It's probably best not to think about how much time has passed since the Games started. I get bored writing fluff chapters, so if you look too you'll realize we're like three days into the Games and half the Tributes are gone. I assume my stories take place over a little more than a week or so, since Katniss' Games lasted two weeks.
The notes of the Anthem filled the air.
EMMELINE BLYTHE- Castiel Wickham POV
"Please take Emmeline Blythe to your side and guard her soul for eternity. Please forgive her sins and the sins of the one who killed her. In your mercy, please seek out the prodigal and bring him to you as you redeemed Saul..."
WHYTE ROBERTS- Vera Busattil POV
Whyte is dead. Nothing will ever be the same. He'll never be back. I never told him I loved him. He's dead. In a moment everything was over. It's going to happen to me. I'll be here and then I won't. He's never coming back. Even if I get home I'll never see him again. When is it going to happen? I'd never felt so alone, and for the first time in my life I was terrified.
ADAIR OUTRIDGE- Wyatt Sparks POV
"Oh, god, no." What happened? Where's Hermes? Is he okay? He was probably trying to find the murderer. He always blamed himself. He wouldn't rest until Adair had justice or until he died. If it was a Career, it would be the second. I had to stop him.
ALLEN FIN- Myrtle Bloom POV
Allen shouldn't have died. It wasn't so hard when the dead Tributes were mean or they were Careers. I sure wasn't going to miss Whyte, for example. We were better off without him, and I'm sure none of us took it too hard.
They're going to think that about me, I realized. I was staggered as I understood that if... when I died, no one was going to miss me. Not my parents. They only paid attention to me when they wanted to yell at me. Not Myrtle. She probably already sold all my stuff. Not Elara. She was only with me out of loyalty. Not only was I going to die, no one was going to mourn me.
I hate this. It's not my fault the Gamemakers did this. It's not my fault I have a rotten family. None of this is my fault. Then why do I feel so guilty?