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BRITNEY COLEMAN, D2, 17

It's been nine days in the Arena. Seven of us are left. Only seven... I'm that much closer to winning.

On the seventh day, Jim, Dylan, Devin and I decided temporarily to split up. This way, we can hunt people down on our own, and maybe we can end this more quickly. So, each of us armed with a large backpack and our weapons, we set off in different directions, promising to meet back at Cornucopia at the top of the mountain after four days. Jim has a mace and his sword, Dylan has a bow and arrow, Devin has a spear and a knife, and I have my axe and the rest of the knives. We each have a large amount of food in our packs.

So, since we've split, I've heard three cannons. The girls from 3 and 8 and the boy from 11. I wonder who got them. I've been walking and walking for nearly two days already, and I haven't found anyone. It's really frustrating— I know that there are tributes out there, I just can't seem to find them. I've decided to sleep during the day and hunt at night. This way, I can catch them off guard if I DO find someone.

So, at the dusk of the ninth night in the Arena, I wake up and set off. I'm walking and walking, my boots crunching in the snow. Finally, I hear a noise. It's a slow breathing. Slow, but rather loud. I grin and creep closer, hiding in the shadows of the trees. My eyes widen as I spot them— two of them! Brian, the idiot from 4 who turned us down, is fast asleep. Next to him, seemingly awake, is the curly haired girl from 9. I pull out one of my knives and aim for Brian's chest. I make sure that my aim is perfect and that I have another knife ready for the girl afterward, and I throw it with all my might... but it hits his stomach.

Oh, well. I'm still pretty sure it's fatal.

The girl gives a scream as Brian jolts awake, turning pale. I emerge from my hiding spot, but I don't kill her yet... I'll wait until he's gone. "Brian!" she shrieks, pulling my knife out of his stomach.

"Meredith... I... be careful... okay?"

"I will, Brian, don't die!" She glances at his stomach wound, which is pretty big and nasty. He reaches out his hand but it drops again, and she takes it in hers. His eyelids droop, and a cannon fires.

The girl, Meredith, is in tears as the claw picks up Brian's body. She turns to me. "You're just a killer!" she shrieks. "You... all you care about is winning, all the fucking glory you'll get for whatever district you're from, you... you make me sick!"

I just kind of stand there, dumbfounded, by this sudden outburst. Honestly, I think she's just lovesick, but I'll be willing to take whatever she throws at me. That girl will be dead within the hour. "You're saying I'm a killer? Haven't you killed anyone yet?" I expect an immediate "NO!" as I glance down at the spear in her hand, but all I get is silence as her tears stop. I raise an eyebrow. "Oh, Miss Perfect isn't so perfect after all, huh?"

"It was self defense," she says quietly.

"It was murder," I whisper. She glares at me, then glances up at something above us. I follow her gaze to see a shimmering square of... well, I don't really know what it is. But it's floating in midair.

I'm trying to figure out what it is. I know I've seen one of those before, but I don't know when... I hardly notice Meredith inching closer to me. Then, her movement is so sudden. She grabs me by the shoulders and shoves me at the space under the shimmering square. I'm about to laugh when there's a zap and everything goes black.

JIM POVOLO, D1, 17

Two cannons went off last night, and tonight, I watch the sky to see who they are. I'm utterly shocked to find out that one of them is Britney. She was tough— how did she get herself killed? She must have done something really stupid. The other one is Brian from 4. This doesn't surprise me; he abandoned us and so he kind of had it coming to him.

Now, there are only five of us left. Dylan, Devin, two other girls who aren't important, and me. As far as I know, Dylan and Devin are going to be meeting me back at the Cornucopia today, so when I wake up, I grab my backpack and weapons and begin my trek back up the mountain. I'm a pretty good distance from the Cornucopia in the morning, but after I've been walking for a few hours, I realize that we haven't really thought this through. It's the eleventh day of the Games, we're getting a bit exhausted, we've got heavy packs and weapons... and we're climbing uphill. And a rather steep uphill at that. Oh, well. I'm not weak. Dylan and Devin are not weak, either. I keep going.

DEVIN LYTLE, D4, 17

Dylan and I have been sitting at the top of the mountain, at the Cornucopia, for at least four hours now, waiting for Jim. Finally, I stand up, frustrated. "Where is he?" I demand.

Dylan shakes his head. "I don't know, Dev."

"He's not dead!"

"I know!"

"Britney is."

"I know that, too. Let's just wait a little longer."

"Twenty more minutes. Then we're going to look for him."

I sit back down. About thirty minutes later, I jump back up. "Let's go," I say, swinging a backpack over my shoulder. Dylan does the same. We begin walking down the mountain at about the spot where we last saw Jim, four days ago. We're walking for a while in silence; Dylan is armed with his bow and arrow and I am holding my spear. Finally, we hear a rustling behind some bushes nearby.

"Jim?" I ask. I hear a loud screeching noise and Dylan immediately shoots an arrow at it. A cannon fires a few seconds later. I gasp in surprise and high-five Dylan.

"Who do you think it was?" he asks me.

"The girl from 5, I bet," I say gleefully. We step past the bush, but I don't expect what I see...

"That sound came out of Jim?" Dylan asks, eyebrows raised.

"Wow," I mutter, for lack of something better to say. It's then that we notice a bright green snake slithering away, and we realize that that must have been what caused Jim to screech like that. Looking more closely, we see bite marks on his right hand, and Dylan's arrow buried in his head. We're still in utter shock when the hovercraft picks him up.

"Well... Jim's gone..." Dylan says.

"Only four of us are left," I answer.

"D'you think we should split up?" he asks me.

"No, not yet."

"Okay." He shrugs, and we walk back to the Cornucopia.

"So, what do we do now?" Dylan questions.

"Just wait. Those two girls will come to us."

I think I slapped all your Breredith feels in the face. I'm sorry.

Died in this chapter:

District 1: Jim Povolo

District 2: Britney Coleman

District 4: Brian Holden

Still Alive:

District 2: Dylan Saunders

District 4: Devin Lytle

District 5: Lauren Lopez

District 9: Meredith Stepien

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