So, so so so so so sorry I took so long to update!

I started school, and they have been loadinggggg us with homework,

So much work, I barely have time to write!
Ah!

I hope I didn't disappoint you all, I really was extremely unhappy not publishing this story sooner.

I'll make it up to you?

Love, ForeverAdrian.

Manchester Emilio POV.

I don't know what it is about Rosalina, but I really like her. Like I feel like I can be my complete self when I'm around her, instead of being the overly confident, jocky self that I usually am when I'm around other people. She treats me in a way that nobody else has treated me before. She listens to me when I talk, giggles at my lame jokes, isn't all over me at all, and her voice, her voice is just so soothing and calming. The only emotion I can hear in her voice is compassion and I really, really like that.

We've been walking aimlessly for hours, with nothing to do. Yeah, we've got food, yeah, we've got water, but once thing we don't have is entertainment. And that's something I really want right about now.

"What should we do?" I ask her, walking by a particular looking bush.

"Well there's not much to do." She says, giggling. "We don't want to risk being killed."

"I know, but I'm just so bored. I'm sure there has to be something we could do to entertain ourselves."

She thinks for a moment. "Alright, well, do you wanna play I spy?"

"I spy? What's that?" I ask, never having heard of such a thing.

"Well," she starts off, "it's a game where you say, 'I spy with my little eye, something green.' After you say that, the other person you're playing with has to guess what you were looking at, and if they guess right, they win."

"That sounds so incredibly… gay." I say, putting an emphasis on the "y".

"It's not!" She says laughing. "If you're that bored, you might as well try it."

I sigh for a moment. "Alright, let's give this a try."

We stop and sit right below a tall golden tree. I'm guessing Rosalina is going first, so I just sit there and look at all the possible things she might be looking at.

"I spy, with my little eye, something brown." She looks at me and smiling.

Wow, everything is brown around here. The trees, some of the leaves, the mud, the rocks, everything surrounding me, basically!

"Ummmm…." I start off. "Is it… that tree over there?" I point to an extremely large tree that's standing right in front of us. It has to be that one, I think to myself, that's the only thing it could be.

"Nope." She informs me. She giggles to herself a little bit more, then looks down to the ground. I follower her eyes to the direction they're pointing. A brown leaf stuck underneath a rock.

"Let's see…" I say, pretending like I'm thinking about what it could be. "Is it that dead leaf underneath that rock?" I point to the leaf and she's suddenly astonished. Her mouth drops and her eyes widen, but then her shocked expression turns into a smile, and then she starts laughing.

"Well…" She says, looking at the leaf and then at me, "You're a pro!"

"I know." I say confidently. "I get that a lot."

She manages a small smile, obviously not appreciating my sarcasm, and announces that it's my turn.

"I spy," I say, looking around, "with my little eye," I look at Rosalina to make sure I'm saying it right, and she reassures me by nodding and smiling, "Something green."

"Green?" She asks, confused. "But there's nothing green here?"

"Oh, I think you're wrong." I tell her, smiling with my confident smile, because I know that the thing I'm thinking of is genius.

"Ummmm…" She bites her bottom lip, looking all around her.

"Come on, we don't have all day!" I say, nudging her jokingly.

She looks around for another moment, but I know she won't get it. The thing I'm thinking of is impossible for her to find.

"Well, you beat me. I have no idea what it could possibly be."

I stare at her for a moment, and once we are absolutely silent, I smile.

"Your eyes." I say quietly, still holding my smile.

She stays silent for a moment, but I can see some pink start forming around her cheeks.

"So I guess it's your turn again." She says, breaking the intense stare.

"I spy, with my little eye, something pink. A beautiful shade of pink." I say, in my softest, sweetest voice.

"The sky?" She says immediately.

"Prettier."

"Well I don't know." She says desperately. "That's the only thing that's pink out here."

"You're missing one thing." I say, softly again, too entangled by the feeling of lust to stop myself. "It's your lips."

Her eyes widen, and then she looks down, embarrassed. Her cheeks get even redder, and for some reason, I find that extremely irresistible, and without any warning at all, I guide my head to hers. We make eye contact for a split second, and before I know it, our lips are locked, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Day Two.

Arnaldo Armani POV.

The anthem only revealed one face tonight; Garth Spahr, District 8.

The Games are going too slow, I can see that now. If these stupid imbeciles are just going to wait around for a mutation to come along and kill them, that's fine with me. But myself? No. I am going to do everything in my power to make sure that these Games go faster.

I don't really know where I am, but I haven't seen anybody. I've been sitting by this enormous frozen lake for the past couple of days now, barely feeding off of the few fish that live by the bank. It gets very cold at one particular part of the never ending day, so what I do is when I start feeling the cold sink into my skin, I just get my hand made javelin, get some small fish, and start a fire. I kill two birds with one stone that way. I get to be warm when everybody else is probably cold, and I get to eat some good fish. Since it somehow never converts to night time here, I don't worry about getting caught too much, and if the smoke attracts people, I'll just kill 'em. Simple as that.

I'm sitting by a rotting tree now. It gets boring, being alone so much, I'm not gonna lie, but I won't ever let it show. My priority is to get out of here alive, not make friends. I think I can manage a month of total solitude. If anything, it will probably do me a favor. Some free time to think, you know?

I suddenly hear a loud rumble coming from the lake. It sounds like something is tearing or breaking through the thin ice, the sound my ice maker makes when it's developing ice. I'm confused for a moment, but I don't take long to react. It can only be one thing. A mutation.

I run immediately, but not too far. My curiosity sinks in more than anything.

It's like the Capitol can read my mind, a hideous looking monster jumps out of the icy lake and lands just where I was sitting, crushing the trees around it. Time freezes, and so does my body. I'm too stunned with horror to even realize that if I don't move, I will get eaten by this… this monster.

It's possibly as big as three school buses put together, and it is incredibly long and slimy. It has two very long antennas on each side of its mouth, and they keep slithering like a snake. Its skin… it looks like its decomposing. I can see its bones everywhere. Its ribs are sticking out noticeably, its eyes are sunken and black, and its spine looks like spikes sticking out in a perfect line, like a dinosaur of some sort.

The creature suddenly lets out a horrifying roar. All this time that I was thinking about its physical attributes I could have ran away, but I'm about 5 feet away from it, and fish can't walk on land, let alone breathe, so maybe if I step back slowly…

The smallest movement of my legs sends the creature flaring its razor sharp teeth at me. They look like the teeth of a shark, and one of its teeth is probably the size of my waist all the way down to my toes. I step back again, even slower, not letting myself get too intimidated with what I see.

It does nothing, but it hasn't hidden its teeth, it's like it's ready for attack at any given moment.

One step, two step, three step, four steps…

Suddenly one of its sickening moving antennas lunges towards me and wraps around my legs. I let out a small yelp before I'm on the ground and being dragged towards the mouth of the monster.

I dig my nails deep into the muddy ground, trying not to look at the bottomless pit I'm about to be ripped to shreds in. I have a strong enough hold to challenge this monster in a horrifying tug of war, the rope being me. I can feel it pull me harder, and my grip feels like it's going fail me, but for some reason, I don't feel like giving up. There has to be away out of this, I think to myself. There's always a way.

My javelin!

With one hand holding on to the wet earth for dear life, I stick my hand down the long pockets the Game's fashion designers provided us, and pull out my javelin. This is obviously not going to kill a creature this size, but if I can hit it a place where it'll hurt me enough to let go…

It's now or never.

I let go of the ground and I'm suddenly launched into the air. The creature looks up, opening its mouth wider for the fresh new piece of flesh it's about to get, except he's not gonna get shit, because I've got him beat. Just when I'm about three seconds away from death, I throw my javelin with all my might right towards his eye.

Bulls eye!

It hits the creature straight in the eye!

It lets out a sickening high pitched scream. I'm suddenly thrown into the air, then almost within a second slammed back down to the ground, right on my face. I feel several bones in my body shatter almost immediately, but I can feel that the antenna isn't wrapped around my legs anymore.

This is a perfect time to run.

I try to push myself up, but almost instantly my arms start wobbling and I fall right back down. The high pitched screams have quickly subsided, which makes me believe that it crawled back into the water, but you can't be too safe. Not after what happened just moments ago.

I try to push myself up again, only to result in failure.

"Damn it." I curse myself. The monster slammed me down so hard against the ground that now my bones have as much strength as a bowl of jell-o. But you have to work with what you have, so if I can't fucking lift myself up, then I'm gonna crawl, damn it.

Slowly, but surely, I stretch one arm forward; dig my hand as deep as I can into the wet ground, and pull. I scream out in pain. My knee, something is wrong with my fucking knee! It's pulsing horribly, and I can feel something warm start accumulating around my leg and thigh. It feels like someone just smashed my knee in with a hammer, over and over again.

I can't move, but I can't stay here either. I'll die in no time if I don't make an effort to move, but my knee isn't letting me do that. I don't know what condition it's in, but for the time being, I just can't afford to make any movements.

I'm probably going to bleed to death by the next anthem, which inst exactly the best way to go, but I guess it beats being eaten by a giant dead catfish, so I guess I should just accept it now, so I won't be surprised later.

I really wanted to go home.

Halloween Meyer POV.

I've been stalking Sarah Morford ever since the beginning of the Games. I don't want to kill her just yet; she's someone I want to save for last. After seeing her massacre Bolt in the very beginning, then trying to save Autumns life but helplessly end up killing her within 10 minutes of saving her just fascinates me so much. I can tell she's going to be a hard girl to beat, she's fast and smart; sly if anything, and I love a challenge, so who knows, maybe this girl will give me a run for my money. Literally.

The resist the hold back the urge to kill her is immense. I've been lacking the general excitement I get when I kill someone. Izzy and Garth weren't enough, I need more, but something about Sarah just tells me to be patient. It's the little voice in my head is telling me to just hide among the trees, watch her carefully, discover everything about her, and when the time is right, kill her, because it will be the best kill I've ever had, and probably ever will.

I usually follow the instructions of the voice in my head, and he gets very angry when I don't. Last time I didn't follow his instructions, I stabbed my cat in the eye.

I've been watching her for hours, but she's still not doing anything. She's just been sitting there, looking at the tree ahead of her and twiddling her thumbs. She's thinking about something, but what? The two people she so gruesomely killed, or just the fact that she's just in The Hunger Games? The realization never sets in; I've realized that. I may enjoy killing, a lot, but that's when I know for a fact that I'm safe doing it. In here, you're not safe doing anything. At any moment, an arrow could pierce right through my heart, a pack of wolves could come running towards me in the distance, or the trees could let out a toxin that could kill me in seconds. I'm not saying I'm scared, because I'm not, if anything, it excites me, but when that possibility of death rings in the back of your mind, you don't feel the same.

No one really wants to die. People who commit suicide probably always regret what they've done the second they're slipping away from this beautiful place we call earth into the dark abyss of the nothing. One thing I do like about The Hunger Games though is that they expect you to kill, and killing is something that I love to do, and quite frankly, something that I'm good at. So in all honesty, I don't know what to think about being the Games. It hasn't really set in yet, probably never will. I'm in the Hunger Games, how many people get to say that after 10 years? Only the elite. Hopefully that will be me.

I nibble on the dull looking fruit I found on the ground while I was following Sarah. I don't have many items, other than my ninja stars, the ropes I got from Garth, and a canteen of water. Finding this fruit was pure luck, especially since everything here is mostly dead. I don't quite remember what the fruit is called, but it's not that uncommon. I think my mom called it an apple once, or was it a citrus? Hm, I don't remember, but I'm going to go with citrus. That just strikes me as the name of something round and green, like this.

I bite into it slowly, savoring the sour juices that greet my parched tongue. It's a little too sour for my taste, but I think I can manage, it taste good for the most part, except that for some reason, it's outer skin or whatever, is getting stuck in between my teeth, and I'm immediately disgusted. This sucks, I think to myself, and toss it behind me. Now I need to find some floss, stupid fruit.

Sarah must have heard the thump the apple made when it hit the ground, because now she's up and alert, looking right at my general direction.

I quickly hide myself behind my tree, not even risking the chance that she might have missed me. She was squinting when she was looking in my direction, so she must have seen something, she must have seen me.

I hear footsteps now, coming closer and closer. Should I attack? No, the voice in my head gave me clear instructions to follower her and nothing more. But what if she attacks me? Is it really worth the risk? I could run now, I'm a fast runner, I can beat her, but I just don't wanna make him angry. Ah, the agony! What do I do?

"Hm, this is strange." Sarah says, picking up the apple. "Someone's been here."

I freeze for a moment. I think I feel my heart stop, and for the first time ever in my life, I'm scared for my own safety.

She's standing right in front of me, oblivious that I'm only 5 feet away from her, grabbing the apple and inspecting the bite that I made.

She puts her index finger on the chunk of missing citrus, and after swabbing it gently, rubs her index finger against her thumb.

"Fresh." She murmurs to herself. "Someone was just here." She looks around, but doesn't cower. How does she not see me? I'm right here. She must be a fucking blind idiot not to realize I'm literally almost right next to her. But she just shrugs her shoulders, takes a bite out of the citrus, and within a second, disappears. I can see the blanket of leaves crush themselves beneath her invisible feet as she's walking back to camp, and I immediately realize that by some sort of miracle, I'm invisible too. The citrus makes you invisible!

It's a fucking miracle! Words cannot even fathom how shocked and impressed I am at the Gamemakers for actually making an edible substance turn you invisible. I mean, I wanna give them a fucking standing ovation right now. This is outstanding, simply outstanding!

I'm invisible, I'm invisible! Not to myself, but to others! I guess that citrus wasn't in the ground out of pure coincidence after all. It was meant to be found! Hah, wow. This is great. I wanna run up to invisible Sarah right now, steal the citrus back from her, and kiss it all day long, which would be forever.

I'm fucking invisible!

The Tributes.

D1:

-Juanita Alba

-Maximillium Rochester

D2:

-Glenn Elizabeth

-Sapphire Amely

D3:

-Sarah (Smo) Morford

D4:

-Julietina Fox

-Corrosive Tanner

D5:

-Alexander Pastrana

-Desiree Story

D6:

-George Seibert

D7:

-Ann McDermott

-Derek France

D8:

-Hazel Nguyen

D9:

-Penelope Starr

-Manchester Emilio

D10:

-Arnaldo Armani

-Cookie Hannah

D11:

-Rosalina DiCaprio

D12:

-Halloween Meyer