People wondered how many tributes were left, and here's your answer. 11 dead, so 25 left in the arena. That's not enough, so it's going to be fixed very soon.

Artemis

We were both freezing. Cyra and I. We shivered and shook and huddled together. We did get some food but didn't really fill ourselves with it. It wasn't enough. Cyra and I figured out 11 people were already dead.

We weren't any closer to getting out of this snowy hell.

I itched for something to do. I had begged a story out of Cyra to find myself horrified at the tale. Her sister had stood up to the authorities and was shot. She was taken away and thought to be dead. Cyra's sister was Atara. Atara was Jinx's best friend and Jinx didn't save her from the gunfire.

But Atara wasn't dead. She became an Avox.

I tried to tell Cyra that it wasn't even Jinx's fault, but the deep-seeded hate in the younger girl wouldn't be removed.

The blood continued to ooze from my ankle every time it moved. Even though I wanted to, I knew I wouldn't get out. Cyra was my only ally and I was slowly freezing and bleeding to death. My blue hair was tangled beyond my repair and I could feel my ribs poking through my undershirt.

I felt so weak. So horrible. My blood was ice and was nerves were frozen over. My stomach was eating itself and the snow kept changing colors. Cyra hand ran steadily up and down my face carefully and thoughtfully. She was on autopilot trying to comfort me.

Someone was coming toward us. My instincts told me to run, to flee this place because I had no way to fight. But I had no way to flee either. I couldn't move. All I could do was sit and wait to die. Cyra managed to stir a little bit, to almost stand up and shakily brush off the snow from her pants.

She looked so pitiful that I wished I could stand and help her. But I couldn't stand. I couldn't stand and I felt so useless. Cyra, who was so bold and stubborn when I met her, was reduced to a bag of bones who clung uselessly to life.

The person who reached us was 16 with dark brown hair and a smile that belonged on the face of the Devil. But when she caught the sunken blue eyes of Cyra the Devil's Smile collapsed. It was Jinx, who still thought she killed Atara.

But she wasn't going to be merciful.

Jinx spun a knife and shut her eyes tightly. And the knife flew. It hit Cyra, the 10 year old girl who managed to stand in this moment. Squarely in the chest. Mentally, I cried for her. I was sobbing and screaming. I couldn't do that outwardly though. When I heard Cyra's cannon and felt the vibrations, my face did nothing but stare at the blood flowing from her heart, so much like my ankle.

I turned to Jinx and locked my gaze into her dark green one. She looked healthier and more prepared than I was, but I still had to tell her something.

At first, it was only a hoarse whisper that passed my lips. Jinx didn't respond so I said it again.

"Atara is an Avox. You didn't kill her." Jinx thought I was lying to her, I was sure. Because her nostrils flamed and her glare hardened. I weakly noticed a flash of silver, a pressure in my chest, and then nothing.

Dawson

Snow was too quiet. I was quiet, but Snow was too quiet. So I stopped trying to talk to him. Whatever.

Jinx got back from hunting after two cannons. Her knives were coated with blood and she started to clean them in the snow.

"Nike's gone. Now what?" Belladonna asked quietly. Elijah snorted.

"We keep going. Are you gonna quit just because one of us were stupid?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, and so did Jinx and Krista. Snow and Belladonna looked slightly offended though, and Kronik looked just as bored as usual.

"He was stupid anyway. He wasn't even cute," Krista babbled in a tone that said she should be chewing gum and wearing pink. "I think we're better off without him."

"I think we're better off without you." Kronik mocked. Krista looked offended and I giggled. What? It was funny.

"Hey Krista," Belladonna said getting close to her. "I think we're kicking you out of the alliance. Okay? We're not allied with you."

"Why?" Krista whined like a little kid. Jinx got into her face now.

"You're annoying, and you're not useful in any way."

Elijah decided to step up too. "You insult us and you haven't even gotten a kill yet."

Kronik grinned and joined them. "None of us like having you here." Belladonna smiled then, looking at the others for reassurance. When they all nodded she pulled Krista's sword away from her. Once again, she looked around for confirmation.

Then the Raven put the sword through Krista. It was horrifying. Utterly terrible and repulsive. Blood practically squirted out of her. Her mouth was opened into an 'O' and her eyes were wide with betrayal and shock. The cannon shook the ground almost immediately.

Elijah turned to me and tossed a knife without even caring. It hit me. Of course it hit me. Elijah was an excellent shot.

The knife hit me in the stomach. It was lodged deeply and I had maybe a minute. A minute to think.

It's hard to think when you're panicking and dying and bleeding everywhere. When the only person your age around your age where you're dying turns away from the disgusting mess you've become. When your killer smiles and says, "We didn't need him anymore with her gone." When the happiest of thes group, the youngest of the teenagers, looks sad. When the most ferocious one is glaring at another corpse. When a Raven leans over you and slices at your neck to end your suffering before it can get too bad.

Boom.

Colton

Allyson was broken. Utterly broken.

She came back to our base sobbing. She practically clung to me, her tears soaking my shoulder. Even when I tried to pull her away and ask what was wrong she didn't get off. Her hair was a lot shorter, with a much rougher cut to it.

It was starting to get uncomfortable when Will walked up behind me, jumped onto my back, and then put a hand on Allyson's shoulder. Allyson looked up and her bloodshot blue eyes met Will's large ones.

That's when she could calm down and explain that she had killed Nike. Will kept a hand on her and his eyes trained on her. Instead of talking like he normally would, he didn't say anything.

Allyson had left me fix her hair and make the edge straighter. Then Will took it and braided it back tightly to get it out of her face. She let us take care of her. She was broken.

The Sun was up but she fell asleep. Will sighed and curled up next to her, falling asleep with her. It was cute. They looked like brother and sister with their blond hair and pale complexions. I didn't fit, but that didn't matter.

I sat next to them and guarded looking at the blood that coated our knife. Hours passed and the sky's single shade darkened very slowly. It reminded me of Ardis, when she would sit next to me at night and we would talk and watch the stars pass. No stars here. No clouds either.

Ardis was amazing. She was determined and strong. My token was the necklace I gave her with a charm shaped like a flame to represent her fire. She wanted me to know I had that fire too. But she had so much more.

I heard whimpers, and I found their source quickly. The girl curled up on the bouncy ground was crying in her sleep. Whines escaped her lips and her eyes were shut too tightly for comfort.

I sighed just like Will had done before he fell asleep. Then leaned down and looked into Allyson's face. There was a sheen of sweat on her face and she looked like she was in pain. It hurt me to see her like that. She never wanted to hurt anyone.

Very carefully, I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. I stuck out my hand and swept away a tear off of her cheek. Allyson sighed and her face settled into something more relaxed.

I brushed my fingers though Will's hair and then stood back up. I grasped the flame pendant and looked up into the blank sky. I wanted to go home, but not if I couldn't bring Allyson and Will with me.

Ribbon

It started to rain in the weird jungle I found myself in. The rain sizzled when it hit my skin. It didn't leave a mark, but it was very warm. I didn't like it, and I felt discomfort slowly eat away at my conscience.

Something clouded my thoughts and I froze for a minute. Then I decided to go out and find someone to kill. I needed more kills. I needed to see the blood.

So I began walking, looking carefully at the trees. If anyone was in them, they wouldn't be for long. I grinned at the thought. The too-warm rain still battered my arms and back through the ripped shirt and made me even more determined to find someone. To hear a cannon ring because of my actions.

My purple hair was wet and annoying, getting in my eyes. So I took the knife in my hand and cut a few inches off. Now it just brushed my shoulder and wasn't any less annoying, but cutting it made me feel a little bit better.

Of course it wasn't enough. There was no blood. Yet.

Someone was laughing. I heard incessant talking. It was a boy, and he was slowly coming closer to me.

"Bye!" He shouted and he was in my line of sight. His hair was long and tied into a braid, and he must have been a year or two younger than me. Whoever he was, he looked very childish and bright.

I couldn't wait to see blood run down his skin.

He turned and his brown eyes met my blue ones. I could feel a smile stretch across my face as a sank my knife into his throat. He barely had time to scream.

A girl yelled, "Tempo?" And a younger boy quickly yelled the same. Maybe I could get them too.

But I realized that was wishing too far when I saw that the girl, some person who died last games cousin, was armed. So I ran. I was forced to jump over snares and traps that appeared to be made of rubber.

I jumped and ran and eventually I heard sob and no one was chasing me anymore. Slowly, the smile slipped from my face as the rain retreated. It was pitch black in the arena by that time.

My thoughts took a quick turn. What had I done? I had just killed another person in a horrible fit. I hadn't eaten in days and that did not help the Alex persona.

His name was Tempo, and he was a person. With thoughts and dreams and hopes.

I turned my attention to the scars on my wrists and arms and began to dig my nails into them, wondering who I'd become.

There was the very death filled chapter.

Deaths this chapter-

Cyra

Artemis

Krista

Dawson

Tempo

Also, I got my first flame! Celebration! To Jester, who I almost guarantee isn't reading this, I used the fire of your flame to make smores. And they were delicious.

I wanted a very deathly chapter. After 5 deaths in one chapter, the 4th day ends with 16 dead and 20 still alive. So…what are your opinions on all the dying? On who did the killing?

I would like to know how I could improve and what I'm doing well. At this point in my writing I want to get better and better.