okay, you know what, i have no interest in writing fanfiction anymore. if you like me, add me on skype. or play video games with me. idek. most people here could care less anyway. ElementalEvolution is an amazing guy who was willing to write this summary for me, and for that I am grateful.

also, fanfiction was a nice phase. i'm probably going to miss it, but there are a lot of things i won't miss either. this site has occupied years of my life that i'm starting to feel were wasted. i enjoyed the kick while it lasted, and i'll probably still submit tributes if anyone asks me about them, though tbh i'm really bad about reading any fanfictions nowadays. i don't answer PMs. i don't read, i don't review, i don't write. i joined forums but i'm barely even active on them.

so yeah, i'm sorry. i like writing my own work more than i like writing fanfiction. we all knew it would happen one day. and the fanfiction that i do write is stuff i can stand- meaning not SYOTs, tributes or this fandom in general. i'd like to move forward- if you care enough about my writing, check on AO3, although i'll only be posting stuff for GW2, TOS and Penumbra.

Alliances:

The Career Pack: Renata Monae, Alpha Arcain, Kolt Morett, Myra Costello.

Alliance 1: Velion Caden, Maddox Viatelle.

Alliance 2: Alexia Lectrion, Lania Dellis, Iris Acune.

Alliance 3: Cress Fleeting, Vendetta Maverick, Milo Farrell.

Alliance 4: Eevie Rettle, Nyla Artone.

Alliance 5: Rydel Dimandis, Dalios Foster.

Alone: Kyler Gallenge, Keiran Volke, Warrick Reef, Orphrey Tarrell, Corban Dulvae, Bouvier Rusk, Jerard Karnick, Namira Hemlock.

There comes a day where every tribute must fight, and this year, it was no different. All of the tributes stood on their pedestals, poised and ready to bolt towards the golden horn ahead of them; the cornucopia. The arena itself was a battlefield, a literal one at that, with a large expanse of barren land where no man could hide from another's eyes. Hidden in the landscape, a maze of trenches offered up places for tributes to hide or find shelter for the night. Dark, thick mud covered the ground, and murky trench water lapped over the tributes' boots. The arena was alive with infectious bacteria and rife with large coils of barbed wire, where one could easily find themselves ensnared in. Mass graves were also dotted around, some of them holding gravestones of past tributes that have long fallen to the hands of others.

The Bloodbath/Day 1:

As the countdown reached 0, the tributes leapt from their pedestals and into the fray of the bloodbath. Like the screams of dying men so many centuries ago, the tributes soon began to yell in pain, falling to the ground as they fell to the weapons of their opponents.

24th- Iris Acune, 13, District 6 Female:

Iris was confident as much as she was observant. Looking out for any enemies, she decided the coast was clear. Speeding towards the cornucopia, Iris knew that all she had to do was grab some supplies, meet up with her allies, and get out of there before she got herself killed. Arriving at the opening of the cornucopia, Iris came face to face with none other than Myra, the girl from 4. The career wasted no time in thrusting her spear deep into Iris' chest. As the world faded around her, all Iris could do was bitterly curse her life. If her parents had still been alive, then she wouldn't have ended up in this mess. If only she'd looked twice…

23rd- Alexia Lectrion, 16, District 3 Female:

Alexia was never the sharpest tool in the shed, which was the exact reason why she and Lania decided to run towards Iris, despite the fact that she'd just been impaled. Alexia knew that she had to at least try and save her ally, and therefore decided to tackle the problem head on. Foolishly running back into the bloodbath, Alexia bumped into Keiran, her district partner. At first, she tried to move around him, but Keiran took no chances. Grabbing her head, he smashed her skull into the side of the cornucopia. One hit was all it took before Alexia crumpled to the floor. The collision between her temple and the metal of the cornucopia killed her almost instantly.

22nd – Corban Dulvae, 17, District 7 Male:

Corban had already scooped up a pack by the time the second tribute fell. He didn't dare look back, in case he would end up in the same position as them. He had to stay alive! He had to get back to his family, and prove to the District that he wasn't the player he used to be. Nobody had ever believed him before, but he was adamant that people might listen to a victor more. Corban had done his best in these Games so far, and this was both the last and most dangerous leg of his journey. That is, until he bumped into another tribute. Jerard, from 11, stumbled backwards, before narrowing his eyes and grabbing Corban by the head. Corban prayed that his death would be swift. His snapped neck fulfilled his dying wish.

21st – Lania Dellis, 16, District 8 Female:

From the beginning, Lania had always been neglected. Her Mother had never cared for her, and her Father had always been too busy to check up on her regularly. The bloodbath had been a whirlwind of heaving chests and shrill screams so far, and Lania had to escape. With Iris and Alexia falling before her, Lania knew that she had to run. She had no other options. Her allies were dead. She was alone. But what Lania didn't know, was that she was already doomed. Turning to run away, she ran into the girl from 2, Alpha, who slashed her throat in seconds. Lania was dead before she hit the ground.

20th – Bouvier Rusk, 14, District Ten Female:

Bouvier went into the arena alone. People annoyed her in general, and the tributes in this year's Hunger Games were no exception. What was the point in making allies if they'd just irritate her every five minutes? Plus, she had to concentrate on herself. Only one could escape the cold clutches of death, and Bo knew that she had to try her best to do just that. As soon as the countdown began, Bo could feel the weight of expectation weighing on her shoulders. There was no way she was going down any time soon. As the Hunger Games began, Bouvier found herself questioning and doubting her plans. After escaping to the edge of a trench, Bouvier slipped, breaking her ankle, and entangling herself in the barbed wire she was trying to get through. Trapped and ensnared, Bouvier could only wait for her death, which soon came in the form of Eevie Rettle.

19th – Nyla Artone, 12, District 9 Female:

As the bloodbath raged on around her, Nyla knew that she wasn't going to stand for anything. As usual, the fiery young tribute run up to grab some supplies, and lo and behold, she bumped into the boy from 5, Cress. Cress pinned Nyla down and stabbed her in the eye with his knife. All in all, Nyla's death was fairly simple. She felt the squishy mud cushioning her head as her brain shut down and blood flowed from her eye socket. Never would she see her twin, Amy, nor would she see her Father or Delilah again. But what more was there to life than working in the fields anyway? As her vision blurred, and she slipped away, Nyla could only wish that things had been different.

18th – Milo Farrell, 16, District 9 Male:

Milo was never one to show any emotion. He was just your typical District 9 guy. That was on the outside. On the inside, Milo had a lot more feelings. Infuriated at the Capitol for putting him into the Games, and fearful over what could happen to him in this arena, Milo wasn't sure of much. He knew that he needed to meet Cress and Vendetta outside of the bloodbath, but what came after that wasn't on his mind. For the most part, his flight from the bloodbath was without worry. Cress and Vendetta weren't too far away. They were waiting for him at the edge of the battlefield. Milo was a little too slow. Jerard from 11, slammed the butt of his sword into the boys temple, and Milo went down. The impact was so hard, that Milo didn't feel a thing. His death was mercifully quick.

Day 2:

After the events of the bloodbath, most of the tributes fled to the trenches that zigzagged across the landscape. For the time being, the careers decided to stay put at the cornucopia. They knew that they were at a disadvantage this year, with only four in the pack, but that didn't worry them. The only thing that did, was their lack of cover. They quickly got bored. Eventually, they split up in pairs; Myra pairing with Alpha, and Renata with Kolt. Myra and Alpha were the first to venture out into the trenches before them.

17th – Warrick Reef, 18, District 4 Male:

Warrick had been wandering around these trenches for hours. After a while, all of them had become the same; high muddy walls, with greyish water and wooden boards to walk on. Warrick could officially say that he was lost. Despite being in his gang and coping with the loss of his father, Warrick had to admit that he was never ready for this. With his whole being constantly on the edge, doing anything at all was exhausting. Foolishly, Warrick wasn't paying attention to the faint splashes coming from behind him. Hands gripped his shoulders and threw him to the floor. Myra from 4 glared down at him, her eyes filled with glee. Warrick had pissed her off from the moment he stepped on that train. Now was her chance to get him out of her way. Myra raised her foot and pushed it down on Warrick's throat, crushing his windpipe. The cannon followed soon after.

Day 3:

The careers were a little more confident after yesterday's kill. Obviously, there were still a lot of tributes to find, but they would find them one by one. Leaving Alpha behind, Renata, Kolt, and Myra combed the arena, searching for tributes.

16th – Dalios Foster, 12, District Twelve Male:

Dalios and Rydel had done well so far, living off their supplies and moving around regularly to avoid detection. Unfortunately, their movements did not go unnoticed. Ranata, Kolt and Myra rounded the bend of the trenches, spotting the two young tributes. Dalios greeted the trio with his usual and polite tone, his words spinning lies. He waited for them to lower their guard ever so slightly, before gesturing to Rydel. They both fled. From there it was a chase, a hunt with predator and prey. Rydel led the way, hoping that Dalios could keep up with her. He couldn't. He called out to his ally, but Rydel already knew it was too late for him. She knew that she had to carry on to avoid the same fate. Myra put her spear in Dalios' back, and soon after, the cannon fired.

After Dalios' cannon, the arena became quiet again. Velion dwelled on the fact that he'd miraculously escaped the bloodbath. He was grateful to Maddox for carrying him away from all of the madness. Maddox stayed by Velion's side, guarding him. Somehow, Maddox knew that Velion couldn't win this. But Velion was his friend, and he had an obligation of loyalty to him. And so, he stayed.

Cress and Vendetta talked about life in their respective Districts, trying to get their minds off Milo's demise. Both of them agreed to help each other get to the end, whatever it took. With Cress' mind, and Vendetta's fire, the duo were sure that they had a chance.

15th – Alpha Arcain, 18, District Two Female:

Back at the cornucopia, Alpha waited patiently for her allies to return. She'd recently heard another cannon, and she assumed that this had been the work of Kolt, Renata and Myra. Alpha kept her face in her usual regal expression, but on the inside, she was filled with glee. Another one was dead. It was another step to going home. If she won, she'd be welcomed and accepted by her family for being a victor. Suddenly, Alpha realised that there was something wrong. There was something that felt…off. Alpha shivered slightly, a sudden gust of wind giving her goosebumps. Eerie mist had rolled in across the plains of the battlefield. Alpha turned, hearing a whinny of a horse from behind her. She gripped her spear tightly, turning around to see the spectacle in front of her. She barely got time to catch a glimpse of her attacker before the sword impaled her heart. As she felt her body slide slowly off of the sword, Alpha went into shock. A man…on a horse…with a sword? Who, or what exactly had killed her? That, she would never know, because once her body reached the ground, her whole world went black.

Day 4:

After Alpha's death the day before, Kolt, Renata and Myra became more cautious. Leaving the cornucopia unguarded wasn't an option, but not hunting any tributes wouldn't be the wisest of decisions either. Renata suggested the possibility of one career hiding in a nearby mass grave to watch over the cornucopia, and while Myra and Kolt weren't completely keen on the idea, they both agreed that it was one of the only ways they could protect the cornucopia without being seen.

Myra volunteered to stay behind, bidding farewell to her allies and jumping down into the mass grave. Within minutes, Myra realised with a shock that there were rocks embedded in the muddy soil of the grave. Each rock bore a Name, Age, District, and An Annual Hunger Games. Tributes. These were the gravestones of past tributes that had died. Brushing this off, she searched for Alpha's name in order to prove her theory to be correct…and she soon did.

Renata and Kolt talked a little about their own lives, Kolt talking about training tips, and how he was almost thrown out for his general outlook on life. Renata talked about her training experiences, and how she'd worked hard to be the perfect tribute. On the inside, Renata stayed quiet about her thoughts on how immature Kolt seemed to be. Was he worth having around? Renata wasn't sure, but she knew that it would best to keep him alive in case she needed a decoy.

Maddox and Velion talked quietly amongst themselves about possibly moving somewhere, but they soon abandoned that idea when the girl from 12 found them. Rydel knew that she needed allies, and food. Stumbling across Maddox and Velion, she acted the innocent, and became allies with the duo. Unfortunately, this alliance was not to last.

Kyler, the boy from 1, had always stayed off the radar, and out of the way of the other tributes. He heard people talking, and followed the sound of their voices to its source. Peeking around the bend of the trenches, he spied Maddox, Velion, and Rydel, all grouped together. He knew that he had to take them out. One step closer to going home…right?

14th – Maddox Viatelle, 15, District Ten Male:

As Kyler rounded the corner, Maddox was the first to see him. Calling out a warning to Rydel, he scooped up Velion, and attempted to climb the muddy side of the trench. He didn't notice that Rydel had already fled, leaving himself and Velion to Kyler's spear. Maddox hauled himself and Velion up the side of the muddy trench, tossing his ally over the barbed wire, before trying to get himself through the tangled mess. Maddox and Velion had made their great escape…or had they? Maddox's combat trousers had latched onto some of the barbed wire, and as much as Maddox tried his best to break free, he couldn't. Kyler climbed his way to the top of trench, and looked at Maddox, almost in pity. After a short moment, Kyler stabbed Maddox through the chest. Maddox's last thoughts were of regret. His Mother had died to save him from that disease, but he'd died anyway. Maybe it was meant to be. Maybe he had always been destined to die.

13th – Velion Caden, 15, District Eight Male:

As the spear impaled Maddox, Velion knew that he was done for. Nonetheless, the career after him would have to brave that barbed wire in order to reach him. Despite not having any legs to walk, Velion still had a chance of escaping if he used his arms to drag himself away from Kyler. Panting from exhaustion, Velion did what he'd always done best. He worked quietly at what he was doing, dragging himself across the mud with what little hope and determination he had left. It was a gruelling process, dragging himself across the open space above the trenches, and it all seemed like he'd done far too much work to move himself a few metres. For Velion, it was over pretty quickly. Kyler got over the barbed wire in less than a minute, and soon after, Velion found the career standing over him. All it took was a single movement, and the spear entered his heart.

Two cannons fired, and Eevie looked up at the sky. Half of the tributes had died, and somehow, she was still alive. She was impressed that she'd been able to make it this far, but she pinned it down to her intelligence. Without her quick thinking and logical decisions, she'd probably be dead by now.

Jerard let out a soft sigh. Another two dead…leaving only 12 left. He was halfway there to going home. His foot twitched slightly. Jerard looked down at it. It had been very itchy recently, and for reasons he was unsure of. He had little supplies to deal with it now, and so, he'd have to deal with it later. Jerard mused over his actions in the bloodbath, feeling guilty over taking someone's life.

12th – Rydel Dimandis, 13, District Twelve Female:

Rydel fled. She ran as fast as she could. She'd run away from two alliances now. First, she'd left Dalios to die, and now she'd done the same with Maddox and Velion. Was this going to be her Games? Was this all she had to do to avoid death? As Rydel finally stopped running, she soon wished she'd kept on going. Shortly after she'd stopped, two careers rounded the corner. Renata and Kolt spotted the small tribute, the elusive girl from 12. Renata knew that Rydel couldn't escape, and she was confident in her kill. She lunged at the girl, her spear impaling the girl's throat. Ripping out the spear, Renata and Kolt moved on, leaving the girl to die. For Rydel, sitting there was painful, especially when she was bleeding out. Nobody would care though. Nobody had ever cared, and she should have remembered that nobody ever would. Maybe she shouldn't have ran. At least then, she knew that someone might have cared for her.

Renata and Kolt met up with Myra again at the cornucopia, the trio deciding that the mass grave was probably a safer place than next to the cornucopia. Myra talked about the gravestones embedded in the soil, and the careers all reflected briefly on how death seemed to be too easy, and too quick. But that was their way. The career way. They couldn't sit and mess around, they had to go out and hunt tributes. They had to kill.

Day 5:

After so much death, the day was quiet. After thirteen deaths, the careers decided to have a small break. Renata suggested that monitoring their supplies would be a good thing, and so, all three of them braved the battlefield, hoping that Alpha's mysterious killer would not come to find them.

Cress and Vendetta sat and discussed their options. In a couple of days, they knew that they would have no more supplies concerning food and medicine. What would they do? Both of them decided that although risky, it would be best to scout the area around the cornucopia. Maybe if the careers left it unguarded, then they would be able to snatch some supplies. The duo agreed that their plan could be very beneficial, but it was also risky. They would have to be careful when they decided to strike.

11th – Jerard Karnick, 18, District 11 Male:

Jerard had walked for way too long, and eaten way too little. His foot had become progressively itchy, so much so that it was actually hurting him. Worried, Jerard decided to untie his laces and take off his shoe. Jerard had always been afraid of the unknown, and what he saw, was definitely the unknown. He knew what was on his foot, but how to deal with it was much more difficult. Jerard diagnosed his problem as trench foot. He could see the fungus eating into his skin and nestling in the bloodied holes the bacteria had left. Jerard knew he couldn't allow it to spread, because it would probably get worse. So how would he deal with the problem? Maybe if he cut off his lower leg, then it wouldn't spread?

The process of cutting off his own leg was incredibly painful. It took a lot of self-control and determination, and luckily, Jerard had that. His only mistake was that he hadn't considered what to do with his leg afterwards. Half-conscious, Jerard vaguely realised that there was a little too much blood spewing from his leg. And then came the fear. He was bleeding out. It was a slow and horrible death for Jerard; a death filled with fear and a sense of oncoming dread. In the end, Jerard was happy when death claimed him.

Day 6:

Cress and Vendetta had made their plans. Packing up their stuff, they prepared for the future. They walked slowly, at an almost leisurely stroll. Of course, they had no time to lose, and getting to the cornucopia would take a considerable amount of time, let alone scouting for any careers. They would soon need supplies, and this was their only option.

Eevie shivered. The cold was setting in, and she didn't like it. She didn't have much of a shelter, nor did she have many supplies to keep her warm. Eevie was confident, though. Providing that there was a death soon, she'd be fine.

Keiran mused over Alexia's death in the bloodbath. Her death had been satisfying. He remembered grabbing her little head and smashing it against the cornucopia. It felt good to kill, and Keiran wanted more. With only 10 tributes left, Keiran didn't have a lot of options. Keiran was unsure as to whether he'd find anyone. Nonetheless, he knew that if he did, they were in for a nasty shock.

Orphrey had nobody to flirt with. He had nobody to charm. He had nobody to cheat. He was all by himself. In a way, Orphey was fine with that. Humans were liars, and they were cheaters. For Orphrey, the Hunger Games was a microcosm of real life: everyone fought for themselves. The world was a battle of all against all, and Orphrey knew that he still had a good chance of winning it.

Namira smiled to herself as she put the poison into the bottle. She had two bottles, one of them deadly to whoever drank from it, and the other, completely safe. Namira didn't want her dark side to be revealed to anyone, but it was time that she got someone out of her way. Namira decided on one thing: the next tribute she met would die with the poisoned bottle in their hand.

The careers felt the chill in their bones. Myra and Renata discussed ways of keeping them warm, while Kolt childishly hummed to himself. He knew that he was disliked for his attitude both here and at home, but Kolt also knew that the careers needed him. Just because he was "childish", it didn't mean he was useless.

Kyler had made two kills. He shook off the images that flashed in his mind. He had killed those two boys, purely because he had to. His mother needed him more than ever, and he couldn't die here. And so, he had to kill. It was kill or be killed, right? Kyler knew that he'd have to find the other careers at some point. There were still three of them alive, and three against one was suicide. Kyler sat and waited, hoping that he would get a stroke of luck soon.

Day 7:

It was freezing. The Gamemakers had lowered the temper so much that the careers huddled together for warm. This was also evident with Cress and Vendetta, who were watching the careers silently from their hiding spot. Seen as the careers were hanging around the cornucopia, Cress and Vendetta figured that it would be best not to move for the time being. They hoped that it would get warmer soon.

10th – Eevie Rettle, 16, District 7 Female:

Eevie knew that she wasn't in a good position. Her legs were numb, her arms were numb, and she was so cold that she was sure that frostbite might pay her a visit. Eevie had tried to move, but it was almost as if it she was frozen to the ground beneath her. Giving up, Eevie decided to dwell on things to pass the time. She'd come this far, and she knew that she could make it if she tried. She could go and visit the glittering ocean she'd always dreamed of seeing. She could dance in the forests back home and listen to the birds in the trees. She could flip over the pages of the books in her hands, learning more about the world and the stories it told. Eevie wanted to go back home, wishing for the warm embrace of her brother, father, and mother. Maybe her Mother might become more cheerful when she won…Eevie could only hope. Closing her eyes, Eevie fell asleep, dreaming of the blue ocean waves and the green leaves she missed so dearly. What Eevie didn't know, was that she would never wake up.

Day 8:

The time was now. The careers were nowhere to be seen, and the morning mist still hung in the air. Cress and Vendetta had both planned to wake up early and take a few supplies from the cornucopia. They approached carefully, and quietly. About ten metres or so from the cornucopia, there was movement. Cress and Vendetta stopped, only to realise in horror that the careers were coming towards the front of the cornucopia. Even worse, they saw the duo, and gave chase.

9th – Cress Fleeting, 16, District 5 Male:

Cress and Vendetta fled from the careers, with Cress leading the way. Their plan had failed. They were so close, yet so far. They needed those supplies and they'd failed in their mission. Cress quickly began devising other ways of getting supplies as he ran. They had to find a way to survive…they had to! Unfortunately for Cress, he didn't watch where he was going. One minute, he was running, and the next, he was flying through the air. See, Cress hadn't seen the mass grave in front of him, nor did he notice the fact that the sides of this grave were lined with gravestones. Everything was over in a second. It all seemed to go in slow motion; the cool air on his face, his flailing arms, his descent into the grave…that is, until his head met the gravestone with a sharp crack!

8th – Vendetta Maverick, 16, District 5 Female:

Vendetta never took things for granted. Of course, their plan had been good. Risky, but good. Maybe she had taken their plan for granted. Maybe she had taken Cress for granted. Now both of them were gone before her very eyes, and there was little she could do about it. The careers were gaining on her. She could hear their footfalls getting closer. She had to keep going, to try and escape with her life. She could only ask for that much.

Renata, Kolt and Myra had chased Cress and Vendetta. As Cress fell into the grave, a cannon sounded. Myra didn't let this deter her from getting Vendetta. Gripping her spear, she sprinted after the retreating girl, jutting out her spear and impaling her in the back. Vendetta let out a chilling scream, and sank to the floor, dead. A second cannon went off. The mist rose up over the battlefield, and in the distance, hooves could be heard. Renata and Kolt, a considerable distance away from Myra, were the first to see the figure appearing through the mist from behind them.

7th – Renata Monae, 18, District 1 Female:

Immediately, Renata knew this was a mutt. She urged Kolt onwards, running from the enemy. Myra also saw the enemy and took the hint, running towards one of the trenches for cover. Renata forced herself to run harder than ever before. She'd come this far, and there was no way she was going to fall now. At home, she'd always trained hard for this in order to become a well-rounded individual. Winning the Hunger Games was another part of that. It played a part in making her the woman she wanted to be. She'd told herself that she'd reconnect with her family and friends after she won, and those thoughts only made her try harder. She lagged slightly behind Kolt, bogged down by her thoughts as well as the mud sticking to her feet. In the end, she just wasn't fast enough. The figure swung its sword, and neatly sliced off Renata's head. Renata's head hit the ground, where it landed under the hoof of the figure's horse.

Kolt and Myra escaped the figure, but not before they saw what it was. A man sat on a horse, its skin stretched and hanging off in places. Maggots circled its half eaten eyes, and its body was thin, clearly seen through the sagging uniform it wore. Its uniform was adorned with many rusty medals, including a badge held only by war generals. The figure stayed on its horse for a few seconds, letting the mist gather around the horse's ankles. It appeared that the war general didn't want to come down into the trenches, instead, preferring to stay up on the battlefield. Myra and Kolt were thankful for that, to say in the least. The horse swished its tail once more before turning around and heading back into the mist, carrying its undead rider with it.

Day 9:

Keiran versus Orphrey. Keiran had stumbled across a grave alongside a mound of mud. Orphrey had shown up, and there they were. Two young men, both of them angry at the human race, and both of them longing for a way to punish it. How would this end?

6th – Keiran Volke, 18, District 3 Male:

Orphrey immediately played around, engaging in a battle of words and wit with the sadistic Keiran. However, Keiran was not as patient as Orphrey. He quickly got bored, lunging at the boy. Orphrey nimbly dodged him, grabbing his shoulders, pulling him back, and pushing him into the grave next to them. Keiran hissed in pain, for the fall had broken his leg, but he began to stand up…or at least, he attempted to. Orphrey, however, wasn't keen on that. Using his hands, he started pushing the mound of mud into the grave. There was nothing Keiran could do. He was bogged down by the mud that rained upon him, the weight of it pinning him to the floor of the grave. All he could do was lie there and scream as the weight on his chest got heavier and heavier and heavier…

Day 10:

Kyler had finally found them. Myra Costello, and Kolt Morett. He'd been a lot more positive concerning his odds after Renata had died two days before. Despite the fight being two against one, Kyler wanted to find the careers to try and pick off one of his greatest threats. But he wasn't planning on fighting them head on. He was going to be stealthy about it.

5th – Kolt Morett, 18, District 2 Male:

Myra and Kolt had been walking for a short while now. Even when there were only 5 tributes left, they still had to search for them. Myra and Kolt were taking a small break when Kyler found them. He peered around the corner, throwing knife in hand, courtesy of his previous kills. He aimed, let out a small breath, and threw. Kyler could only hope that his knife would land in Myra's neck. He knew that Kolt would be an easy opponent, so taking out the biggest threat first was imperative.

Kolt had spotted Kyler out of the corner of his eye. He had acknowledged his uselessness over the course of the Games, and he realised that saving Myra from the knife coming her way would make people realise that he wasn't completely incompetent. How did he save her from the knife? Well, he leaned forward.

The knife embedded itself in Kolt's neck. Choking on his blood was the most horrible thing he'd ever experienced. While he writhed around on the ground, he saw Myra chase after Kyler. She came back a minute later, but Kolt couldn't tell if she'd manage to find Kyler or not. All he could do was grip her hand as he slowly died in her arms.

4th – Namira Hemlock, 18, District 11 Female:

When Namira found Orphrey, she wasn't sure what to do. The both of them exchanged small talk, not entirely trusting each other. Namira then remembered her plan. Reaching into her bag, she brought out a water bottle. She offered it to Orphrey as a truce pact, who was suspicious, but sat down with her and talked some more. Namira noticed that Orphrey hadn't drank from the poisoned bottle, and so, she decided to take a drink from her other bottle. After sipping the water, Orphrey then sipped his, not suspecting a thing. Namira then laughed. She laughed at Orphrey, telling him about how she'd poisoned him and tricked him. She told him about how she was oh so terribly sorry…that was, until she realised something.

Orphrey didn't drink from the poisoned bottle.

She did.

Namira could feel it burning her from the inside out. She struggled to sit up, writhing in pain as the poisonous fire consumed her. Foam filled her mouth as she shook violently, her life fading before her very eyes. She'd killed a Peacekeeper with her poison. She never thought that she'd go out the same way.

All Orphrey could do was sit there in shock.

Day 11: The Finale.

There were only three left.

Kyler had a Mother to get back to…one that he cared about deeply. He'd come so far, as an outcast from the careers. They had searched for him, but they never did find him. Not until now. Kyler never got into the training centre back in District 1, but who needed one when you could train on your own? Kyler got this far, and he didn't receive any "professional training". His Mother was his drive, as his need to win was strong. He would do this. He had to. He could kill. Maddox and Velion's had proved that much.

Myra knew what life had been like for a daughter who had it all. She had always been seen to be above the rest, but she had broken the rules. Their rules. She got pregnant, had her baby, and lost it almost immediately. Dorian was going to pay. Nobody would ever steal her child again. Myra thought back over the long list of people she'd killed. Her kill count was easily the highest in this arena, but she'd kill whoever got in her way of going back home to her child. She was getting out of this arena, and nobody would stand in her way.

Orphrey loved his silver tongued ways, and he knew full well that he'd be using them constantly. He had to use them. They were the key to his survival; the very reason he was still here now. He'd tricked Keiran and buried him alive. He'd been wary about Namira, but he'd luckily survived her poison trick. Orphrey had come to the conclusion that everyone only cared about themselves. There was a small fraction of doubt in his mind, a thought…that maybe there would be someone in these Games who genuinely cared about another person. He was wrong. But he was human too. So, he was going to act like them. Selfish, and uncaring.

3rd – Orphrey Tarrell, 18, District 6 Male:

The three remaining tributes dashed back to the cornucopia for the final battle to begin. Kyler was the first one there, already prepared to finish this fight. Orphrey came next. Orphrey had a lengthy conversation with Kyler, trying to persuade him to wait around and kill the larger threat. However, this was Orphrey's mistake. He seemed a little too persuasive to Kyler, and therefore, Kyler played along to his little game, not believing a word of it.

In the end, there's was nothing Orphrey could do to change his fate. Kyler ripped open Orphrey's chest, leaving him to die a slow and painful death. Myra arrived just as the cannon sounded.

The fight between the last two tributes is always an exciting one to watch. It's always filled with action, tension, and excitement. For Kyler and Myra, however, their thoughts were fairly simple. One would live, and one would die. They'd come to their final milestone. Both of them wanted to win. A Mother fighting against a son. Who would prevail?

2nd – Kyler Gallenge, 18, District 1 Male:

Kyler was reckless. The first thing you learn in career training is how to stay in control of your emotions. Myra knew how to do that. Unfortunately, Kyler didn't. A few well aimed taunts at his Mother burst from Myra's lips, and that was all it took to drive Kyler off the edge. The fight was quick, simply because Kyler's movements were sloppy. He was too angry to focus properly on his technique, whereas Myra was a lot more calm and collected. Myra disarmed him, and so he forcefully disarmed her. Punches and kicks were thrown on both sides, but finally, Myra managed to get the upper hand. Using her thumbs, she gouged out Kyler's eyes, giving her a chance to reach over and grab her sword. She delivered the fatal blow, and it was finally over.

Victor – Myra Costello, 18, District 4 Female:

As much as it's cliché, sometimes, people make mistakes.

Myra made one mistake, and lost everything as a result. That wasn't fair. All she did was mess up one time, and her life went down the drain. As soon as she went in, Myra often wondered if she'd ever come back out. But she didn't die in that arena, she survived. She fought to get back to the one thing that mattered.

Her child.

Nobody could take away her baby. Nobody would stand in her way. If they did, they would die. They'd feel the blade against their neck, and their own blood against their skin. She'd killed before, and she'd kill again. All for one thing.

Colette.

SABF was fantastic. i loved my tributes, i love my submitters and i loved the concept...but I can't stand THG anymore. so i'm sorry i had to end it this way, but it's better than lack of closure. goodbye, SABF and goodbye Hunger Games. :) it was fun while it lasted.