Disclaimer: I don't own The Hunger Games, but it would be so awesome if I did.
Arena- Day 2:
(Vince, Boy from 4's POV)
The anthem. I dreaded it. I didn't like being a career. It was brutal. Delilah ran off, and Margarita says that she won't be able to come back to the alliance. But Mary said that she may, if she killed another tribute to show that she was worthy. I want to go with Delilah. But I can't. I was getting excited. My three year old came back. When I was three I told my parents that I wanted to be in the Hunger Games and win, just like the victor that year. Ugh... And after 13 years, no one thought that maybe, just maybe, I had changed my mind.
Faces in the sky. Six was the first district to appear. Luke and his district partner. Seven. A tear forms in my eye. Liam. I threw a spear at him. I did it. It hit him in the stomach, and his district partner, Lightning, had the decency to end his pain. She initially killed him, but it was me. Me. If I hadn't thrown, he may have gotten to go back to his home. Jean from eight was also killed. Poor thing. Nine. Both Maggie and the other young boy were killed. Albert, the little know it all. And Chase from 12. The sky was dark again. I fell asleep pretty quickly, even though the concrete was getting cold. I had a thin blanket, and that was good enough. Milo woke me at what I estimated to be four in the morning to keep watch. It was pretty boring. I think all the tributes but us were inside the mall. After a few hours, and the first signs of dawn were showing, I was considering waking the others to go inside the mall. But, I saw a shadow. A shadow of another tribute. I pretended like I dozed off so I could see who it was. Sure enough, the figure came closer. It was Ella Song, the girl from five. She was getting closer to our horn. I think she was going to try to get supplies, but something spooked her and she ran back into the giant building. I decided to follow her. I'm not sure why, but I just did. So I stepped quietly, and entered the building after a few minutes.
I heard voices immediately. I stopped, and listened. "What did you see?"
"The careers. All of them asleep by the horn. One was on guard but dozed off."
"We can raid them? Or ambush them? If they are out of the way everyone could win."
"You aren't thinking straight. It's the careers. They won't be that easy to wipe out."
"They are heavy sleepers. I went there last night and got some crackers.'
"Okay, it's worth a shot."
Worth a shot? I'm about to go back and warn my allies, when a hand covers my mouth and another clamps my nose shut. I pass out.