You're going to hate me after this.

Nico Lenho, District 9

"He could have just been that, you know. A dream," Mira murmured. Just as she said that, the boy from District Eleven slipped seemingly out of nowhere in our line of view. His dark emo-y hair hung in his face. Wow, it must be so flippy. Like hey how the (flip) are you? Oh, I'm (flip) fine. (Flip) Cool.

"So, we help you do this and then we all split, right?" Mira asked. Jaz nodded, his hair swishing with the movement. Swish, swish. Mira is such a worrier around me. I'm not a little kid, really, I'm a year younger than her, fifteen. She's even shorter than me and I have a wiry build.

Jaz gestured us over and I followed behind he and Mira. He and Mira. I don't think that sounds right. "It may or may not work, but it's worth a shot."

"And if it doesn't?"

The boy shrugged, eyes flashing an alarming yellow as he glanced back. "You can try to kill us. Just remember we'll fight back." Fair enough. A skip and jump later, Jaz pounded up a flight of metal stairs to the top of a building. Whoa, I could see the main tent from here! All forty feet away. The clouds swarmed unnaturally in the sky and a tiny teenager stood staring hard.

"Dang it," she mumbled, the clouds drifting apart. Her darkly tanned skin reminded me of toast. Toast I ate back at the Capitol before I was shipped to this hell hole. That's how nice her skin was.

"Mim, here's Nico. Nico, this is Mimosa." I waved to the girl. She waved kindly back, frowning up at the sky.

"What's the basic idea?" I asked, stretching out my legs. Mimosa looked to Jaz who sighed wearily.

"Mim is trying to make a tornado," he said with a flip of his hair. "But she can't get the air currents going fast enough to do it. I don't know how it could help but-"

"You want me to run around in a circle?" I asked. "Hey, what I was born to do." Mimosa smiled and Mira rolled her eyes.

The District Eleven girl began staring hard at the sky. The clouds swirled together. Without breaking a sweat, I spead around her. Mira glared as I flicked a strand of her short black hair several times before she had the sense to try to smack me. Chuckling I continued on.

Jaz waved his hand, and I skidded to a stop, wearing at my boots. "It's not working." His district partner panted heavily and I stood thinking for a moment. The clouds are up in the air. I surely can't run around in the air.

"C'mon, I have an idea." Without waiting for an answer, I sprinted down the steps. The others were still blinking to process this when I reached the ground.

They tagged along, slowly but surely. "You can do that fear thingy, right Jaz?" The kid stopped in place, eyebrows knitting together in worry.

"It's not just something I can make effect one person. It disperses." The two girls crossed their arms, staring down at their feet.

"Well, today is that day for us to get over our fears."

Hunter Faye, District 2

So...bored...

Devmani and Rodney don't trust me. Seriously, who died and made them ultimate cool leaders of our group? Nobody. Dev hasn't even killed any one. And I want another kill. Grr.

Ronnie, eh, he's alright. Just as bored as me. Shuffling around on my feet, I jutted my chin towards him. "Want to go kill things while the other buttheads are out trying to kill people?" He raised his eyebrows at me, cracking his knuckles.

"Sure, why not?"

Trint Nevlin, District 3

"Why do they always decide where we go?" a girl's voice asked.

Peeking around the curtain of a face painting area, I saw a small group traveling together. My eyes narrowed curiously. Several of the members were walking on all fours, and a mass of black and white. Not shocking. I've honestly seen stranger. This is the Mutant Games after all.

"Never underestimate the pandas," the red headed boy answered. Within saying that, the thickest one stuck a nose in the air, growling. Great. Snitched by a panda.

Red Head's body swung around, just to where I was. Might as well. Raising my crossbow, I stepped out, taking aim and launching the arrow out at the girl. Her reflexes didn't seem as sharp, and easier of a kill.

A panda not much smaller than the first rushed in the way, slamming into it full force. It sank to the ground with a thud. District Five boy's eyes widened and he kneeled beside the creature. It roared in pain before its eyes slid shut, unanswering to its master's pleads. About time one of these things died.

The girl backed away, the other two pandas crowding protectively around her. The male nudged Five, who just waved him away, pulling a sword out.

"I still don't know where he got the sword," the girl whispered to the smallest panda. She shook her head, the girl, most likely realizing she had been talking to a panda.

"You. Killed. The panda." His mouth twitched. "You'll. Fucking. Pay." I raised my hands up and he raised his sword.

Then, suddenly, it flew from his hand. Tents and cars of nearby rides were thrown about. What the hell?

The girl's eyes spread wide in fear. "Twister!" She of all people would know. Ten, I believe. In the same moment, she and Five were knocked aside, along with the pandas. A heard a solid crack, followed by the firing of a cannon.

I sprinted off but Five's feet traveled after me, having found solid ground. "I'm not done with you. YOU FUCKING KILLED BUBBA!" Who would name a panda Bubba? I flew around a corner, Five's voice lost in a whirl of wind.

Devmani Crews, District 1

A tornado? They're throwing a tornado at us?

I bobbed and weaved through the tossed about debris. Felicity and Rodney were wrapped up in each other's arms, Rodney guiding the girl through. A cannon fired, a shock of sound causing a shutter under my feet.

"Who guys alright?" I shouted, choking on the taste of gemstones and dirt in my mouth. Maybe a tinge of popcorn.

"No," whipped around to my ears. I'll take that as a still alive, but this sucks. Ditto on that. I stumbled through a push door, stumbling into a echoey room. Bathroom, apparently. My nose recoiled at the smell, but admittedly better than the porta potties I have smelled around here. The smooth tiles buzzed beneath my feet, but the walls were holding up.

Please, have the others die out there. It would be a lot easier. If plan B options were still usable after this, and after tonight, I'll be ditching this damn group in a heart beat.

Mira Fox, District 9

It actually worked. Actually worked.

Nico had gotten the idea of running on the upper ring of the circus tent, creating the air force above. I just went along with the kid. His jittery exterior was annoying the hell at me, and if I said no, I'd never hear the end of it.

I saw the funnel begin to form, and as it solidified, Nico zipped down, tugged me onto his back and ran away. I have no idea what happened to the other two. Don't care, they can figure it out themselves.

He got to the edge, to a fence, and he dropped me off, panting for breath. "That. Was. Awesome." He sat up straighter, smiling. "Epic, in even more epic-er terms."

I couldn't help but smile at him. "Yes, very. I can't believe it worked." Nico was sort of enjoyable, when I got over the little kid appearance drilled into my skull. Tall, wiry, a light speckling of freckles on his cheeks. Sort of...cute.

"I can't believe how heavy you are," he commented, stretching his back. My mouth turned down, scowling. Okay, annoying again.

Mimosa Thistle, District 11

I waved my arms about. But it couldn't stop. I couldn't stop it.

The other three had already ran away. The chaos, I assumed, was done unfolding, a cannon firing somewhere. The Cornucopia lay, wrecked (I was almost stabbed several times by various blades) and the food looked ruined too.

I just couldn't stop the tornado. Touching into the source, a block seemed to keep the electric feeling from running through my veins.

Rushing outside of the skeleton of the tent (the drapes tugged right off), I tried focusing in on the upper cloud. Stop, just stop. This has never happened before. Although, I've never made a tornado.

Squeezing shut my eyes, I demanded for it to stop. Stop, just stop. Gah...

The shock of electricity shuttered through me. But with it brought a shackle of pain. I fell to my knees, keeping from shouting in pain.

"Oh, hey, you made it stop. Thanks." I looked up to answer the person. Then the panic set in on who it was. The girl from Two.

I tried to kick her knee out but striking the limb, she plainly looked down, as if I were a mere ant crawling up her leg. "Um, ow?"

She pulled a shining knife from her pocket. My butt skidded back, trying to stand but she just pounded down, slamming a foot onto my stomach. It planted hard, and no wiggling in the world can get me out from underneath.

The girl smiled. "Okay, I'll cut here," she swiped the knife across my cheek, the sting making my eyes water. "Maybe, ooh, momento." She kneeled down, and tugged my ear. I cried out in pain as she sawed through my ear.

"Stop!" I screeched. "Please, stop!"

My head felt lighter. My stomach squelched at the sight of my unattached body part and she cocked her head curiously at me. "Begging? For mercy? Wow, I am one awesome Career."

The knife drove into my chest, and sank slowly in. My nerves shivered away and my sight felt tunneled. The last thing I saw was that girl's face. Her horrible grinning, yet slightly bored, face.

Three deaths. And you're all probably mainly crushed about Bubba. I knew you'll hate me.

Devmani Crew, District One ~(Hunter, Ron, Felicity, Rodney)...for now
Kazu Hokoshi, District One (killed by Erone)
Hunter Faye, District Two ~(Devmani, Ron, Felicity, Rodney)
Ronneir "Ron" Tammel, District Two ~(Devmani, Hunter, Felicity, Rodney)
Leanara Gee, District Three (neck snapped by Ron)
Trint Nevlin, District Three
Felicity Lissette Lebedev, District Four
~(Devmani, Hunter, Ron, Rodney)
Rodney Calder, District Four
~(Devmani, Hunter, Ron, Felicity)
Cynthia O'Meara, District Five (speared in the stomach with a trident by Rodney)
Aries Prospero, District Five
Lysemet Sprintyarrow, District Six (killed by Trint's death touch)
Kalel Lepios, District Six
~(Harmony)
Skylar Hawkins, District Seven (killed by Trint's death touch)
Derrick Young, District Seven
~(Fiona, Ip)
Harmony Curr, District Eight
~(Kalel)
Erik "Nugget" Traub, District Eight (crushed by pirate ship ride)
Mira Fox, District Nine ~(Nico)
Nico Lenho, District Nine
~(Mira)
Melissa "Lissa" Arno, District Ten (head smashed after tornado)
Till Yarrow, District Ten (hacked apart by Hunter)
Mimosa Thistle, District Eleven (Hunter's maiming and dagger through chest)
Jasper "Jaz" Martinez, District Eleven

Olive Quaker, District Twelve
Erone Thorn, District Twelve
Fiona C. Flycactus, District Thirteen
~(Derrick, Ip)
Ippetra "Ip" Z. Flycactus, District Thirteen
~(Derrick, Fiona)