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Day 4 (and flashback of end of Day 3)

(Marcella Jewel, Girl from 3's POV)

Ba be bum... Ba be bum... Ba be bum... The tune stuck in my head, making me go crazy, but also keeping me sane. I crouch, hidden, in an abandoned stairwell. I doubt that it has been used since the games began. I nursed a few wounds given to me in the attack yesterday, a crushed foot, burned thigh, and a stab wound in my side.

I didn't think that I would have made it yesterday, since that girl stabbed me. The monster was huge. Roughly the size of an elephant. Maybe modeled after one, maybe not. I don't know. It walked on two legs, had hooves, and tusks. The creature had a long nose, rather like that of a horse, instead of an elephant's trunk. I didn't dare keep looking at it, all I thought was run. Run for your life.

That's when the dark skinned girl stabbed me. In the side, it didn't hit any fatal organs, but I still dropped to the ground. The monster didn't take notice of me, I think it was trained on my allies and possible the careers, who had grouped in the parking garage. It did, however, step on my foot, causing it to flatten. Not to badly though, But several broken bones.

I lay there for as long as I dare, only about five minutes. In those five minutes, I heard screams. So many screams. Many of which were probably mine. My foot hurt so badly, but I had to get up. I don't know how long that monster would last. If I lay here, will the careers come back to kill me? Or, how long will the other tributes last? Even if I was the only tribute left alive, basically a victor, would the game makers have enough control over it?

I tried to stand, but ended up crawling back into the mall. When I had just reached the broken double doors, a cannon sounded. Oh no... One of my allies? Or is it an oh yes? Could it be a career? One less career could mean more victors... We could all win this thing, if we just got rid of the careers. The careers are the barrier. They are what need to be destroyed.

I turn around, crawling towards the tributes and the monster. My foot no longer felt pain, and I don't know why. I stood, and walked. Slowly, though. Slow with a limp. That was how I was foolishly walking into what I thought would be our salvation. Our glory.

I turned a corner, to see a terrible sight. Both the monster and tribute bodies littered the parking lot, all covered in blood. Crimson, red, liquid, flowing blood. I couldn't look at the bodies. I didn't know who was dead and who was alive, my ears couldn't catch a cannon sound. They couldn't catch cries of pain from the conscious tributes, and they couldn't catch groans and mumbles from the unconscious ones. I turned away. I knew that my eyes could catch the sight of fatal gashes, and glassy eyes of the dead tributes.

My vision started to fuzz, starting at the outside, working it's way in. Ringing. Ringing was what I heard in my ears, breaking the silence. I started to sway, before hitting the concrete.

Ow... Ow... Ow... My skin was in contact with the hard cement, but also, peeling off from being dragged across it. Touch. Touch and pain were my only senses that seemed to be working. I had no idea what was going on. Was the monster carrying me off to eat me? Or was it a career, simply pulling me away where no possible allies, painful as it may be, could come and help me before I was murdered? It must be one of the two... I have little strength, but what I have left, I use it to open my eyes.

My vision was still blurry, but I could faintly make out wobbly, thin legs covered in dark red blood. I was confused... A career wouldn't have thin legs, and the monster wouldn't have human legs, either! I don't question it. I'm ready for death... Come at me, bro... I think. That's something that John would say to... My eyes automatically open when I realize who is taking me.

"Doug..." It comes out more like a moan, but I know he heard me.

"Shhh..." He says, apparently my ears are working. Doug bends down, and collapses next to me. He must be exhausted. I have no idea what time it is, where we are, or where Doug was, both before and during the monster attack. But he looks into my eyes, and mine into his, and I don't really care.

He looks so much like his brother, and so different at the same time. It must be scary for him, being only thirteen. Wait a moment.

"Happy birthday," I wheeze out.

"Huh?" He asks.

"Today's your fourteenth birthday." I struggle for breath, but keep talking. "It's June 27th."

He smiles. But then we hear the anthem, and that gives me a sense of what time it is. It can't be more than an hour since the monster attack. But, there are faces in the sky today.

First, Leo. He must have been who the careers killed before that attack. Next, Briar Rose. Poor thing. Oh... I'm not sure of this if good or not. Margarita VanDowling's picture was projected in the sky. She's dead...? The anthem keeps playing, but no more pictures. Those were the only deaths today.

I let out a sigh/moan/wheeze. Doug smiles.

"Um, I kinda have something to tell you..." He says slowly. I nod. "Well, um, you know how I never got to say who I like in the interviews..." He takes a large breath. "John doesn't really love you." He says quickly. I squint at him in confusion, even though I know what he said, and I believe him.

It starts to make sense. John only came back when his only brother, whom he loved so much, was in danger. Tears are coming. He's probably home now, sitting with that Esmeralda or whoever his girlfriend is now, cheering on Doug and wishing me to die. I love him, but I hate him. I wonder if he even loved me in the first place. All of the sudden, something made contact with my lips. I look over, and Doug was kissing me. He pulled away.

"My brother may not love you, but I do." He says, voice wobbly and weak, before he passed out.

A/N: Hi! :) There's a longer chapter, what do you think? Butterflygirly99, my awesome reviewer, was right, Doug is in love with our Cella! But then there is the note that John gave her... 0.o Ooh! Sappy chapter:3 So thanks butterflygirly99! Everyone, please review! And here is an updated tribute list!

1:

Female: Delilah Jones, Age 17

Male: Nathan Greene, Age 16

2:

Female: Margarita VanDowling, Age 18 Deceased

Male: Milo Chestnut, Age 14

3:

Female: Marcella Jewel, Age 16

Male: Doug Arm, Age 13

4:

Female: Mary Grace, Age 16

Male: Vince Boot, Age 16

5:

Female: Ella Song, Age 13

Male: Brave Song, Age 18

6:
Female: Luke Cellar, Age 15 Deceased

Male: Samantha Clark, Age 16 Deceased

7:

Female: Lightning Thomson, Age 17

Male: Liam Good, Age 16 Deceased

8:

Female: Jean Glyder, Age 12 Deceased

Male: Leo Robertson, Age 18 Deceased

9:

Female: Maggie Start, Age 17 Deceased

Male: Lou Black, Age 14 Deceased

10:

Female: Briar Rose Cunning, Age 15 Deceased

Male: Albert Gray, Age 17 Deceased

11:

Female: Clare White, Age 17

Male: Dylan Moore, Age 13

12:

Female: Madge Undersee, Age 17

Male: Chase Shields, Age 17 Deceased