A/N: Hey guys! I had some time, so I was able to make a quick update! A lot of tributes die in this chapter, but I think their deaths are gruesome enough you guys will enjoy it!

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Hallie Reese POV

We're in the final eight and I know the CAB will be happening anytime soon. I keep my spear with me at all times, and I watch Nawfar and Gladdie constantly. We suffered a loss last night when Juliet threw a sickle into her neck.

Luckily, Nawfar managed to slash Juliet's arm. We staggered back to camp bloody, wounded, and tired. That night we say three faces in the sky: Peach, Annabelle, and Alina. After a long nights sleep I think we might be ready to go hunting again. I turn to Nawfar.

"How deep was the cut on Juliet's arm? If it was deep, I say we go after them before it has time to heal."

Nawfar shakes her head. "I don't know. It was too dark to see."

Gladdie pokes his head out from his tent. "I think we should stay away from the Winter Island. I don't know if the tributes left, but if all of them are still there they would overpower us."

Gladdie is so naïve. I'm not sure he has any sponsors, just because he is too afraid of killing. With a sickly sweet smile I slide over to his tent, my spear still in my hand. I don't think he realizes what I'm about to do, but Nawfar casually reaches for a spear. I stop in my tracks. I've never seen that spear before. The only reason I was about initiate the CAB was because I thought Nawfar only had her knife.

It's too last to stop now, so I walk over to Gladdie. "You know Gladdie, you might be right. We wouldn't want to get ourselves killed, now would we?" I smile my creepiest smile, and Gladdie finally realizes what is about to happen. The smile drops off his face and he scrambles backward into his tent on all fours, like some sort of crab.

"I'm not scared. Really, I can help you!"

I am unaffected by his cries for mercy. "Aren't you a little young to be a Hunger Games victor?"

His hand is desperately stretched behind him, looking for the spear I will never let him reach. "Good luck Gladdie. Good luck in hell." With a quick grunt I thrust my spear into his stomach. His legs and arms give out, and he falls to the ground, shaking.

"The train ride," he manages to choke out. "I thought… I thought we were… friends."

I laugh, and grab the shaft of the spear, pulling it out of his writhing body with ease. He screams in pain as more and more blood begins to pool from his body. I turn away from him. He is already dead. Now I have to worry about Nawfar.

I look around the camp, but I don't see her. In fact, I don't see much of anything! A huge pile of food is gone, along with everybody's water bottle and my pack. I check my tent to find my sleeping bag gone as well. While I was killing Gladdie, Nawfar must have taken most of the valuable items from our camp and run off with them!

I need to find her. Looking around, I see a small pair of footprints leading to the Summer Island. I grab the only food I see: A small packet of dried pears, and run off towards the bridge.

When I reach the island I kick off my shoes; they were only sinking into the sand and making me move slower. After all, once I find and kill Nawfar I can take her shoes. Strangely enough, once I reach the jungle the tracks stop, as if wiped away by some invisible force.

I am on high alert, expecting Nawfar to come leaping down from a palm tree at any second. A cannon blast causes me to jump, almost hitting myself in the head with my own spear. That must have been Gladdie finally letting go.

I hear a rustle in the leaves above me and I throw my spear at it. A form comes crashing down at my feet, but no cannon sounds. I take a closer look, and realize my grave mistake. What I thought was Nawfar was really a nest of Trackerjackers. I am very lucky the nest didn't break on impact, but I need to get as far away from it as possible. Nawfar could have heard the nest fall, and could be tracking me right now.

Too late, I hear the rustle in the underbrush a few yards away. Nawfar steps out, knowing that I have no weapon. In her hand is a rock, about the size of a fist. She grins. "Checkmate Hallie."

I snarl at her. "You can bite my perfect, muscular ass. What can you do with that rock? You're too far away. If you throw it at me I'll just dodge it."

She smirks. "Exactly." She lobs the rock at me in a slow arc. If I wanted to, I could catch it, but I decide to prove a point. I sidestep it easily and watch it sail past me. I turn to Nawfar, ready to rub it in, but she is smiling. "And Boom goes the dynamite"

An angry buzzing behind me alerts me to her plan. Looking, I see the rock lying in center of the cracked nest. It is surrounded by hundreds of furious, buzzing Trackerjackers. Nawfar has disappeared into the jungle, and the Trackerjackers have labeled me as their enemy. I must get to the ocean before they get to me.

I feel the first sting at the tree line and I experience several more within the next few feet. Finally, I reach the ocean, but when I jump in, I land instead on the jungle ground. I look up and see Sienna jumping from the tree, and I hear the shattering of her spine.

I yell, trying to go save my little sister. She jumps again from a different tree, but explodes before she can hit the ground. A little piece of her lands on my shoulder, and I shriek. It grows into my father, who yells, "I told you that you couldn't win! See what you've done?! We have no more money! You've killed us all!"

Father grows wings, and flies into the ocean, which turns a boiling black. A large, black wave rises up and moves towards me. It dissolves into Annie-Brook, the girl I killed in the bloodbath. She opens her mouth and starts sucking in air. I slide into it, and I am swallowed.

A figure steps out from the shadows and calls out, "Does anybody have some pecan sandies?"

My body swells and I bust open with the sound of a canon blast.

Stephanie Turow POV

I left the Winter Island last night right after the massacre. By now I feel like I am numb to death. It has followed me everywhere, from Malone, to Freddy, and now, last night. I'm back where I was before: the Spring Island, except this time I have water.

The sound of trumpets blares over the arena. Claudius Templesmith, the newest Announcer, begins talking. "Attention Tributes! I am inviting you to a feast!"

I scoff. I have everything I need.

"Now I know that all of you have everything you need, but this feast will not be supplying food or water. Instead, it will be supplying life. On each island there is a hidden medallion, with the Capital's crest. Every one of you is separated into four groups, and each group is on separate islands. You have twenty-four hours to find the medallion and bring it to the Cornucopia. If you are able to do so, the tribute you most want will be returned to you. From all of us here at the Capital, Namaste, and… Good luck!"

My mind is in a whirlwind. If I can find this medallion, I will be able to see Malone again. Immediately, I begin scouring the grass and the trees, hoping desperately to see a glint of metal. Nothing.

Sabrina Ammon POV

My long, blue fingernails click on the keyboard as I manipulate the medallions into position and drop them into the arena.

"There," I say to my co-workers. "I have hidden them in the one place none of them will want to go."

Tax, an intern, stares in awe at the monitor. "You're brilliant, Sabrina."

"You bet your Capital I am. There's a reason I'm head Gamemaker and you're just an intern. Now get back to work!"

Nawfar Marella POV

Things are great for me. I am the last Career standing, and there is a feast tomorrow. I have no interest in bringing tributes back into the Arena, but I am certainly interested in taking them out. I wander around the Summer Island, looking for the medallion.

This is the first time I've been here, and I don't really know the layout, so I start in the places I've been. I walk back to the bridge that leads to the Main Island, and retrace my steps. I see where I ran, and where Hallie chased me.

When I reach the boulder where I stashed my supplies, I sling the pack over my shoulder and keep going. I reach the shrub where I hid, but I don't see the medallion. I don't really want to go near the Trackerjacker nest, in case there are still any there, but it is the only other place I know on this island.

Thankfully, I see the glint of the medallion hidden among the papery scraps of the destroyed nest. There are no visible Trackerjackers, so I take the medallion and place it in my pack.

Wandering back to the bridge leading to the Center Island I sit and wait for the festivities to begin.

Stephanie Turow POV

I have to look. It's the only place I haven't been on this whole island: the water. I am petrified of it, ever since it ate a hole through my tongue.

I walk along the riverbank, searching for the metal. After a few yards I see it, wedged between two rocks at the bottom. Should I really do this? After all, I'm risking my own skin for Malone.
I know I have to. Malone was the only person who tried to be nice to me, and I owe it to him.

Taking a deep breath, and making sure I don't open my mouth, I plunge into the river in search of the medallion. Instantly, I convulse the water eating holes throughout every part of my body. I know there is no recovery from this. Why would the Capital put the medallion in a place that couldn't be reached?

Suddenly, I realize the mind game they have played on me. I knew they were evil, so they made me think they would put the medallion in the most evil place ever. With my last breath I flip over. Sure enough, the medallion is placed in the tree above me, its shiny surface reflecting off the water below.

My blood bubbles around me, and I see Malone. I smile as much as I can with my lips peeling from my teeth. A few second later I am a skeleton floating in a river in the arena, but I feel myself walking away from it all, with Malone by my side.

BOOM!

Raff Cronin POV

It was very easy to find my medallion. It was lying in the snow at the spot where I pushed Oscar to the ground. I didn't see what happened, but I am sure that Because I hindered Oscar, the girl, Annabelle, was killed.

it took everything I had to go back to that spot, and see the ground stained with the blood from last night. All I have to do now is get to the Cornucopia by tomorrow.

I can't wait to see Max.

Juliet O'Hare POV

As soon as we heard the announcement, Oscar stood up. "We have to find the medallion! We have a chance to get back…" He trails off, and I know why.

We have lost two beloved members of our alliance: Annabelle and Jasmine. I don't know which one I would rather have back, so I don't know which one we would get back. I have to step up and be the leader, otherwise we will start arguing about which fallen ally is more important.

"All right you two. We have to find the medallion. It doesn't matter which one is brought back, because we care deeply about both of them. Oscar—you should search the ground. Cooper—you're the best at climbing, so you will look in the trees. I will climb a tree and keep watch."

Ever since Jasmine and Annabelle's death we have decided never to go back to our canopy. It is too haunted with their memories, and I don't think any of us could take the emotional pain.

While Cooper and Oscar look for the medallion, I think about why the Capital is doing this. They aren't merciful or nice, so there must be some sort of price for us, the living tributes. Maybe they hid them near mutts? Or maybe they were lying, and everybody came over to the Fall Island like we did.

If we search, we might just bump into a Career. After all, we heard three cannon shots this morning. The three remaining Careers could be on the hunt. I almost call Cooper and Oscar back, but I stop myself. I'm just being paranoid. The Capital has never lied about a feast before, and why should now be any different? They must have some other motive: mental trauma.

As soon as I think that, I realize exactly where our medallion is. I swiftly climb down the tree and run to where Oscar is. "Oscar! Where is Cooper? I think I know where our medallion is!"

"Um… I'm not sure. He went that way but I never saw him actually climb a tree."

Suddenly terrified, I sprint in the direction Oscar pointed, yelling softly, "Stay right here," as I leave. After Cooper and I had that conversation last night I have felt our relationship strengthen. Not like Ian and me, but just like brotherly and sisterly love. It's special!

The only thing that consoles me is the lack of cannon blast. I whip through the trees, vines and leaves slapping at my face. I'm concentrating so hard on not stepping on roots, I slam right into Cooper. He falls backwards, and I fall on top of him.

He looks at me in surprise. "I thought you said you were going to keep watch."

I lightly shove his shoulder. "I thought you would have the common sense to stay close."

He laughs. "Clearly we can't have high expectations for either of us."

I laugh as well, and we stand up, dusting dirt and leaves off our clothes. "I guess we should get back," I say. We don't want Oscar to get worried."

Cooper grins at the ground. "I know one reason we can stay here."

"What?"

"This." Cooper leans over, and, before I know what's going on, he kisses me.

I stumble back, breaking the kiss. "Cooper… I can't. I love you like a brother, but I have a boyfriend at home. I love him and I'm faithful to him. I'm really sorry."

Cooper starts to tear up. "I'm really sorry Juliet. I don't know what I was thinking. I promise—it won't happen again."

As much as it hurts, I know what I have to do. "No, Cooper… it won't happen again. I'm really sorry, but I can't stay in an alliance with you. It's just not fair to Ian. I'm going to go. I'm sorry Cooper."

I walk away slowly.

"Wait!" Cooper comes running up to me and I turn, half wanting him to give me a good reason to stay. He doesn't disappoint. "What about the medallion. It would mess everything up."

"All right. I'll stay for the medallion. You just have to promise me that nothing will happen and that the kiss meant nothing."

He stares at me. "I can promise that nothing will happen again, but I can't say that the kiss meant nothing. Juliet… I really like you! I understand that you don't like me back, but I need you to know I like you."

"You can feel whatever you want. You just have to keep your promise."

"I will."

I walk back to Oscar silently, a little ahead of Cooper. "Come on," I tell Oscar.

I lead them to our old shelter and I climb the ladder. Nestled in Annabelle's old medical kit is the shining golden medallion. "Horary," I say in monotone. "We found it. Early tomorrow we should go to the Cornucopia and find a spot before everyone else gets there."

Later that night we all lay in separate sleeping bags. I know I won't sleep. I lean up against the tree trunk and sigh. Cooper sits up too. "Once again, we are the two people awake."

I don't answer him.

"O'Hare… I know you're awake. I just wanted to tell you that I was wrong, it meant nothing. I'm really sorry. I guess I was just caught up in the moment."

I roll my head along the trunk until I'm facing him. "Thank you, Cooper. You're a really good friend, and I don't want to hurt that or my relationship with Ian."

"I understand."

Finally, with all my relationship trouble fixed, I tighten my grip on the medallion and fall asleep quickly.

Cooper Bale POV

It meant something.

A/N: OOOOO people have a chance to come back! Who do you want to come back?

RIP Gladdie, Hallie, and Stephanie. I liked all three of those tributes, so I hope their deaths were exciting enough.

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