Disclaimer: I own not the Hunger Games or Suzanne Collins's works but my writing. I don't even really own the plot itself.

A/N: Because I'm morbid XD Ask Sole. Anyway, this is basically a recording of all the deaths, each one has its own little one-shot. And, btw, sorry if someone did this already. And I won't exactly record all their thoughts, cuz I do know that some people have done certain deaths, for sure. Hopefully this won't disappoint you. Enjoy, review!

.I'm tired, I should sleep, and I haven't reread HG for a few months. Don't hate me for suckish chapter XD

Thank you to: Rayne, Moonlight Mockingjay, Dee, Elly, Slapphappy Spazzes, and Megfly for your patience and awesome reviews!

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.Never in Your Favor.

Death Twenty-One: Girl, District Five

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Stealth is everything. It is what I breathe and what I think and what I feel. It is what I must have to survive.

When my name was called from the reaping ball, my heart leaped. But already, I felt some sort of power washing through me, and it was what I needed for the Games. Because after my body went numb it began to teem with a new sort of feeling, like fire all through my veins. And I was ready.

I've gotten through so far, and I'm in the last few people. Just a couple to knock out. Katniss, Peeta, Cato.

Katniss and Peeta will be easy to kill, I know. That boy is so loud I could just sneak up on them both. Take out the girl first because she would be able to defend herself if I went to her boyfriend as my initial act. He is in no condition to help his life if I get to him. I could just steal Katniss's weapon while she sleeps, or something.

It will be easy.

Cato will starve himself out, eventually, anyway. What does he know of the wild? I don't know as much, either, actually, but I'll have District Twelve's leftovers.

I'm watching them now, actually. "Peeta, go collect berries," Katniss orders. I'm not too far off, concealed easily in a bush.

It's a true wonder that they don't see me. All I've done was follow other tributes nearly the entire Games, once I got myself settled. It's so much fun, spying and knowing they can't see me, can't kill me. I'm so much faster than they are, and I'm so much stealthier. Trickier to find, hiding as I always do. I'll soon go into the kill. Just like a fox.

But first I'll need to eat. Peeta begins to hum absentmindedly to himself as he collects berries. They look just like the ones Katniss has been eating for a while. Since she was with Rue.

Peeta sets his little collection of berries on a rock near their cave and wanders off to find Katniss or something, or maybe eat extra food. I don't know, I don't care. I'm starving. I haven't dared to steal their food for a couple days, and plus, it was raining. I was caught in my own cave.

Now I take a small bit of their ball of cheese and a handful of the delicious-looking berries and run. Back to my own hideout.

It's not far from theirs, really: It's close enough to get to them in a hurry, but far enough to conceal me. Not that it would be hard. I don't make much noise or do anything to get myself noticed. I'm not stupid. I'm not Peeta.

Katniss would have been a worthy ally, I think as I pop a small bit of cheese in my mouth. Then I decide, No, because I would have had to kill her. Better to be off on my own.

I finish the cheese and sigh wistfully, my stomach now growling for more. I toss a couple berries into my mouth and chew.

They taste odd. Not a good odd. But…

The word hits me as I collapse to the ground, wondering why I hadn't caught this before, with all my intelligence and stealth. I was just too hungry to see it: Poison.