A/N: Ave, I am terrible! This is a very late chapter. No excuses, I just suck. Remember, you can sponsor your tributes. If you don't, I will sponsor them myself if the story calls for it, but it would be good to have some interaction.

Collette Declair-District One

"Well this sucks," says Vincent.

Vincent and I are standing about a metre apart, our weapons raised. Vincent's eyes keep darting towards the bloody corpse of Titus lying next to him in the alley.

I keep my spear at the ready, but I don't strike yet. I'm honestly not sure what to do with Vincent. Part of me wants to fight him; it'd be enjoyable, but then again, I don't have any problems with Vincent, he hasn't done anything to me. I was chasing the running girl, I didn't expect to meet anyone else.

I think he registers my hesitation because he sheaths his knife.

"I think we're supposed to attack each other," He yawns, throwing his backpack to the ground and sitting beside it.

I keep my spear up, just in case he wants to try attacking me.

"We don't have to attack each other. I wasn't chasing you," I say.

"I bet you were really. All the girls chase me. I am incredibly handsome after all," says Vincent, his words dripping with sarcasm.

I laugh and relax. I highly doubt he's going to attack me.

I lean my spear against the nearest wall and sit down opposite Vincent.

He flashes me a quick smile, and then quickly returns to his usual look of boredom.

"What a shame. I was hoping we'd fight. I'd be more entertaining for the audience if we did," he says.

"We still can if you want. My spear verses your knife. I'm sure you'd come out on top," I joke.

"I'm alright, thanks," he says. "How come you didn't attack me? I thought Caliah wanted me dead?"

Caliah. She might be our leader, but that doesn't mean I have to follow her orders. I'm not her slave. She's a good fighter and everything, but she takes the games a little too seriously for my taste. If she wants Vincent, she needs to find him herself.

"That's her problem," I say dismissively.

Vincent sighs.

"I guess I'll have to keep away from her. She's a little too crazy for my taste. Are you going to tell her you saw me?" He asks.

I consider the question for a moment, before saying: "Yeah, I'll tell her. I'll say the girl from Eleven killed Titus and then escaped you and I fought, and I wounded you. I'll tell her I left you alive so she could have you."

Vincent nods in satisfaction.

There isn't any point staying around here. I want to get back to the horn and find some food. I get up, grab my spear and make to leave.

"Wait!" Vincent says.

I turn around to look at him, still sitting on the floor beside the corpse of his ally.

"Did you? Leave me alive so she could kill me herself?"

I don't answer. I just laugh and turn away, and begin the walk back to the cornucopia.

Cicero Avis-District Eleven

"Come on! Get him inside!" Aric kicks at the door and sends it flying open.

I help Henry through and Aric slams the door shut.

I lead Henry to the only chair in the room and let him sit.

For a moment, no one speaks. The only sound is our heavy breathing.

This is crazy! Rosemary is dead, Henry is wounded and the careers are probably hot on our trail. We ran as far as we could, but we had to stop as soon as we found a house. Henry couldn't keep going.

I chance a quick look at his wound, and immediately feel faint. The arrow is embedded deep in his ankle. His pants are drenched with blood. I don't know anything about injuries but this looks bad.

After he has caught his breath, Aric speaks.

"We need to get the arrow out," He says, his voice shaking slightly. How he doesn't just break down is beyond me.

"Henry, this is very important. I need to know if the arrow was barbed," he says.

"Barbed?" I ask.

"I mean did the arrowhead have spikes on it. Cicero, I'd be grateful if you did ask me any more distracting questions for the time being. I need to concentrate." Aric says calmly.

I shut my mouth. He's right I'm not helping matters.

"No, it didn't," Henry says.

"Well that's something. It means when we pull it out it won't rip your leg apart," says Aric. "Cicero, pass me the knife."

He gestures towards the knife Henry recovered from the cornucopia. I take it and wordlessly hand it to him. He carefully cuts off Henry's trouser leg below the knee, allowing him to get a better look at the arrow.

Aric lets out a slow breath and swallows, but doesn't lose his composure.

"Right, let's do this. Cicero, hold his leg steady. Henry, careful you don't bite your tongue off. This is going to hurt."

"I've dealt with worse," says Henry.

I grab Henry's leg and hold it in place. Aric grasps of the arrow and slowly slides it out of Henry's leg with a sickening wet sound. Henry's teeth are gritted, and there are tears in his yes, but he doesn't cry out.

I feel like crying myself, because this is all just so horrible, but I keep it in. I get the impression Aric would look down on me if I did. He never seems to get emotional.

With one final pull, Aric yanks the arrow free, and blood imminently gushes out of the gaping hole in Henry's leg. He waves me away from Henry, so I let go of his leg and sit against the wall, my head between my legs.

Without missing a beat, Aric takes off his sweater, cuts a chunk out of it with his knife and ties the fragment of cloth around Henry's leg to staunch the flow of blood.

Aric sits back to catch his breath.

"You're lucky. The arrow didn't hit an artery. You're not going to die. It'll hurt like hell when you walk, but at least you will actually be able to walk. It's a good job she wasn't aiming for your knee."

"Wow," says Henry, through clenched teeth. "You did damn good work. How did you manage it?"

"I know what I'm doing," Aric says simply.

"Well I'm glad I'm allied with you then," Henry says. "Thanks."

Aric sighs, "Don't thank me yet. All I did was make a temporary tourniquet. We still need to properly bandage and sterilise the wound, and there weren't any medical supplies in the bag you got. And I think the careers will be looking for us. All they have to do is follow the blood."

Matthew Todd-District Three

Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom.

Five cannons. Five deaths. An unusually small amount.

I need to find a place to bed down for the night, and quickly. The sun is setting, taking with it all the head of the day.

It's quite unnerving here, deep in the city. Monolithic skyscrapers tower above me in all directions. It would be easy to get lost here. Fortunately, I'm clever, so it won't happen to me.

I'm following a wide road north, away from the cornucopia. I notice there are a lot of glass fronted office blocks either side of me. I'd check them out, but none of them have doors, so I just pass them by. It makes sense that most of the buildings aren't enterable; if they were, it would be nearly impossible for tributes to find each other.

I walk until I reach a crossroads. There are a set of lights on a pole that keep cycling between three colours: red, yellow and green. I think they have something to do with cars, but I'm not sure. There aren't any cars in Three.

I stop by the lights to get my bearings. It's so dark it's hard to see anything now. Luckily, I prepared for this. I made sure I got a flashlight at the cornucopia. I retrieve it from my bag and turn it on, casting a pale beam of light over my surroundings.

On the corner, on the other side of the crossroads is an old fashioned house of some sort, made of white marble with thick ornate pillars holding up a roof that sticks out over the pavement.

I cross the road and check it out. Attached to one of the pillars is a sign that reads: 'Imperial hotel' in gold lettering.

Behind the pillars, I find a set of double doors. Finally!

I quietly open one of the doors a crack and squeeze inside. I have to be quiet, just in case.

I find myself in a clean, airy room. I slowly shine my torch around, checking for anything that might be a danger to me. There isn't much in here, just a desk at the far end of the room, a long couch against a wall, and several pot plants scattered haphazardly around the place.

Strangely, there's something written on one of the walls in spiky blood red letters. I curiously go over and look at it, running my fingers along the letters. The paint is dry. It wasn't written recently.

I step back and use my torch to illuminate the words one by one.

'WALK THE HIGH ROAD AND WAKE A NATION.'

Underneath it is a crude drawing; a ring of stars over five stripes.

What the hell does it mean?

I suppose it doesn't matter now, I'm too tired to think. I can work it out in the morning.

This hotel is a good place to sleep. It's fairly isolated and very defensible. It looks like there might even be an upstairs I can explore tomorrow.

I retrieve my sleeping bag from my pack and throw it down behind the desk. Before I climb in, I push the couch in front of the doors, to make sure no-one can get in.

Taniece Davis-District Ten

"I think we all need to get some sleep," says Circe glumly.

She's right. We're all exhausted. I don't think I've ever felt this tired in my entire life. After I stabbed Borus, all of the strength just drained out of me. I've never even raised my voice at anyone before, so actually attacking someone really shocked me. I've still got his blood on my hands and clothes. I don't have any water to wash it off with.

We got lost in the city. We were all too wired after Katri's death that we didn't know what we were doing. We kept going until it was dark and ended up in a green park with a gazeebo in the centre, which is where we've chosen to rest. I suppose it's quite peaceful here. In the distance, I can hear the faint bubbling of a fountain, and the sound of the trees rusting is quite calming.

None of us speak for a while. We just sit there, listening to the sound of the fountain.

But we know we have to discuss what happened at the bloodbath.

"I…I can't believe she's dead," stutters Dolly.

"Neither can I. It happened so fast," Sniffs Circe. Her eyes are red from crying.

"I keep thinking about how if I was faster I could have saved her," I say miserably.

Circe puts a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"You couldn't have. You did everything you could and you saved two people. You're a hero," she says kindly.

I don't feel like a hero. I stabbed someone in the throat with a shard of glass. I broke a window, took the glass and then hit him in the neck. I didn't even manage to save all of my friends.

Circe gives me a hug.

"Look, we really need some sleep. Let's wait for the anthem and the list of the dead, and then go to bed. It isn't too cold here, we'll be fine,"

"Yeah, we'll be better in the morning," says Dolly.

When the anthem plays, we leave our shelter and stare attentively at the sky.

The first face to be shown is the boy from Four. I didn't expect a career to die on the first day. Next, Katri's face appears. I look down at the floor in shame until her image disappears. I can't look at her. The other faces I barely register. They were all innocents murdered by the Capitol.

The anthem dies, leaving us in silence. Except…it isn't silent. I can hear footsteps!

The others have heard them too. On my signal we sneak back to the gazebo and crouch low, attentively watching for any sign of movement.

We see the boy before he sees us. He's short and thin, and moves in quick, nervous steps. His pale skin almost glows in the faint moonlight.

"Do you recognise him?" I ask my compansions.

"Yeah, he's from Seven I think," whispers Dolly.

I think I remember him now, I saw him in training. He was pretty unremarkable, but he didn't look mean.

The boy goes from tree trunk to tree trunk, looking up at the branches, and then moving on. I don't know what exactly he's doing.

"I think we should tell him we're here. He'll find us anyway," says Circe.

"Good idea. We outnumber him, so if he's smart he won't try anything," I say. "Dolly, are you alright with showing him we're here?"

Dolly smiles and nods. She seems to go along with whatever we suggest.

I stand up first, signalling to the others to keep down. They can come out when I know it's safe. The boy must have heard me move, because he jumps about a foot in the air and the ducks behind a tree.

I can't help but laugh.

"It's alright, we're not going to hurt you," I say.

The boy peers around the tree to look at me, narrowing his eyes.

"Really? I mean, this might be an ambush. No way for me to tell," he says quickly.

Does he really think I'm the ambushing type?

"It's not an ambush. Look, my friends are visible. If it was an ambush, they'd be hidden," I say, waving for Dolly and Circe to come forward.

The boy looks surprised.

"There are a lot of you," He says, still not moving out from the tree.

"We're allies," says Circe. "We had one more, but she was…killed, by the boy from District Five."

The boy mutters something that sounds like 'sorry'.

"Why don't you come out? We've got a good place to sleep if you're looking for one," says Circe kindly.

The boy considers her statement for a minute, and then slowly steps out into the open.

We give him our names and he tell us his name is Saul.

"I'm Saul. Are you guys hungry?" he asks.

"We're starving," I say.

"Well then, you're in luck. I found a huge shop a couple streets back from here, full of food. Come on, I'll show you."

Granya Eversore-District Six

The bitch from Four cut me pretty bad. My leg hurts like hell, and it won't stop bleeding. How the hell did I let myself get cut? I'm better than that!

At least I managed to snag a pack at the cornucopia. The pack is full of useful things: a compass, some rope, a bag to beef jerky, and a flare.

I don't have any bandages though, and the sock I used as a temporary dressing is already caked in blood. Shit, I need a sponsor.

I turn my head to the sky and shout, "Could someone PLEASE send me a bandage? I'm dying here!"

Nothing happens. Ugh, the idiots in the Capitol are probably laughing at me.

Ah screw it. I shoulder my pack and keep moving.

I've decided not to sleep tonight. I'm tired, but I can manage. If I run in to a sleeping tribute, I'll be able to get an easy kill.

As I walk on through the night, I'm sure I can hear something behind me, but every time I turn around, all I see is the empty street. I'm probably just hearing things, so I keep going, but I walk a little faster than usual. I don't want to get stabbed from behind.

I don't get very far, because my leg starts hurting quite badly, so I stop in front of a fancy looking hotel and lean against a pillar. Christ, it feels like my leg is on fire! I remove the sock-bandage and examine the wound through the gash in my pants. It doesn't look good.

I'm in the process of taking my sock off to use as another bandage, when something stirs in the darkness ahead of me. I reach for my belt, but then I remember I don't have a sword anymore. I mutter a swear word and limp slowly forward.

"Come out, coward! Stop fucking skulking!" I yell.

To my surprise, someone does emerge from the blackness. A little girl.

"Who the hell are you?" I ask. I dimly remember her from training.

The girl doesn't reply. She fixes me with a hungry stare and smiles.

Okay, this is creepy.

Suddenly the girl moves, darting forward like a pouncing cat. I instinctively jump backwards, slamming into the pillar behind me. Before I know it, the girl is on top of me. She weighs next to nothing, but the shock of her impact throws me off balance and we both tumble to the floor.

"GET THE FUCK OF ME!" I scream.

I drive my hand into her face, trying to push her off, but she clamps her teeth down on my hand, instantly drawing blood and causing me to yell out and draw it back.

The girl laughs and bites at my exposed neck, ripping out a huge chunk of flesh. Fuck, it really hurts!

Channelling all of my rage, I push forwards and send her flying off me onto the hard marble floor.

I get to my feet as quickly as I can, but my leg slows me down. The girl is up before me, and she runs at me again, aiming for my injured leg.

This time I'm ready for her. I strafe sideways at the last minute and stick out my good leg, tripping her up. She barely has tine to register what's happened before I'm on her. I grab her by the hair and lift her head off the ground. Then I smash it down onto the marble floor as hard as I can. I smash it again and again, showering myself with her blood. Everything is red and hazy, my heart is beating so fast I think it might explode. My surroundings are blurred, but the blood is clear; staining the marble a deep crimson. The only sound I hear it the thump of her head hitting the floor.

I only stop when the cannon finally sounds. I did it. I killed her. I killed a little girl. The Capitol just saw the true brutality of their games. I bet they loved it.

A/N: I got onto a creative writing course in university! Hopefully I pick up some good tips to improve the story. And please, let's not argue in the reviews section. It really is quite pointless.

Deceased

Sade Johnson-District Twelve female

Cause of death: Head bashed in by Granya

Sade was one of those 'crazy tributes' you always seem to get. A ton of fun to write for, but I had to think about her survival realistically. She wasn't going to last long really. But she was a fun character!