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Nathaniel Reed's POV (D11)

It's been two days. Two fucking days and Taimi refuses to wake up. She's alive, alright, breathing slowly like how people do when they sleep. I had to drag her resting body around when there were mutts, and I haven't been able to go anywhere either. I had gotten a few sponsor gifts with food in them, but by now the Capitol must be getting bored. Well, desperate times cause for desperate measures.

I poke a stick in her mouth. As expected, she wakes up, startled. She looks around, shaking, only to find me with my hand connected to the stick in her mouth. She glares at me and starts screaming bloody murder, only the stick is still there so it sounds a little something like this:

"Ohmffffffff… MU PRETENTIOUS GLASS MOLE! I MWILL BEAT THE SHTIT OUTTA MU!" Taimi spits the stick out and says something else, something along the lines of- you know what, forget it. You don't want to know.

Wide-eyed, I hold my hands up in surrender. "Chill. You've been out for two days." Before I could finish, she stares at me, shocked. "Two days? How many people have died?"

I couldn't answer; she had just recovered from sleeping for days, and I guess the pain came rushing back. She holds her hand in agony, groaning loudly.

"Woah, Taimi! Are you okay?" I ask quickly. She shakes her head slowly, too pained to snap back a smart-ass remark.

I look back at her hand, which looks normal. However, leaning forward a little more, I can identify that her veins are running with blue liquid and blood- which meant she had blood poisoning. I take a swift gasp of air. It was bold- jutting out, almost, screaming at me.

Taimi's eyes are squinched shut, but she must've heard me breathe sharply. In a panicky voice, she says, "What? Is it bad?"

"No…" I say suspiciously. Gritting her teeth, she pinches one eye open.

"Holy SHIT!" She exclaims, deafening the ears of yours truly and a few squirrels around. "Nathaniel, I'm not an idiot- I know what FUCKING blood poisoning is!"

My mind plays back to the night two days ago. Taimi had killed the wolf mutt, and had gotten bit. The mutt disintegrated, and left only a vial of some blue stuff. Wait, the blue stuff! That could be the cure!

I ignore Taimi's cursing for a second. It was weird, I thought her to be calm and collected in these situations, but I guess not.

"When you killed that wolf mutt, it dropped this." I reach into my pack, and after a minute of digging, I had found it. I held up the vial.

She scrunches her eyebrows together, obviously not understanding. "So? What's your point?" Then she starts wincing again because of the hand motions she did when she said that.

"So," I say patiently. "It could be a cure."

She narrows her eyes. "Explain your reasoning."

"Obviously, the Gamemakers intended this vial," I held up the liquid, shaking it lightly. "To not be used on the victim, because of ironicism. The wolf bite was just brief, and that is why you didn't die."

"Go on."

I continue, pride filling up my voice with each breath. "So, if you use this, it must heal you. What other reason would it be here? The Head Gamemaker seems like he wants these Games to last a while, so it makes sense."

She nods her head in agreement. "Yeah, I guess so." She picks up the vial cautiously. "You sure about this? That it will work? What if it kills me?"

I raise an eyebrow. "Why would it kill you?"

"True... " She looks reluctant, as if she thought I was lying. Why would I trick her? Sure, this is the Hunger Games, but allies help each other. Homies help homies.

"On three," She announces. "One, two-"

"THREE!"

She gulps it down in one swallow. Her face lights up all of a sudden. Then she starts trembling.

Abruptly, I became nervous. What if I was wrong? What if it wasn't a cure? What if-

Taimi becomes stiff. The color has drained from her face.

Boom!

Colton Prescott's POV (D10)

A loud noise wakes me up in my sleep. Gah, who the hell is loud enough to do that?! Suddenly, I feel a dizzy sensation. Abruptly, I groan, and hear a female voice.

"C'mon, Colton… let's just go already!"

I sigh heavily, clutching at my smooth pillow. "Leave me alone," I mutter. "Today's Sunday. I don't need to go to school."

Red hot pain emits from my shoulder. I wake up vigorously. "What the fu-" I begin, until I see Robin's face contorted in a perfected pissed off look.

"We need to go," she hisses. "Now. A hovercraft just took a body from, like, a mile away!"

"So?" As soon as I said that, I regretted it. I shouldn't have said that.

"Colton," Robin begins saying patiently, "WE ARE IN THE FREAKING GAMES. PICK UP YOUR ASS AND ACT LIKE YOU ARE!" She's practically screaming at me at that last part.

She turns around, almost forcefully, clenching her fists. "Let's go," she mutters, and I knew the topic wasn't open for discussion. I stand up, brushing off dirt from my leg. Groaning, I follow her. Robin's my only chance for survival, and we both knew it.

When I finally reach her side, she has a smug look on her face. "Hmm. Look who decided to show up."

Blood rushes into my face, although I don't really know why. "Shut up." She elbows me back, but at least I knew she wasn't still very mad at me. If she was… she'd probably skewer my head through a stick. Or worse.

"Robin, where are we heading?" I ask after quite a bit of walking.

She looks almost… nervous to answer. "The Labyrinth," she says finally, guilt evident in her voice.

I guess the look I gave her made her feel even more guilty. "What? You told me- directed me to never go in that place!"

She sighs theatrically. "I know, but think about it. If we go in, tributes most likely won't risk find us."

"That's because it's dangerous in the Labyrinth!"

Robin raises an eyebrow. "Are you afraid of the Labyrinth, Colton?"

"Uh…" I'm not sure how to reply to that. "...maybe."

Rolling her eyes, she replies, "Don't worry. I'll protect your pretty face."

Ooh! Finally, I have vocal ammunition. "You think I have a pretty face?" I coo with the most cheesiest face in my expressions book.

Abruptly, she flips around. Her grey-green eyes bore into my eye sockets. She smiles coyly, as if she just found out my biggest secret… but I don't have one! Or do I? If I had a secret, I'd just tell her because this Jedi mind trick stuff is really creeping me out.

"No, but it'll be even less once I'm done with you." That one statement makes me crap my pants. Just kidding. But I feel like I made a mistake allying with Robin, although I know she's going to help me. Huh, weird.

Soon, we reach a stone wall strewn with green, lush vines. There are markings on the walls, like an ancient language… but a demonic language, the drawings creep the poop outta me. There's what looks like to be a human head, and a stick right through it. A man had a knife for a hand, and an axe in his head. He was approaching a child; or what seems to be a child, and was slitting the kid's throat. There were even more gruesome ones, like guillotine, and a head falling out in a pool of blood. And- you know what, I won't even describe it.

Robin was inspecting every crack and corner of the wall. Finally, she found something that actually satisfied her, and raised her finger to it-

I threw a rock at one of the markings.

"What are you doing?!" Robin shrieked. "Oh, shoot, we're going to die, WE'RE GOING TO-"

The stone wall separates itself, and leaves a gaping, dark entrance in the middle. Robin takes shaking breaths, putting a hand over her heart.

"Well," I announce, "I found the entrance. Ladies first-"

She pushes me in the cavern and starts giggling breathlessly. "Ladies first," she agrees.

Coro Gallaway's POV (D5)

I'm not sure what my family and friends look like anymore. Heck, I don't even know what I look like! We had limited water, limited food, and almost nothing. It was boredom. Why, oh why did we ever think of coming here?!

A light ching sounds right besides me. My senses sharpened, I eagerly look at the gift with the silver wrapping.

8F

"Mia," I croak weakly. "It's for you."

Her eyes light up enthusiastically. "It's… it's a slingshot! With these cool rocks!" Mia starts bouncing on the balls on her feet. With vigor, she excitedly takes one of the metal rocks and starts flinging it towards the wall. It makes a loud clang sound against the empty cave walls.

"What does the note say?" I ask curiously.

"It says…" she starts. "Put the rock in and pull back. I got that. May the odds be ever in your favor."

She starts giggling although nothing is funny. There's nothing to laugh at! This is stupid. Life is stupid. I don't even know why I'm still alive if-

Oh, yes. Because my family needs me. Amber needs me. Maybe I can't make my stepdad proud, but I can at least give my life for a good cause.

I sigh. There's nothing to do here. If we weren't going to die of hunger or thirst, we were going to die of boredom. Unless Mia let Amber and I borrow her slingshot, that is. Our alliance was completely alone in the dark.

Tip-tap. Tip-tap.

Maybe not completely alone.

Ember Clark's POV (D12)

Food. Water. All I can think. All I can see. I haven't found water in three days, and yesterday I had just passed out as I was walking in exhaustion. Breathing's hard. Life is hard.

I gaze towards the sky, water leaking out of my eyes. But they don't. There's no water, just silent sobbing. I can't even produce one tear to save myself.

I failed everyone in District 12 back home. The won't have a Victor, as always. I let down the District. I let down my family. I let down my siblings. I let out a dry choke thinking about them.

By now, my mouth is parched. Everytime I breathe, my breath rattles, as if I had swallowed a rattlesnake. Weakly, I drift my tongue over the roof of my mouth. It is completely dry.

I close my eyes, discouraged. There is nothing to save me now. No one would want to sponsor me. I am weak.

All of a sudden, I start laughing out of nowhere. This thirst has made me delirious. Can anyone hear me? Can anyone see me? Would they pass me and try to kill me? Heaving, I cough up something. It is red and translucent. I am too exhausted to back away in disgust.

Is this how I'm going to go out? This is a terrible way to die. I wish I was back home at least, surrounded by my siblings, smiling as I die in peace.

But I'm in the Hunger Games. And there is nothing peaceful here in the arena.

Nicolette Anderson's POV (D4)

"You're lesbian?!" Omri gapes his mouth wide open in shock. "B-But what about us?! What about the sponsors! BOMRI!" He exclaims drastically. A mock tear slides down his pale cheek. "Forgive me, sponsors."

Immediately a gift floats down. On the top, in cursive, pink writing it reads:

9M + 9F 4EVAH

"Um," Bailey's face scrunches into confusion. "What does this have anything to do with me saying, 'I'M LESBIAN!' Because it doesn't! BOMRI IS OVER!"

Omri acts as if he just took a knife to the chest, although each ounce of effort is a bucket full of fake in our eyes. We all chuckle quietly and open the gift.

Omri scans the contents with his eyes. "Flowers… and…"

"CHOCOLATES!" We all say in unison. I'm about to dive in and get some of that caramel goodness when Omri puts his hand in front of the box of chocolates. "WAIT!" He exclaims.

We all look at him with death glares. "This shit better be important if you're keeping us away from chocolate," I growl.

Omri rolls his eyes. I think he's getting used to our empty threats.

"There's a note," he announces. "BOMRI IS BAE! XOXO YOU'LL NEVER KEEP ME AWAY FROM MY OTP."

Autumn cringes inwardly and starts fidgeting with her dagger she got the other day. "If that was my note, I think I'd die of sadness."

"I just did, I don't know about Omri," Bailey shrugs.

I clear my throat, getting everyone's attention to me. "I don't know, but that chocolate sounds good to me right about now. How about it?"

This time, the whole ELOA nods in agreement.

Isabelle Gilmore's POV (D1)

This whole alliance has been acting strange. Pheobe and Jacob have been sticking close to each other all day. Astor's stuck in his annoying dream land, spouting out horrible puns and jokes. I might have to kill him if this continues on.

HAH! Just kidding! #ThatWasAJoke!

Or not…

Anyways, I had heard two cannons earlier today. That's a lot more than most days, and today is what? Day five? I'm betting the Capitol is getting bored. Almost a week in the Games and only five deaths. Crazy.

"Guys!" I yell, hoping for anyone to hear us. Oh, I'd be glad if a tribute heard me. At least something would be happening right now. Luckily, Jacob, Pheobe, and Astor perk up and look in my direction.

"Let's hunt for tributes," I say. Pheobe groans exaggeratedly. "Iz, we already did that yesterday. And the day before that. There was no one."

I shrug. "It doesn't hurt to try."

"But," Jacob butted in. "It does hurt to drain our resources for a lost cause." Astor nods his head in agreement.

I think about this. Finally, I make my decision. "Alright. But what are we going to do?"

"Let's just talk about home. One of us is going to see it again soon," Astor plainly remarked. I can't help but narrow my eyes- He's just saying that so no one will target him. Right?

Well, either way, I'm getting home whether they want me to or not. I cross my arms and smile. "Do any of you guys have a special someone?"

Pheobe and Jacob almost simultaneously look at each other. Astor simply shakes his head. "Do you?" he asks. Wow. For Careers we sure are loners. I mean, I have Garnet, but he's not a boyfriend…

Oh- wait! I could use this to my advantage!

I smile coyly and force myself to blush a little. "Well, sort of. I guess. I have a crush on this guy at my training center, and-"

Pheobe literally comes to sit by me in less than a second. "And…? What's his name?!"

Okay… Here it is. This might possibly ruin our friendship… But he'd understand, right? He knows what it's like to win the Games. He'd know. He'd understand.

I tug my dyed-aqua locks around my index finger. "Garnet. His name- it's Garnet." As if embarrassed, I look down. I hope this is working.

She gasps in surprise. "B-But when we were talking, you said that he was just a friend?"

I shrug indifferently. "I don't know. The thought just came to me that, maybe, if I died, I wanted him to know that." There. That's the dealbreaker. Now Garnet will surely know I'm doing it for the sponsors; I have never mentioned any thought of me possibly losing, as if such a thing could happen. I smile a bit smugly inwardly.

Pheobe grins widely and gives me a choking hug. Jacob and Astor smile awkwardly, and I catch a glimpse of them rolling their eyes. Whatever. They don't matter, the Capitolites are the ones saving me here. All the female and the gay male Capitolites that can relate are going to be sympathetic and send me stuff; I could see it happening already.

Well, now I have more of an advantage than ever. I don't know what's going to stop me from the Victor's Crown now.

Tomer Ericson's POV (D7)

Hunger pangs. Hunger pangs everywhere, all around. It hurts. Just kill me already!

I squinch my eyes shut, hoping maybe by some miracle my eyes fall out and this pain will end. I'm sorry, Mom, Dad. I'm so sorry Ava.

I knew I couldn't win the moment I was Reaped. In between, I felt like I had maybe a little hope, but what was left of that has been killed by the hammer hitting stomach called hunger.

It could've been my imagination, but I heard a ching.

I roll over, wincing, practically dying with each movement. Just one more inch… One more… Got it.

With trembling, frail fingers, I push open the crisp paper covering what seems to be a small vial of sleepy, thick fluid that looked like water. Is it a death potion? If it'll make this go faster, I'll take it.

I was going to die anyway. Just take the risk, Tomer.

Liquid seeps down my dry, cracked lips. I hear the faint sound of glass clinking before everything fades away…

In a flash, I can't feel anything, taste anything, smell anything, hear anything, or see anything. There is nothing. Simply nothing.

Wasn't Heaven supposed to full of light? It's not; I am surrounded by infinite darkness...

Taimi Hanley: District 11, accidentally killed by Nathaniel and his stupidity. Placed 21st.

TheEmeraldQueen, Taimi wasn't actually going to die. I'm not even kidding. I only thought about her making it to the finals, even considering her to be the Victor. It never crossed my mind about making her die early.

Then it came to me, I really need to let my mind open to more possibilities. And that moment, the second I decided to let Taimi die, a whole new world (cue music) opened up for me…

But seriously, was Taimi really going to live? I didn't think so, to be honest. She got high on wolf bite, and didn't have the proper medicine, or herbs to cure it (yes, there were herbs.) I'm sorry Taimi died. She was one of my favorite characters.

Ember Clark: District 12, killed by hunger and thirst. Placed 20th.

Now, Ember. Fangirl Moustache, this has absolutely nothing to do with you not reviewing for a while. Not at all, although that kinda adds on… *cough* Anyways. Ember was only 12. I thought maybe she could last to final 12, but then realized she had zero sponsors, limited food, she's only 12, and she's all alone. Put that all together and you have a dead tribute. She was a personal favorite because of her loving and caring nature, and I'm glad I was the person you sent Ember to. But she's dead. Sorry. RIP

Also... TOMER'S NOT DEAD!

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