As promised, the second update. But you were all wrong about the special item. Incompetentlyincineratingyou74 yours did make me laugh though. A tank? Seriously. Anyways, sorry this chapter and the last one aren't particularly long, this one's just a filler so you know what's going on with each tribute after the feast, next chapter might have a death in it, so if you don't want your favourite to die, tell me your favourite in the reviews along with a reason and I may consider not killing them off… for now. Hehehe. I love destroying people's souls by killing people off in the saddest ways possible. In fics I mean. I'm not a mass murderer, or am I? Dun dun dun. Anyway, enjoy and please lemme know what you think.

Chapter 25

Hank's POV (D3M)

Day 10/ Day 11 morning

I wake up wet this morning. I kept running yesterday, I just ran until nightfall when the fallen came up. The boy from 8 and the boy from 10 were up there today. I killed one of them. I wonder who. After the sky went dark again I collapsed and slept. I didn't have another option, I was exhausted and it's very open out here apart from a few trees dotted around. The arena's basically a huge marsh .

When I wake up I start looking through the stuff I got at the feast. I only managed to get some food, water and a knife, but there isn't any food in this arena, so it was worth it. I take a small sip of water and open and eat three cheese biscuits. There isn't much to do. I expect after the feast yesterday, the game makers will leave us alone for a day or two now.

I put my pack back on and start walking again. I want to put as much distance as possible between me and the cornucopia. I don't want to stumble across anyone. Especially not a career, I know I have my taser, but I would still prefer not to get into a fight. I don't want to chance it. My taser probably isn't the most reliable and I already used it yesterday. My bow and arrows won't be much use in close up combat either.

As I walk I try to work out who is still alive. There's the girl from 4, the boy from 6, the girl from 7 and the boy from 5. I can't remember the last person though and it's really bugging me. Oh well, maybe I'll remember it later.

Vincent's POV (D6M)

I'm glad I didn't go to the feast yesterday. Two people died. I'm two steps closer to going home. I have 1 in 6 chance now. Well, it's slightly less than that actually because there's still 2 careers left. My chances are definitely a lot better than at the start of the games though.

I really wanted to go to the feast, but it just wasn't worth the risk. I wonder who got the special item. I really hope it's not a career. If it's not a career who has it, my chances will go up, but I have absolutely no idea who has it. Knowing my luck, it probably will be a career who has it though.

I really hate this arena. It's a giant marsh with the occasional bit of mud with a tree. There's only really frogs to kill for food, and believe me, they taste rank. They're pretty hard to kill too.

I'm constantly wet and I can't even shelter in my tent because it was right in the middle of a huge bit of marsh so by the time I grabbed it so it didn't sink and swam to the nearest bit of grass, it was soaking wet. Everything in it was too, which means I now have no way of getting fresh water as my last water purification tablet is coated in marsh gunk. It would have only lasted me a day or two more though anyway. At least it didn't get into the little water I have left.

My night vision googles still work, but I'm not sure my matches will. All my medical supplies have been trashed too. Basically, I need sponsors. I can't get sponsors though unless I get people to like me and I can't do that unless they see that I am good at fighting and stuff, but I'm not really, I would have gone to the feast otherwise. My weapons are still in good condition though, if that's supposed to be any consolation to me. It doesn't really feel like it though.

I still have the $50 sponsor money from the start, but that would probably buy me a grape at this point. Oh well.

Flynn's POV (D1M)

Things have been pretty boring today. I geared up as usual this morning and set out hunting for tributes. I've had no luck, I guess the Capitol are still excited about the feast yesterday so the game makers aren't driving us together. I got some pretty good gear yesterday though. I already had good gear, it was better than anyone else at the feast, but they put even better stuff out than at the bloodbath.

I now have a hand grenade. I've never seen a games where they've put on of those in the arena. I'm not sure whether the game makers were trying to trick us into thinking that the pack was the special item and it was actually this or not, but if this isn't the special item, then the girl from 7 who managed to escape with it now has a huge advantage, it's just a shame it will get blown up with along with the 7 girl. Bea I think her name is. I don't know how she's gone under the radar for so long. She's just been lucky I suppose. She won't be able to escape when I get hold of her though.

I have a good medical supply too now. There's a lot more stuff than the painkillers and bandages we had before. I've got dehydration tablets that'll make my water supplies go a long way and even tablets that help you sleep better without doping you up. I'll be prepared for when I find my next victim.

I've been getting really bored since I killed the girl from 2. I didn't even manage to kill anyone at the bloodbath. I would have if that idiotic boy from 3 hadn't shot the person I was fighting. When I hunt him down and kill him, I'm going to torture him for hours. How dare he take my kill away from me?

Abbi's POV (D4F's Mentor)

I got no sleep last night. I've been up here, watching the screen with Isla on. She needs to stop trying to get the special item, sure it was worth the risk of going to the feast, but she needs to accept that she hasn't got it. Soon that girl, Bea or whatever her name is, will figure out how to use it and Isla will be killed.

She's done pretty well so far and she's got a massive sponsor pool saved up. I'm saving it though. There's an item that you can get this year that basically means the special item cannot harm you in any way, shape or form. She just needs another couple of hundred dollars and she can have it.

"Abbi, we have another sponsor wanting to speak to you." Boo, the District 4 escort says.

"Okay, show them to my office." I sigh, meetings with the sponsors are tedious, but they could save Isla's life so I have to sit through them. "Can you get someone to make me a coffee and watch Isla for me and send any updates while I'm in the meeting?"

"Of course. If anything happens, you'll be the first person I'll tell." Boo says squeakily. I rush off to my office and a tall woman with golden sparkly hair and angel wing alterations comes in. The wings are long and feathery. They look pretty weird, but then that is Capitol fashion. An avox follows her in and hands me a lukewarm cup of coffee.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?" I ask her.

"No thank you." She doesn't look happy with me.

"So, why did you set up this meeting?" I ask taking a gulp of coffee.

"I wanted to know why you are not spending any of the money I've been sponsoring Isla. I've sponsored almost $5,000 since the start of the games and nothing. No sponsors not even a cracker, why?"

"Let me go and get the sponsor catalogue." I say getting off my chair and walking to a bookshelf. I heave off a heavy book. "And I'll show you why."

"You'd better have a good excuse." She said. "Or I may consider withdrawing my sponsorship." Oh no. It's one of these really pushy ones.

"Now, as a sponsor, you know that whatever I tell you in here, stays in here. We don't want there to be any leaks about stuff that's going to happen in the games, however small." She nods.

"Just hurry up." I put the book down on the table in between us.

"As mentors, we were told that when it got to the final 8 tributes a feast would be held with a special item. We were also told what this special item was, but we weren't allowed to do anything about it until after the feast, but we were told that there was a way to keep our tributes safe if they didn't get the special item."

"And let me guess it involved not using any sponsor money at all." She huffs.

"Not exactly. There's an item," Here I flick to the right page and point at it "that stops the special item having any effect at all on the tribute who uses it, but it's the most expensive item in the whole sponsor catalogue." I say, looking up at her. "So I decided right at the start to not use any of her sponsorship money so if she didn't get the item, she would at least be protected by it."

"And if she had got the special item?" The sponsor says. "Where would the money have gone then." I flick to another page with a hand grenade on. There's already a tribute with one. They got it at the feast.

"I would have sponsored her a couple of them to use just in case." I say.

"Why haven't you sponsored her it already?" She asks. Leave me alone woman. Seriously. It's ridiculously expensive so I haven't got quite enough.

"We're just a couple of hundred dollars away from it." I say. "I'm having a meeting with another potential sponsor later on, where I hope I will be able to secure those last $200." The sponsor takes a chequebook out of their bag and writes something on one page tears it out and chucks it at me."

"Hurry up and buy it." She says then walks out. I grab it and run to check it into the sponsor pool and start typing up the message to Isla.

"She's finally left the girl from 7 and has started to walk in the direction of the cornucopia." Boo tells me when I get back. Good.

Callum's POV (D5M)

Darkness falls in the arena; it's been an uneventful day. No deaths, it means there probably will be tomorrow though. I just hope they don't plan on me dying. That'd be a bummer. Especially considering I'm planning on winning these games. I have no idea how, I can't fight to save my life and I have almost no food or water left. Just determination. Determination and hope. If I'm determined enough, I might just make it through. Maybe. Probably not though.

I climb up one of the few trees and curl up and fall asleep, but I'm woken at about midnight by a ginormous croaking noise.

"What the-?" I mutter to myself as I look across the arena. Hopping across the marsh is a huge black and yellow frog. And it's coming straight for me. I grab my pack and start to run, but I lose ground quickly. It's way faster than me. I have no option but to fight.

I pull my trident out of my pack and start charging towards it. I know the weak point on most animals. If it can't see, it can't kill me. I hope not anyway. Though knowing the game makers it probably has super smell and hearing. When it is only about 10meters away from me I shove my trident into the floor. If this works I'll look really cool, if not. Well I'll be dead, but it's my only option I have to try.

The wet muddy grass absorbs the trident easily and when the frog is 5meters away I run up to the trident and launch off it, pulling it up as I go. The trident gives me just enough momentum. I haven't one yet though. I'm only sitting on its head and it's bouncing around a lot to get me off. Something pink and slivery makes its way towards me from between the two eyes. It must be the tongue; it's probably laced with poison. I jab at it with my trident and it slivers back down. I slowly make my way to its huge left eye. I quickly plunge my spear down into the huge black abyss and the frog croaks angrily. I yank it out and rush and do the same to the other eye. It's gone completely mental; hopping all over the place. I eventually fall off and rush in front of it and dodge in and out, jabbing it repeatedly.

After what seems like an age, it finally falls down, dead. I cut it into small bits to make sure the game makers can't bring it back to life and rush off back to my tree to resume sleeping. I've survived another day, and I've killed a mutt, maybe I do have a chance in these games.

Bea's POV (D7F)

I spend the day trying to figure out what the special item actually does. Inside the pack was just a large blue speckled egg. When I say large though, I mean large; it's bigger than my head. It didn't really do much, but I couldn't open it, I tried many times with my knife. At about midday a crack finally appeared in it and by nightfall a tiny wolf like creature had crawled out. I don't think it'll be much help unless it grows pretty big pretty soon, but it curls up on my shoulder when I go to sleep.

I wake up early the next day, and my little pet thingy is gone. Great. I risked my life getting an egg that contained the most useless creature in all existence and then it runs away from me. I sit and take a small sip of water as I decide what to do next when I see a wolf running towards my tree, I grab my knife and ready myself to fight, when it whines and starts rolling around in the mud. Oh. My. Gosh. It must be the thing out of the egg. I climb from the tree and start walking it follows. This is pretty cool, I basically have a pet mutt that does whatever I tell it.

I am just about to stop for a rest because I'm tired and I don't really have anywhere I need to go, when it suddenly morphs into a giant eagle and lets me sit on its back while it flies in whatever direction I'm thinking of. It doesn't fly any higher than a small house, but it's pretty cool all the same. My odds in the game just keep increasing. I definitely have a good chance of winning these games.