Day 2: Evening
Theia Cartelle, 16, D1:
It all happens too fast. The spear, sailing towards my heart. I see it travelling with immense speed. I see it collide into my chest, piercing my heart. I see myself stumble back from the force, and watch as the blood spurts out from the wound. I can hear myself struggle to breathe, with wheezing breaths that I try to suck in through my mouth.
I watch, as Haim strides over towards me, looking at me with smug triumph. I can't do anything, I am done for. I can hear myself gasp as he pries the spear back out of my chest, hovering the sharp end at my body once again. He glares at me, with a look of satisfaction.
"Game over, bitch." I hear him grunt the words, mere seconds before he thrusts the spear through my forehead.
I see all of this in the blink of an eye, my imminent future if I do not move in these few milliseconds. My horrid prediction for how this may play out is cut off when I once again lay my eyes on the spear. I whisk myself to the side just as the spear is a few inches from making contact with my heart. I hear the sound of it rush past me, making a solid thud as it wedges itself into the tree that was directly behind me.
I stare at it with wide eyes, breathing deeply with my heart pumping at an insane rate. My still beating heart. The spear vibrates due to the force, looking like it's impaled pretty deep. That was about to be impaled through me. I look back at Haim, who stands frozen, a look of complete and utter fury etched onto his face. He shakes with anger, as I turn to properly face him with my daggers held up. Now I am the one with weapons, and he is quite helpless, trapped between myself and a grizzly bear.
"You fucking whore! You should be dead!" He snarls at me, still shaking with rage.
"Well you're pretty predictable Haim, you think I wouldn't have been ready to move in an instant?" I scoff. I watch him slam his hand down on his left waist, not noticing him grab the hilt of a large knife that had been held by a black sheath until he holds it up at me, shaking it accusingly.
"Oh you think you're so clever, hey everyone, I'm Theia, I'm so much better than all of you and I'm totally going to kill Haim," he says attempting to mimic and impersonate me. I glare at him, with daggers shooting from my eyes.
"You're the one that is so cocky and up yourself you self-pretentious ignorant fuck-boy, and yes I think I will kill you thank you very much," I hiss at him, causing him to stare darkly at me and grit his teeth.
"I beg to differ, it'll be you that will be 6 feet under in a moment, but I think I'll make it slow and painful, just like you made it for the girl from 12," he shouts. The thought of Dana makes my blood boil, and makes me grip my dagger handles with anger.
"I wasn't even finished with her, she was too weak to live on. She thought she could beat me, and look what happened to her, the same thing is about to happen for you," I say through gritted teeth. He laughs at my comment, shaking his head.
"Yeah, but have you failed to realize who you are about to fight? Not some wispy young inexperienced little girl, but me instead. I promise you this, you won't be breathing after the next five minutes," he snarls.
"It's cute that you think that, but I like a challenge, so I'm down to remove your life from existence any day," I hiss. He grimaces at me, flipping around his large slender knife. I don't move at all, I don't even flinch. Why would I? Haim doesn't scare me, I know I can easily beat him. I almost killed him back in the Capitol, but I purposefully didn't. Imagine if I had actually been trying to kill him. I ignore the small voice that tells me that he wasn't exactly prepared when that happened.
"Go on, make your move," he says sharply. I grip the gold handle of my dagger, running my finger over the sleek blade of the weapon.
"Why don't you?" I ask in a challenging tone. He points at his spear that is still embedded into the tree.
"That was my first move, so make yours you stupid bitch," he snarls at me. I tense in anger, my gaze staring darkly at him while my blood boils in rage. I hate him. I hate him so much. I want so much right now to be able to drive this dagger into his eyes. I can. I am completely allowed to do that, so why don't I? I don't want to admit why, because it completely contradicts what I thought before, that I could easily beat him. In reality, it probably won't be so easy.
I don't want to rush into it, I need to take my time, think of the best way to take him out, or at least make him incapacitated. When that happens, I'll be free to kill him in any way that I want. I'll finally be able to freely kill the asshole that I've wanted to kill ever since I first interacted with him.
"Oh, is it just that you're too scared?" he says sarcastically, pouting his face and pretending to rub his eyes like he is crying.
"Ha, I always knew you were too weak to go up against me. You can kill a little turd from District 12, but you can't even take on the person that you have been speaking shit to this entire time," he says with a smug looking smirk.
"You're the one that has been shit talking everyone, you're not one to talk, so come and attack me then," I say, raising my arms. He just glares at me now, and that's when I realize that he isn't going to make a move. I'm not going to make a move either, so where does that leave us? At a stale mate. None of us can move without being sure the other will have a clear path to killing the other, it just cannot happen. He has no long range weapon anymore, so he can't kill me from all the way over there, or I could throw one of my daggers at him, but I want to make his death slow and painful, just like Dana's, because that's just what he deserves.
I want to, I want to so bad, but my common sense draws me back, over powering my blinding hatred for Haim. If none of us are going to move, then how can I kill him with a slow painful death? I can't! Unless. . .
I grab a small but sharp knife from my belt, one easy to throw and that would easily pierce the skin. Haim's frown rises slightly into a smirk.
"What, so you're finally going to try and make your move? Good luck with that," he laughs cruelly. I shake my head in denial, causing his face to drop in confusion, which he quickly alters back to his usual cocky smirk.
"Then what are you going to do with it?" He asks, crossing his arms. I flash him a cruel smile.
"This." With that one word, I launch the knife. I watch it spin, shining in the vibrant purple sunset. Haim is about to move, until he realizes that the knife isn't aimed at him. He watches with wide eyes as it flies past him, looking back and dropping his mouth in horror at what it is about to hit. He looks at me with eyes full of rage, shouting his last words of the moment at me.
"You bi-!" his words are drowned out by a deafening roar, as the knife impales the shoulder of the grizzly bear that had just been finishing its meal. Haim's eyes turn from hate to fear in a matter of seconds as he hears the bellowing of the bear. It's working. My plan was that I would hit the bear with the knife, bringing its attention our way. Since Haim is closer, it would pay attention to him, and hopefully catch him and eat him alive. A nice slow and painful death for Haim, and the gift of escape for me! Fool proof. There is just one thing I need to do now. Run.
As soon as I move, Haim does as well, causing the bear to growl and charge towards us. Fuck, I didn't realize how fast bears were. I leap between two tightly spaced trees, and hit the ground running. I look behind me and spot Haim do the same, managing to just pry his spear out of the tree before the bear reaches the two trees. It is too tight for the bear to get through, but I have no doubt that the bear will shortly manage to barge through both trees, so I continue to get the fuck out of here.
"You idiot, you absolute fucking idiot, you're going to get the both of us killed, where is the fun in that?" Haim huffs from somewhere behind me.
"Correction, I'm going to get you killed," I snap back at him. As I am running, I grab a low branch that I carry along with me for a few feet, before ducking and letting it fly back. I hear a thud as it smacks into Haim's head, causing him to grunt and stumble forward. That slowed him down a bit. I look behind once again, seeing that Haim is now a bit further away, and that the bear is actually catching up.
"You whore, I'll fucking destroy you!" Haim roars once he has recovered from the shock of getting smacked by the tree branch. I spot out of the corner of my eye, Haim bending low and picking something up off the ground. My eyes widen before turning back and preparing to duck my head. Too late. The rock collides with the back of my head, thrusting the top half of my body forwards and causing me to see stars. I am dazed for a moment, staggering forward and trying to stay on a straight path. I rub the back of my head, gritting my teeth as I push myself further.
I hear the bear roar again, now sounding a lot closer. I turn my head around, seeing Haim just on my tail, and the bear weaving in and out of the compacted trees. Shit, I need to slow Haim down. I pat down my body and search my belt for something to throw at Haim, noticing a couple of small ninja stars. I grab one and waste no time in doing a windmill throw, so it flies from my hands and slices into Haim's waist, on his left. He cries out in an aggravated pain, grunting and breathing heavily trying not to slow down. I look behind me once again, and see that he has indeed slowed down, gripping his waist with one hand and his spear with the other. He looks at me with relentless fury, causing me to immaturely poke my tongue out at him.
With wild eyes, he lets out a war cry and swipes his spear at my legs. I am not prepared for it, and only just manage to get one leg over. However, Haim manages to slice into my left calf, causing me to curse. Fuck, not my leg! Haim attempts it again, but this time I am more prepared. I jump over the swipe, and land back on my feet, ignoring the stinging sensation in my left calf.
Haim trying to slice my legs with the spear, and myself being slowed from him actually managing to do it, has significantly slowed us. The bear is about a half minute sprint from us now, so it's now or never that I slow down Haim. As I run, or you could say limp, I spot a rock similar to the one Haim threw at my head. I scoop down and pick it up, quickly jumping in a 360 and tossing it at Haim's wound that I gave him. He cries out even louder this time, collapsing to the ground for long enough for me to get a hefty distance between us. Just as I leave the vicinity of Haim, the Capitol Anthem plays, and the sky lights up with the Seal. No deaths today, not until directly after this.
I smile to myself once the anthem ends and the sky returns to normal, knowing that this is it, the death of Haim. I listen to it blissfully, his cries of fear, his shouts of pleas, and his broad spectrum of curse words. I can live happy knowing that Haim is being eaten alive, and that he would have died a slow painful death. I jog now, mainly because my calf is screaming at me to stop running. My breaths are quick and filled with pain, mostly because I have never had to run that fast for that long in my entire life, especially with an injury to my calf.
I stumble forward, avoiding trees and ducking under branches, until I come out into a clearing. This isn't just any clearing, it's the edge of the island. The fog surrounds the outskirts of it, while a bridge made up of rope and wood planks stands rocking in the breeze. I can escape off of this island. I take careful steps while I am on the bridge, partially because of my injury, but mostly because I am worried it isn't stable enough. I am about halfway across, when I realize something weird. Shouldn't I have heard a cannon? I know I wanted to give Haim a slow and painful death, but I didn't think it would be this slow.
As I wonder about this, I hear distant shouting, growing closer and closer by the second. Accompanied by the shouting, I hear the roar of a bear. My eyes widen as a figure bursts on to the plain, one that is too hard to see as it is too dark at this moment. It doesn't take a genius to work out who it is though. How the fuck is he still alive? There is a brief moment where Haim stops and looks at me. We eye each other down for a moment, before the bear also bursts onto the clearing. Shit.
Haim sprints towards the bridge, while I sprint towards the other side, despite the begging of my aching calf. I must get there first, I must! More swaying on the bridge means that Haim is also on the bridge. I turn around as I reach the island, seeing that Haim is a quarter of the way across, while the bear bounds towards the start of the bridge. I don't care about giving Haim a slow and painful death anymore, I don't care how he dies, I just want him dead!
I grab a large serrated knife from my belt, before sawing away at the thick rope. Haim sees what I'm doing, but he struggles to speed up. He instead hobbles towards me, giving me a look of mercy. At least I think its mercy, even if it isn't, he will not get it. As he gets half way across, I finish sawing through the first rope. The bridge tilts sideways, causing Haim to stumble to the side, just before he grab onto the other rope. His eyes are wide and worried, looking back at the bear, and then towards me, who is halfway through the other rope. He tries one last attempt at making his way to the other side, but he cannot possibly make it in time.
It's all in slow motion from here on out. The knife severs through, causing the rope to tear and drop towards the abyss. The rest of the bridge, as well as Haim drops down into the abyss, the foggy, deep, and ambient abyss. I see Haim look at me one last time, before I can no longer see him anymore. This happens just as the bear flies over the edge of the island, not realizing the bridge was about to collapse. The bear, Haim and the bridge all disappear, with the loud wind and the Bears roar drowning out what I presume to be Haim's cannon.
I collapse to my hands and knees, breathing heavily after the events that just took place. It takes a couple of minutes to recover, before I eventually manage to stand up and take one last look at the abyss.
Haim is gone.
Day 3: Morning
Liesel Varner, 15, D3:
"What the fuck?" I grunt, shielding my face from the loud and heavy winds. I don't know why, but it began shortly after the death recaps were shown, which funnily enough, contained no deaths to share. Regardless, the wind is deafening, blocking out almost all audible sound and stinging my face with cold. It has been like this for several hours now, so if anyone's cannon has boomed since it began, I wouldn't have been able to hear it, which honestly is quite annoying.
My arm shields the bottom half of my face, with my eyes squinting so that I can somewhat see. My orange hood has been raised over my head to insulate at least some of the heat, but currently it doesn't do an amazing job of it. I trudge forward, pushing against the winds force as it attempts to push me back. It is now Day 3, and the arena already feels alive and dangerous, as if it is trying to kill us.
I have been hiking for a while now. I haven't been running, or in a rush, but I've just been taking my time and kind of enjoying the serenity. Of course I have always been ready for a potential attack, but so far I seem to be lucky. That is until this infuriating wind has begun. Aside from that, I've just been wandering around, partly hunting for food and tributes, and partly keeping a look out to ensure my safety.
The island I am currently on now, is the fruit island. All around me is filled to the brink with fruits and flora, meaning I could easily have a feast. A feast that I don't want. I know poisonous fruit when I see it, and this entire island is full of it. Even the scent is poisonous to me, although it may just be the horrendous sweetness I pick up. It wasn't so bad at first, until it began to get overwhelming, especially with the wind blowing so intensely, hitting me full throttle with the smell of the poisonous fruit.
A small part of me wonders if there is a possibility that I could die from too much of it, but my common sense dismisses that. I flick my katana around lazily, trying to cut off random bits of fruit from the bushes and trees that surround me.
I have to admit it, I miss Dayta. I have been alone for so long in my life, that I should be normalized to it. However, after a week of hanging around Dayta, and other tributes in general, I have kind of grown more accepting of the presence of other people. As much as I am hesitant to admit it, I enjoyed Dayta's company. The banter we had was. . . Fun I suppose, and the constant competitive atmosphere between us just made my experience more enjoyable.
So yes, I already miss him. It's not like he is dead yet, gone from the world forever, but still knowing I may never see him again has kind of hit me harder than I thought it would. In fact, I kind of crave human presence in general. Being around Dayta has made me much more open to that concept, and it's made me feel human and social again. It was kind of like an anchor, something to help hold my ground of just being me.
Even if it's fighting against someone, or just seeing someone, I really desire that to happen. Do I regret splitting up with Dayta? Still no. But I cannot help but wish he was beside me, giving me someone to talk to or make fun of.
I sigh, letting out a huff of white steam.
Those were the good old days.
Yeah the good old days Liesel, despite them being only a couple of days ago, idiot. Am I starting to go a little crazy? I don't think so, that would happen after days of no human contact and living with the wildlife. I have only been talking to myself for just over a day, so I may only be slightly delusional and very weary. It is the early morning of day 3 after all, still not that far into the games.
I am starting to become a little distracted now, which is quite worrying. I've not really been paying attention to my surroundings for the past five minutes, and I've literally just rambled on in my mind for a solid day. This was how it was like just after my life collapsed around me. The moment after it began, until it ended and I ended up entering these ridiculous games.
After my parents had died, the District 3 soldiers or the District 0 soldiers, one of those two, they rounded up many people that they thought were against District 0. Among those people were my sister Kady, and myself. We weren't against District 3 or 0, nothing like that. In fact, I do not know why they believed we were. Despite this, they took us and several others to literally the middle of nowhere.
In that hell hole of a place, that they called Jurkata, we were treated to the worst atrocities of mankind. We witnessed people be tortured to death, be interrogated until they broke down, with the same sort of things happening to us. I don't know what information thought we had, but it must have been valuable.
The only thing that got us through that death camp, was each other. As corny and cliché as that sounds, Kady was the reason I kept going, and I was the reason that Kady kept going. As the days drew on, the other prisoners began to die off. There were about 140 of us to begin with, and by this time there had only been 23 of us left. They must have thought that the weak ones died off, and that the people with valuable information were the ones that refused to break.
So one by one, the interrogated us in the most brutal ways possible. The ways that would affect us most, the ways that would make us break. But break what? I had nothing to hide!
They drugged me and brought me to some new place, no longer Jurkata, but a place that made Jurkata look like a tropical resort. Ryrkuna. Hell on earth.
They tried electrocution, whipping, beating, even brainwashing. It was none of them that got to me though. The only thing that got to me, was when they threatened the life of Kady. When they raised the gun to her head, I can just remember how my body felt. Heavy, cold, and stiff. They gave me one more chance, so I told them. I told them absolute bullshit that I had to improvise off of the top of my head. Surprisingly, it worked. At least I hope it worked.
They knocked me out again, and once I woke up I had been left in the middle of ruins. Kady wasn't anywhere to be seen, and I have never seen her since. I can only hope that she is still alive. I wandered the ruins of the town for a while, until I fainted from dehydration. They had left me for dead. However, I didn't die. I woke up in a new place, it was dark, cramped, and musty. A man had been beside me, calming me down when I had panicked. Remy was his name, I think. He told me I was in an abandoned hospital, and that he had saved me from dehydration. I was slightly thankful at the time, but still very confused and very skeptical of Remy. Apparently he was a rebel leader that had been exiled to this place we were at.
Remy didn't last that much longer though. Once I found out about his stash of food, money, and weapons, I slit his throat in his sleep. I remember the look of alarm in his eyes, and the sound of him choking on his own blood. He didn't last long after I had done so, and soon enough he had perished. That is where I remained for a couple of years, until the Capitol found me, and brought me back to Ryrkuna, which had now been transformed into just a holding prison.
It still brought back the memories, the painful and scary memories of what had happened there prior. I had hoped I would find Kady there, yet there was still no Kady. I can only hope that Kady is still out there somewhere.
The Peacekeepers informed the prisoners of the Hunger Games, the ones aged 12-18. Once they brought us to the Reaping, I knew I would be chosen. Why wouldn't they have rigged it? A supposed rebel was getting reaped instead of their lapdogs of District 3.
That brings me to where I am today. My life having been stolen away from me, along with my innocence and childhood. Now I'm stuck in an arena where the only escape isn't simply making up fake information, but having 23 other people die.
I shake my head and sigh, looking around with heavy eyes. This is going to take a while. I lean up against a tree, closing my eyes and resting them for a moment. They are sore from the excessive time they have remained open. I am so tempted to just find somewhere to hide, and set up camp to give me time to sleep. As I contemplate what to do, I feel something cold and sharp rest up against the side of my neck. My eyes snap open at the words that follow.
"Don't even think about moving." It's a girl, I can tell that by the voice. The question is who? My question is answered when the tribute slowly walks around to the front of me, weapon still pressed up against my neck. My eyes make contact with theirs, cold and threatening to look at. Phionex from District 7.
"Well, what do we have here? District 3?" Phionex says with vague amusement. I go to pull out my katana, however Phionex pushes her axe hard against my neck, likely drawing blood.
"What did I say?" she asks sternly.
"Aren't you in. . . an alliance?" I ask hoarsely, this having been the first time I have spoken in a day.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, I am," she says smirking.
"Then where are they?" I ask her blankly. She smiles and tilts her head to the side.
"They are around, it's just me at the moment. Just me and. . ." she says trailing off, looking at something behind me. I hear the cracking of twigs, and ruffle of leaves as someone makes their way over here.
"Phi, there was nothing that way," the voice says sounding tiresome. Phionex beams at the person and nods towards me.
"Well look what I found!" she says with somewhat excitement. The tribute walks over to Phionex, looking at me so I can fully see them. The tributes face drops in utter surprise, turning somewhat red.
"Liesel?" they ask.
"Hey. . . Vince," I croak. Phionex's expression turns from gleeful to worry in a matter of seconds, mouth opening slightly and eyebrows furrowing to appear concerned.
"You know her?" Phionex asks sternly. Vince looks sheepishly at the ground, before looking back up at her.
"Yeah, in the Hunt Trial was when we met, we had to help each other to get out of a specific obstacle," he says with a shrug. Phionex's glare hardens, shooting a look of fury at me, and then looking back at Vince.
"You mean to tell me, you helped someone from District 3?" she asks, voice sounding shrill. He sighs, before nodding his head solemnly. Phionex grits her teeth, appearing like she is trying to hold in quite a lot of emotion.
"Why?" she grunts. I wince as I feel the axe digging further into my neck. Vince notices this, a look of worry appearing on his flustered face.
"Careful! You're hurting her!" Vince cries out, pointing at me.
"I said, why?" Phionex says darkly. Vince looks back at her meekly, dropping his arm with a troubled look.
"Phi, not all people from District 3 are bad," Vince mutters, looking at me with a weak smile.
"She helped me out, and I did the same back, you can't let the actions of her District cloud your judgement of her as a person." I expect Phionex to snap at him, shout and yell at him before chopping my head clean off. Yet she doesn't do any of that, instead she continues to listen to Vince.
"We are good people Phi, we are not killing Liesel," Vince says firmly, making my chest flutter and Phionex's mouth drop in shock.
"She will join our alliance," he says crossing his arms.
"What?!" both Phionex and I utter this in surprise, Phionex being perhaps much more outraged.
"You want someone from District 3 to join the United Pack? A group made from the lot of us that fought against the Capitol?" Phionex says in a high tone.
"Think about it Phi, it is only the two of us for now, the whole alliance is split up and we don't even know if we will ever see them again. So we are definitely down in numbers for now. Plus, Liesel will be beneficial to our alliance. She is smart, resourceful, and knows how to survive," he points out.
"And how do you know that she won't kill us in our sleep? Or stab us in the back?" Phionex challenges him.
"She won't, I know she won't, I count her as a friend, and together we can get far," Vince preaches.
"Do I get a say in this?" I ask.
"No!" Phionex growls at me, before turning back to Vince.
"We are meant to be hunting people Vince, not recruiting for our alliance. We had training to do that, and now we should be taking out the competition," she says, presenting a new emotion. Panic, worry, caution.
"This is the one exception," Vince promises, taking Phionex's hand lightly. He flashes her a hope filled smile, and wide puppy dog eyes only a child would use. Phionex turns her gaze back to me, lip trembling and axe still pressed up against my neck. She shakes now, before looking down at the floor with anger. She then takes the axe away and gives an aggravated sigh, before storming off behind some trees.
I allow myself to slide down the tree, landing on my bum and resting my head. Vince kneels down beside me, examining the wound on my neck. He murmurs something beneath his breath before rummaging through his back pack. He pulls out what looks like a first aid kit, grabbing some cotton wipes and rubbing alcohol.
"I'm so sorry about that Liesel," he mutters bitterly. I look up at him with weary eyes.
"Don't worry about it, I'm not dead at least," I say with my husky voice. He somewhat laughs as he dabs the alcohol soaked cotton on the cut, causing me to cringe and bite my lower lip.
"You promise you won't kill us though, right?" he asks to make sure. I chuckle and look back at him once I reopen my eyes.
"Well, you did sacrifice yourself at the end of the Hunt Trial for me, and you do seem like a decent guy overall. As long as Phionex doesn't attack me, you won't have to worry about it," I say. Why did I make this decision? I suppose I just really needed company, and Vince was the next best person to run into. Vince himself smiles at me, before taking off the damp cotton.
"I'm glad that's settled, so welcome to the alliance!"
Day 3: Afternoon
Fletcher Wilds, 18, D9:
It's now even darker than it was before, that being the blood of course. The deep crimson that has coated the blade of my sword. I have left it on, because I am going to let the blood of my victims continuously paint a new layer over the top of each one. So I have kept the blood of Naomi on the blade, and now it has finally dried, becoming dark and rough. Perhaps it will infect the person if they somehow manage to escape. Either way, it will definitely be a painful death for the person.
There is just one problem with the blood. As much as I love it, I still hate it. Not because of what it is, or how it looks, not any of that at all. It is because of who it belongs to. Naomi. It shouldn't belong to her. The person that should have their blood slicked on the length of the blade, is that little fucking infuriating piece of shit Cassia Summers. My hands grip the hilt furiously at the thought of her, my hands just wanting to crush her head, and constrict it so hard that it explodes.
Now that would be ideal. The thing is, Naomi jumped in the way. I had her. She was about to die, yet she had to play the hero and sacrifice herself so Cassia could survive. Pathetic. She has just made me angrier and things more difficult. I will kill Cassia though, I just have to find her. And find her I will, because since I am now dear friends with Jonah Welsh, he has been so kind to present me with a holographic map of the arena that erupts from a small tablet that I hold in my palm. There is a large blue dot near the top of the mountain island, and that is where their pathetic alliance is.
I take the tablet out of my pocket, placing it on my left palm and touching my finger on a small circular shape in the very center. The circle lights up blue, before projecting the map as a hologram. It's about the size of three dinner plates, featuring all the landmarks and evident aspects one would be able to plainly see of the arena, such as the mountain, the cornucopia, and the high pillars of stone with the bridges attached.
On the mountain, reasonably high up but on the other side of the island, is a large blue dot, which is apparently where the alliance still is. They haven't moved, good. What was it that Welsh told me they called themselves? Well supposedly they called themselves the Fantastic Four, until I killed Naomi. This causes me to chuckle at the memory of her wide eyes, filled with pain.
I get out the message that came with the map that Welsh had written for me. My eyes scan quickly through it, before landing on the name. Ah that's it, Whent proclaimed them as the Terrific Trio. I can barely contain myself from laughing at how idiotic these kids are. The arena is no place for someone so immature, like Whent. Soon enough, he will likely experience something so traumatizing that it makes him realize the truth behind it all. The reality that he will not be leaving this arena with his life will do the trick. He won't be around much longer, I'll probably kill him after I have killed Cassia, and the huge bitch Ladonna as well. That's if Whent survives till then of course.
I retract the holographic map and slip it back into my pocket, before observing my surroundings once more. The area I am in is dense and green, the majority of it being the thick underbrush that makes up the base of the mountain. It's where the cold gets worse, and the slope goes up. In all honesty it would be rather hard to spot someone in this thick forest of pine and plants, even if someone were looking for me. It shields the cold wind well enough, so I wouldn't be surprised if it is actually a hotspot for other tributes.
I grab my insanely huge sword, and my back packs that I have salvaged. I made sure to snap Naomi's bow in half, as well as the arrows, and then I threw them off the island. I have no use for a bow, and I don't want anybody else to get their hands on one. I'm confident that may have been the only bow in the arena, so unless someone is gifted one, good luck trying to kill from a far distance.
I examine the sword and frown, not because of the blood, but this time because it was not the weapon I originally intended on grabbing. I work best with a scythe. District 9 used scythes in the fields, and in my early life I did a lot of grunt work with them. Unfortunately, someone else got ahold of the scythe I had originally laid my eyes on. I had taken too long at the beginning, I should have thrown the socks, and just ran afterwards. But I wanted to see what I had done. I wanted to see Ancora blown to bits on the ground, I wanted to breathe in the smoke that held her tortured soul.
Alas, I enjoyed my kill, but I also paid the price for it. On the other hand, this sword was the next best thing. I honestly think it was meant for me, no way could anybody else wield it, aside from maybe Ladonna. The blade is about the width of my outstretched hand, and it is about the length of a spear rod. The blade, underneath all of the blood, is a bright white silver, with a very uniquely forged pattern that must have been made when the blade was being created.
It appears to be able to cut through anything, as it went through Naomi's body with ease. I could probably cut through a slim tree like it was paper, cut stone as if it was dough, carve up tributes like I am carving up a cake. I have heard that in Ancient Times, people had an affinity for naming their weapons, and I have the perfect name for it. I grab a sharp knife and bring it towards the hilt of the sword, with a sleek black metal being the handle. I etch the name into the handle, continuously scratching over each letter until they are all distinguishable, and set into the black as white carvings. I smirk at the name, snorting with humor.
Life Devourer.
It seems fitting enough, it devours the life of the victim it kills. Just my kind of sword. I lift up Life Devourer and slash at the trees in front of me, making an opening for me to get through. I step out and look around at the decently different terrain. Like I said, this is where the mountain begins to slope upwards, with the trees now being so much more separated causing the area to be much more open. Now I can see very far ahead of me through the gaps in the trees, which shows I have a bit of walking to do. All of it will be worth it in the end. I will make sure of that.
My eyes wander upwards, looking up at the sky. Most of it is blocked by the tall trees that litter the vicinity, but through the gaps that I can see, I watch vivid purple take up the vast scale that is the sky. I still don't know why they made the sky purple, it's really strange, but I don't overly care about the color of the sky. Right now, that is in the list of the least important things to me. What is important to me though, is what time of day it is. I can barely see the sun, but I can make out that it is slightly over the highest point of its course, and has already began its path to setting.
So that should mean it is around mid-afternoon on Day 3. Well nobody has died since the beginning of Day 1, so that's surprising. It won't last though, I have a very strong feeling that people will be dropping dead soon. I long to hear the firing of cannons echo through the arena, especially by the cause of my sword.
I walk for a bit, mainly undisturbed and with no need to stop. The mountain begins to become steeper, with the tree becoming shorter and even less plentiful. My plan is that I'll do the hard bit of climbing the mountain first, before gracing the outskirts until I am on the other side. It's going to be a boring and drawn out process, that is until I come across my first track about two hours after hiking up the mountain.
Blood. Splattered blood that has trickled off of a soaked bandage. Interesting, I don't remember any of the three remaining tributes from the trio being injured when I last encountered them. This could have happened since, but there isn't any confirmation. Those three would be stupid enough to leave a blood soaked bandage behind, so I may be on the right track. Of course I'm on the right track, I have a map. Come on Fletcher you're smarter than that.
I pick up the bandage with two fingers, holding it up to my face. I can smell the metallic hint that it gives off, but it is awfully cold. I suck some of the blood from it to fuel my taste for it. I missed the taste of blood. I close my eyes and give a sigh of relief, reveling in the moment. I run my tongue over the crimson liquid, enjoying the taste of iron that it presents. The blood becomes warm once again with help from my mouth. Once I remove the bandage, I can feel the little trickles of blood around my mouth. I'll leave it there, give the tributes something to question when they see me.
I fling the useless bandage away and stare ahead. My eyes widen with glee, my mouth curling into something rather sinister. Activity, evidence of human life, or perhaps just an abandoned camp. Either way, someone has been there. I stride forward to investigate, reaching the camp quickly. There is more blood that I can see, laying rather spread out on the ground. It rests close to a collapsed tree, which also has smears of cold blood painted onto it. It looks as if someone was trying to shift around, perhaps setting up this camp and healing themselves.
I kneel down to touch the blood, taking note that once again it is cold. I place my finger in my mouth and suck off the blood as I examine the rest of this camp. Whoever was injured had been sitting on this fallen tree trunk, and had likely been leaning on the tree behind it. On the ground is a small circle of rocks, the middle of it containing burned out charcoal. It also appears to have some kind of wooden stand made from sticks and string over it, suggesting that maybe the person had been cooking something. There doesn't appear to be any bones around the site though, and someone stupid enough to have left all of this lying around would be more than likely to have left bones.
I frown when I notice the charcoal is no longer emitting smoke, and when I feel it, it is stone cold with the embers having burned out a while ago. Then again, it's a reasonably cold arena, so that doesn't necessarily mean they have completely disappeared. They could still be in the area.
If this isn't the 'Terrific Trio', which I don't think it is, then I believe the people or person that was here would have gone higher. It would make sense, they already made it up this high, why wouldn't they go up further. I look up at the path ahead, and notice the snow has heavily coated the ground not far from here. Seems plausible, they may have gone up there for a supply of water.
I breathe deeply, knowing I am about to enter an area significantly colder than the majority of the arena, which I already cold enough. It's a moment like this that would make me regret throwing my socks at the land mine underneath Ancora to blow her up. It was a great idea at the time, but I could use those socks now. If only I had been a little more patient, but who am I kidding? I am the least patient person there is.
I pull my yellow hood over my head, which represents District 9. Seeing the color makes my eyes narrow in annoyance, and causes me to slightly growl with a low throaty rumble. If it wasn't the freezer of an arena, I would undoubtedly cut off my hood. Why would I want to voluntarily represent District 9? I hate District 9 with a passion. All it reminds me of is being held captive, not exactly the most pleasant thing a person can have as a memory.
I shake the thoughts from my mind and urge myself to focus on the current situation. I don't need to be distracted by pointless things, I need to concentrate and hopefully track down whoever this camp belonged to. I step over the fallen log and slowly walk forward. If there truly is someone close, I don't want to alert them by sound. That would scare them off, I want to fight them. I hold up Life Devourer in preparation, in case I need to attack something in an instant. It becomes apparent that nothing will be able to sneak up on me, as I reach the snow and the landscape becomes very open. The trees are left behind and now all I see is a desolate tundra of snow that continues to lead upwards.
The sun is beginning to set, showing a pink and red horizon that mixes the vibrant shades to effect. It reflects off of the snow, making it look somewhat orange, as if fire was being reflected against it. I stop in my tracks when I notice something imprinted into the snow. Footsteps, of two people it appears. My eyes follow where they lead, landing upon a pile of rocks and boulders. My eyebrow raises, a smirk creeping up on my face as I begin to approach the formation. I make sure to get behind the lot of them, pressing myself hard against the side.
I slowly slide myself along the length of the rocks, making sure to step lightly and not make a crunch in fluffy snow. As I begin to approach the other side, noises become audible to my ears. Talking, laughter, the crackling of Fire. My smile turns sadistic, and I feel like I have the glint of excitement in my eyes I always do before I kill. Whoever is around the side of these rocks, won't be living for much longer.
I raise Life Devourer up to eye level and prepare to face my competition.
Day 3: Evening
Danix Bait, 17, D4:
I open my mouth, placing a berry into it and closing it once again. I crush the berry with my teeth, and taste the juice flow onto my tongue, giving a tangy taste of sweetness. I close my eyes as I do this, reveling in the moment of satisfaction of eating this one berry. I chew slowly, before promptly moaning with pleasure as I rest my head back against the wall of the cave.
Laelia laughs, covering her mouth and shaking her head. I grin at her and swallow the berry, before opening my mouth wide and tilting my head up. She plucks another berry and slowly aims towards my face, then going on to throw it at my face. Instead of landing in my mouth, it ends up hitting me in the eye, causing me to gasp and rub it.
Laelia laughs even harder now, barely being able to contain herself as she falls back onto one elbow and shakes with laughter. It feels good. It feels so good, to finally feel somewhat safe. This is the first time I think I have seen Laelia laugh, and the first time in a while since I have seen her smile. It's a nice change, maybe it's because she is so nervous about the Hunger Games that she just cannot control it.
She begins to quiet down, breathing heavily and wiping her eyes of tears. I smile at her, before looking into the fire that warms our cave. The flames dance around, licking the stone wall of the cave and leaving a blackened appearance on it. I listen to its crackling with a complete and utter calmness that I have longed for during the duration of these past 3 days.
I've never had a need for fire, since District 4 was always humid, sometimes even scorching. It eliminated the need for any fire, therefore I have never had the chance to experience it. It hasn't gone out during the day or two we have spent in this cave, which leads me to believe it was made by Gamemakers. The food has also not gone to waste, with both Laelia and I having a feast for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, each one an assortment of fruits.
My stomach feels comfortably full, as I glance down at it and place a hand on top of it. Instead of the empty echo that I had heard for the entirety of the first day, I hear more of a slap, as if I was hitting my chest.
For some reason, doing this causes Laelia to produce a look of alarm. I feel my mouth frown in confusion, as I look back down at my stomach to check if there is something wrong.
"What's wrong?" I ask curiously. I grow more worried as Laelia's vivid green eyes open wide with alertness, her body tensing as she perks up a bit.
"Lael-"
"Shush," she silences me with a brief whisper. My eyebrow raises in question as I now tense as well, my eyes flickering to our weapons and back.
"Do you hear that?" she whispers in a hushed tone. I bite my lower lip and shake my head.
"No, hear what?" I ask tentatively.
"It sounds like, someone walking in. . . the snow," she says, trailing off. There is a moment that both Laelia and I look at each other, a look of horror etched onto our faces. That's when I hear it as well. The crunch of snow under the foot of something heavy, the sound having easily blended into the crackling fire prior. Laelia is the one to move first.
"Get the weapons!" she says hurriedly. I leap to my feet and grab my spear off of the floor, before grabbing the hilt of Laelia's axe and tossing it to her. She gasps when she almost drops it, however she manages to hold on and prevent a loud clang that it would create. She looks at me positively fuming, as I raise my hands up in defense. She doesn't say anything though, maybe due to our current situation.
Whatever or whoever is out there has to be fairly big, the crunches were loud and not overly soft. Even if they are trying to stifle their steps, they aren't doing a very good job of it.
"We have to fight them," Laelia whispers nervously, glancing at the door.
"I'm not killing them," I say firmly, much to Laelia's dismay. She flashes me a critical look, before pointing at the door.
"That could be any one that's left Danix, if one of us are to get home, then we have to take out the competition. We can only do that by killing. It's a hard life, but we have no choice," Laelia argues in the same hushed tone.
"I'm not, killing," I say with somewhat of a growl. We stare at each other for a couple of seconds, before Laelia sighs and looks towards the entrance.
"Fine, don't kill. But if you have no choice, then you must Danix, promise me," she says, gripping my arm tightly.
"I promise," I say to her, placing a hand over my heart. She doesn't say anything else as she lets go of me and begins to make her way to the entrance.
"Can you walk properly?" I ask. Laelia bites her lip and nods, looking at me with pained eyes.
"I can do it myself now, it just hurts a little," she replies.
"Are you positive?" I ask sounding unsure. She purses her lips and looks at me.
"Yes Danix, I'm fine," she responds, rolling her eyes. She proves this by walking towards the cave entrance, only limping slightly. I take a deep breath and follow her. If she says so, she must be fine.
I meet her at the cave entrance, the two of us peering out and scanning the area. It's dark outside, night having just began to fall. The only reason anything is visible is due to the fire illuminating the immediate area, as well as the ground being pure white snow. I hold my hand up to stop Laelia, giving her a shake of my head before I step forward slightly to school the outside. I poke my head out, glancing both left and right. The cold hits my face, stinging it after the incredulous heat has kept us so warm for these past two days. I let out as little breath as I can, fearing I may be too loud, yet what breath that does escape my mouth is a foggy white steam cloud.
Despite the despicable cold, my body sweats heavily with nerves, so much I may drown myself in it. I can find nothing else to do to soothe my nerves aside from squeezing my spear as much as I can.
Although I act like this nervous wreck I have seen my whole life, there is nobody that I can actually see. So why am I so nervous? Do I sense that something isn't right? Do I worry that I'll just drop dead in an instant? I squint to see further in the darkness, just to make sure, even though the noise we heard was much closer than it would have sounded at that distance. We have to explore further.
"Laelia, get ready," I whisper solemnly, as I look back at her content green eyes. She bites her lip and nods, holding up her axe in preparation. I lightly step forward, my body entirely leaving the warmth of the cave, and the cold completely enveloping it. I spin around, holding out my spear in a defensive stance. I now see the sides of the boulders, all looking relatively bare from people. Laelia bounds out to follow me, holding up her axe with two cold white hands. We stand back to back, looking out for each other's blind spots and keeping a watchful eye on potential attackers.
"Look," Laelia gasps, pointing at something at the sides of the boulders. I slowly edge my way towards it, looking down, kneeling beside it, and examining it.
"Footprints," I mumble, looking at Laelia with fear.
"And freshly made." Laelia's eyes widen, her body trembling slightly from perhaps a combination of cold and terror.
"How big?" she asks, sounding shaky and fearful. My mouth slants diagonal when I look back at the foot prints.
"Fairly large," I say flatly. I stand myself up and back away to reach Laelia's position.
"Where did they go?" Laelia asks cautiously.
"I'm not sure, the foot prints just stopped. Maybe they somehow backtracked and ran away into that direction," I suggest, pointing towards the vast mountain tundra opposite that of the boulders. Laelia turns that way too, eyes scanning the area and mouth frowning.
"Perhaps," she squeaks, voice timid and uncertain.
"That's where you are wrong."
There is no hesitation in both Laelia and I spinning around in an instant. The two of us hold up our weapons, at the figure that stands on top of our cave. My mouth drops in horror when I come to recognize the figure. There is only one person who is that big.
Fletcher drops down onto the snow, landing on one knee and looking down at the ground. He perks his head up at us, standing side by side in terror, causing him to smirk and lift himself up.
"You know, if you really wanted me to not know of every move you were making, you should probably be a little quieter," he says shaking his head. After saying this, he pulls out a truly horrific sword, one so big that it matches my spear in length, one that glints white with the reflection of the moon, only that parts that aren't covered in blood that is. Blood. Blood that coats most of the sword. He has not only killed Ancora, but he also either killed Dana or Naomi.
I must look utterly gaunt at the introduction to his sword, because he sees me gawking at it and flings it around playfully.
"Oh you like it? I named it Life Devourer, because you know, it devours lives," he says with a humorous smirk implanted on his face.
"W-who, did that kill?" Laelia stutters, sounding completely mortified.
"Naomi, the little bitch jumped in the way when I was about to kill Cassia. No matter, I'm on my way to kill her anyways, and look who I have stumbled into along the way!" he gestures to us, appearing satisfied.
"Please Fletcher, there has got to be some other way, just let us go and we won't get in your way," I plead calmly, despite my shaking body and frozen stature.
"Well it seems you have already gotten in my way already, and we weren't put in this arena to allow each other to escape, the Capitol wants death so I am willing to give it to them," he says smiling sinisterly. He takes a couple of slow steps forward, continuing to play with Life Devourer and examining it with a smile.
"I would say I'm sorry, but I'm really not." There is a moment when he stops walking, looking up from the sword for a split second. That is before he begins to charge forward. He raises Life Devourer high up above his head, heading straight toward me. I panic, pushing Laelia out of the way, before holding my spear with two hands, and holding it sideways to black Life Devourer.
I cry out in shock at the force the sword hits my spear with, causing my body to jolt and stumble back. It takes all my strength to keep the spear up, blocking the sword from striking my body. The spear manages to retain its form, not breaking in two like I would have guessed it to. I feel a slight amount of relief when I feel the force being lifted, when Life Devourer is raised away from the spear. I stumble forward a couple of feet with the amount of force my body had been pressing that way, while Fletcher takes a step back and regains his composure.
This time Laelia charges forward, bringing her axe to the side of her head. She swings it towards Fletcher, with it looking like it's going to hit its target. However, before it makes contact with Fletcher's flesh, he grabs it by the top of the handle, stopping it mid in its tracks. Laelia's eyes go wide when she realises what just happened, yet she doesn't see it happening, she doesn't see Life Devourer coming down upon her, ready to devour her life.
"No!" I cry out as I thrust my spear above Laelia, once again blocking Fletcher's sword. This time it is a lot harder to stop, with it being immensely more unstable than previously. After a couple of shaky seconds, with me barely keeping the sword away from her, Fletcher grunts in annoyance.
I look at his cold, evil eyes, to see them furious and frustrated, narrowed in a mode of complete focus. He looks at me for a brief moment, before he does something new. He takes the sword away from the spear fast, causing the spear to fling upwards with the energy I was using to keep it forced against the sword. While it is up, Fletcher grabs the end of Laelia's axe, grabbing it so hard that I can see it dig into his left hand. Blood begins to immediately drip from the axe, as he rips it out of her hands and thrusts it aside.
After this he smacks her across the face, with the back of his injured hand, throwing her like a rag doll to land right next to her axe. I cannot pay too much attention to Laelia though, as Fletcher begins to attack once again. This time he tries to slice into my side with Life Devourer, except I manage to jump out of the way just in time.
He swings again, this time higher around my neck. I duck this one, stumbling back a bit when I try to regain my footing. As he readies himself for another swing, my mind is a blur of thoughts, all hitting me hard like a train. One sticks out to me more than anything, even over the 'I'm going to die' thoughts. I have to kill him. I have no choice. There is no getting out of this unless I make my move and actually kill Fletcher. I promised Laelia, and I need to keep my promise.
I have to throw my spear at the right time. I know how to do this, I've killed many fish before by both spear and trident. It can't be any different to killing a shark, a big shark that is currently trying to kill me. No different. No different. No different!
When Fletcher swings his sword again and misses, I ready myself to throw the spear. When the sword is at the furthest point away from Fletcher's front, I launch it forward. It hits him. It draws blood. However, it doesn't hit fatally. The spear tears into his right upper arm, ripping into the flesh and sticking into it.
Fletcher stops for a moment, taking the time to look at his arm and acknowledge that I just stuck him with a spear. He wraps his fingers around it with his injured left hand, before prying it out, grabbing right next to the spear head. Once he has done this, he looks at me. He looks at me with death being fired from his eyes, hitting every orifice of my body. My completely defenseless body, with currently no weapon to protect itself.
I feel a blinding pain smack into the side of my face, causing me to see stars. Fletcher smacking the end of the spear across my face, causes me to have my body thrust around in recoil. My hands instantly raise to my face, finding the spot that the spear slapped. I open my eyes and see a different scene now. One with Laelia feebly picking herself up, axe lowered by her side as she kneels in the process of standing up.
This means two things to me. The first is that Laelia is hurt, and currently looking my way with terror. The second is, that I am now facing the opposite way of Fletcher, and my back is completely exposed. That's when it happens.
A stinging pain protrudes in my back, before a sharp object ruptures through my lungs and erupts from my chest. I am in complete shock, my arms lowered by my sword and my knees bent from a lack of energy. I stare down at the long bloody sword, protruding from my chest, and then at the spilled crimson, that stains the fluffy white snow.
I look up, my eyes meeting Laelia's, nothing that her mouth is gaping in horror, her eyes watering and tears already leaking from them. I try to say something, anything, but all I do is cough up blood. The blood spurts out of my mouth, landing in both the snow and also dripping down towards the sword impaling through my chest.
I look at Laelia with sorrowful eyes, now that are watering themselves. I continue to do cough blood, as I try to speak to her.
Go.
I try to tell her that, I try to somehow contact her with this last word. I don't want her to see me like this, she needs to get away while she can. She doesn't. Instead, she stands there sobbing, eyes flooding with tears as her shoulders hunch forward.
I feel my body get pushed off the sword, causing me to fall into the cold snow, and into my own blood. The snow is so cold, everything is so cold. I have no energy to do anything, to even try to move. The only thing I move, is my head so that I can look up at Laelia. It doesn't matter.
Fletcher flips my body around, so that now he is all that I can see. His hulking figure, his evil sinister eyes, his victorious smirk. All of this is what I see, and it is the last thing I see. Fletcher presses his thumbs against my eyes, causing me to cough up more blood as I try to scream in pain. Laelia does it for me though, I can hear her distant, and echoed scream as Fletcher's thumbs sink into my eyes. I feel his thumbs where my eyes are meant to be. It is so painful, but I cannot do anything about it.
My head begins to feel constricted, as Fletcher increases the pressure of his hands. It happens for a few seconds, until suddenly, I feel my brain shut down. I feel my face split open, and my head combust. Now all that can be heard, is Laelia's shrill scream, and the distant boom of a cannon as my consciousness and life fades away.
Author's Note:
I bet none of you expected that. What I mean by that, is Danix dying. Holy hell that may have been one of the hardest deaths I've had to write so far, yet I enjoyed every moment of it! I don't know, ideas kept coming, and it was just really long and drawn out. So yes, the fourth death of the games graces us, and it was the first death of a male tribute.
On the other hand, what do you think about Liesel joining Vince and Phionex? Expected? Unexpected? Like usual I would love to hear your thoughts on the chapter! So it's been about a week since I last updated, but you can start expecting that for now. I am also adding the time of each POV, as you would have seen while reading (we are up to Day 4 next chapter), and I will also be adding to the bottom a list of the current alliances, as well as tributes with kills and the amount they have killed. I also made a new forum! I put all the tributes in the cover image, so hopefully you can press on it and see them, otherwise I don't know what else I can do, but yeah new forum on my profile. Anyways, the next chapter name will be on my profile, and I will move onto the Eulogy!
-Ares
Eulogy-
Danix: Your death was really unexpected, and I hated to do it. From the very beginning, you never stood out much, not to me, and not to the readers. I just really wanted to develop your character, and make you into a very prominent tribute, but as I have learned over this story, it is very hard to do that for every one, and you were one of them. I like Danix, he was a tribute with a different mentality, and a tragic backstory. It's just, you were too perfect to kill off. I really wanted to develop you more, but your death kind of leads on to a whole other storyline. As Tom said many times, yes, the mind set of not killing will not get you very far in the games. That wasn't on your form to begin with, but I added that on to add something extra to your character. That wasn't the reason I killed you off though, it only contributed logic to your death. I can happily say your death was inspired by a certain Dornishman's death from Game of Thrones, and have fun in the afterlife, you paid your service well!
Remaining Districts:
District 1
District 2
District 3
District 4
District 5
District 6
District 7
District 8
District 9
District 10
District 11
District 12
Remaining Tributes:
Haim Peridot - District 1?
Theia Cartelle - District 1
Nero Koeing - District 2
Ladonna Gully - District 2
Dayta Owens - District 3
Liesel Varner - District 3
Rhode Nerida - District 4
Minho Lyun - District 5
Laelia Webber - District 5
Aramid Vicuna - District 6
Hera Loughbrook - District 6
Atlas Verdini - District 7
Phionex Blast - District 7
Rexx Kerdom - District 8
Libra Spindle - District 8
Fletcher Wilds - District 9
Vince Rojarze - District 10
Cassia Summers - District 10
Quinn Holland - District 11
Whent Lush - District 12
Alliances:
United Pack 1: Rexx D8, Libra D8, Hera D6
United Pack 2: Vince D10, Phionex D7, Liesel D3
Terrific Trio: Ladonna D2, Cassia D10, Whent D12
Loners:
Theia D1
Haim D1?
Nero D2
Dayta D3
Rhode D4
Fletcher D9
Quinn D11
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Haim D1?
Minho D5
Aramid D6
Atlas D7
Killers:
Fletcher Wilds- 3
Theia Cartelle- 1(2?)