You may notice that this chapter is only four POV's, well after thinking it through until we reach the last couple of Games chapters the rest will only be four POV's. This is for a number of reasons : 1) It stops me from making too many POV's where I just ramble on and on about stuff that doesn't matter, 2) I get to get this finished quicker because there are still 12 more districts to do and 3) I get to put more actual deaths and exciting stuff into the chapters.

I don't know whether you like this decision or not but I think it's for the best. Not all POV's will be full of death, but at least you won't have to put up with POV's that are full of stuff you don't really need to know about. Or at least not as many.

Anyway one final thing, you may or may not have heard about Fourteen. It's a 24 author collaboration, the sequel to Thirteen. Well an author hasn't been letting us know anything about what is happening with her chapter so we need a new author, if you're interested please PM me and let me know and I will look through everyone that shows interest and make my decision.

Thanks, and enjoy Day Four!:D

Sterling "Mammoth" Milano, 18 years old

The heavy downpour woke him up from his slumber. The raindrops were thick and splashed loud as they hit the bark of trees and tapped against the leaves both attached to branches and littering the ground. When Mammoth blinked a few times to adjust his eyes he looked to the sky, the red sun was hidden behind clouds so thick and grey no light seemed to come from anywhere but the rain itself. Each drop was almost like a light bulb, shining down before shattering against the trees or ground.

It was a rather remarkable not to mention beautiful sight. Mammoth even found peace in the rain and the light but it only took ten or so more seconds for him to realize he was still in the Arena, still competing to go home. The reasons he was here seemed not to matter anymore. Tony wanted him to represent his gang but so far he'd done nothing at all even remotely gang like. He had protected a little girl and let her die. Thinking about Coralie and how it was his fault made him sink back into the now soaked patch of leaves where he had been sleeping.

The Capitol and the Districts probably thought it was a hilarious sight. The strongest and most capable competitor with the highest score and greatest chance of winning was curled up in wet leaves sad over the death of a girl even Mammoth knew had no hope. She herself knew she was hopeless so there was no hope at all for him to see her through to the end. His other reason for wanting to come here, to start up the rebellion with the power of a Victor now was in the past. On the television set in the underground base it always seemed so easy, yet being in the Capitol and being in these white trees made everything so much worse and so much clearer. The Capitol were just too powerful to be overthrown.

The thought of his goal in life already ruined didn't matter so much as he thought. The sadness was still there for Coralie but a part of him had expected it the second they had set foot out of the dome. Mammoth knew he was a fool to think he could protect her all the way to the end. Now it was just him by himself and that was the best way forwards. No one else to drag him down, no one to get in his way of killing to win. He wanted to win now, just to get home and carry on living his life. There was no way he'd let Velvet win after killing Coralie, bringing the career and perhaps her other allies down was the least he owed to Coralie but apart from that there was no other hidden reasons. He was going to win the old fashioned way. With his strength.

He stood up from the leaves and brushed those that still clung to his jumpsuit to the forest floor. The white leaves were even brighter with the lit up rain falling against them. Mammoth was still on the slope and decided to carry on upwards. He had no idea how far he'd gone up the hill, how long it would take to walk back to the dome or how long it took to reach the top. Maybe there was no top at all, maybe it was endless. All he wanted to do was keep walking and wait for tributes to come to him. Hunting would bring about his death, another career had died and in Mammoth's mind he imagined they had tried to hunt a tribute who proved to be a little harder to handle than they had foreseen.

It hadn't made him laugh to see Shine in the sky. She still was a human who had died for the entertainment of the Capitol but he'd rather a career than anyone else.

After each passing minute he had to wipe his forehead and dry his eyes with the damp sleeve of his jumpsuit. Since the fabric was already wet it didn't help as much as he had hoped but at least it cleared some of the drops from obscuring his view. The trees were already thick and cramped together, the last thing he needed was something else blocking his view forward.

There seemed to be no end to the hill he realized after another twenty or so minutes of walking. The trees were identical to the ones he had passed except for where they were planted and the ground still remained covered with the white leaves and twigs. If he went too far he knew the Gamemakers would do something to block his course and set him back to the other tributes or various tricks and traps they'd set up. The last thing he wanted was to come across a mutt or a gamemaker trap. They were always the most gruesome ways to go unless a tribute had a particularly love for torture. The thought of dying that way made Mammoth feel uneasy so instead of carrying on he turned to the left and headed towards the boulders he could see just in the distance.

The arena wasn't particularly big he realized. There were several sections, the white forest being rather big but the other sections except for the other forest seemed small enough. He reached the boulders with little hassle and slipped on a rock here and there but began to cross over diagonally to where the red river was slowly filling up with each drop of rain. The rocks either side of the river were crumbling away and soon enough the river would overflow.

Mammoth knew what the Gamemakers were trying to do and when he got closer he realized tiny fishes were now swimming in the depths of the river. He could see through the ripples as rain hit the surface that each fish had a mouth full of tiny razor sharp teeth. The sight of them made him once again change his course and he headed back to the wet white rocks and headed back down towards the dome.

It was obvious to anyone that even looked this way that he was walking. He wasn't small like Coralie or subtle with each step. Let them come he thought. That was exactly what he needed to win, and win he was determined to do.

Nikolai Demetriev, 18 years old

The ceiling above him was being beaten hard by the rain falling. Nikolai preferred the sun and the heat to the harsh and sharp wind and the pouring rain but even he felt relaxed with the noise. He'd seen only glimpses of the Arena. When his allies had left him to be their little guard dog and he had seen the expanse of flat rock and the opening of a thick red forest. When Duke and Zephyr had been stupid yet brave enough to stage an attack on the dome, the light of a sun that must have matched the trees had filled the darkness for mere seconds before they had closed the doors.

Nikolai nursed a bruised hand. He knew perfectly well what the two boys had in mind and why they had hoped to kill him. The blood of Alise would forever be on his hands and her confused yet beautiful eyes would forever haunt his nightmares. They had only been avenging a fallen ally that he had taken, yet they were still naïve to believe that a simple attack like that when the darkness was against them could bring him down.

Duke had managed to only injure Nikolai's hand, he knew had Zephyr not saved Duke that the boy's life would have left him. He knew that once the two boys were in front of him he could still have finished them, anger never did anyone favours. He knew that all too well. Yet he had let them go. Maybe he had felt obliged to give them another chance? Maybe he secretly relished deep down the thought of them trying again? Or maybe he just couldn't kill the two boys who had done nothing wrong to deserve this fate?

He slumped back against the golden horn and twirled a knife with a handle made of bone in his hand. The blade was sharp and the point of the bone handle even sharper. Tiny cuts were dotted along his hands when playing with the knife through hours of boredom had left him accidentally wounding himself. He hated the role he had been forced to play and so far Julius, Jasper and the other two girls hadn't returned like Julius had said.

Nikolai thought with gritted teeth how they probably had plenty of opportunities but no… their esteemed leader would rather be away from him. At least he had Velvet still in their ranks outside the dome. His one and true ally. He'd feel sad having to kill Shine but there was nothing about Julius or Jasper that would make him as guilty as when he had killed Alise. The two were troublesome and Velvet and Nikolai had a plan. If only they would return to the dome.

Cannons had sounded since they had left and as much as he wanted to know who they belonged to he never snuck out for a quick glimpse at the night sky. Even now he wasn't too sure what time it was, whether it was morning or late afternoon. He'd slept when he had been tired and that was it. There was no indication of whether it was light or dark outside, all he had was the inside light from the bulbs and the rest of the pitch black as his only friends.

The weapons were still piled high only a few spaces away and in his mind he pictured the attack he had planned with Velvet. It hadn't been difficult to get her alone to speak with her, she had recommended letting Shine in on the plan but she was the most Career out of the entire alliance and she most likely believed the strength of the pack was in its unity. She'd have ratted them out to Julius and Jasper within a blink of an eye and that would have ruined everything.

The plan could only be hatched if the careers returned. He stormed over to the weapons, dropping the bone handled knife to the floor and found the sword that had killed Alise. The blood had now dyed the steel and when he ran his finger along the red nothing came off. Until this sword was destroyed it would forever bear the blood of Alise Tourmaline. The thought made him drop the sword back into the pile.

He carried on searching doing his best to push the thoughts of the blind girl out from his mind and picked up the only morning star he and his allies had found after the bloodbath.

The chain and the spikes on the silver ball were shining in the light, the handle felt comfortable in his hand with its leather padding. He swung it around a few times and grinned with how it felt. This would be what he used to cave in that adorable little head of Jasper whilst Velvet dealt with Julius. His plan would have gone better had they both been allowed to leave the dome and Shine had been the one to guard, it only took a few readjustments to fix it when Nikolai had been told to stay put.

The spikes flashed before his eyes as he carried on twirling it and brought it crashing down on a bulb. It shattered into tiny fragments of glass and a portion of the light went out. He had best practice his aim in the dark. After all the plan required complete darkness. He walked away from the bulbs, twirling the weapon as he went.

The rain was still heavily beating the dome and it made all the built up anger he had slowly leave if only for a few minutes. His arm and the morning star were one and given time, with a few more hours practice in the darkness he'd be able to best his leaders. Velvet would support him no matter what, she hated Jasper and Julius as much as he did. They spoke of equality in the pack but even a blind fool could guess they were planning something. Well two could play at that game and come the hour they decided to return everything would finally commence. The careers would break.

Tyrian Aquila, 18 years old

With a swipe of his hand he wiped the dripping fringe from his eyes and carried on through the forest. The rain above was making everything around him that much worse. Occasionally he slipped on the wet forest floor, tripped over logs water obscured from view and even when he did wipe away his fringe raindrops accumulated over his eyes and he'd trip even more.

Everywhere around him the red was even brighter with the sparkling raindrops, the red of blood… the red of Meaghan's hair. He knew what people were thinking, that he really didn't like her but that was not the case. Meaghan truly had been after getting to really work with her a good friend but acid had burnt through her skin and shown bone. The odds of getting her up that hill were next to nothing and Tyrian wasn't stupid. So he had to leave her, if it made him heartless he could put up with that, if people thought he was cruel than they were free to think he was cruel. Survival was the most important thing to him and having no ally was beneficial in a sense. It was about him and him alone.

He walked in a diagonal line, ascending up the hill gradually getting closer and closer to the river. Through the thick trees all tightly packed together he could make out the red water being beaten harshly by the heavy downpour. The rocks were wearing away and soon enough, maybe even in a few minutes the river would overflow and spread out through the trees.

No matter what direction he went he knew he wouldn't escape the water so instead he walked closer to the river to inspect it. The trees had enough branches for him to climb should the flooding start to happen. He'd be able to climb upwards away from the red water.

The trees started to get thinner as he reached the riverbank, tiny fishes were swimming in the depths and it was clear they were mutts. Water dripped from his hair as he bent over to get a closer look at them, causing ripples through the river that made it even harder.

The only way across was to either swim or make a massive leap so instead of being stupid enough to risk meeting the little fish and getting torn to shreds he turned to face the slope again and walked along the riverbank up the hill.

The leaves acted as a very weak umbrella from the rain, it still hit him but he walked back into the forest, staying near the edge of the thin trees. The light of the raindrops was a beautiful sight and reflected some of the red trees as they fell. He could see the leaves, a tiny segment of the riverbank and a silver glint of something.

When he turned it was his reflexes that saved him. The arrow shot over his head and landed with a thud in the tree. He'd been waiting for a tribute, he'd rather not face one or a group but he'd been relatively safe except for the horrid ant mutts. He pulled a sword out of the sheath resting by his hip and turned to face the attacker.

The Arena must have been small Tyrian realized. Tributes had been dying rather quickly and at the sight of his attackers he realized he might just be next. Iridium pulled back her string once again but this time was not alone, Caitrin appeared from behind wielding two small knives and Sparkle with hair going this way and that walked next to Iridium on the other side brandishing a sword.

"You're just like them." Iridium shouted through gritted teeth as she released the string. She'd waited too long, Tyrian easily dodged it this time and was about to run away as fast as possible when a pebble rolled to his foot. He looked down, then back up at Iridium before realization hit him. Over the thundering of the river moving quickly through the trees he jumped and hooked his arms over the lowest branch. Tyrian managed to secure himself safely on the tree before climbing up another branch and he looked down at the girls.

He prayed that they were dead, as horrid as that was considering one of them was a thirteen year old girl. But the three were on another tree opposite him, Caitrin and Sparkle were looking horrified down at the river as it swept through the forest covering the leaves and twigs they had just been standing on. The fish were snapping almost as if they were laughing, swimming freely around the trees. Some managed to dive into the air and Tyrian had to bring his dangling leg closer to his body to avoid one of the bigger fish from snapping on his leg.

"Don't think this doesn't mean we can't get you!" He looked back over at Iridium who was once again staring at him with that unwavering expression in her eyes. Man, she really hated him. Caitrin and Sparkle looked up at him and this time before Iridium could even draw back the string of her bow and release an arrow at Tyrian, Caitrin threw one of her knives at him. Her aim was good but not as good as Iridium's. Her knife missed him by a few inches and landed with a splash somewhere behind him.

The little girl looked annoyed at missing but Iridium took her turn again. Tyrian knew that he couldn't dodge on a tree without risking falling into the river below but he risked it for the first arrow. As it came whistling through the breeze towards him he swung with his legs hooked over the branch and turned upside down. A fish nearly caught him in the cheek and before another one could get a lucky shot he swung back upwards and smirked over at Iridium who certainly didn't look pleased.

"Now Iridium, I think I'll have a go."

He had a few knives of his own, he hated long range attacks as they were a coward's way out but he had no choice. Before either girl could try to retaliate with a flick of his wrist the knife went whizzing through the air. His aim was a bit like Caitrin's, only slightly better. Instead of hitting Iridium in the chest it sunk into Caitrin's shoulder and with a squeal of pain she tumbled off the branch; right into the watery depths below.

Sparkle Rose, 17 years old

Sparkle mirrored exactly what Tyrian had done and firmly wrapped her legs round the tree branch. Iridium was staring at the water, horror clear in her eyes as the fish snapped at Caitrin as her screams filled the air. Tyrian didn't look happy either on the other side, in fact he looked guilty at the sight of the screaming thirteen year old.

When she fell backwards she almost hit her head against the water, raindrops fell on her face and blurred her vision but she raised herself slightly and stretched her arm for Caitrin. The younger girl had tears in her eyes, or maybe it was the rain. Her skin was shredding with each second, the fish eagerly feeding upon her. Sparkle felt her meal of bread and cheese rise from her stomach but she swallowed the rising vomit with a grimace on her face and swung forwards a little to clasp her hand on Caitrin's arm.

Immediately despite the cool water lapping against her skin, her arm exploded into what felt like a fire blazing up her skin. She could feel the teeth ripping against her arm and it took all the strength she had not to yank it free from the fish and give up on Caitrin. The girl was helpless with those fish and she'd already lost one ally, she wouldn't give up on another. The pain was horrendous, worse than anything she'd experienced before but she tugged upwards, slowly dragging Caitrin out from the red water.

When she looked back up Tyrian was gone, Iridium simply staring at where he had been. The boy was quick and seemed as agile as Caitrin which was surprising for his height. Branches were snapped from where he had jumped but she couldn't hear any shouts of pain, Tyrian had gotten away from them.

Iridium shook her head and helped Sparkle with Caitrin. Her legs still dangled over the edge of the branch, it was thick but not thick enough to lie her down. Her chest was rising slowly, her eyes closed with bits of her skin flapping in the wind. Blood trickled down from so many cuts on her face, arms and torn body where the jumpsuit had once been that Sparkle felt like she was going to be sick again.

The girl was only thirteen, she didn't deserve this. The fish had torn in some places right to the bone and when she finally opened her eyes to look up at the two girls her face screwed up with pain and fresh tears started to leak out the corner of her eyes.

"D-Did you get him?" Her arm raised only an inch, her finger shaking as she pointed to the opposite tree. She was dying, a dying girl couldn't be lied to.

"Yes, yeah we did." Sparkle nodded with a smile on her face, wiping away a tear that trickled down her cheek. She looked beautiful, even with the shredded skin her skin was glowing with the light of the raindrops. Her blonde hair shone as bright as her pale skin, each light blonde strand curling round her chin. Iridium started to cry. Sparkle had only been allied with this girl for half a day at the very most. Why she felt her own tears starting to fall she didn't know, why Iridium was sobbing she didn't know. The girl had always come across as strong and incapable of tears; she hadn't hidden how annoyed she was with an alliance but hadn't broken it either.

One of her tears fell against Caitrin's face and splattered on one of her many cuts, the girl winced and Iridium looked away before more tears could fall.

"I'm dying aren't I? Are those fish gone or are they still down there?" Sparkle looked over the edge, Caitrin could probably hear the fish diving in the air and snapping their razor sharp teeth together. She wouldn't lie to her this time, best she go thinking the tribute who had caused her to fall was dead. At least she'd be in peace.

"No, no they're still there. Don't worry you'll be fine."

"No I won't Sparkle, Iridium knows that, she's not even looking at me. And you… you're crying, you don't cry." Caitrin laughed which caused her to moan with pain once again. Her chest was gradually slowing down, each breath seemed to cause her more and more pain.

"This was fun, even if it was only for a short time." Her hand grabbed onto Iridium's hand and she squeezed it as tightly as she could even though Sparkle was sure it must be hurting her.

"Thank you for saving me. Please, you two, stick together."

Iridium turned to her and squeezed her hand back. She nodded and Sparkle knew that for Caitrin she would do all she could to help Iridium win. She nodded along with Iridium and felt fresh tears start to fall when she smiled and her eyes slowly shut.

The sweet yet daring grin she'd had throughout training and when the alliance had been made slowly faltered before vanishing completely. Her chest stopped rising, her heart stopped beating and the grip she had on Iridium's hand loosened completely. A cannon sounded and Iridium started to shout to the sky, thrashing her head around.

Sparkle knew what to do. She'd felt this when dealing with the death of Shade and now had to deal with the death of Caitrin. She raised her hand and gently placed it on her other ally's shoulder. The girl tensed up but stopped screaming and turned to look at Sparkle.

"I've lost two allies now, but I won't lose you. Me and you Iridium, we'll win this together." She squeezed her shoulder, doing anything to reassure this girl that everything would be okay for them. It was clear originally she didn't like her, after all Iridium hated all volunteers except for that little Alise girl but Caitrin had brought them together. For her they would stick together.

"The forest is flooded, if we want to survive we should cross over somewhere."

"I want to go down to the dome, to check things out. We can see every other section from there." Iridium said before turning and leaping to another tree. The air grew colder as if it was nighttime, day four had certainly gone by quickly. The water rising, Caitrin dying… it all seemed a blur.

The girl was losing herself it seemed but Sparkle followed anyway. Shade and Caitrin… she wouldn't let Iridium's name be added to that list.

Sorry to the submitter of the tribute who died, I hope you stick around to see the rest of the story :)

Caitrin Tahira

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