A/N: I can't even. I can't.

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The Bloodbath is finally here but omg DX These tributes are all too good to kill off whyyyyy.

~ Anna :D


Corinth Lopez, 13

District 6 Female


I leap off of the pedestal hurriedly, the tears in my eyes blurring my vision. I can barely see! The smog from the city feels like it's burning my lungs as I gasp for air.

I see a plain black bag sitting on top of one of the boxes. That's all I need. Just a bag. I have no allies so I won't be able to last long on my own if I don't have some kind of supplies.

Terror grips my heart as I lunge forward, grabbing the bag off of the box. I whip around quickly, heaving the bag over my shoulders. It's a little too heavy and I almost fall over at first, but I run, feeling more weighed down than before.

However, there's a large crack in the middle of the street, blocking my path so I quickly turn around to find another way. But what I see when I turn isn't an alternate escape route. It's the girl from One clutching a spear.

I hear a loud, terrified scream and drop the backpack, quickly backing away to run the other way. I realize the scream belonged to me.

But I barely get a few feet away when I feel a sudden explosion of pain across my back. A quiet gasp is all I can manage before the girl's spear is pulled from me and I feel myself fall over.

I don't feel the impact of falling though, and the pain inflicted by the spear is now dull. My hands are wet with something warm and I painfully roll over onto my back, looking at the clouds like I would always do with Mordecai.

There's a flash of light, then my vision blurs and I think I see someone collide with the girl from One.

The sky and clouds fade to a calming black.


Grace Urlwin, 12

District 10 Female


I quickly run toward the Cornucopia, despite the warnings from my mentor and from Kaleb. I know that even if I make it past the bloodbath, I'll still die if I don't have supplies.

I hear a loud, surprised scream to my left and glance over to see the girl from One hurl a spear at Corinth from Six. I don't even try to stop the sob of fear that escapes from me when I dart past them. I don't stop running. I can't.

My chest burns and my legs feel numb, I stumble a few times, tripping over the large cracks in the street. Then my feet tangle together and I fall hard, landing in a puddle of warm, muddy water. I scramble to my feet, trying to keep my balance and almost fall again.

But I keep going, something inside me is pushing me forward. Forcing me to keep my eyes glued on the backpack in front of me. It's small, probably only containing empty bottles or a small package of crackers. But maybe Kaleb will be able to get something better.

I reach the inside of the Cornucopia, seeing someone quickly enter, snatch something off a crate and dart away. I look over my shoulder and see the boy from Nine with the machete he just took. He glances back at me and slings a small pack over his shoulder, his eyes seemingly pleading for me to run.

I snap out of my stupor and quickly grab the pack, wrapping my fingers around the strap tightly.

I hear a furious shout of anger and frustration, then nothing.

I quickly turn to run but I'm suddenly jerked backward when the pack gets snagged on the sharp edges of the Cornucopia. I turn around and yank on it, trying to tear it free.

But I suddenly feel a pair of strong arms wrap around me, lifting me off my feet for a moment. I shriek loudly in fear as the person hastily pulls me away from the backpack I was trying to pull free.

But it's not the tribute that caused me to scream, it's the District 1 girl's axe embedded in the backpack where my head would have been.

"Grace! Come on, come on!" the tribute shouts.

I identify the voice as Kaleb. He grabs my wrist and runs, dragging me along with him. I glance back at the District 1 girl yanking the axe out of the wall with one hand and clutching a spear in the other. She turns and glares at us, her eyes flashing with fury. To my great relief she doesn't follow.

Kaleb just risked his life for me. He could have died. I could have died. I would have been the first one to go if it hadn't been for him. He just saved my life.

I'm actually alive.


Damion Baskerville, 16

District 6 Male


I quickly dart toward the Cornucopia, going for the nearest bag. Items are littered all over the street, some teetering precariously on the edges of gaping cracks in the road.

The cracks don't look deep enough to kill if someone fell in there, but it would get someone trapped. I make sure to avoid all the stuff by the edges.

I see a bright blue bag sitting right there on a crate. I smile to myself, glancing back at Dominic who's hurrying for a machete in the Cornucopia. I see the boys from One and Nine heading for the same one, but the one from Nine gets there first and grabs it, then darts off.

I can't help but smirk at Dominic's annoyed expression. But I quickly refocus and grab the bag off the crate, snatching the knife beside it. I quickly stick the knife in my belt and turn to run.

But a terrified shriek pierces the air. I whip around and see the girl from One pulling her spear from Corinth. My young district partner crumples to the ground in a pool of blood.

The overwhelming rage I feel is nothing like I've ever felt before, Corinth was innocent. She did nothing, she didn't deserve this. And the girl from One doesn't deserve to live.

Without even thinking, I charge at the girl and tackle her away from Corinth. We both tumble to the ground and I grab the knife from my belt quickly. The girl stares at me with a mask of fury. I ignore the glint of fear in her eye and raise the knife to stab her, but someone firmly grabs my wrist, stopping the knife inches from her chest.

Before I can even see who it is, the knife is viciously yanked from my hand and I'm dragged off of the One girl. I lash out at my attacker but find myself pinned against one of the stone buildings before I even register what's happening.

"You shouldn't have messed with me," a menacing voice growls.

I try to knee my attacker in the stomach, shouting furiously at him.

But the next thing I know I'm violently slammed against the side of something hard. Sudden bright light explodes across my vision and I'm aware of a dull pain spreading across the back of my head. I blink, realizing I'm now on the ground, and think to myself that I want to get up. But I feel confused, my thoughts seem all wrong.

I can't move. And the pain gets weaker until I can barely feel it.

The bright light gradually fades to darkness.


Burton "Burt" Meloro, 18

District 12 Male


I sprint away from all the fighting, swiftly making my way toward the back of the Cornucopia where we will meet. I don't bother trying to slow down to get other supplies. The whole point of this alliance was to split all the supplies we could carry then go.

I'll just say I didn't have time to grab my own bag.

I quickly scramble around the side of the Cornucopia, waiting for a moment, gasping for air. I'm the first one to arrive, I hope I'm not the only one. I questioned Wren's plan at first, thinking that it was just some plot to get us caught by the careers and killed. No one really likes to stay at the Bloodbath.

My chest starts to get tighter and icy fear grips my heart.

Not this.

But sure enough the loud, terrible hacking coughs come to me. I stumble toward the Cornucopia and lean against it, gasping and trying desperately to stop my coughing. It's no doubt drawing attention. I just hope the others get to me before the careers do.

But do I really?

I know that even if they come, so will the careers, and they could get killed. I can't win anyway so why bring anyone with me? I keep coughing, my lungs screaming for air that I can't get in. I try breathing in but choke, sliding to the ground. I hear light footsteps rush around the side of the Cornucopia then stop. I manage to glance over my shoulder, seeing the confused boy from Four staring at me with a small version of a trident in his hands.

The trident isn't as big as the ones in the training center, and probably isn't all that reliable, in fact it looks more like a spear. But it's no doubt very lethal, especially in the hands of that boy.

For some reason, I'm glad it's him and not anyone from One or Two. They'd try to make a show out of my death, this kid from Four seemed to have at least some morals.

I know I'm going to die. Why suffer through the Games and try when I know it's no use?

"Please," I rasp, gasping and coughing.

I want to die now. Quickly and hopefully painlessly. I don't want to live like this anymore.

The boy looks even more confused, but glances over his shoulder toward the fighting. Then he nods and steps forward without hesitation. He was probably going to kill me anyway.

"I respect you." he says quietly.

Bright spots flash across my vision. I feel a quick pain in my chest, my coughing stops abruptly and the boy quickly steps back. I try to breathe in but it's still as hard as it was when I was coughing.

Still, the pain begins to fade slightly and I fall to the side. The boy glances at the trident for a brief moment, as if with disbelief then he blinks quickly and dashes off to join the other careers.

For a very brief moment, I can get a full breath in.

But then I sigh and drift into the growing darkness.


Michael Comstock, 14

District 5 Male


I stare in horror as Dominic viciously slams the boy from Six into the cracked building. The Six boy collapses heavily and Dominic turns to me, but grabs the dead boy's bag and knife then darts away, leaving me alone. I step back in horror then snap myself out of my stupor.

I'm just standing in the middle of all the fighting!

Someone suddenly sprints right in front of me, shoving a bag into my hands then pulls me forward slightly before hurrying toward the back of the Cornucopia. I stare at the bag in surprise then recognize the retreating figure as Mirabelle.

I quickly swing the pack over my shoulder and dart forward after her, glancing over my shoulder to make sure we aren't being followed. For a moment, I hesitate before continuing to follow Mirabelle.

The boy from Four sprints around the other side of the Cornucopia, I wonder if he just killed Mirabelle. Or Wren. What if he killed all of them?

I urge myself forward and turn the corner to the back of the Cornucopia but what I see next causes me to gasp sharply in surprise.

One of our allies, Burt, is laying on the ground, dead.

My stomach flips and I quickly step back, my vision darkening. Wren suddenly grabs my shoulders and shakes me, her face serious and her voice distant. Her eyes however, are filled with pain.

"Michael?" she hisses. "Michael! Listen to me. Don't look at him."

I focus my attention on her, my breathes coming in shallow gasps.

"Don't look at him." she repeats, her voice shaking slightly.

Tears fill her eyes but she lets go of my shoulders quickly and turns to the others. I groan and clutch my stomach, forcing myself not to look. The girl from Nine, Juniper, is waiting impatiently in between Mirabelle and Dye. She looks over her shoulder toward the buildings worriedly, as if looking for someone.

"Here's what we have." Wren says, quickly laying out the supplies. "Take what you want."

She keeps her large bag but picks up some wire. I'm content with the bag Mirabelle gave me, but I take one of the smaller knives, placed beside two larger ones. The girl from Nine snatches up the biggest knife, then grabs a small pack, backing away from us.

"We don't go after each other until tomorrow?" she asks, eyeing us carefully.

Wren nods uncomfortably.

"Only if you want to come after us." she adds.

Mirabelle's eyes darken and she looks at all of us guiltily. She shakes her head and takes the second knife.

"I won't be..." she says quietly.

It looks like she might say "Not yet" but she stays quiet. Juniper looks at us all again, giving us a grateful look, then darts away with her supplies, not looking back.

Dye watches her go then hurriedly gathers up his backpack and the sword he managed to swipe from inside the Cornucopia. I find myself backing away, clutching the knife tightly, then turn my back as Wren and Dye start to run off.

Mirabelle runs West, like me but then disappears behind a tall building.

I hear more shouting and screaming coming from behind me, and I quickly cover my ears, just running. Tears sting my eyes, but I don't stop.

I'm alive.


Dye Rollins, 15

District 8 Male


I run North with Wren, sprinting a bit ahead of her. I know we're not supposed to stick together and actually be allies, but I wish we could. At least I know I can trust her and I don't want to go through the Games alone.

But I'll respect her choice of going it solo. I keep running, leaping over the wide crack in the road, but hear a terrified cry of pain. I whip around and see the girl from Two standing over Wren, holding a dagger.

Wren is clutching a long cut across her torso, her hands covered in blood. It doesn't appear to be a deep wound, but she's bleeding heavily. Before I even know what I'm doing I hurry towards her, blocking the Two girl's next strike.

Wren gasps quietly and scrambles away from us, grabbing her knife and pack.

"Run!" I shout to her. "Run!"

I struggle to swing the heavy sword at the girl from Two who ducks under it quickly. She growls in frustration when Wren gets up and darts away.

I slip my heavy backpack off my shoulders and hit the girl over the head with it. She roars in pain and anger and falls over, getting back to her feet quickly. But I never saw the boy from One coming to assist her.

I lash out at him quickly, nicking his arm with the weapon. The boy hisses in pain I try to swing the sword at him and run, but he grabs the weapon and rips it out of my grip. I quickly back up to run after Wren, but the boy thrusts the sword at me.

Fiery pain spreads through my abdomen and into my chest and I fall onto my back heavily. I roll over, clutching my stomach, feeling my hands become wet with my own blood. But seeing Wren escape, knowing that I helped her.

It's all worth it. Dying is worth it.

Giving an ally a chance is worth it.

I gasp a few times, still trying to breathe normally, but I know it won't do any good.

My family I know will be okay with this end. They wouldn't want me back a different person anyway.

I get to die as myself, not even the Capitol can change that.

Bright light starts to creep around the edges of my vision, then everything fades out of focus.


Alastair Brindley, 16

District 7 Male


I hurriedly run for the axe leaning against the side of the Cornucopia. Others rush beside, in front or behind me. But I can't make out anyone specific.

There's a loud scream to my right.

I refuse to look and ignore it to keep running for the axe. That's all I need, if I can get an axe and cut down the careers before they reach the Cornucopia and get their weapons, then I could win this thing easily.

My district partner runs for the bag next to the axe, grabbing it quickly, but fumbles with it for a second, then she runs off. I grab the axe and start to run for the careers, at first not noticing that the girl from Four has a firm grip on the axe as well. But once she looks up and sees me she quickly lets go and scrambles back, tripping over her feet.

I approach with the axe in hand, but the girl from Three quickly darts in front of me and I feel a quick pressure on the back of my ankles, sending me to the ground.

The Three girl quickly hauls the girl from Four to her feet and the two sprint off together, the girl from Four glancing back at me fearfully. I growl and look down finding that my feet are tangled up in some sort of wire that the girl tripped me with. I cut the wire with the axe quickly then leap to my feet only to run right into the boy from Two.

He scowls viciously, gripping a long sword in his hand then swings it at me. I quickly bring up the axe and block the forceful blow, then I try to go for his feet with the axe.

The boy jumps over the axe and his foot flashes up, then bright spots float across my vision, pain blossoming around my nose and mouth. It takes me a moment to register that he just kicked me in the face and that I'm now on the ground, the axe a few feet away from me.

I try to reach out and grab it but before I can someone else already snatches it up and sneers at me. The girl from One.

She sees someone else though and jumps over me, rushing back to the Cornucopia with my axe and her spear. I'm then aware of Two still standing over me with the sword and I quickly roll out of the way, barely avoiding the strike. The sword nicks my shoulder, I try to get to my feet.

But the career brings the sword down on me.

I don't feel any pain surprisingly, just a brief pressure in my chest, then it goes away and I tumble back to the ground. Black spots swarm across my vision, I try to refocus my eyes, but I can't move. For a moment I don't feel anything.

Then I feel disappointment. I let my district down.

I let my family down.

Then everything goes dark.


Eleanor Brightwood, 12

District 12 Female


I try to run to the Cornucopia, but I trip over almost every crack in the road. Everyone is already in front of me, grabbing things, fighting, killing. Corinth is already dead, so is Damion.

I quickly look away, feeling tears sting my eyes but I don't stop running. I see a bag and a small knife, right there on the ground, right on the edge of a large crack. No one else is going for it so I will.

The careers are already inside the Cornucopia, grabbing their weapons and spreading out to start fighting with anyone they can find. Maybe I can grab something from in there while they're preoccupied.

I can't. The girl from Two snatches a dagger from off a crate and stays near the good supplies, guarding it from anyone who may try to get any of it. I run for the bag, grab it in my hands then snatch the knife, stuffing it into the large pocket of my coat. Then I run.

For a brief moment, fear overwhelms me when the girl from Two sees me. But she doesn't pursue, she instead stays by the supplies, just watching me go. I sight with relief, leaping over a large crack, almost making it past the pedestals and into the city. I'm in the clear.

I try to jump over another crack, but suddenly someone grabs the backpack and yanks me back, throwing me to the ground. I let out a scream of surprise and try to run, but whoever it is grabs me again.

I quickly slip myself free from the backpack and fumble with the knife in my pocket, taking it out. I whip around just in time to dodge the One girl's spear. The weapon whizzes past my ear and clatters to the ground behind me. The girl growls and lunges at me, trying to rip the knife from my grip. I keep a good hold on it, and in a moment of pure panic, kick the girl in the knee. Hard.

She shouts in pain and stumbles back. But then she glares and leaps at me, sending us both to the ground. I fall onto my back painfully, desperately trying to keep my hold on the knife. But the girl is older, much stronger, trained.

She shoves me away and grabs the knife, rolling on top of me. I can't help but scream in fear, trying to get away from her, but she brings the knife down.

It hurts for a second, but not for as long as I would think.

The only thing that flashes across my mind is Ace, and our old home. The thought of being able to see her again, actually makes me happy. I don't have regrets like I thought I would.

And I don't really have anyone to miss, or anyone who would miss me.

So I'm okay with this. I guess it was inevitable anyway.

A bright white flashes in front of my eyes, and then the blurry street fades.


Alexa Satin, 16

District 8 Female


The throwing knives attached to the bright yellow bag sits against one of the large crates the girl from Two is now guarding. But if I don't get that I can count myself out.

The careers have already spread out, tributes already lay motionless on the ground, one of them being my district partner. Guilt grips my heart but I quickly shove the feeling away. There was nothing I could have done to help him.

I slow down, hesitating slightly the closer I get to the knives, but I still keep running. The girl from Two could kill me if I go for them. Why am I being so stupid?

But I keep sprinting for them anyway. Suddenly, someone darts around the back of the Cornucopia and hurries past the girl from Two, diverting her attention. I recognize him as the boy from Three. The girl scowls and turns, hurrying after him.

I seize the moment and force myself to move faster, I try to not to breathe so loudly, but I can't help it. I grab up the backpack and the knives then quickly turn, glancing over my shoulder every few feet in fear that I'm being pursued.

The girl from One is busy fighting the girl from Twelve, and the boy from Two finishes off the one from Seven. I rush past them, glad that I haven't stolen their attention.

I see the two from Ten disappearing down the street, and the pair from Nine I saw meet up earlier are long gone.

I glance back once more and see that the boy from Three has narrowly escaped with a bow and a small pack, but only a few arrows are held in his hand. He must not have been able to get the whole quiver. The girl from Two starts chasing after him, but she stops after he leaps over a large crack and disappears behind a building.

I quickly turn back around and keep running, by now I'm surely far enough away. They won't chase after me, but they might remember what direction I'm headed. But why would they go after me first?

They won't.

I quickly turn the corner, splashing over a deep, murky puddle. The tall skyscrapers line the wide, dirty street, and pieces of the crumbling buildings litter the sidewalk. My foot snags on the mass of vegetation that covers the ground and I fall.

I glance over my shoulder, but to my surprise, I'm further than I thought. I don't see the Cornucopia anymore, I turned enough corners to throw off the careers if they did decide to come after me. It felt like every time my back was turned they were chasing me. That they were only a few feet away from me. But they weren't.

They never were.

I let out a shuddering sob and bury my face in my hands, quickly brushing the tears from my eyes.

I'm alive. I'm okay.

I take a few minutes to catch my breath then look around and up. A soft drizzle has started, the clouds drift lazily over the sky, blocking the sun. I shiver slightly, whether from relief or from the chill of the soft rain.

I glance further down the road and see that there are numerous street signs and other streets leading away from the main road. There are many directions that the streets go, and I feel like I'll just get confused if I try to follow them right away.

Instead of continuing on, I look across the street at a boarded up building with shattered in windows. The planks of wood block the door and most of the windows, but there appears to be large enough gaps between the wood for a person of my size to slip through.

I grab one of the knives attached to my bag and use it to cut away the plants tangled around my ankle. I get to my feet, my legs shaking so hard that I feel I may fall over again.

But I keep my balance and stumble over to the building, squeezing through the boards. Broken glass crunches beneath my boots when I get into the building. The room is dark and empty, the damp air smelling of dirt and mildew.

The ripped furniture is overturned and broken, but I manage to push the wobbly table over to the door, using it to create a sort of barrier until I am ready to leave.

Then I collapse in the corner, gripping the knife and watching the door carefully. My hands shake and my ankle throbs painfully from when I tripped.

But I'm alive.


A/N: Whoa! I think I died a little inside. I can't believe I just killed tributes. huh. wow. Well anyway.

I hope you guys enjoyed, as it was a little difficult to kind of capture the moment of the bloodbath, hope I did it okay. I know only 6 tributes died, but hey :3

I decided to respect that some of you guys were like: "Well they could be bloodbath but I don't really want them to..." so yeah, if you were expecting your tribute to die but they didn't that's just because I wanted to actually listen to you guys xD

Now this... ;-;


{Eulogies}


[24th Place]

District 6: Corinth Lopez, 13

AAAARRGGHH! Corinth was so adorable and wonderful. She was submitted as a bloodbath, although I really kind of grew attached to her while writing. She had a tragic background, but with a brother and a Maggie that still wanted to see her come home. Writing her death was pretty hard, and we almost considered having her make it past the bloodbath, but then we decided that she couldn't win anyway. Having her go through the arena and witnessing the bloodbath would have just been kind of cruel ;3;, so we had her die first so she didn't have to actually see much violence. We all love Corinth and will miss her but she's in a way better place now.

Thank you to the wonderful {QueenOfAsgard} for sending us Corinth.

{Family Fact: Mordecai never got into drugs, he was of course very devastated to see Corinth die, but Maggie helped him and the two became very close and helped each through their loss of (the amazing) Corinth.}


[23rd Place]

District 6: Damion Baskerville, 16

Alright I'm pretty sure we all saw this coming. The pessimist, the ill-tempered one, the one submitted as bloodbath that everyone secretly loved and was awesome. Damion was really awesome to write, I actually really enjoyed it because he had so much potential for character development. I personally believe, that Damion was a character that had some of the most character development throughout the story, and you really saw that with his interactions with Corinth. Some authors don't like the pessimistic bloodbath tributes and just kind of use them as fillers, but I didn't really feel that way with Damion since he had a lot more depth than people saw. He wasn't just a hot-headed jerk face with a terrible outlook on life. Well maybe he was in the beginning, but in the end he turned out to be a really decent guy, with just an tragic, unfortunate background. But he finally gets to be with his family ;-;

So, thank you so very much to the fantasteriffic {pandabear145} for sending in a character with so much potential.

{Family Fact: Damion doesn't have any family, but he did have Tori who he thought hated him. In truth, Tori felt very guilty that she didn't go to say goodbye to Damion, so she started raising money to see if she could sponsor him to get a message to him in the Games. Unfortunately, he died before he could get it. But Tori did actually care very deeply for Damion, even though he thought she didn't.}


[22nd Place]

District 12: Burton "Burt" Meloro, 18

I think you knew he was going to die... I just didn't know some of you knew he'd die this early. Some of you did though, you called it right away so, *gives golden cookies*. But Burt was a tough choice, he was one of those guys that could go either way. He was strong, but also had a pretty bad disadvantage with his cough. Liz and I went back and forth on whether we wanted him to live or not. He was such an awesome guy too, and his family was really dependent on him. But he was never capable of killing, he was a gentle giant to those who didn't threaten him. I feel really bad seeing him go, as he was a really fun character to write. But at least he doesn't have to suffer through life anymore.

Thank you once again to the still wonderful {Queen Of Asgard} for sending in Burt, he was awesome to write :)

{Family Fact: Burt's family obviously grieved over the loss of Burt, but it still really brought them together. Burt's mother finally ended up getting a job, and was able to keep supporting her family. Burt's nightmare of his family dying of starvation without him didn't come true.}


[21st Place]

District 8: Dye Rollins, 15

Okay, Dye was pretty much the most amazing person ever and I really enjoyed writing him. He was submitted as a bloodbath tribute but I really loved him anyway, and I think all of you did too. He was so kind and chivalrous, writing him was just a joy. He was so great but in reality he probably couldn't have won anyway :( He was too caring and gentle to have done any real harm to anyone. I would have loved to keep him around as, once again he was just such a solid tribute, but him saving Wren was probably the best possible way for him to go. Born a hero, died a hero ;-;. Ily Dye.

Thanks a ton to the phenomenal {TranscendentElvenRanger} for submitting him.

{Family Fact: Dye's mother and step-father Twyer's shared pain of losing Dye brought them much closer together. 5 year old Paylor, {SHES A GIRL} watched Dye... die... and became inspired to get involved with the rebels. She obviously grew up to be Commander Paylor.}


[20th Place]

District 7: Alastair Brindley, 16

We're evil gremlin-authors aren't we? I bet only one or two of you saw this coming. Alastair was great in every way, he was a fantastic, hardworking guy that lived an honest life. He wanted to actually earn his money and everything he got. He was really skilled, smart, he could use an axe, both his parents were victors. He seemed like the obvious victor, right? That's part of the reason why he ended up dying in the bloodbath. All those things that made him so fortunate and actually gave him a shot in the Games, but also put a huge target on his back, the Careers would not have let him live very long, nor would anyone who's smart This was for sure a hard choice for Liz and I, but it seemed like the right one. Although I didn't really write Alastair all that much, when I did he was fun. RIP fam ;-;

Thank you to the wonderful {Queen Of Asgard} for sending in a character that we all enjoyed.

{Family Fact: Alastair's mother was devastated by the loss of her son, but grew a stronger bond with Alice. Alastair succeeded in keeping his sister out of the Games, but not exactly in the way he was hoping for. Alice saw the true horrors of the Games, and never volunteered to go in. She was never Reaped either.}


[19th Place]

District 12: Eleanor Brightwood, 12

Oh Eleanor. Why do you have to be so tragic? Even though she was kind of depressing to write, I still found myself really interested by her backstory. She was a fighter and didn't do anything but survive, even though she had nothing and no one to survive for besides her dog. She was very puzzling, and Liz and I both found ourselves really immersed while writing her because she just had so much depth and potential. She was fiercely loyal to anyone who stood up for her, probably because she felt like she needed to return to favor. She was so adorable and I really grew on her while writing, I really don't want to see her go, but realistically, she couldn't have made it past the bloodbath... Sorry District 12 ;-;.

Thank you to the awesome {Avery Silverwood} for submitting Eleanor!

{Family Fact: Eleanor's parents are the most terrible people ever for abandoning her. Ace the dog waited for Eleanor to come back, but she eventually went out to look for her. She was then taken in by a nice family who took care of her. A few weeks later, around the same time as Eleanor, she died peacefully from really old age with a family who loved her.}


[Kill List]


District 1:

Hera Dansen: 2 {Corinth Lopez and Eleanor Brightwood}

Nathaniel Silver: 1 {Dye Rollins}

District 2:

Oscar James: 1 {Alastair Brindley}

District 4:

Whale Isaacson: 1 {Burton Meloro}

District 11:

Dominic Waters: 1 {Damion Baskerville}


Alliances:

The Careers: (D1) Hera Dansen, Nathaniel Silver, (D2) Alenia Duprix, Oscar James, (D4) Whale Isaacson

Misunderstood: (D3) Techalea Rose Cable, (D4) Andromeda "Andy" Whitmore

To Trust or Not to Trust: (D9) Bellamy Grey, Juniper Bow

Hope and Happiness: (D10) Grace Urlwin, Kaleb Darton


A/N: (You don't have to answer all if you don't want to LOL)

Any surprises?

Who will you miss the most? The least?

Anyone you wished would have died?

Anyone you're happy didn't die?

Where do you think the surviving tributes will end up?

Welp uuuh... we'll try to get the next day out to go guys when we can :D It'll probably be within the next two days ^-^

There will be a poll posted in the next few days asking about some of your favorite tributes :D, we'll let you know when it's posted, but just something to think about in the meantime :)

Have a great day!

~ Anna :D