Kristine Murray, 4

It's very early morning when I wake up, bright-eyed but wary. I glance around. Everybody's shockingly asleep- that is, except for Eve. But she's getting drowsy, her eyelids shutting and snapping open rapidly. You can tell that the lack of sleep is getting to her. She keeps fiddling with the tip of her pigtail, peering around, swaying slightly.

"Where you… where you going… Krist… Kristyyyy?" she asks me, her eyes rolling back in her head and nostrils flaring.

"Gonna hunt people," I whisper back, nodding quickly. "Sleepy tributes won't know what hit 'em."

"Gonna hunt a-alone?" she slurs, scratching her cheek.

"If I took Diamond, she'd get killed. Same with Justice, the little c-creep," I manage, deadpanning. I hate insulting people. "You obviously need some rest on that leg of yours, Eve. Lance and David, I don't trust them. So basically, just me."

Eve grins sleepily, cracking her fingers against her skull. "Tha… That's good, Kristyyyy," Eve giggles slightly. "Bring back the we… weird girrrrl. Fr, from Niiiiiine. The g-g-girrrrrrl who messed up my foot and h-heaaaad wi-with a MACE. Heh, heh, she's gonna be sooooo dead…."

It's obvious that Eve's not all here. That in mind, now would be an opportune time to grab a trident and jab her neck. But I don't want to kill unless I have to, and I rather like Eve. She's been the nicest to me, although she puts up a bold front and actually wants to kill kids. Lance and David from Eight are bloodthirsty. Diamond and Justice have a tight little bond, not letting anybody in. I'd offer Eve a ride with me in the raft, but she'd be better off here, with some TLC and time to think.

And sure. Lance was nice to me at the Reaping, but ever since he's met 'cooler' people, he's never said a word to me. Neither "Please pass the red sauce" nor "Good morning, Kristine" has passed his lips. What a fool, and I'm not just saying that.

"Yeah, well," I tell her, shrugging. "See you in the morning, Eve."

"Byyyyeeeeeeee, Kristy," Eve replies in a sort of drunken phase.

I collect a backpack that I had previously packed before, full of dried fruits (so I don't get scurvy, as the pirates in our village say), powdered meals and such as I mentioned before, a few hardtacks (hard, dried bread that is native to Four), and three canteens full of water. For survival items, I have some matches, some wire, a compass, a first-aid kit, and my secret weapon- hooks.

Hooks are powerful, but nobody ever overestimates them. They think they're good for fishing and nothing else. Sure, they're good for that. But hooks also can get inside an enemy, puncture a lung, pull on some heartstrings. Dig out an eye. Anything, really.

I would have preferred to take some iodine as well, but there wasn't enough room in my pockets nor the backpack, and it would probably spill out in a raft.

I snatch up two tridents (a beautiful bronze specimen that's just two feet long and a sleek, metallic silver one that extends as far as my arm) and begin blowing up my raft. Eve watches me, her eyes half-closed and a silly little grin on her pale face.

"Make surrrre to get Nine," she wheezes as I push the raft away, twenty minutes later. I grab two oars and my supplies and give her a nod.

"Will do, Eve." I salute her and whistle a brief sailor's tune, originated since the Twenty-Ninth annual Hunger Games.

For our brave heroes we've been taught

Obey your parents, untie that knot

Never disregard your brother or sister

Or that old woman, even go up and kiss her

We will arise and reign anew

Don't be afraid, dear Clara Lou!

Thank…. You!

It's such a happy tune since the seventeen-year-old who won that year had a disability. Well, not really him, as the odds were certainly not in his favor, but his partner. Clara Lou, I think her name was. She defended him until the end, then chose to jump off a cliff when they announced it was the final two. Clara, apparently, was my great-great-grandmother or aunt or something. I want to be as wonderful, as strong as her.

I nod at Eve one last time and she offers me a loopy grin. "Byyyyyeeee," I chirp over to her. She giggles.

I hop into the raft and begin rowing.

Lance Finn, 4

When we all wake up, something's different. Eve is snoozing, which is very unlike her. I grab her shoulder and give her a quick shake.

"Eve!" I call, patting her face rapidly. "Eve, wake up!"

Eve awakens, a satisfied, cheery grin on her flushed face. "Yeahhhh, Lance?"

Have I mentioned that ever since the tall girl from Nine, (Hydra or something, I'm not sure) cut Eve, she's been a bit… loopy? I think she's taking the same path as Cloe. Nobody here really knows first-aid. I think that my 'wonderful' district partner may, but she never says anything to anybody anymore. Occasionally she sits by the cacti, stripping them of their spines, and- oops, I'm getting off-track.

Wait, where IS my district partner?

"Did you kill Kristine?" I ask Eve, a huge smile splitting my face in half. I'm sure that she did. Her cannon boomed in the early morning, when we were all fast asleep, so that's probably why-

"Nooooo," Eve shakes her head, pigtails swinging. "La-YUNCE. She went out to hunt! DUHHHH. Don't you know ANYTHING? Heh, heh, heh-"

I clench both hands into fists, nails digging into my palms. "She did, now, did she?" I seethed.

Eve nods in affirmation. "I'm hungry, guys. Something to eat?" she glances over our group hopefully. Justice grabs her a biscuit and a few strips of turkey jerky and goes back to watching me. Everybody else is except David, who's licking his weapon.

"Er, David?" pipes up Diamond. "What…. Are you doing? That's gross. There's dry blood on it."

"I taste nothing but vengeance," David sneers at her. "I suggest you shut up, pint-sized."

Diamond gasps. "Pint…? DAVID, how DARE you?" she shrieks, crossing her arms over her chest. "I could bloody well say the same to YOU. You KING-sized!"

Justice smacks his forehead into his palm.

"Diamond," I whisper to her. "Not helping."

"Put a sock in it, Lance, you TRIDENT freak!" she screeches at me. She's on a roll here.

"And YOU, EVE," bellows Diamond. "Hell, I've got FORTY TRILLION THINGS TO SAY 'BOUT YOU!"

"Such as?" smirks Eve. She's surprisingly back to her regular, sarcastic, witty but attractive self. It makes me wonder if all her loopiness was just an act. But no. I push the thought away. Eve's nearly not that smart. She'd never. "Got any insults for me, Jewel Queen?"

"I've really got some choice words to say about YOU!" shrieks Diamond, fluffing her blond curls up. "You're a snotty little BI-"

"Can it," David remarks casually, staring straight into Diamond's furious, steely grey eyes.

Diamond purses her lush pink lips furiously, seemingly angry at the world. "Fine," she snaps. "But you're gonna be sorry, David. When I kill you, I'll make sure to enjoy it!"

"That's very nice, Diamond," David counters. "Making threats at your allies won't get you very far in the Hunger Games."

"Do you really think I care?" retorts Diamond.

"Stop," Eve cries, a wicked little grin on her face. Obviously, for her, this was enjoyable entertainment. Clearly, she's just saying 'stop' so they'd think peacefully of her.

"She started it," accuses Justice playfully. Diamond's grimace turned into a wide beam.

"Just-IIIICE!" she whines, batting her eyelashes at her favorite friend.

"BACK TO KRISTINE," I shriek.

Eve blinks. "Right."

"Where'd she say she was going?" I ask.

Eve shrugs. "Out to hunt." Her loopy, slurred voice is gone. I wonder why she was trying that out. "She took a raft. Probably in the islands."

"Were there any cannons this morning?" I inquire.

"No," she replies.

I smash my forehead into my palm. This wasn't making any sense. "Was she abandoning us?" That would be her best bet. Not many others can swim.

"I don't KNOW, Lance," Eve sighs. "Shut uuuuuup."

I scratch my chin as I bite into an apple. It looks like our alliance had a traitor in its midst.

Sparkella Munez, 5

After the two older kids arrived, I had no choice but to stay up in my tree. I wasn't going to confront them at all. That would probably end with me getting Roland's scythe in my neck. My legs were getting a bit tired, though, much like every morning back in Five.

Caty, the green-skinned girl from Eight, had put some poisonous oil or whatever on her leg. Probably to test it out, see if it was healing or something twisted like that. No, it was not healing. It turned out to be corrosive to the skin, eating away at the flesh and numbing her leg eventually. Roland was very calm, spattering it with water as best he could. But even I can tell that it's going to take something short of a sponsor gift to heal it. She needs high-tech meds. But it is early in the Games; perhaps some Capitolite will donate enough cash for a jug of ointment.

And I'm turning out to be the youngest person here. I wonder if I'll ever get one of those silver parachutes I've seen in previous Games. But wait… Speaking of tributes…

There were ten kids down. After the next four there would be interviews, then probably a feast, and then, finally, a victor. I guess I'm still hanging onto that little shred of hope that I can outlast the others, but it will be a long and fierce battle. I'm basically going to die; it's written in the stars.

There have been no recent deaths, which means (I think, anyways) there will soon be some muttations: genetically engineered, ferocious animals that the Capitol specializes in breeding. To me, it seems they're born to kill, bred to rip people to shreds, but they bleed all the same.

Two or three years there was a giant swarm of flying purplish greenish snakes that had tiny holes in their underbellies that they used to hover. They got into position above a tribute, then they fell down quickly and latched onto the kid's head, using the pores to noisily suck out the tributes' brains. Six kids died that way, I remember.

Then last year there were two muttations- a large, red and orange cat that prowled around with black claws that were razor sharp and fur that electrocuted. The One-Two-Four's all died because they slaughtered it, making the mistake of using metal weapons. They worked as transmitters and gave the people a huge shock, literally.

The second mutt that year was a small insect. Well, many of them, actually. They nested in hives all around. Tracker-jackers, I think they were named. They caused poisonous welts the sizes of plums with their stings and, later on, hallucinations. They were a huge hit as well, mainly because last year almost all of the tributes were fourteen, thirteen, or twelve and terrified of killing. Eventually, some girl from an outlier district won.

Back to last night.

Just before Caty blacked out, she stared right at me. Now, it was dark, so I'm hoping that she saw nothing. But I can never be too sure.

And now today, they went off hiking again, Caty limping and Roland supporting her. I slid down the tree with ease about five minutes after I saw them off in the distance a bit. Then I slunk around for a couple ten, twenty minutes until I found a water-bearing spring. It was extremely small, but some birds and squirrels were drinking from it, so I suppose it was fresh. I don't know. I gulped down as much as I could hold and decided to stay up in a tree nearby to guard my water…. Well, noting my 'bravery', stay by my water would be better usage of words.

I plucked a vine from a nearby tree and began tying a snare.

A/N: Hey. Just to tell you, I can't post much for a bit except in mornings because our wifi is being stupid, which means I cannot respond to PM's much either.

No deaths, it's sort of pointless to post that list if there's no deaths.

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I'm still sick. -.-