Delta Mono, District Three Female, 17 years old

Waking up to seeing Ellie writhe in pain, blood still coming from the wound is a site none of us want to see. Myself, Dion and Laurel are awoken by her whimpers of pain. Throughout the night we've gotten medicine from sponsors, bandages too, but none of them seem to help her. My mentor sends a note in one of them, saying the medicine that we really need is in the Career cabin.

We decide as a trio, Ellie excluded as we do our best to keep her as stable as possible, that myself and Laurel will go to the Career cabin whilst Dion stays here and protects her. She'd rather be with someone she's close to rather than new allies who she's not sure she can trust.

"We'll be back with the medicine," I say confidently, not wanting another situation where a younger person who deserves more dies prematurely, "You can count on it."

Dion nods, "If you can take down Phantom I'm sure you can take down anyone."

Laurel and myself get ready with supplies just in case we need to spend the night near the cabin and leave. The lasting image is Dion tending to Ellie's wound. Surprisingly it hasn't gotten too badly infected, probably because Ellie's had a vice grip on it. A bandage has meant she doesn't need to hold it so tightly but even at night she clings it shut.

As we walk from the cabin Laurel turns to me, "Think we're going to come out of here alive?"

I nod, not even glancing over at her. I don't need to see her face full of doubt to make me feel anxious, "We have to."

I can hear Laurel exhale out of nerves and I turn to face her, holding her at her shoulders and squeezing them slightly, "There's two of us and there'll hopefully be two of them since one of them'll be out tribute hunting. We've got this."

She nods, forcing a smile at me, "We've got this."

I nod and begin our trek towards the Career cabin once more. I can hear Laurel repeating a mantra to herself under her breath and I'm sure it's to mentally prepare herself to kill. Calloway, Tesla and Brock are strong guys so we're both going to need all the self-encouragement we can muster.

It's now that I find myself glad that Bobbin and Melvin are dead; now I don't have remorse on who lives and who dies.

Candella Cartwright, District Seven Female, 15 years old

Being far away from the Career cabin had disorientated me so, at first chance, I moved back closer. They're the biggest threats in the arena and I'd like to know where they are and what they're doing when.

I know Calloway has left the alliance and that gives me hope. For all powerful that they are neither Tesla nor Brock have the same sort of training as Calloway does. He was imperative to their success and I can't help but feel like they've shot themselves in the foot.

Tesla's out tribute hunting by the time morning comes into full swing. He looked nervous, probably because Calloway is out there and I can only assume that they ended on neutral terms? I think running into Calloway would be the least of his troubles, given the mutts.

Besides Tesla leaving the cabin, nothing really happens. Brock stays inside and through the window at times I can see him rummaging through the supplies, sharpening weapons and doing what the Careers who stayed at the cabin did - nothing.

I almost give up hope of anything worthy happening when I hear chatter and the rustling of leaves beneath me. Pressing myself close to the trunk of the tree I'm in, Delta and Laurel come into view. They both hold swords offensively and they look to the cabin. I try to listen to their conversation but I only hear broken words.

"Get the medicine."

"I'll distract whoever's in there."

"We can do this."

They're in luck, considering there's only Brock in there but I can't help but find them stupid.

I watch as Delta creeps towards the cabin, Laurel staying back at the edge of the clearing. I think their strategy is that Delta charges at Brock and Laurel runs in and swoops this medicine that they seek.

I watch as Delta gets closer and closer and then it clicks. I grab a slingshot I was sponsored out of my backpack and load it with a single seed and I aim it, not at Delta or Laurel, but the window of the cabin.

I breathe in as I pull the string back, exhaling deeply as I let it go, the seed hitting the window with enough impact that it shatters slightly.

I press myself back against the tree trunk to let what I just did sink in.

I could be responsible for the deaths of two tributes.

Brock Ushums, District Eleven Male, 18 years old

As I'm going through mine and Tesla's supplies I hear the window above me shatter. Some glass shards land amongst my hair and I'm quick to shake them out. I look through the window and see the girls from Nine and Three looking somewhere in the woods. Laurel's at the perimeter of the clearing whereas Delta's at the door. There's a few seconds of silence before Laurel looks at me and screams Delta's name.

Delta turns and looks at me and I can see the conflict running through her eyes as she raises her sword slightly before backing away from the door. I saw Bobbin and Melvin's portraits in the sky and I can only assume she has nothing else left to lose. I grab my sickle and rush out of the door. She must be some form of a threat if she's survived this long and another thread down makes it more likely that I'll be able to win.

I catch up to her easily as it seems she's ready to fight. She raises her sword and I manage to block it with my sickle. She's stronger than I had expected because she manages to break my defence with a dangerous sort of ease. I have to move out of the way of her second swing of her sword, and her third. She wants to take me down, I can see it in her eyes.

She manages to cut me across my right bicep, causing me to howl in pain as I jump back. She takes this as an opportunity to jab at me, narrowly missing as I stumble backwards onto my rear. She looks murderous as she stands over me, stabbing wildly. She seems consumed with a blood lust almost and her stabs become less calculated and more animalistic as they continue, giving me the chance to kick her to the ground and taking the sword that falls out of her hand.

As she attempts to scramble away I waste no opportunity in striking her down in the skull with her own sword, watching her body fall limp.

BOOM!

Laurel Eresong, District Nine Female, 15 years old

Watching Delta's body fall limp makes me feel sick. It's shocking how much she broke down in the fight. She became an animal, a hunter rather than a prey. Brock was surprised too because he looked just as desperate to win himself. Part of me is glad he did - I don't think Delta would've wanted to live with a broken mentality, based on the conversations we had.

After her cannon goes off he looks up at me and I waste no time in scrambling away. I don't need him to kill me. I need to collect my bearings and return to the cabin, to tell Dion that Delta is dead and how we'll need to formulate a new plan for Ellie's survival. Part of me still wonders who launched the seed at the window and it dawns on me after counting down the tributes on my fingers that it had to have been Candella. Why? I don't know. Maybe she's come to the realisation that to win the Games you need to play them and that involves killing other people, directly and indirectly.

I trudge along the hilly terrain, pondering on how Candella and I went from potential allies to her nearly causing me to be killed. Brock isn't chasing me and I know my only threats are Tesla and Calloway.

I get to the lake and sink to my knees, taking long sips from the water. I have water in my canteen but nothing beats the cool water of the lake. I sit back on my heels, wiping my mouth with my wrist as I look around. Leaving Dion and Ellie crosses my mind and I look down at my backpack. I've got the necessary supplies to do so but how long will I survive on my own? Last time I was, Calloway nearly killed me. My arm still isn't right - lack of proper treatment means that my arm is perpetually sore and I can't move it very well. If I was to get into an altercation of my own I'd be screwed.

I get up to leave when I'm knocked into the water from behind, a force so strong that my face hits the shallow lake front, pain shooting through my face as the stones collide with my skin. I kick myself onto my back and raise my head out of the water to see my attacker but they force my head back under the water, keeping me down by my hair. I try to thrash my arms and legs but it doesn't seem to have any effect. My attacker just moves to the side to avoid it.

I open my eyes under the water and ignore the stinging sensation. I can see a figure but it's blurry - I can't make out any facial features. I can tell it's a male tribute, though. Neither Ellie nor Candella are strong enough to do something like this.

I try to kick harder and harder as the need for air intensifies. I try to resist the temptation to gasp for air but it's too much. The attacker pulls on my hair hard and my mouth opens to scream, causing me to involuntarily inhale large amounts of water. My thrashing gets harder and in the end I can just feel myself pounding my feet and arms into nothing as they collide with the ground.

The figure becomes blurrier and blurrier until it fades to nothing.

BOOM!

Dion Ouyang, District Ten Male, 16 years old

"That's probably Delta and Laurel," Ellie says, looking out of the hole in the wall.

I shake my head, ignoring her pessimism, "It could be Brock, Tesla or Calloway."

She shoots me an unimpressed look and I hang my head in surrender, "Delta and Laurel do see more likely, though."

She nods with a satisfied smile.

I go to have some more food but we don't have any; Delta and Laurel took the last amounts with the promise they'd bring some back from the Career's Cabin. Naturally, seeing as Delta had killed Phantom, we believed them and now we have no food.

"We need more food," I announce to Ellie and she looks over at our empty wrappers and casings and back at me.

"Are you going out to get some?" She asks, a hint of fear creeping into her tone, "Or should we wait for sponsors?"

Sponsors are dangerous, mostly because you don't know if you're guaranteed them or not.

"I'll go and get some," I say, standing up and grabbing a sword that I really don't want to have to use, "I won't go too far in the forest, promise."

She watches me silently and nods, opening her arms out for a hug.

I lean down and hug her tightly, kissing her forehead once before I go down the stairs.

"I'll be back before noon!" I shout and I hear her muffled reply as I close the door.

I purposefully don't go around the back where she'll be able to see me through the hole in the wall. No, instead I follow a path in front of the cabin.

I find quite a bit of food. Berries, dead animals that are still edible and some other non-perishable food items like nuts that I presume other tributes have dropped or forgotten, maybe even the remains of fallen tributes. My bag becomes full pretty quickly and I'm happy that I can return to Ellie quicker than I had expected. I make sure to refill the canteens I have at one of the smaller rivers that offshoot from the lake and I turn to return to our cabin. I don't see either Laurel or Delta and I expect the worse has happened.

As I walk back to the cabin I smell a burning smell and at first I pass it off as nothing. Many people have started camp fires here and there to cook food and I assume there's either a tribute just close enough where I can smell the burning smell, given the wind is extra breezy today, or I've stumbled upon a recently extinguished fire. The burning gets more intense and it's only when I look to the side that I see a forest fire ravaging my planned way to get to the cabin.

I try to run in all directions to the cabin, each being met with the same blockade of flames. I step back, stumbling when a flaming branch lands before me.

I don't want to leave Ellie, not a second time, but I can't stay here.

I run to the lake, shouting wildly that I'll come back to save her.

I don't know if she hears me.

Calloway Haldor, District Two Male, 18 years old

I managed to enter a clearing before the forest fire started, which I thank all that's above for. It'll rage on for hours and I could've been trapped in a spot that would've been engulfed in minutes.

In the centre of the clearing is an old, decrepit cabin, much like the one Tesla and Brock have. It clicks as to why we didn't see Delta, Bobbin and Melvin much after the Bloodbath and odd encounters; they've been here this whole time.

The front door of the cabin opens nearly instantly and I quick scan through at the bottom floor shows it to be empty. There's clear damage to the stairs and there's remnants of packages and splints on the floor. Maybe this is where Buckingham and Shelldon were able to raid for more supplies?

The climb up the stairs is harder than I imagined but I manage it just fine after a few tries. Clearly it was altered for the purpose of keeping those who don't know how to get up them, downstairs. It's a good strategy, especially since you could just throw things from the railing and hope for the best with good results.

On the top floor I find Ellie, the girl from Eleven.

She heard me come in because she stands, one arm clutching her stomach and the other pointing a knife at me offensively.

"What do you want?" She says, teeth gritting slightly as she glares at me. For being fourteen she understands what happens in the Games better than some her age back at Two.

"I was investigating," I say, moving around a little bit, watching her do the same as we mirror an old showdown.

"You've investigated," She says, "Now leave."

I don't say anything but I look down at her stomach, seeing a bandage peeking through her torn top.

"What happened?" I ask, lowering my sword to show I'm not going to attack her, not yet anyway.

"Phantom stabbed me," She replies, her knife slowly being lowered, "And I've got no medicine to make me feel better."

Without a second thought I take the backpack off my shoulder and rummage through the various medicines I took from the Careers before I left. I thank my knowledge in medicine because I beckon her forward after lining out some medicines that I know are effective.

"They're painkillers," I explain as she sits down in front of me; still weary as she holds her knife, "The best you can get."

She holds out her hands when I indicate her too and she takes them, the visible signs of relaxation happening almost immediately.

"I can stay here if you want," I offer, causing her to look at me, "Until you're healthy. Then I'll leave."

She thinks about it for a second before nodding.

Eulogies:

8th - Delta Mono, District Three Female, killed by Brock

Ahhh Delta. You weren't going to survive much longer after the death of Bobbin. That destroyed you and I think that became clear when you lost all humane senses during your fight with Brock. That and you were submitted by an irl friend to fill the spot when I needed it and after Bobbin, your plot device, had died you didn't have much left going for yourself. If you were submitted by a user then maybe things would've turned out differently but, alas, that's not the case. Thanks to Wendy for submitting Delta!

7th - Laurel Eresong, District Nine Female, killed by Calloway

I like how your death was kept mysterious, I think it's definitely among the most memorable these Games. Laurel you were always one of the sweetest and I'm glad you got to live longer; the altercation where you fell down the hill was meant to be your ending point but something stopped me and I kept you for longer. I grew to love you and betrayal by Candella (although neither of you were allied) felt like a compelling way to send you to your doom. Calloway got you in the end but you kept kicking until the very last moment. Thank you so much to MessyModgePodge for submitting Laurel! She was certainly one of the sweetest and most caring tributes I've had the pleasure of writing.

Tributes Remaining:

Calloway, District Two

Tesla, District Five

Candella, District Seven

Dion, District Ten

Ellie, District Eleven

Brock, District Eleven

Alliances:

Calloway & Ellie

Tesla & Brock

Solo Tributes:

Candella

Dion

The final six! It's bittersweet to see this SYOT ending but I hope you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I have writing it!

As of now I only have two more exams so afterwards I'll be able to wrap these games up!

I know I have my 100th Games still going but I'll be starting another regular one, mostly because I like those Games as they don't require the background of a quell to overrule throughout them, so keep your eyes open! Please do submit since I loved these tributes.

As always, reviews make me happy~!

-Oli