Apparently, I do have internet connection (cue old timey applause). YAY! Ha, now you're stuck with me even more. I've been writing a POV an evening. (P.S. Chinatown scared me...)

Drale Shetler, District 10 Tribute

I woke up and the first thing I became aware of; the stones weren't blowing. Instantly, my sanity creaked back into place, my thoughts clear and precise. Robyn, I realized, sat just outside the Cornucopia, staring up at the sky. Right before entering the arena, she cut her hair short, and her pale skin glowed slightly in the light of the a little bit less than full moon.

Walking out, I gazed up along side her. The kid from Eleven's face glowed out above us before the night faded again.

"Whoelse is gone?" I asked, crouching down next to Robyn. She seemed it a little startled but mute.

"Jayden's dead. Along with Quint, and the girls from 5 and 7." I could understand her being a little distraught after Jayden's death. It such feels weird. Me, honestly, didn't expect Tanya to die any time soon. If anything, I'd expect me to die first. But you never know.

We stared in silence before the resounding blare of trumpets thundered out. My heavy eyes flickered up. Message time.

My mind whirred as I took in what was being said. Yes, we're pretty sure we know we're alive. Yes, those were mutts. Yes, there's a Feast, even though it's kind of early in the Games, and Ms. Achene and Mr. Shetler should run.

Wait. Holy shi-

Robyn tugged me back and that small movement may have saved our lives (for now). Because just that second, a trembling occurred in the ground, followed by the flames and shattering sound of an explosion. The ground left my feet underneath me, and reclaimed my back with a hard impact. I coughed, and I was pretty sure there was some speckling of blood in there. The ringing in my ears echoed off and the night sky glared a murderous red above my head.

Robyn's head rested on my chest, and for the slightest of moments, I worried she may not be alive. But after a rattling breath of smoky air swept into my lungs, I layed my head back down, only slightly relieved.

I stroked her short blonde strands, trying to keep hold of consciousness. We just layed there, the smell of smoke and burning hair (and maybe scorched metal) drifting about, the sparks of flame dancing in the corner's of our vision.

I sat up, Robyn's head plopping down into my lap. "Stay with me!" I shouted, my voice sounding far away. I managed to shuffle a couple of feet away, leaning against a nearby tree.

"Are we still alive?" Robyn asked, her voice raw and raspy. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my waist from me pulling us away. I propped her up, head limp like a ragdoll, falling tiredly on my shoulder.

I nodded. "Yeah," I said mutely. "Woo, fucking, hoo."

Filler Charlesworthe, District 4 Tribute

Upon hearing the mention of a Feast, me and Cadette locked eyes. From so far off, we could still feel the rumbling of some sort of explosion. Dammit, sounds like it wasn't so lethal.

We stood, scooping up what make shift weapons we had and darted off. The stones were gone, to my great relief, but finding the Cornucopia would be a little harder. For me, not so much, once we found a familiar route.

My sights landed on a gnarled, knobby willow. A rough hour and maybe little less than a half had passed, and from this point, the golden horn was not too far off.

Branches and thorns tore at my jeans, the dark lighting sending false scares and shadows across my vision. Grabbing hold of a thin tree, I swung around, the rough bark stabbing my palm, but I didn't quite care. This is where the blood will be shed. And it sure as hell won't be mine.

Suddenly, a cannon fired. For a moment, I skid to a stop, Cadette slamming in behind me. Enough force sent us falling.

"Ow," Cadette whined on top of me, her head resting on that spot between my shoulder blades. "Thanks for stopping."

"Thanks for paying attention where you're going." We kind of just layed there, not really in the mood to stand again. I eased myself onto my back, Cadette flipping onto her back next to me.

"I'll get up if you do," Cadette puffed, the cold air fogging her breath. A curious little idea popped into my head.

"Really?" I said, twisting my head and raising an eyebrow. "Fine."

I rolled onto my knees, straddling over Cadette while pinning her arms to either side of her. She bucked her head, beret smacking my face. Damn, that thing got some distance.

I leaned down, shifting her arms so they were on either side of her head. "We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Kiss me, and I'll let you up. That, or I'll crush your lungs. Take your pick."

Cadette glared at me. "If the lungs is the easy way then just kill me know. And why the hell would I kiss you?"

I smiled. "I know it'll make you squirm. Come on, just one little kiss for your dear friend, Filler." I lowered my face, feeling her breath. My voice dropped. "If you really didn't want to kiss me, you would have managed to have gotten up by now."

Her blue eyes glanced behind me, flashing nervously. "Really, let's just get to the Cornucopia."

Finally, it fell into place. A crooked grin inched across my face. "Wait, I get it. You've never kissed any one." I let go, dropping over onto my side. Heavy, loud laughter echoed out among the woods.

"I have!" she screamed, but too fast, and a blush crept into her cheeks. "Just shut up!"

"Cadette's never kissed any one! Cadette's never kissed any one!" I singsonged. My sides were hurting now. "She'll die sad and alone!"

Suddenly, the girl leapt forward. Great, she's going to kill me now.

I opened my mouth to speak, but found her lips pressed to mine. A little sloppy, but still nice. I layed my hands on her hips, pulling her in. Cadette obviously had no idea what to do. Eventually, she pulled away.

"There, now I have," she said, standing and dusting herself off. "Now, let's go."

She marched off through the woods. I sat there, mouth agape like an idiot.

"Meow," I finally managed out.

Trey Canter, District 7 Tribute

From the moment they announced the Feast, I knew there'd be blood. It's the bloodbath that never happened.

Brooke and I instantly jumped up. A sinister smile danced on her lips, and I could practically imagine the other Career group doing the same thing. We started off wandering down the cliff. My stomach was rumbling from the thought of a Cornucopia full of food. Weapons, and toys.

A decent hour passed and Brooke tugged my arm. "We need to go that way," she pointed off, leaning on my arm. I shook my head.

"No, I'm pretty sure we go this way," I stated, ripping my arm away.

She shook her blonde curls. "Um, Trey, I'm positive we go the other way. You were too busy watching me to pay attention." I turned, facing her. This bitch was serious.

"You, my dear, must be mistaken, since you grew up in lively sunny District Four, which, by far as I know, has some lack of tree. I," I gestured towards myself, "was toughened and grown in District 7, which the main product is lumber. Lumber, if you don't really remember, my beautiful blonde, is from trees, which surround all of my district."

She stared at me before her jaw dropped. "Are you suggesting that I'm stupid?"

I smirked, flicking one of her short curls. "Well I ain't suggesting you're smart, that's for sure."

"Excuse me, then," she said haughtily. "I didn't realize you were so specialized in trees." She crossed her arms, waiting for me to answer.

"Just leave everything to me, sweetheart. Wouldn't want your little misguided head getting us lost." I started to turn when I heard it. Unmistakable and small; a sniffle.

I spun around, seeing Brooke's eyes glisten. "Why are you crying?" My left eye twitched.

"I am not," she retorted, her voice breaking and a small tear breaking through. She wiped it away, running a hand through her hair.

"Just stop, okay?" I demanded. "Really." Her eyes stared daggers off into the distance, more breaking away. Soft little sobs rumbled in her chest. Brooke then dropped her arms, reaching out and kissing me. I tried to answer but she was too rushed, the salty taste of tears making me wrench away.

I wrinkled my nose, wiping her drool away. "Brooke, just shut up, and stop the damn crying. We need to find the Cornucopia, the other four really hate our asses."

"Just, you love me, right?" I flinched away, taken aback by this question.

"Um, yeah, whatever, now let's go." I stepped away, but Brooke just latched onto my wrist.

"Say you love me. Say you'll never leave me."

I laughed. This girl had to be fucking kidding me. "Um, yeah, Brooke, don't kid yourself." Her face seemed to crumple. "I like you, and the past few days have been, well, really awesome, but these are the Hunger Games, one of us are gonna end up dead, and it sure as hell won't be me."

Her bottom lip quivered, and she pulled me in. "No, you're just acting stupid." A loud sob uttered out of her.

"Brooke, just-" She broke away, crossing her arms around her, hugging herself.

"Great. You think it. You think I'm a fat, ugly bitch."

"Brooke-"

"I'm nothing to you. I'm just a nobody." She sobbed harder, raking a hand through her tangled hair. "No one loves me. Not my mother, not even the Capitol. They just think I'm a fat, ugly-"

"I said shut it!" I roared. An angry surge of adrenaline rushed through my veins. I swung, my vision blurring in a haze. The sounds of screaming and an unsettling crack rang out, followed by silence.

Then the world shifted back into place. I rubbed my hands, finding a dark sticky liquid on it. I wiped the dirt from my face, and my stomach dropped as I examined Brooke.

Her body lay limp at the foot of a tree, red blood leaking from the back of her head. A line of blood smeared down the bark to where she lay, her curls darkening. I stepped back, hearing a loud Boom! For just a second, my mind flashed to a bloodied Dia, her vacant eyes still managing to stare daggers into me.

Brooke just looked sad and alone.

What the hell did I just do? I shook my head.

She would have died any way. I still had to win. The girl was just dragging me down. Turning, I walked off into the night. I'm always right, bitch. No one will ever question me again.

Tanya Ride, District 10 Tribute

More deaths in the sky. I hate the Capitol. I hate these Games. It's weird to think my life could just be over. Go straight to jail, do not pass go. Game Over, womp, womp, womp, woooomp. Dead end, and no returns. I'll never laugh with Megan again, never see the dusty grounds of District 10, never see the Avox known as my brother again. All those things I don't know, I'll never get to find out about.

Arianne sat, leaning her head against the stone wall. Off in the distance, I could see two figures running. Probably off to the Cornucopia. The place was just begging for bloodbath. First instinct had been to just stay. I could fight pretty well, and we had plenty of food.

But then I thought differently. It was that strange feeling I get sometimes in the back of my head. Megan calls it my "sixth sense."

I looked back at Arianne. "We're going to the Feast I stated." Her eyes flared up at me, the look of confusion and terror in her face. That's the first reaction I've gotten from her in the past some odd days.

"What? Why?"

"We just need to go. Trust me." I offered a hand out towards her, but she shuttered away.

"Looks like we're doing this the hard way." Arianne may have been a year older than me, but she was a little shorter, and a little lighter. Plus, I had a little bit better strength than most girls my age.

Grunting, I heaved her up, tossing her over my shoulder. The girl reacted with nothing, hanging limply on me. Her dark head bumped against my back.

"One agreement," Arianne called. "Let me stay out of the way." Reasonable enough.

More deaths...

Rimmer Kamerman, District 2

Nicholas Calloway, District 3

Brooke Liam, District 4. Death by cracked skull, caused by Asshat

Kaeden Whitrow, District 5

Dia Lockhart, District 5

Reeda "Ree" Kails, District 7

Quinten Wilkens, District 9

Jayden Crush, District 11

My "Mutant Games" is up. Go, go, go!