For clarification: It's actually night four and day five, technically, but that's ok lol I like the way the chapter titles are and won't change it hehe

Shawn Andersen, 14, District Three Male

The rain is starting to flood the little house that he's crouched in.

It comes in waves. The water rushes in through the door and some of the windows as the storm rages on outside, soaking the carpet and reaching his wet shoes if he isn't careful, before washing back out through the cracks that it managed to get through. But most of the water remains on the floor, slowly making its way up the side of the walls as the house continues to fill with the dirty, raging river water.

Bernard slips in the water as he exits the bedroom and chokes on a mouthful of water, spitting it out onto the floor and wiping his mouth. "There better not be any nasty bugs or viruses in that water. I'm not dying from that."

Shawn shivers, his ankles fully submerged in the water. "We got to get to the top of the roof if we'll have a chance at not getting totally flooded. Did you break the Tesla coil?"

Bernard nods, tapping the wrench he has in his hand against his thigh. "Destroyed so that it won't electrocute us."

Shawn smiles, grabbing one of the chairs and propping it up against the ceiling. "I think that the roof is pretty weak, especially since it's leaking." He holds his hand up for reference, feeling the icy water dripping against his palm.

"So we have to… break it?" asks Bernard incredulously, almost dropping the wrench as he looks up at the low ceiling. "But what about the wires in there? Won't those be bad?"

"There might not be any wires in the ceiling," points out Shawn, climbing onto the chair. "Hand me the wrench, will you?"

Bernard passes him the wrench and Shawn grimly starts to batter the roof with the wrench, punching with it as hard as he can. The plaster slowly cracks before falling into the water, Bernard crying out in disgust when some gets in his hair. "This smells horrible!"

Shawn shrugs and continues to hit the roof, trying to make a hole in it so that the two tributes can widen their chance at escape and climb through. "It's our only way to get out. We aren't escaping through the door, especially if it's flooding water. The current will sweep us away for good."

"Couldn't we wait a bit longer?" Bernard questions, the water now knee-deep. "We don't need to spend like, hours out there. I say we widen it and then wait in here until the water gets too much for us."

"And if the house collapses? What then?"

"Oh. I didn't think of that." Bernard grabs another chair and places it next to Shawn, wading through the kitchen to grab a knife from the counter before standing the now-fallen chair back up. "I can help you!"

He stands on the chair and takes a spot at the newly-made hole, chipping away bits of the roof with the sharp knife as Shawn keeps slamming the wrench into the ceiling. The two grimly hit away, the hole continuing to widen and widen. Soon, rain is hitting their faces and causing the tools to get slippery. Bernard almost drops his knife into the water, desperately grabbing it with his other hand. "Ow! I cut myself!"

"Just keep working!" Shawn hisses through clenched lips, his fingers aching from how hard he's hitting the roof. "We can't give up now."

"We could…"

"No, we couldn't." Shawn stops the conversation as a piece of plywood cracks and scrapes his arm on its way into the water, his arm starting to ooze crimson red blood. "We're almost there!"

Bernard smiles and carves away at the hole, chips falling into the water as he widens the hole and tries to cut away the rough edges. The chairs are getting close to being underwater by now, the water splashing against Shawn's shoes and soaking his legs even more. But they're so close to finishing, the hole just wide enough for them to squeeze through. Shawn whoops as he punches the wrench through the side of the hole, sliding the tool onto the roof for future use. "I think we can get through! You wanna go first?"

Bernard shrugs and jumps as high as he can, his fingers grabbing the side of the hole and holding. He yelps in pain but continues to hold, his legs flailing in the air as he tries to push himself up. Shawn grabs his feet and pushes them up, letting Bernard get his arms through the hole and hoist himself up. The boy disappears through the hole and then pokes his face back through, his eyes beaming in delight. "I'm through! The storm looks pretty bad. You better hurry up and get up here, I'll pull you up."

Shawn takes a hold of the younger boy's arms and tries to climb up, his legs pushing against the wall as he struggles through the hole. Bernard's fingers are wet with blood but hold firm, allowing Shawn to make his way onto the top of the roof. The wind is much stronger than he thought it would be, almost blowing him into the choppy water that surrounds the house. He can't even see the lawn, and the window of the kitchen seems to be almost submerged in the water. "Loud up here!"

"What - say?" yells back Bernard, cupping his hand to his ear. Shawn groans in frustration, looking around for his wrench. The wind is too loud for him to communicate with his ally.

Bernard yells what might be a warning to Shawn, but the boy from Three ignores it. He wants to have his wrench for when the storm dies down, something that he can use as protection in case they run into someone after the storm. Maybe they'll be able to escape then, able to make their way to whatever base that the rebels have set up. They have to have made one, there would be no point of escape otherwise. And he's going to lead the mission and save Bernard and help lead the revolution -

He slips on the side of the roof and falls into the water, struggling to keep up above the raging water as it tries to drag him down below the surface. First, he stays above water, and then something hits his chest and he can't feel anything anymore.

His only regret is that he couldn't have saved them all.

Ajax Spinnaker, 17, District Two Male

Their hole is starting to fill up.

Zora tumbles back onto the ground, groaning from the force of the fall. "Why is this hole so damn deep?"

Keelan shrugs, coughing violently and shivering as he tries to lift his feet out of the water that's seeping in steadily from the raging storm in the arena. If they aren't careful, they're all going to drown in this hole.

Ajax shivers as water pours onto his head, his very bones seeming to chill from the cold of the water below. It's… so cold… so cold…

It's been hours since they've fallen in this hell of a hole. Hours of being trapped in soggy mud and crumbling walls of dirt, coating him with a slick layer of mud that tries to get into his mouth whenever he isn't paying attention. Sleep had been out of the question tonight - if you weren't careful, the rain that was pouring into the hole would easily drown you. After all, there was no point in drowning like that when there was no room at all to sleep in here. He just hopes that they can get out soon. He doesn't want to drown like this. He just wants to go back home, climb into bed, and drift off to sleep…

He jerks up, having sunk to his knees as he had drifted off to sleep. It's another wave of water that had woken him up this time, washing away some of the mud and making him sputter from the shock. But he's thankful. At least he hadn't stayed asleep.

Zora is the only one with energy left to try to get out of the hole. Again and again, she forces her way up a few feet before the soggy mud painting the sides of the hole collapses and sends her spiralling back into the hole; often on Ajax or Keelan. There's barely enough room for all of them to stand in the hole, let alone move out of the way when someone falls from their ascent to the top.

Zora seems to be trying to stab one of their swords and a few of the spikes that were at the bottom of the hole into the ground, trying to ignore the corpse of Taffeta below her feet. It's only been around a day since she had died - or maybe less, he hasn't been able to keep track of time in here when he's had trouble seeing the sun - but her eyes are blank and her body is swelling into grotesque, twisted shapes that make him want to look away. So he looks up instead, moving to help Zora hammer a spike into the side of the hole. "Is that good so far?"

Zora steps onto the wooden stake and experimentally bounces on it, nodding firmly. "Seems good. Another, and I might get high enough to make a leap for it."

Ajax nods, helping her get up onto the first stake and smash another into the side of the hole. Zora tries to push herself up to the second before taking a leap into the air. She almost reaches the top, she almost does, but like her previous attempts, her fingers miss the side of the hole and she tumbles back onto the ground.

"Ow!" Keelan's face is starting to swell from where Zora's foot had hit him as the girl gets back onto her feet, glaring up at the top of the hole and rubbing her sore head. "I can't seem to get high enough to do this. How on Panem did that bitch get the hole so deep? She'd have to get into here at some time to dig, you know. How would she get back up? Ropes? And where did all the dirt go?"

"There's no time to think about that," Ajax points out, looking down to the ground where the waterline has managed to reach his ankles. "We're starting to get filled up with water. We've gotta get out of here. Now. Now, stop thinking about the girl from Twelve and work on surviving. It's the only chance we have."

Zora nods grimly and tries to claw her way up the hole, giving up halfway her foray up the sides of the hole and jumps back down, her nails dirty with the mud sticking to her hands. "I think it's best if we work together. If we get up to the top together, whoever's up first can help haul the others into the fields. And then we can go back to the cornucopia."

Ajax agrees and moves to the side as Keelan grabs his spear, climbing atop of the first stake that they had stuck into the side of the hole. "If I get high enough, I might be able to use this as a bar of sorts to haul ourselves onto the surface. I think it'll work."

Zora helps him position himself on the stake, moving out of the way as Keelan prepares to leap. "It will work. It has to. It has to."

"I sure hope so..." Keelan mumbles as he prepares to leap, his muscles clenched and his mouth shut. Then he leaps into the air, a cry of anger emitting from his lips as he gets to the top. But then the stream of water falling into the hole hits him square in the face, sending him back with surprise. He turns around in the air as he falls, pointing the spear away from him as he goes crashing down. He's going to hit someone with that thing, Ajax thinks wryly as he watches the spear come down towards the ground - towards Ajax, ready to nail him in the stomach. And then it hits him - he's going to get stabbed. He's going to die. Oh Panem, he's about to die.

He shuts his eyes, trying to forget the pain. But then the spear smashes into his body and all he can do is scream.

Keelan Spinnaker, 17, District Four Male

He hits the ground face first, his fingers still clenched onto the spear as he swallows a mouthful of water. The stuff tastes horrible, coating his tongue with dirt and mud. It's all he can do to not retch it out along with whatever's left in his stomach, but he manages to keep it in. He doesn't need to puke right now.

He realizes that he's still holding the spear and follows the pole with his eyes, almost watching curiously as he sees that he's stabbed Ajax right in the chest.

Oh Panem, he's stabbed his ally in the chest.

Zora yells in rage and slaps Keelan across the face before crouching down next to her district partner, frantically trying to stem the blood flow with her fingers. "No, Ajax, don't leave me, don't leave us, no, no, no, no..."

Keelan feels his red face with his fingers, watching in horror as Ajax coughs up blood. It splatters on Zora's fingers but she doesn't notice, holding all the tighter to his wound. "You're going to be fine, Ajax. I know you, you can come back from this."

"I'm… dying..." he gasps, holding up his arm before letting it splash back into the water. "Forgive… Keelan… didn't… it."

"No, you're staying alive!" yells Zora, grabbing his arms and positioning him so his face remains above the water. "Please, Ajax, don't leave me..."

Keelan breathes deeply, crouching down to Ajax and feeling a small tear stream down his face. "Sorry, Jax. You know I didn't mean it. We'll win for you."

With that, Ajax smiles weakly before closing his eyes, Zora still trying to keep the blood from flowing out of his wound. Keelan pulls the spear out of Ajax's body, letting it fall into the water. "He deserves to die peacefully, quickly. Would you not deny him that right, Zora?"

Zora nods, her eyes shining with what might be tears as she bends down to Ajax. "I want you to know, Ajax… you were the best of us all."

She kisses him on the cheek and stands up, watching the life ebb out of Ajax until his eyes close and a cannon booms in the air. Her eyes seem peaceful as she looks at the body of her district partner, silently taking one last mental picture to remember him by. Then she turns around to Keelan with a vicious snarl, brandishing her weapon and moving closer to the terrified boy from Four. "You… killed my district partner, Four. "

Keelan backs up to a side of the hole with his hands raised in surrender, shaking his head and hoping that Zora won't be too impulsive. "It was an accident! I didn't mean to hit Ajax, trust me! But if you kill me, I don't think we'll be getting out any time soon. We have to work together for this to work."

Zora looks down at the water pooling around her feet and nods, helping Keelan to stand back up. "I guess we'll have to try the spear thing again. But if you miss and hit me, I hope you're stuck here on your own."

Keelan nods and prepares to leap, breathing deeply as his feet struggle to remain on the narrow stake. He looks up, closes his eyes, and jumps towards the top of the hole, holding the spear with both hands. The spear rises over the top of the hole and Keelan lets go of the weapon, watching it wobble before stopping, both sides of the spear touching the ground and creating a firm pole for them to climb up on.

Zora helps Keelan up off of Taffeta's corpse, Keelan grinning as he stands back up on his feet. "I'll go first, and then help you up. Got it?"

Zora stares Keelan down before slowly nodding, allowing him to brush off some of the mud that's clinging to his pants before he prepares to jump for the spear and haul himself up. As he gets up on the stake that they've been using to leap off of, he realizes that the spear might not be strong enough to be able to pull himself up on.

It better be strong enough.

He leaps into the air and grabs the staff of the spear, the weapon bouncing slightly before sinking into both sides of the hole. Keelan lifts one leg up and hooks it over the weapon, shimmying himself to the side of the hole before turning upright and jumping onto the ground. The fields are wet with the storm, rain pouring down onto Keelan and soaking what little dry spots he has left on his uniform. Water seems to be pooling on the ground and flowing into the hole, already up to Zora's knees where she's standing. They've gotten out at the right time. A few more minutes, and the water might have been too high for them to stand on the stake properly.

Zora looks up impatiently from the bottom of the hole, waving to Keelan. "You going to lower the spear down to me and lift me up?"

Keelan nods slowly, then pauses as he looks down at Zora. He could get her out.

Or not.

If he does so, he'll probably be betrayed by the angry career due to the fact that he had managed to kill her district partner. Even if she doesn't do it now, he can't risk having her kill him this close to the final eight.

The careers are dead or dying, all scattered throughout the arena. It's time to cut this alliance loose and strike it out on his own. It's his only chance of surviving. He can't go back to the cornucopia with Zora and try to hunt, the losses this year have been too great for them to continue as they have before. He's going it alone from now on.

"Keelan? What are you doing?" yells Zora, her eyes still visible in the darkness as Keelan reaches for the spear. "Are you getting me out? Hurry up! The water's still rising in here, dolt!"

Keelan grabs the spear and shakes his head as he looks down at Zora, ready to turn away. "The alliance has already had it's best days, Zora. Good luck on your own."

Zora sputters in confusion, trying to claw her way up to the top of the hole. "Keelan? Are you leaving? Come back! Back! Keelan!"

He runs as she starts to swear in rage, trying to stumble to a place where he can't hear her screams. He'll be safe wherever he can't hear her, see her, think of her. He'll find a place to sleep.

But he'll still hear her in his dreams.

Marshall Furr, 16, District Ten Male

The forest is starting to flood.

He had noticed that the back half of the arena seemed to be quite lower than the half where the cornucopia was situated in the bloodbath, but the information had managed to escape his mind as the alliance had met up with Aris and fled to the large barn in the distance. Now he's regretting the fact that he had originally tossed it away, knowing that if he had remembered, they could have hiked to the higher half of the forest and set up camp there instead of having their camp flood with water.

At least Ryker knew which trees they should perch in before venturing back onto the ground.

Ryker is above him in the tree, silently holding onto a firm branch as he looks at the water pooling on the ground of the forest. The rock that they had put supplies on as they tried to sleep on the ground is now covered with water, the supplies that had sat on top of it back into Ryker's collection of backpacks. Marshall is holding the food that they have left in his own, routinely tossing up bits for Ryker to chew on. He does so now, throwing a cracker up to the boy from Seven. Ryker grabs it with one hand and tosses it into his mouth, eagerly devouring the dried and salty cracker as he moves around his tree branch. "D'you think that the water will eventually stop falling?"

"I don't know if the rain will ever stop," sighs Marshall, looking down at the ground and watching the water continue to rise slowly. "But we need to keep moving soon. We should get to dry ground, just in case the game makers get any ideas and send some monstrous animal after us."

"Sure thing." Ryker slides down the trunk of the tree and sits next to Marshall, swinging his legs in the air. "I'm glad that there are some trees in this arena. I wouldn't want to be in an arena like, say, the Fifth Games."

"Yeah," replies Marshall, trying to remember watching that games. If he thinks hard, he can remember watching a faded image of a beautiful savanna. And there were… lights flashing on a large building, with tributes dancing their way through the floors and spilling blood in the stairwells. "There were only those huge trees that the giraffes ate from."

"Those don't look like trees," replies Ryker. "Well, not like the ones back home. Those things in the Fifth seemed like homes for some odd folk in another district, not a proper tree to cut down and send back to the Capitol."

"Fair enough." Marshall shifts on his branch and moves closer to the trunk of the tree, looking at a few birds fluttering through the branches of the trees. "We have trees in Ten, you know. I liked to read in them while watching the cattle."

"Oh. We got to play in the forest a lot, but we couldn't go into any parts that were taken by lumberjacks. Your parents would get fined, maybe even whipped for negligence. But I loved the forest when I was a kid. Still do," Ryker laughs, climbing up onto another branch and bouncing slightly on the sturdy branch. "If I wasn't so tall now, I'd be going to the very top of this tree. But the branches would be too thin this time around. If they weren't, I'd see if I couldn't get you to climb from tree to tree and make our way to dry ground."

"Are they close enough to do so?" asks Marshall, looking up at Ryker with a curious look on his face. "Because if we can stay out of the water, we can stay dry. And we want to stay dry for now. I don't feel like walking through waist-deep water for half an hour."

"Half an hour? It's not too far to get to dry ground, you can almost see it if you climb high enough."

Marshall shakes his head, pointing down to the water. "Much slower sloshing through there, especially if it's waist deep. You can't run in waist deep water."

"Well, I could see," says Ryker slowly, moving across the branch and looking at a nearby tree. The trees are close together, the branches touching and intertwining in certain areas to almost block out the sun above with the leaves and pine needles decorating the trees. "They do seem close. Perhaps..."

"Let's try it!" exclaims Marshall, standing up on his branch and moving to the side. "Show me how to do it?"

Ryker nods and walks on his branch, his feet easily standing on the firm branch. "You reach for a thicker branch, then you jump, grab, and then haul yourself up."

He looks at a branch above his and leaps for it, his hands easily wrapping around the branch and holding firm. Ryker moves closer to the trunk of the other tree and hauls himself up, leaning against the trunk. "Think you can do it?"

Marshall gulps and shimmies towards another branch, slowly standing up and grabbing a branch above him for support. He tries to reach the branch that Ryker had grabbed, bending over before stopping and grabbing the branch once more. "I can't do it. It's too far."

Ryker nods slowly and looks at the branch, an idea forming in his mind. "How about… you still have the rope, right? And you can lasso things?"

Marshall pats his backpack, taking out the long piece of rope that they had found in one of the backpacks Aris had grabbed from the cornucopia. "Of course. I'm not from Ten for nothing."

Ryker smiles, pointing to the branch. "If you can lasso it or whatever you do, you can swing to this branch! Just make sure to brace for impact, hitting the trunk can always hurt."

Marshall prepares to throw the lasso, quickly forming it into a loop and twirling it slightly in the air. "Here goes..."

The lasso flies through the air and grabs the branch, allowing Marshall to take a deep breath and swing to the next tree. He slams into the trunk and gasps in surprise, his fingers deftly holding onto the rope as he grabs the trunk and climbs onto the branch. He's done it. The impact may have surprised him, but it's not enough to wipe the grin off of his face.

He's ready to move.

Zora Stikander, 16, District Two Female

She's shivering in the waist deep water, her soaked clothes clinging to her skin and chilling her bones. She can't hear the thunder that's been raging all this morning, but she can still feel the rain pour into the hole. It had been going slow last night, dripping into the hole and slowly swallowing the still bodies of her dead allies, but now it's steadily falling into the hole. Now it's up to her waist, rising even more quickly in a race against to see who will get to the top. And if she loses...

She's going to drown.

She slips under the water and yanks one of the stakes out of the side of the hole, gasping for air as she gets above the chilly water. Then she sloshes towards one of the sides, stabbing the sharp stake that the game makers had placed at the bottom of this hole to wound them all into the muddy wall and pushing it deeper in. She stops when she can't push it any further, pushing back her hair and trying to move the stake in case it's not strong enough to hold her weight.

It doesn't move.

She grabs the stake and pulls her body above the water, reaching her legs onto the stake and slowly standing on it. Her body is cold, shivering as she stands on the stake. The cold feels like it burns, eating away at her skin until she doesn't have a warm spot left in her body.

She'd scream in pain, but she'd lost her voice last night yelling for Keelan to come back.

She bends down and grabs a floating stake from the water, slowly standing back up so she doesn't fall back into the water. It's already happened twice, both times because she had put the first stake up too high and had over-rotated as she had tried to jump up to the top of the hole and pull herself out. She's going to be careful this time around.

She's going to be safe.

Zora curses as water drips onto her hair, soaking her face with what feels like ice water. But she manages to remain on the stake, using her anger to stab the next one into the wall firmly enough for her hands to hold onto.

All she has to do is haul herself onto the second one, and she can climb out of this hell-hole.

She yells and punches her foot into the mud, trying to create a foothold to climb up on. Her hands remain on the top stake and she continues to batter away at the mud, slowly and surely making a strong foothold. When she does, she sticks her right foot into the hold and moves upwards, doing the same with her left foot to the side of the wall. She's getting closer to the top. She's going to make it.

A rock tumbles out as she gives a particularly vicious kick to the side of the hole, splashing into the water and hitting Ajax's head. Zora looks down and gags at the sight of the dead bodies, the eyes of her former allies staring up with a dead gaze. They're watching her. They're ready for her to die.

No, it's the cold kicking in. If she isn't careful, she may very well get a case of hypothermia. And that means hallucinations, tiredness, numbness, clumsiness, and unconsciousness.

She pinches herself and breathes in relief when she feels the sharp pain, continuing to kick upwards and make another foothold. She starts a third with her right foot, quickly making it before lifting her left leg onto the stake.

She's almost there.

Slowly, carefully, she reaches up to the top of the hole before giving up and clinging onto the stake. She needs her other leg on it first, something to hold onto the stake for her as she reaches for the top. She lifts up her right leg and then looks up at the top of the whole, muttering something under her breath about falling back into the hole before leaping up towards the whole.

One hand reaches the top and clenches the side, then another, and Zora is soon left clinging onto the top of the hole. She kicks her foot into the wall of the hole before making a foothold to push up on, using her elbows and arms to pull herself onto the ground.

The sky is still grey with clouds covering the sun, but the rain is finally starting to clear up. It's warmer up here, the air is hot and humid up in the fields.

She's made it.

Zora painfully stands up and stumbles away from the hole, making her way into the fields before she collapses in the middle of the wheat. She needs to sleep, regain all of the energy that she lost in there and prepare for tomorrow.

And when she wakes up, she'll kill that bastard from Four.

Selena Arthtome, 27, Assistant Gamemaker

The boy from Three still hasn't been declared dead.

His ally is still perched on the roof of the house and holding on desperately to the shingles, ignoring the fierce rain that's soaking his clothes and threatening to wash him away into the water. But the boy from Three had been swept into the river hours ago, and no cameras have picked him up.

"Can you get me a position of the boy from Three from his tracker?" she yells out to the room, one of the game makers by Shawn's station trying to get one before standing up and yelling back to her.

"There's no signal. He's got to be too deep under the water for it to pick him up or something," the man yells, shrugging his shoulder. "We're still waiting for you to okay a cannon."

"So is he dead? Did he die before the boy from Two? Likely case, but we can never know," she mutters, scratching her chin and looking at the arena. Come to think of it, she hasn't had a vital check of any of the tributes since day two. "Give me vital checks on the remaining tributes!"

A game maker soon climbs up to her with her answer, looking up at the screen. "All trackers indicate that they're doing well - except for the girl from Two, she's struggling from what could be hypothermia from all of that water in the trap. But the boy from Twelve - his vitals are gone. Just… gone."

Selena stares at the woman, pointing to the screen where Bernard is clinging to the roof. "Then how do you explain that?"

"My guess is that his tracker was broken or something. But I don't know how that would happen from a storm… perhaps an electrical malfunction."

"Shit!" Selena exclaims, looking at the screen with horror. It all adds up now, the coil that Shawn and puzzled Bernard had been so adamant on creating, the electrical malfunction, and the breaking of the cameras. And it can only mean one thing -

The boys have broken their trackers.

:o

11th: Shawn Andersen, District Three Male; hit by floating log. Created by yyvonnee

Shawn was a fun kid. He had driven the majority of the subplot for the pre-games part of Distorted, his rebel ties driving his character through the tumultuous alliance that were the original rebels before Mira and Wyatt both died and Bernard unintentionally joined the rebellion. I think that Shawn could have been better expressed with his personality and his stubbornness. But he was designated as a rebel, and a true rebel he was for the Games. He died somewhat controversially, with the Capitol certain that Ajax died before him. Little do they know… thanks to yyvonnee for this great character! I hope you enjoyed his ride through the Games, and that his subplot will continue to affect this story - oh, and it will. Just wait until you see what'll happen at the end ;)

10th: Ajax Hollis, District Two Male; stabbed by Keelan Spinnaker. Created by The Girl With The Knives

Ajax was one of my favourite tributes. Unfortunately, my headcanon meant that he had to go goodbye sometime in the Games, as my verse had a Male D2 victor two years ago, and I couldn't really repeat that in this SYOT without changing up my head canon's victors. However, I'd say he was one of the most liked tributes, and very definitely the most liked career, and he was a good fit to these ambitious tributes. However, he had to say goodbye when I came up with this wonderful hole subplot XD It made sense for him to die, Keelan abandon Zora, and leave her alone in the hole until she could escape. Anyways, he was a pretty great character with his fun personality and his strength, and I hope that The Girl With The Knives enjoyed his ride! Knifey, I hope you're happy with a top ten finish for Ajax, and hopefully, you continue to read this SYOT!

Anyways, two deaths today! Hooray! (or oh no if you're surprised and saddened by the deaths lol) We're also in the final nine, so one more death equals the top eight, and with that, the interviews! Exciting!

Well, I'd say that was quite an eventful chapter. The storm is starting to end, but the arena is starting to flood from all of the melted snow and this new rain… by the way, if you were confused by Marshall's pov, it was because the arena is on a slight slant, with the cornucopia at the top and the barn at the bottom. That's why it's flooded where Marshall and Ryker are, but it's not much in the fields around the hole.

Anyways, keep sponsoring! If you've sent in things but your characters haven't gotten it yet, rest assured, they will get it ;) (don't worry Silver!) With the final nine and the careers broken up, it's anyone's game…

KILL COUNT

(Italicized are deceased tributes)

Taffeta Paisley, District One Female - 1 Kill
Zora Stikander, District Two Female - 1 Kill
Ajax Hollis, District Two Male - 1 Kill
Keelan Spinnaker, District Four Male - 2 Kills
Ashrifah Keyaut, District Five Female - 2 Kills
Ryker Underwood, District Seven Male - 1 Kill
Paxton Webb, District Nine Male - 1 Kill
Giovanna Fillinfini, District Nine Female - 1 Kill
Marshall Furr, District Ten Male - 1 Kill
Moon Kraków, District Twelve Female - 1 Kill
Arena - 3 Kills

DISTRICT PLACEMENTS

District Two
District Four
District Five
District Six
District Seven
District Nine
District Ten
District Twelve
9th: District Three
10th: District One
11th: District Eleven
12th: District Eight

Alliances

Anti-Ashrifah™: Marshall, Ryker

Wait there's lots of us now yet we're still alone: Ashrifah, Giovanna, Moon, Bernard, Keelan, Zora, Isa

The Dead: Lincoln, Tony, Hollister, Nehemiah, Wyatt, Cornelia, Carol, Paxton, Pepper, Mira, Luxx, Monique, Aris, Taffeta, Shawn, Ajax

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SilverflowerXRavenpaw= 10 Points

The Girl With The Knives= 200 Points

brooke2214= 110 Points

66samvr= 270 Points

GreyWolf44= 225 Points

Elim9= 115 Points

AmericanPI= 90 Points

TheBestGemini= 95 Points

HoshiNyanGirl= 40 Points

Yyvonee= 65 Points

Foxfaceisthebest= 55 Points

iridescenteverdeen= 120 Points

Kealimepie= 95 Points

District 9 Tribute= 80 Points

BladeIsMyPenname= 85 Points

BabyRue11= 45 Points

Sparky She-Demon= 50 Points

RoadieMcRoadface= 15 Points

Fanfiction Tribute= 15 Points

Ariel786= 15 Points

Kachhmir= 15 Points

Tubelancia= 30 Points

Have a good day! The games are just beginning, so be prepared for lots of excitement ;) Keep subbing to Hiraeth (I've got 17 subs so far and I'm so happy) and review and do things that make me happy in general! Until Day Six, TheAmazingJAJ