Cemetery Plans

Day- Two

District Three

Micro Linux, 17

I peer further through the binoculars and look at the cemetery. There is a door with a stone building that I guess leads down to a catacomb and it is so interesting I wonder if there are any real dead bodies there. "Micro can we move into the shade?" Aschen complains his jacket on the ground near him.

"No I want to get a good look." I tell them.

Oz sighs, "Then let's go check it out. Besides I am regretting we ever got the binoculars." He says. I turn putting the binoculars in my hand and look at them standing there while I lay on the ground trying to get a good look. Our bag had the things along with some food, an empty water bottle, a knife, matches, some rope, and iodine tablets. Then of course there was that plastic thing and the bread Aschen got before we knocked him down the hill. Pretty good but I was hoping for some wires.

Currently after a long night of sleep we headed back over to the cemetery are and we are studying it. Well I am, I thought Oz would be smart enough to realize there could be mutes in there. I sigh, "Fine but if any mutes come I hope they get you two first." I tell them putting the binoculars back into the bag that I hand to Aschen. He has been pretty good so far with not spacing out. The cemetery defiantly interests me and I just wonder where Katie is. And what she is planning.

We walk all together making our way into open space unfortunately and we walk through the tall gates which are open into the cemetery. I walk to the first grave I see. It is covered in dust but I wipe my sleeve on it to see what it says.

Branch Foster.

I jump back surprised. "Guys check this out." I tell them staring at the grave which such interest and cock my head to the side to study the name of the dead boy from eleven.

"How is that possible? He only died yesterday so how could they get this up and have it with dust?" Aschen asks and even in this moment he is paying attention which such wide eyes.

Oz sighs, "Probably they used science. Either way it is just to freak us out. I mean look there are twenty three of them." Oz says the last part quiet. Some of them are blank. But seven other's then Branch's have scrawling of names which some I couldn't even pair to the face of the dead tribute who owns them.

I blink in realization before Aschen speaks. "As each of us die they are putting our names on the graves." Aschen says and I nod. Walking away I continue through the bumpy ground hoping that no one spots us. Then I come to a stop at the stone door.

"Well aren't you going to help me with this?" I say raising my eyebrow and they come beside me and together we tear the heavy door open and it reveals stone stairs leading down with an unlit torch by the door. I take out a match lighting the thing up and start down the stairs in pure curiosity. I turn to the two still standing with the hot sun blaring into the stair case that was once dark. "Well come on." I say and they follow me and we disappear down the stairs and close the doors so we are left into the darkness only lit by the glowing fire.

District Seven

Boxxy Caxton, 17

I walk through the woods my axe in my hands at the ready for anyone who comes at me. I managed to retrieve an axe and a small bag. Not even a backpack, the kind where the strap goes over your shoulder and the thing just held a sleeping bag and some rope. Not the best but at least I didn't freeze last night in the cold. Of course now that it is morning it is steaming hot and I haven't managed to find a single bit of water and my mouth is parched.

Then again it did rain yesterday. Maybe it will rain today. Then I could maybe get a water bottle from a sponsor, which is if I have any sponsors. I sigh before spotting a bush with some edible berries on it and smile pick a bunch with my hands and bringing them close to smell and get a better look at them.

Yup they are good to eat. I shove the juicy things into my mouth and flavor burst in my mouth and I let out a sigh happy but quite confused on what to do now. I mean what is there to do? Ignore the dryness in my mouth? Ignore my paranoid thoughts? All I can do is walk forward.

I hear a slight sound of a snapping branch. I spin around my pony-tail hitting the side of my face. I raise my axe to see a panicked looking girl. Maybe fifteen with dark skin and hair. I blink and she holds her hands in the air watching to see what I do. She is weaponless. This is the deciding moment. When you come across someone the person with the weapon decided wither or not to trust this person. She seems nice; I think she is that District Eleven tribute.

My mind feels with thoughts of how District Eleven tributes probably know three times as many things I know about plants. And not only what plants to eat but what can help wounds and everything. I drop my axe impulsively. "I won't hurt you." I tell her putting my hands in the air.

I wonder what Avlida is thinking, if she is groaning while watching this in frustration I am attempting to make an alliance. After all only one person can win. She puts her hands down. "What District?" She asks.

"Seven."

"Eleven," I guess I was right about where this girl is from. We stare at each other for a while and I look at her stomach and her shirt seeing a small slit where the shirt is cut. She isn't injuried but she might have been cut by a twig or whatever. She is still healthy enough to be useful though. I just wonder if I can trust her, I think I can, especially since I think I could win in a fight with her if she does turn on me.

"What's your name?" I ask her trying to make some kind of small talk without just coming right out with it.

"Rosaline, you?" She asks me walking ever so nearer to me and I close the distance even more until there is just a yard between us.

"Boxxy…" I trail off looking away. "You know they say people do better in groups." I say and then glance to see her reaction.

"Allies?" The girl asks holding out her hand. I nod taking her hand and shaking it and nod once as a yes. "So you have an axe?" She asks. I actually found the axe just on the hill. I think someone threw it and whatever they aimed at they missed.

"And a sleeping bag and rope. What about you?" I ask her. Though I don't see any bag on her.

"A pack of dried fruit." She mutters and I nod. At least she has more than nothing. I imagine at least one person has nothing. Especially since there are seventeen people left. This still amazes me. Makes me wonder what Isaac and Dawn are up to. That is if they stayed allies. I think I can trust Rosaline though. "You find any water source?" She asks me and I shake my head.

"No, but I just hope it rains."

District Ten

Caroline Emberly, 17

I sink my teeth into the small chunk of bread from the bread I grabbed in the Cornucopia then dip my hands into the bag of water and take a large mouth full of water thirsty. I lean against Wolff as we enjoy some food. I got the bread and plastic thing and now we gave in and decided to eat a little bit of the bread and then yesterday when it was raining we figured out two things. One, the plastic bag I picked off the ground was to catch water.

Other than those things I got we had a pump thing, which is the second thing we learned, it purified water almost. Then there was a sleeping bag and some wire and some beef jerky. It was pretty useful and I think I am just glad we figure the water thing out because though I still feel hungry and my mouth is dry it is better than nothing. Finishing the small chunk of bread I stuff it into the backpack and zip up the bag of water and stuff it into the bag too and get up brushing my hands off.

"So what do you want to do?" Wolff asks me getting up.

I think about it for a moment. I know that bread and beef won't last us forever. "Let's try to find some food. I am pretty sure I still remember what is edible from training." I tell him.

He shrugs an okay and he throws the backpack over his shoulder before following me as I walk across the dirt and grass ground. I feel Wolff's hand wrap around mine and blush a little though accept it. Even if I have always felt off with the engagement thing it the worst part was showing to Sponsors we are engaged and in love.

"I see some berries up there." I tell Wolff happy to find an excuse to let go of his hand as I walk quickly forward to a berry bush. I pick one of the dark things into my hand. I get a good look before throwing it onto the ground and wiping my hand on my pants. "Poisonous I think." I tell Wolff and he nods.

"What time do you think it is about?" Wolff asks.

I shrug before looking up. "Maybe three or something?" I say and Wolff nods to this and we continue through the forest trying to find some kind of edible food. Then I hear it, lightning. Then I feel it, rain. I blink. It is raining. "Rain," I tell Wolf.

It starts coming down heavy too. And quickly. I rush panicked looking for some kind of shelter from this rain with my hood covering my head and I grab onto Wolff's arm so I don't lose him. Then just barely through the rain I see the gray structure. It looks like a ruin and it is not even a room or anything but a rock and then when I reach it I see the part covering the ground giving about five feet of space. I collapse under the cover and Wolff sits by me.

Not even five minutes ago it was sunny and hot. Now all of a sudden it is pouring? This Arena is strange. Though because of the elevation the rain is flowing from behind so it doesn't get into the grass area covered by the structure. It doesn't even have an opposite side. It is like an upside down L and the rock is cold. Too much for finding food.

"Well this sucks." I say and Wolff nods.

"I think it is going to always be like this," Wolff tells me and I stare at him not understanding what he is talking about. "It rained a little bit yesterday just not as much. I think it means that every day it is going to rain but sometimes not as much." He says and I groan.

I don't complain out loud though because surely our conversation is on air as we discuss what we think of the rain. But a morning of steaming hot weather and then pouring rain frankly doesn't seem to fun. Wolff wraps his arm around my shoulder bringing me close as we watch the rain.

District Five

Oz Tesla, 18

The lighted torch in Micro's hand illuminates the dark chamber. It was a small room with many shelves with coffins in it. I can hear the soft pounding of rain on the roof of the catacomb but Micro walks up to a shelf and pulls out the coffin. "Micro what do you think you are doing?" I ask him.

Micro turns to me as Aschen just kind of stands staring into the closed coffin but when I speak they both turn to look at me. "I want to see what is inside." This is probably stupid but I admit I am curious to see what the coffin holds so I approach them and help Micro move the top of the coffin off and in it is nothing. Absolutely nothing.

"Well that was not what I was expecting." Micro says with a frown and Aschen gets a scared look.

"Why don't we just leave? This place is probably a death trap." Aschen says but Micro just pushes the coffin back into its hole in the wall and turns. "

"Why didn't I see that before?" Micro asks and I roll my eyes at the kid but remember he is still a smart person so I follow him as the three of us head to the opposite side of the room and Micro pushes his hand into the wall and I notice lines and it pushes forward on one side like a door and Micro walks through. I follow him now extremely curious but Aschen seems rather frightened.

"Man up Aschen." I tell the fifteen year old. Walking into the wall I see Micro almost drop the torch in his hand as we all stare at the twenty four glass containers in the wall. All with people, some old, and some young. Micro hands me the torch and walks forward to one glass container on the wall where the girl inside is a young girl with a pretty white dress that end at her bare feet and her eyes open with a bunch of white flowers in her hands.

"Screena…" Micro whispers with a confused look. I turn to look at Aschen but he is on the opposite side of the room and I walk over and see him with his hand to the glass wall where there is a girl in the glass.

I look around and at the two of them confused and frustrated. "What is wrong with you two?" I ask.

"This is my sister…" Micro whispers turning away from the young girl to face us. "Every tribute has one of their family member or close friends here. Fake of course but…" He looks away and then I look back to Aschen staring at the girl. That means someone here is from my life. I turn around and scan the glass cases until I find one with my brother. It is fake of course, the Capitol wouldn't just go around killing tributes close friends and family unless they did something to defy the Capitol.

"It is fake Oz." Micro says staring at me his eyes peering into mine and I turn away so I don't have to look at my brother. It looks so real. It is my dead brother.

"How do you know that?" Aschen asks his eyes panicked.

I shake my head. "They are messing with our heads." I say. They might all not be real, probably a holograph or whatever. I read back in Five that you could do that with a holograph. But it is so hard to look away from my brother. "And it is working." I whisper quietly though it hurts to admit the Capitol and Gamemakers are getting to me. I storm out of the room and up the stairs after shoving the torch back into Micro's hands and I submerge to the ground level the rain pouring down on my skin and wetting my hair so it sticks to my forehead as I try to get the image of my dead brother out of my head.

I walk forward in the muddy ground until I feel a shove. A shove by someone small yet determined and I stumble a little bit but my tall figure doesn't go down as I feel a sharp pain in my arm and turn around my eyes raging as I see the small figure of Katie from District Three with her hand pressing something small and pointy into my arm. Not a weapon though, because there is no blood.

I push her away feeling tired and see no blood but see through the rain the girl smiling with a wicked and crooked smile as she holds something in the air. I look at it not sure at first if I am seeing it right. A needle. She injected me with something, but what? Poison? I panic surging forward and send her into the mud and I stand over her before I feel something new rushing through my veins.

Not poison, but I feel dizzy and my head spins and I stumble around while Katie is on the ground watching me before I tumble over my face landing into the mud.

I wake up on the cold floor made of stone and awake to the smell of smoke as I open my eyes looking and see the small and innocent looking face of Katie until she smiles and her faces turns into something much more evil and nasty.

"I was hoping Micro would come out but I figured you would work too." She whispers pulling out a long curved dagger and holding it in the air. I struggle before I realize I am tied up and unable to move. The room is empty. Nothing except I see a small fire going the smoke at the top of the ceiling and I choke a little but Katie seems so uniffected by it.

I stare at the dagger and she spins it in her hands. "Pretty right? I was able to steal some supplies from the careers while they were gone hunting. Didn't even get a single kill though." She says rolling her eyes. "How do you like the needle idea? I was so ecstatic when I saw it and was hoping it was poison but it ended up just making you pass out long enough for me to drag you hear and tie you up." She says and I look down at my bare chest but she left my pants on, and my jacket is bundled in the corner.

I try to scream but it is muffled by none other than my shirt. "I think it is something new." Katie says. "Well no time to waste before those two idiots catch up to us." She says and picks up her blade running it along my arm so that red ruby blood comes out just barely. She does the same on the other arm.

"You're a bitch." I say through my shirt.

Katie rips the shirt from my mouth. "Say that again."

"Bitch," I spit knowing it will mean death but somehow it feels better going out with a bang telling the sadistic girl what she is then just dying.

She sighs. "I knew keeping your mouth was stupid. Let's fix that." I close my eyes as she presses the blade to my mouth and I just try to remember the past. The past before the Games. I guess my brother must be panicking right now. But at least I made it a day and I guess this is the end.

District Twelve

Aschen Onyx, 15

Even down here I can hear the cannon as it is fired. I exchange a worried look with Micro. "Where is Oz?" I ask and he wrinkles his eyebrows together before we turn to start running out of the catacomb after climbing the stairs and into the raining gray scenery and I look around focused before I notice a trail in the mud and follow it until we find a small building made from gray stone that is shaped like a basic cub. I throw open the door.

Oz is on the ground. There is so much blood I think I might puke as I see him and his eyes are wide open and vacant. Micro even looks shocked and we look around the room and I try to keep my eyes off of the bloody and tied up Oz until I see a line of blood almost as if someone dipped their hand in Oz's hand and dragged it across the ground and up the wall.

Then on the wall written in none other than crimson red blood is a message. One by One. I begin to shake panicking at the message and wonder who would be sadistic enough to write a large message with blood. Micro looks a lot less grossed out and kneels by Oz and shakes his head sadly and with his one finger he closes Oz's eyelids and he does look at more peace but there is so much blood and I wonder how the Capitol could like this.

"Help me bring him outside so they can take him away." Micro says and I look shocked at him. I stand there shaking and Micro just picks up Oz's bloody arms and drags him outside into the rain. Soon I see something pick him up and take him away. That makes eight dead. Sixteen alive. I leave the room the image hunting my brain and Micro stands in the rain his copper hair sticking to his face.

He turns to me, "Katie did this." He says and I raise my eyebrow.

"She is just a twelve year old Micro!" I say remembering the small girl. How could she have done that? I don't even think any of this year's careers would do that.

Micro shakes his head. "She is dangerous no matter what her age. She killed Oz and she wants you and me dead." He says looking into the cloudy sky with a rather emotionless face as I stand here pathetically.

"What do we do?"

He turns to me his eyes enormously serious yet almost bored looking even after all of this and he turns walking through the hilly area of the cemetery and I think back to this morning and how Oz was alive and then that last image of him… Ever so slightly Micro turns his head and looks me right in the eyes. "We kill her first."

-Now as we will do each time a tribute dies take a moment to remember Oz and his awesomeness and the fact I wish I could have kept him alive longer and all. I feel bad whenever I kill off a tribute even if they are just fictional characters... oh and I want to mention this again to check of WhispersofBliss who wrote some back-stories about her character in here Caroline with one about Caroline and another about the woman who volunteered for her mother and whose daughter Caroline volunteered for. It is very well written so check it out.

Careers-

Patrick- Alive

Kenmeina- Alive

Jasper- Alive

Tara- Alive

Ariel- Alive

Psyhos-

Katie- Alive

Smart Asses (And Aschen!)

Aschen- Alive

Micro-Alive

Oz- Dead

The Ranchers

Coraline- Alive

Wolff- Alive

The Wild Ones

Dawn- Alive

Isaac- Alive

The Treehugers (Yes this is the best I can think of)

Boxxy- Alive

Rosaline- Alive

Loners

Ada- Alive

Bethaney- Alive