Well, I guess I will update one more time before I go to the beach. I'll do as much as I can, but I don't know how it'll turn out. Enjoy!

Zephyr Raine- D4 (29)

Did I join Ruby? Of course not. I'm going to kill the rest of these kids on my own, including her. I've followed the only two people still left in an alliance; Grey and Libby. I can see them not too far ahead of me, and they have no idea I'm here.

They're having some lame conversation about how sad the fight was. About how so many innocent people died. I smirk. None of them stood a chance in the first place. Grey and Libby will join them soon.

Grey Zillon- D8 (15)

The image of the black haired girl dying at my stroke will haunt me for the rest of my life. But I'm in the games. The rest of my life may not be very long.

"I can't believe I killed her," I say to Libby miserabley.

"I know. I'm sorry. Neither of us went into that fight prepared to kill," Libby answers. I nod, but it still bothers me. I guess it always will.

I hear a twig snap behind me. I whip around and find I'm face to face with the most deadly person in this arena. Zephyr Raine. I don't even have time to punch him before he slits my throat.

Libby Campbell- D11 (80)

I see Grey fall to the ground, dead. I saw Zephyr kill him. I shriek and take off before he can get to me too. I crash through the leafy bushes at full speed, but Zephyr is gaining on me. I keep running. I won't stop until I'm dead. But judging by how quickly he's catching up, that won't be very long.

He grabs my arm and sharply turns me around, putting his sword against my throat.

"And you thought you could run from me," he says. I close my eyes and know no more.

Vivian Snow

Five tributes left. These are probably the quickest games I've ever seen. This is only the third day, after all. The second fight really killed a lot of people off. The person I think will win is still living. After all these years of watching the games, I know a thing or two of how to predict a winner. It's not hard.

I'm going to try and get some sleep now. Dad has promised to wake me up the moment something exciting starts happening. But Zephyr Raine is on a mad rampage. I'll wager he'll at least be in the final two. He won't win though. Ruthless killing machines always lose to the people who don't deserve to win. It's another fact I've learned.

I walk into my room and plop on my water bed mattress and cover myself up with the soft pink silk sheets. I lay my head down on my pillow, and close my eyes. The next thing I know, dad is coming to get me and I race to the huge television in the family room.

That was another really short chapter, sorry! Four more people left to die. I might do that tonight, I might not. I'm not sure how to order the POV's since I have so little people left, and if I do someone's POV but they don't die, it's pretty much a sign that they're going to be the victor, so I apologize if the deaths seem a little rushed in the next chapters. I think there will be three more. Two more deaths in the next, and the final three will face off, drawn together by the evil birds. Or one might die from the birds, I haven't decided yet. REVIEW!

Oh, and I've started accepting tributes for my next story, the 100th Games, so check it out if you want to be in it!