oO0~Second Night~0Oo

Silver Manhatten (D1)

God, the Games are exhausting. Words can't describe it. Imagine running a marathon or an iron man, tough right? It takes a ton of endurance. Now pair that up with little nourishment, killing people, constantly being on guard, and extreme stress. Yeah, it goes without saying that we're all tired.

D.C. builds a small fire. I think we deserve it, and anyway who is stupid enough to attack us? As long as we keep a guard watch, we should be more than fine. That is, until I got assigned the first shift. Nice, real nice. Four hours, of just sitting here listening to Alex snore. So much for getting sleep any time soon.

I get up and pace around our campsite. Must stay awake. Must stay awake.

Rubye sits up and looks at me, "Gosh, you stomp around like a freaking elephant! Trying to sleep here!" I'm not that loud.

I roll my eyes at her, "If you don't like it, why don't you guard?"

She shoots me a death glare, "Whatever. Just keep it down, will you?" She lays back down. Lucky her.

I grab my hammer, just in case, and walk away from the circle of light. I'm not going to go too far, though I won't mind someone murdering Rubye in her sleep. I walk in the woods for about an hour. Nothing stirs, the air is completely sill. If you were superstitious, it would be rather eerie.

If that bird didn't chirp, I wouldn't have seen her. I would've walked right past her, completely oblivious.

There, perched in the tree sleeping, was the District 10 girl that Rubye wants dead. I still don't see what the huge freaking deal is. I should kill her now. Save her from the wrath of Rubye, which basically means a slow painful death.

It wouldn't be to hard, just chuck the hammer at her head. Should work. I've got a clear shot. But somehow, I can't bring myself to do it. I don't know why. It isn't really the thought of killing that is turning me off. It's...I don't know really. Huh. Maybe it's the drama involved. Maybe it's the fact that I know that Rubye will freaking carve me to bits if she finds out. That's not it, I know I can easily take her...

The girl doesn't move, good thing too or she'd fall off that branch. Must be a deep sleeper. She wouldn't know what hit her. I look down at the hammer in my hand, it would put me one step closer to proving myself. One step closer to victory. One step closer to a better life.

"Silver!" D.C. calls as he approaches. Shit.

"What?" I turn to face him. Alex walks up too.

"Whatcha doing? Deserting?" he, not exactly asks, it's more of a threatening tone.

One wrong word and it's gonna be two against one. I circle around so I'm facing the girl, and positioning the morons' backs towards her. "Nah," I mutter, "Just scouting out the area a bit."

Ten's eyes are wide open, but she doesn't move an inch. Must be traumatized right now. She's in quite the precarious position at the moment. I lock eyes with her for the briefest of seconds.

"Oh..." God, the idiots. I just had to have to volunteer the same year as them.

"Let's get back to the campsite," I say, walking off. They arrogantly voice their agreement and follow me back, not a single glance at the girl in the tree.

Jeffery Jester (D10)

"Run!" I yell at Nala. What is our deal with always being attacked by mutts!

"No duh, stupid!" she snaps back. I don't waste my breath on a comeback. Just gotta get out of their way!

Of all the creepy things that the Capitol could create. It had to be this, evil thing! And on top of that, it had to be attacking us of all people! It's...chickens. Not any kind of chickens: huge-giant-I'm-gonna-peck-your-brains-out chickens

I've always hated chickens. I know that probably sounds really dumb coming from a District 10 native, but it's true. The things are evil I tell you. Evil! Their scaly claws that scratch in the dirt. Those smelly ruffled feathers. Those small black beady eyes that always seem to stare you down. But worse of all, it's the sharp pointy beaks that come pecking down on you. I shudder inwardly at the thought. And that's just normal chickens. We have freaking godzilla birds from hell chasing after us!

I leap out of the way, as a car sized beak comes hurdling to the ground. It barely misses, driving a crater into the ground where I had been just a second before. This is not good. Understatement of the century there.

Nala screams (seems to be a common occurrence with her) right as a mutt comes charging at her. I can't watch her get hurt. Without thinking, I go running at her and knock her to the ground right out of the devil bird's path. She's safe, but I have no time to react.

Nala Wheat (D11)

I land to the ground hard. I turn to yell at Jeff for his clumsiness. I looked too soon.

The mutt tramples over him. His screams of pain and fear will never leave my brain. The chicken thing just keeps on running, it's damage done.

There's no cannon, so it's safe to say that he's alive. Hesitantly, I walk over to him. It's not a good picture. I'm pretty sure that your legs aren't supposed to bend at that angle. He is splattered with blood and dirt. Jeff is so filthy right now, I can't tell where he's injured. His chest rises and falls unevenly with every rattled breath.

Poor guy. That could've been me. It would've been me, if Jeff hadn't been all heroic.

"Sorry Jeff," I whisper, and his eyes flutter open to look me. I send the sword into his chest. He sighs his last breath.

On tv, it might look like a mercy blow, me putting him out of his misery. But in all honesty, it wasn't. I had to do it though. Don't get me wrong, I liked Jeff, really liked him. He is, was, a good guy. If we met under different circumstances, things might have been different. But when we are thrown in the arena, and only one person can make it out alive, well, the obvious has to happen. I had no other option.

D1 Silver Manhatten, 15 ~(Rubye, Alex, D.C.)

D1 Rubye Glitter, 17 ~ (Silver, Alex, D.C)

D2 Alexander "Alex" Lear, 17 ~(Silver, Rubye, D.C.)

D2 Absinthe "Abby" Pryse, 18~ (betrayed by Alex)

D3 West Greeter, 15 ~ (head smashed by hammer, courtesy of Silver)

D3 Katsu Mirehi, 14 ~

D4 Dexter "D.C." Codes, 17 ~(Silver, Rubye, Alex)

D4 Crowe Garnet, 16 ~ (stabbed by Abby)

D5 Jeremy Soraks, 16 ~(Darcy)

D5 Echo Drifting, 18 ~(Rayd, Reeve, Cane)

D6 Rayd Wister, 18 ~(Echo, Reeve, Cane)

D6 Darcy Plear, 14 ~ (Jeremy)

D7 Reeve Solomon, 17 ~(Echo, Rayd, Cane)

D7 Cascade Price, 16 ~ (stabbed by Crowe)

D8 Fray Lancing, 13 ~ (speared in back by Slice)

D8 Annastell Hubert, 15 ~ (Katsu, need I say more?)

D9 Slice, 16 ~

D9 Mackensie Marble, 12 ~ (strangled by D.C.)

D10 Samantha "Sammy" Jester, 16 ~

D10 Jeffery "Jeff" Jester, 17 ~ (death by wounds inflicted by giant chicken mutts and Nala)

D11 Cane Jacobi, 14 ~(Echo, Rayd, Reeve)

D11 Nala Wheat, 17 ~

D12 Samuel Austen, 12 ~ (Got in Katsu's way, decapitated)

D12 Trip Moors, 15 ~ (sliced by Katsu)