Another Night in the Arena

District One

Patrick, 17

The girl is thrown into the Cornucopia. Not in a way that will kill her, though it seems to make her loose her breath and she collapses to the ground as we surround her as she is choking on the ground. Her hair is short and a brown color. She has glasses that she shakes as she pushes them further up her nose.

This girl isn't ugly, but she isn't as gorgeous as maybe Ariel. She isn't strong looking but she doesn't look weak. Maybe that is why I haven't noticed her. Of course she looks familiar enough I know she is from five but I can't place my finger on her name. But for some reason I feel bad for her. Then again she was setting up a trap, one that could have killed me.

"Just get this over with!" The girl chokes the gritted teeth. She won't go down screaming. She will fight to the death. I can expect that. Hey maybe she will manage to at least do some damage to Jasper.

Jasper takes a step forward and I see his muscles. His strength is undeniable. I might be skilled and nimble but he will always be a threat. And something inside me weeps for this girl. "Wait," I say and outreach my hand surprised at my own actions.

Tara gives me a weird look, "What?"

"We should wait to tomorrow when it isn't pouring." I say. That isn't why I said wait but if it gets them to not kill her then so be it.

Jasper takes a moment to think about it before deciding, "Fine but can we tie her up tight enough so we can sleep in peace before tonight's hunt?" He asks. Everyone nods slightly but no one really questions him. He has a certain control over us. I might have gotten the ten but I have no interest in getting involved with being in charge. It kills me to simple be with these people.

So with that Kenmeina rushes to grab some rope. I decide to help her. The girl looks panicked and tries to fight back but she really isn't that strong and as she hits my arm it doesn't even sting. This girl must be alive on intelligence. Of course that is why five and three have a good amount of Victors. They are smart.

As I hold her back and Kenmeina ties her quickly I stare at the girl ever so often not too bothered by it though it just makes me keep on agreeing with my plan. But Kenmeina doesn't even look at her.

When she is tied to the point she won't be getting loose I tug her inside the Cornucopia so she won't get drenched and I see a fire already started with the other three surrounding it. Tara looks ready to fall asleep next to Jasper. Jasper I think might be already asleep. Hard to tell.

Soon everyone is on the verge of sleep except the District Five girl. I decide to give her the name of Five because it makes sense her being from District Five. Then again that is how Kenmeina and Ariel referred to each other in their arguments. I pitied Kenmeina a little bit, she is right though. She is Kenmeina not her sister.

I force myself to stay awake. When the rain keeps pouring and I believe that it really might be the point where the others are asleep I look around and bring my foot into the ground so it makes a noise but the only person to notice me is Five. The other four are out cold.

I walk across the Cornucopia stepping around the items and the fire. I sit down on the ground and begin to untie Five. Why am I doing this? I pity her but I think somewhere I know the truth.

She needs to kill Jasper and Tara, maybe Ariel too. They are dangerous. But what has become of me? Am I really that pathetic that I don't think twice about releasing a girl that might also kill me? And more importantly why isn't Kenmeina involved with those threes? Because she is my District Partner I guess.

"What are you doing?" Five says scared and shocked.

"Untying you," I say and just decide to drag her out of the Cornucpia into the rain. Besides after I let her go I need to grab a bag and a bow and arrow with some arrows and head off on my own anyway and hope that Jasper and Tara's face show up in the sky.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks as I finish untying her.

I shift my lips a little and look at her. "Because I need you to set up that contraption of yours. You need to make sure they die." I say.

She looks at me shocked. Was it really that hard to figure out I wasn't just some arrogant Career?

"Well then let me get my things." She says rushing quietly into the Cornucpia and gets her bag with her things and gets back outside and her short hair sticks wet to her forehead. "You better get going if you don't want to get caught in the mess." She says.

This is her way to repay me. With a warning. But before I say something else she starts running down the hill and is lost in the rain. I look back into the Cornucopia and without thinking wake up the sleeping girl.

"Kenmeina be quiet and pack a bag and get a weapon and we are leaving now." She looks at me through her glasses with tired eyed and dropping eye lids. Before she speaks I cover her mouth with my hand. "Don't speak just get packed." I say and turn away leaving her shocked and get a bag not wasting time to check what it has in it and then get my bow with a sheath of arrows to throw over my shoulder.

While I am ready Kenmeina just stands half asleep. Was it wrong to wake her? Too late now, I watch as she picks up a small bag and gets that curved dagger. Too big to be a dagger too small and light to be a sword. Perfect for her. Too skilled and from District One too not be a career, yet too weak to be a career. She gets ready and I grab her arm and tug her out into the rain.

"I well explain later!" I shout over the rain and we rush down the hill and away from the three sleeping careers.

District Ten

Coraline Emberly, 17

I lean into the small little rock covering the pitiful stack of fire wood. That is the good thing about this rain. Yes it might be hard to keep a fire going when it is pouring but find something to cover it then the rain hides the smoke. That is why me and Wolff returner to the upside down L little formation. To start a fire to warm us up.

Wolff returns from the trees. Empty handed, I guess our snares haven't caught anything yet. He sits down next to me his hair slightly wet yet at the same time not too much that when I lean my head into his shoulder it feels wet. His shoulder is warm. He gets out a match and set a piece of wood on fire and soon it spreads to each piece of wood. The fire is small but the heat radiating from it feels wonderful.

"Another night in the Arena." I whisper into Wolff's shoulder and he kisses the top of my head. My cheeks flush a red shade a little like they do each time he kisses me. He is still so new to me but I am glad if it could be anyone I have to spend my time in the Arena with, I am glad it is him. And after he saved me with that wolf, the one who left shortly after, I guess when I kiss him something tells me even if we weren't pretending to be lovers I might have kissed him anyone.

No, I can't think that way. Only one of us can win. But whenever I think that is feels so wrong and evil. Is it wrong to wish he dies before it is just the two of us? Because I could never kill him, he is my friend now. Maybe more. But I can't figure that out yet.

"Yes another night, another night alive." I say adding the last part with a slight happiness. What day is this? The fourth? Only fourteen dead and something leads me to believe sooner or later people will start dropping like flies. The Capitol must be getting bored.

"You know if you told me two week earlier I would be here I would have never believed it." Wolff whispers. I nod my head.

"I think it is like that for most. I guess I choice to come here but I know in my heart I couldn't live with myself if I let that girl go in here."

"I don't blame you," He says and we stare into the orange and red flames. It is a rather pathetic fire but it is keeping me from freezing.

"We should get sleeping." Wolff whispers into my ears and it tingles. What is happening? I don't really know but I think I am just going to have to go along with it. I nod and now in the sleeping bag I close my arms feeling Wolff's arms around me and try to get some sleep.

District Eight

Bethaney Tranand, 14

Four days.

Four days I have managed to survive. I was just another rich girl back in District Eight and I feel with each and every step I take in this place it feel unreal. Because I should be dead. But I am not.

Eleven people are dead. I should be one of them; Farro should be standing here in the woods not me. This part of the woods are less dense and with tall and not very fat trees with a grass ground. I can't break down though. I have two sisters who are waiting for me back in District Eight and even if I die I will never let them see me cry. And I will defiantly not let my sister see my break down. But I just can't help but feel like a girl who shouldn't be alive.

I might never understand Farro's decision but he did it anyway and with everything I feel depressed. All I have done is walk around and get food for the last four days. The Capitol will be getting bored with me soon which means if I don't become more interesting on my own, they will make me. I think the only reason I am still alive is all because of Farro.

Well duh, but other than him taking the sword for me. I mean he sacrifice is something the audience can't understand. We weren't lovers or anything, we were strangers. They want to know why he saved me and that is why the Capitol is keeping me around. Maybe they will wait to the final eight so they can interview my family to find out why and then kill me. Of course all they will hear is my sister's desperate for me to come home along with my best friend. But what will my parents say?

They will say they couldn't care either way. Because that is the truth.

I push the thought out of my head and walk again with the clicking of my boots on the soft grass ground. I feel depressed and when I begin to hear the beeping I realize it is obvious. I look into the sky, a parachute. I outreach my long arm and catch the thing and open it up.

The first thing is a spoon, the second soup. It doesn't have any meat but it stills smells delicious and I think it will warm me up. And I look into the sky whispering thanks.

Then it clicks, I have sponsors. I have people willing to pay for my survival! That must mean something; it means that I need to cheer up. I need to stay positive. I see a bright light other than the moon and look up into the sky to see the anthem and close the parachute gift so I can eat after the anthems.

The handsome face of the boy from twelve flashes on the screen. So he must have been that cannon. The rain is only a drizzle by now so I don't mind coming out from leaning against the tree and plop on the ground to begin to eat. Let's see, there is no one from eleven and twelve. Ten has both, nine has none. Then there is eight and I am pretty sure I know what that District's status is.

There is one dead from seven, one from six, one from five, and one from four alive. I take notice to how much better the lower number Districts are doing. Looks like Two, One, Three, and Ten are the only ones with both tributes still alive.

Then my mind shifts to my plan. I need to be interesting, which means I will have to be risky. If it keeps them from sending mutts after me then so be it.

District Seven

Isaac Total, 17

The anthem finishes and the sky is left again in the darkness. I see Dawn's figure sitting next to me on the tree branch. Suddenly the rain goes from drizzling to completely nothing. But it is replaced with chilly air so I can see my breath. Defiantly not natural.

"I think we should get resting." I announce to Dawn.

She turns to me here blue eyes catching the light and makes my heart skip a beat. What is wrong with me? This whole alliance was for survival, and I kissed her. Why did I have to kiss her? Everything since then has been so awkward. It was just how she spoke of things. Her opinion so defined. She was so real, I never thought of it that way. How painful emotions are part of nature. The way she was so determined…

That is it. She is my weakness. I can't let her be my downfall but it is too late to ditch her because I know now I can't do that. I can't leave her. I can't and I won't. There is no place for love in the Arena though. What is Seraphina thinking? What are the twins thinking? The Hunger Games are driving me insane.

If I die here what will my family think? I was like a father to the twins. Well they still look up to me? Will Seraphina keep her promise to watch over them? I just want to know that if I die in this Arena they will remember me and remember me fondly. But Dawn is the thing that is getting in the way of my plan. Blaming her won't help though.

I see Dawn pull out the sleeping bag from the bag and when she catches me staring she gives me a small smile. It is different tonight though. At first I was getting use to sharing the sleeping bag with her because it was for survival and she was my friend.

"I am sorry for today." I blurt out.

She blushes. It is obvious to see even in the dark. She laughs, "It is fine."

"Only one of us can win." I say. Not with humor and not as a threat.

"But there are still eleven other people." She whispers.

What is that suppose to mean? She is my weakness, I know that now. I lean in and kiss her head. I don't know whether it is romantic or somewhat reassuring. I really don't know. But I do know I am worn out and I want to sleep.

Sorry for the mushiness guys! I am really trying to keep the action up and having only one romantic mushy part per chapter but this chapter has two. I guess I am bad with romance because I know little about the realm of things so sorry. Oh and I promise next chapter will star some characters that haven't been shown in a while from their pov's. Oh and it is hard to keep up with all the careers so which do you think should have the next chapter in their point of views? For when they realize Ada, Kenmeina, and Patrick are gone? So yeah more not shown in a while characters next chapter *cough, cough*Micro, Katie, and possibly a shown done ;)*cough*

Yup next chapter will have LOTS of action, probably the most yet! And probably three deaths. Yup you heard me right! Three deaths of tributes I wish didn't have to die… T-T