So this chapter's mutt descriptions are different in the career part. Lets just say Loxi is a little bit crazy (Looney!) and didn't get the events down right.

SERENA TRANQUILLO, DISTRICT 4 FEMALE (Lighty 7)

As I stab at the muttation, few things go by in my mind. One, I've realized that when you cut off one of these thing's heads, it comes back with another. I realize that a second too late, and as I'm turning to shout it to Jared & Clare (Glory is by my side), I hear the snap of a neck, and the weird cracking noise that announces the arrival of a new head.

"Don't cut off their heads!" Glory cries after seeing what they've done. "Try to, I don't know, get their arms off or something." I immediately try and hack off one of ours's arms, like I did with the wrists. It's stubs are still trying desperately to hold onto Dylan though, even though he's scrabbling to get free. I loosen the arm at the joint, bite my cheek to avoid gagging, and hack it off with a final crack. I pant as I hang back for a second to see if the arm will make a reappearance, and when it doesn't I jump back into the game.

The mermaid's acting crazed now, it still doesn't have a face, but a bump has risen where one would typically have a nose, and hot steam is bubbling out. It swings almost blindly with it's stump now, thwacking Dylan's head and sending him down to the ground. In mid-duck, I roll over and check on him, but he just seems a little out of it. He'll be fine.

I narrowly miss the stump as I stand now, and I come to a decision. I stab in the direction of the split neck, sinking my scimitar in, just as a knife whistles by my head and into the heart of the mutation. I turn around, startled, and find Clare smirking. Jared battles the mutation on his own now, but soon enough he gets the sword wedged in it's stomach and it's dead. I sit back, and watch as they sink back into the sand.

"Nice going Gamemakers." I murmur. "Almost caught us that time."

PIPER RAVINE, DISTRICT 7 FEMALE (MTNGWN)

These game makers, they know how to get us moving. I'm crashing through the trees, one hand on Ashton as I follow the district 10 boy (Sean?)'s tracks. I'd really like to take to a tree and let the mutations follow him, but I have no idea if these things can climb. I only had a glance at them, and even that was uncertain. I don't know if they have feet. I don't know how dangerous they are. All I remember for sure is that they don't have faces.

At this pace, even, we don't reach the beach before we find the district ten boy. He's crouched against a tree, panting, and I slow to give Ashton a rest as we breeze by him and jog the last five minutes until we reach a clearing. I can hear the waves, we're so close, but Ashton's face is completely white, and I see no signs of Chayene. With any luck, that idiotic District 10 boy will stay at that tree and the mutts will attack him and not us. Maybe we could make it over a bridge.

But first, we have to wait. Which could mean life or death.

ALEX TRAIN, DISTRICT 6 MALE (charliesunshine)

I hear the shaking, but I don't mind. The tree I chose is rubbery, young, and it easily lasts the two minutes of shaking. Immediately I assume it's an earthquake, but we get them all the time in district six and this is not one of them. Too intense, really. Too unnatural. I'm guessing it's been too quiet and they took down an island or somehting.

So I go back to organizing the boy from twelve's items. I've put it off, not really because I feel bad about killing him, but that I knew I would be bored eventually. Immediately, I think about discarding the nuts, because I remember them from training.

"This, tributes, is a Tooch nut. That's t-o-o-c-h. I'd say they can be found in the games every time they're's an opportunity for vines. So, not in a desert, but possibly a forest or a jungle. They're great in a crisis, but they contain trace amounts of tetrahydrocanabilatoida chemical, and if eaten in large amounts can result in a number of different results, including mild-to-severe pyschosis-"

So I guess that's why the idiot was singing on the beach. I raise a hand to start throwing them, but then I decide to keep about thirty for ammo. He had a great slingshot in his pack, and as a last resort, it's not too shabby. I could probably get a couple people's eyes. Doesn't hurt to be prepared.

I'd judge it to be about twenty minutes later when I hear the hissing. My first instinct is to jump up and leave, but then I decide to wait it out. When the hissing comes into sight, I sit back and observe.

It's about six feet tall, with long spindly arms and an odd snake-like mermaid tail. Ha! I made the right decision. It looks too heavy for it to be able to climb.

"Gonna come and get me?" I taunt. As an afterthought, I take my slingshot and send a nut spiraling into it's head. The reaction is unexpected. It hisses one last time, and sinks into the ground.

Works for me.

SEAN DMITRI, DISTRICT 10 MALE (Zephyrme)

After the district 8 girl goes stumbling by me, I know it's time to move. Barely, in the distance, I hear the hiss of the mutts, but I'm still too tired to move. But I still have a minute or so before I really have to book it.

Finally, I can see the flash of gold-green hair, and I'm up and sprinting again towards the beach. Turns out I was very close, it only takes me roughly five minutes at this pace to reach it and tumble onto the sand. I pant on the hot ground, hoping that maybe they will go after Piper and Chayene and whatever-his-name-is, but I can hear their slimy tail weave through the sticky sand. I jump to my hands and feet and start crawling towards the water, where the 7/8 alliance stands ankle deep.

I lock eyes with Piper. Maybe she'll help me. I know Leo from her alliance is gone. Maybe-

I watch her raise her bow, first quickly, then slowly. She pulls an arrow from her quill, and aims it. I know the mutts must have arrived. She's saving me! Saving us! I make a move to turn to the trees, wishing Piper all the good luck in the world for saving me from at least one.

That's the last thought I have before the arrow sinks into my brain.

A couple of you guessed right! Remember, all the dead past the bloodbath are randomly chosen by groups of five, and then by what order in that five. Sean got picked for (first five)(5).

Anyway: I'm going to start doing obituaries for the top ten, so one more before those start happening.

13. Sean Dmitri; BY Piper Ravine, arrow in skull

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