. It's thick and very damp and as some of it gets in my eues I feel even more helpless than I already am.

"Get off!" I yell trying to throw more dirt at Marvel's wound.

Marvel doesn't react. In pain though he clearly is, he simply spits on my face. And again. And again. I howl and moan in disgust and pain as his thick spit coats my face.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I give you Gadget! Thirteen years old, and less than one minute form death! Oh my, how Marvellous! AHAHAHAHA!" Marvel laughs, spinning his spear in his hands like a baton of some kind, one of his feet upon my chest to keep my from getting up. "It's been a pretty boring Hunger Games this year! Not enough effort from the Gamemakers to make it interesting, leaving it to me to give you your entertainment! Let's give Seneca and his friends a big clap for mediocrity! Hooray!"

Marvel whoops and claps, while I struggle more frantically than before. Marvel has to adjust his pressure and position a few times to keep my in place, but I still struggle. He just insulted the Head Gamemaker! He said they didn't put in effort! Something bad is gonna happen and I need to get out of the crossfire.

"Help! Help! I'm stuck with a madman!" I scream, kicking and wriggling.

"A marvellous madman!" agrees Marvel as he raises his spear.

That's the exact time I hear a monstrous shriek from nearby.

...I know that shriek.

All I can do is scream and shriek and yell as loudly as I can, rocking myself and struggling as I do. I have to get away from here. Thankfully, Marvel suddenly steps away from me, allowing me to scramble backwards and get to my feet. The downside is that the Ant Muttation is back, as big and scary as ever, and it looms over us, clicking and hissing.

"AAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHHHH!" I scream, unable to think of anything but the danger I am in.

I don't think. I turn the other way and flee for my life. I don't bother to grab my supplies. I just run. I run for my life.

Crossing the thankfully shallow river and blazing up the bank towards the forest I hear Marvel is yelling and laughing.

"A new challenger approaches! HAHAHAHA! Your Marvellous hero, Marvel, is ready to fight!" Marvel cheers, cackling with insane glee. "What's your name pal? Where do you come from? Are you ready to die?!"

That's the last I hear before a loud shriek and a huge amount of agonised screaming. The screams go on and on. Clearly it's a very drawn out death but I don't stop running away. Soon enough the screaming stops, but I'm not sure if its because Marvel is dead or the fact I am out of range.

Crying as I run, I quickly get behind a large boulder and hide. Drawing my knees up, I shake violently, breathing deeply in and out, trying not to think of anything. I was a mess physically, and now I think another part of me snapped. After the trauma I just saw and heard, I now something for certain.

I feel so sorry for Marvel and his fate.

BANG!

...Twenty dead.

...Four left.

I don't get time to think this over much before I feel everything going dark.


(Time passes…)


I jolt awake with a sharp intake of air, my eyes opening suddenly as I quickly glance around. It's silent, and it's sunset. The sky glows a honey orange colour, and the rain has stopped. I'm still alive, somehow, and it seems the Ant Muttation must have been withdrawn. If it wasn't, I'd be dead. No doubt being killed while I am not conscious to feel it must be too boring for them.

"...What's in my hands," I mumble, still not totally with it.

I seem to be holding something...but what? I look down and see that, while I was sprawled out in an unconscious state, a sponsor parachute has landed in my arms. But, it's not beeping the usual sonar. That's strange...normally a gift will beep until it is opened. An incentive to claim it quickly. These things never break, that I recall…

Somebody must have came by while I was unconscious, and turned it off for me. There are only three people still alive and...Lacey.

My guardian angel…

That's the only explanation I can think of. She found me like this and, while she didn't stick around so that we will not have to possibly turn on each other, she turned off the beeping to protect me. My chest feels really warm...this must be what's it's like having a best friend.

I look left and right. Sure enough, an L is drawn onto the rock with dirt. Placed on the ground below it is a single red apple. Juicy and brightly coloured. I put aside the parachute for a moment, quickly devouring the apple. Skin, the juice innards, the core..even the seeds are not safe. I still feel hungry after I finish it off, but I still feel a little better. That apple was worth more than five hundred Caps, easily.

But, opening up my sponsor parachute I realize that I have been gifted something worth even more.

"It's...it's a Plasma Reflux Coil..." I whisper in glee, almost giggling in relief. "It's the last part I need! Yes! Yes!"

I hug the component to my chest, tears of hope in my tired, weary eyes. All I need to do now is go back to the cave and finish off work on my secret weapon. It won't take very long. For a girl on my skill, it'd be a half hour job at most.

"Thank you," I say, knowing a camera can hear me.

I get up to my feet after picking a note out of the parachute and head off back towards the river, and thus the cave beyond it. Before I get to the cave though, I have one more thing I have to do. I need to recover my token. It's all I have left of mommy, after all.

Putting the Plasma Reflux Coil in my pocket I set at a decent pace. Lacey won't attack me, and Weldar is probably far away...but Miller might be nearby, and he'd attack me. Not that'd I'd blame him...we're all scared, tired and want to go home. And now...it's seems that maybe, just maybe, I will.

Though if I were to go home with Weldar, I'm not so sure I'd want to live a full, long life. It'd be an endless cycle of pain and hurt, with no escape from him.

I breath shakily as I open up the note to read it.

-You have all the parts you need now. Go and build something great, and come home. But don't forget, Lacey cannot come back with you. But Weldar can, and likely will. It's going to hurt, and badly, but it cannot be changed. But I'll be beside you.

The Games are nearly over. Tick tock tick tock tick tock…

Wiress-

Cold hard facts. It's a bitter, harsh truth that winning will not really make life better at all. Trading being hungry for being constantly hurt by Weldar, more than usual. If I did kill him though...I may be an outcast now, but that's nothing to what would happen if the Taboo was broken….

Deep breaths Gadget. Wiress is on your side…


(Not much later…)


It's not long before I am back at the river. The sunset light reflects off of the flowing water...it's a beautiful evening, really.

But it doesn't change what happened here just a few hours ago, and how sick and wrong the whole thing was.

"Ok, where's that token," I mumble, crossing the river carefully and heading to the area I know I saw it last. "Gotta be here somewhere. Why would anybody else want it?"

It's fortunate that the river is so shallow and only up to my knees. I'd not want my vital Plasma Reflux Coil damaged. But that's not important, not when I kneel down and pick up my token once more. Mommy…

"Thank goodness..." I whisper, putting the token into my pocket where it'll be safe.

There's no sign of the Any Muttation, and Marvel's body has been taken away. Or, the pieces of his body if he died in the way I expected he did. However, besides the disturbances in the dirt from our rather one sided battle, in his favour of course, there is something there that shows evidence of what happened.

Blood.

Usually the Capitol clears the blood up after a rather messy kill, but sometimes it is left. Either due to the soapy stuff they use not getting rid of everything, or them deciding to leave it to mark an exceptional grisly death. The kind of thing that would make the highlights, make me cry and then give me nightmares too.

Based on the blood splatted on the dirt, rocks and nearby trees, I am certain it was the latter…

I drop to my knees, puking into the river, so overcome with nausea at the thought of what happened behind my back as I ran away. I must have puked dozens of times now. It explains the weight loss…

Shaking and shivering, I get back up and keep going. It'll be dark soon, the sunset no longer providing light, an I'd rather be in cover by that point. The kind of cover only my cave provides.

Too bad my knife is gone though. I may have been kind of bad at using it, but it made me feel just a little safer.

Feeling afraid, I press onwards through the forest. Just a few miles to go, if that...not far.


(Time passes…)


I made it.

I was so nervous that, on the way back, I'd be attacked by Miller or a Muttation, but nothing ever came to me. All the fear I felt was in my mind. Probably what they intended. But it doesn't matter. I've arrived at my cave and have gotten to work on my secret weapon instantly. Complex stuff, but to me it comes very naturally. Just have to put the Plasma Reflux Coil in place, and link it up to the power source and the pistons. Not a huge job, really.

After some time has passed, I make the final connection and, after closing the metal cover over the Plasma Reflux Coil, I take a few steps back and breath out a happy sigh.

It's finished.

My secret weapon is ready to be used.

Normally I'd much prefer to test it and be certain it's in proper condition, but I won't get such a luxury. I'll need to put in to work in the morning and…well...not think about it too much, and just hope I will not need to hurt Lacey.

I suppose with my care for my dearest, and only, friend, and my fear of what would happen if I broke the Taboo, especially with the rule change bringing both Tributes home...I guess it means that, by default, I can only use this on Miller. But will I crack and change my mind once the 'finale' has begun?

I wish I could go home with Lacey and move into Eight. Maybe in another world.

One without the Hunger Games.

"Well, better try to get some sleep," I say to myself. "Big day tomorrow."

Big, and probably highly painful. Might even kill me. Probably will. But, as I try to settle own, attempting to ignore how hunger I am, I hear the Anthem has started to play. Weary and exhausted, I crawl to the entrance of the cave and peer through the vines as I look up at the sky.

The Capitol Seal stays in place for only a second by the time I am looking. If you ask me, a second is far too long…

Marvel's face is shown in the sky, blank and devoid of any kind of the usual cockiness he always showed. It's the first time in over fifty years that a Career has not made it to the last four. I wonder how the others will feel, seeing his face in the sky. Relief that the last Career is dead? Glee that he met a grisly end after the pain he enjoyed causing? Nothing due to not knowing him personally?

Me, I just feel bad that I earlier said I didn't feel any sympathy for him. In some ways I still don't, but...the way he died was just awful.

The Anthem comes to an end, and all is silent once more in the night sky. The stars are bright, but all is silent.

I get back inside the cave, crawling to the part furthest from the entrance. It's going to be ending tomorrow, one way or another. Will I be able to go home, probably with Weldar, or will I just be a face projected into the sky and forgotten by everybody?

I'm scared and so tired and afraid…

I would have thought, before launch, I'd have thrown in the towel long ago by this point.

But, I guess I didn't get here by giving up. I keep going...with a bit of help from an angel of course.

I'll try to sleep and deal with what may be my last day alive once I wake up. For just a few hours, I'll be free, free to dream.

"Might be my last dream. I hope it's a nice one," I mumble as I lay down and close my eyes tiredly.

Gadget Byte, the odds are not in your favour...but tomorrow is another day.


END OF DAY 9…


REMAINING TRIBUTES

Weldar (District 3 Male)

Gadget (District 3 Female)

Lacey (District 8 Female)

Miller (District 9 Male)


THE FALLEN

5th- Marvel (District 1 Male)- Torn apart by an Ant Muttation.

6th- Peeta (District 12 Male)- Committed suicide via Nightlock Berries.

7th- Katniss (District 12 Female)- Shot in the heart with a bow and arrow by Miller.

8th- Cinder / Foxface (District 5 Female)- Caught in Gadget's snare trap and stung to death by Tracker-Jackers.

9th- Cato (District 2 Male)- Blown up by a mine dropped by Lacey.

10th- Glimmer (District 1 Female)- Blown up by a mine dropped by Lacey.

11th- Clove (District 2 Female)- Blown up by a mine dropped by Lacey.

12th- Thresh (District 11 Male)- Shot in the forehead with a bow and arrow by Glimmer.

13th- Marina (District 4 Female)- Throat slashed with a knife by Clove

14th- Sparky (District 5 Male)- Speared in the gut repeatedly by Weldar.

15th- Rue (District 11 Female)- Speared in the heart, gut and face by Weldar.

16th- Rammy (District 10 Male)- Arms sliced off and decapitated by Clove.

17th- Urchin (District 4 Male)- Throat slashed with a machete by Cato

18th- Jason (District 6 Male)- Tripped and slashed to death with a scythe by Cato

19th- Nettle (District 7 Female)- Speared in the heart with a spear by Marvel

20th- Sickle (District 9 Female)- Knife to the lung by Clove

21st- Wood (District 7 Male)- Slashed in the throat with a crescent sword by Thresh

22nd- Tamora (District 6 Female)- Stabbed with a knife by Glimmer.

23rd- Sable (District 10 Female)- Hit in the skull with an axe by Cato.

24th- Callico (District 8 Male)- Stabbed with a kukri by Marvel.


TRIBUTE NOTES

Marvel: The last Career standing, and all because he had to take a piss at the time Lacey dropped the mine onto the other three. I don't know why, but that just strikes me as oddly amusing. Marvel was a fun one to write here. With his goofy, dumbass behavior and the 'energy' he put into his actions he felt stand-out and a rather entertaining antagonist, though as can be expected he was highly trained and dangerous. But I was thinking, what if only one Career survived a big accident and had no supplies at all, and had no way of getting anymore at all. In canon Cato and Clove had each other at least, and didn't seem to be suffering too badly...but with Marvel all alone, and having no clue what to do...well, we saw his decent into madness. With insanity comes no filter, and without a filter you could provoke the Gamemakers. I feel Marvel played a good role in this story, but here he is, dead before the 'finale' begins...