Okay, only one final throw-away Tribute, let's see how she dies, hmm? {evil laugh} ... {ahem} Yeah, this one is a tiny bit short.. sorry

Day 3

Morgana La Rosa

Morgana was having one of her night terrors again. She felt the knife again cut down her face, someone's idea of revenge for the killing of their sister in one of the Capitol's interrogation rooms. Alexi losing his mind because he was strapped into a chair as Morgana was tortured in the most painful way their captors could think of. She saw the mines explode that killed so many in her unit and nearly killed Damien too. Saw his new leg, the claw foot, all there for show, just to remind the Districts what they all had suffered, why they were exacting such terrible compensation from supposedly innocent children. She felt the stings of the Tracker Jackers that had attacked them as they were escaping from the rebels, the ones who had gone after Rainen, the number of stings he had gotten proving too much for his brain. The Rebels had left them for dead, but the four of them had survived, they had always survived. But wasn't survive worse than living?

Screaming, she heard screaming, realized it was her own scream and jerked up in her chair, safely in the Games Center. She panted in terror, the memory of her nightmare still fresh and raw. 18 years, 18 years and she still remembered every horror of that blasted rebellion as clear as day. But now she was safe, now she didn't need to fear. She was in control now. Still, she took a drink of wine. There, much better, now she could focus.

On her screen she saw the District 8 girl,once again playing her violin. Perfect, just what she needed. A good death of one of the District's children.

But how to do it? Hm... She had an idea! She set music to start playing from a cluster of her very special mushrooms.

The girl looked up, stopping playing, looking confused. Come on, come on, little girl, she had to want to investigate. Ah, there, the girl stood, slipping her bow into her belt and went to investigate. She walked into the mushrooms and inhaled, and you could see how hungry she was. These mushrooms let off a scent of delicious food, sweet treats, the chemicals carefully created to target the smell the victim would find most pleasing and then taste like it too...

The girl went to one and pulled off a piece, after 2 days without food, Morgana knew she wouldn't have been able to resist the pull. Excellent, Morgana and the rest of Panem watched as the girl took a bite and waited for a few minutes. Nothing happened, so the girl kept eating... and after about a half hour, the hallucinations started.

Morgana smiled cruelly as the Tracker Jacker-like poison so carefully put into those particular mushrooms sent the girl into a hysterical fit, running through the trees, screaming her head off, using her precious violin to swing at imaginary enemies until she smashed it against the trunk of a tree, shattering it into a mess of wood and a few wires. Beautiful little Missy Alondite collapsed, twitching in terror but finally was still after a few minutes, her heart stopping. Morgana gave the signal to fire the cannon and retrieve the body.

She was done messing around, the real Games needed to begin.

Katlyn Marion

Katlyn sat in the little den she, Bryce and Katriel had found, helping Bryce sharpen his axes and listening to him as he instructed her on how to use a knife. It was going well, she could get a good swing in every once in a while, and Katriel had killed some kind of bird, it was almost as tall as her, but no one thought it could fly, since it was so round. That didn't stop it from being one of the tastiest things she had ever eaten, but she didn't know if even all three of them could finish it all before it went bad.

Katlyn began to wonder how her mother and sister were doing, if they were holding up against her abusive father while she was gone. She wondered about her two best friends in the entire world, Shelby and Lilly Marie. Were they happy she'd allied with Bryce and Katriel, did they think that it was a good choice? Or did they think she was at more of a risk to be killed?

CRACK! Crack, Crack! Something was heard outside! Someone was just outside...

Yes, I know, I left a cliffhanger, WHO is outside our Anti-Career Pack's burrow? Do they mean harm? Well, here's how we determine it:

1:You vote in the poll on my profile, tell me who you want to die next
2: You tell me you voted either by PM or review
3: You sit back and wait