A/N: Is anyone else addicted to Trivia Crack? If you are... My name is on my profile.

For the first time in the history of this story, there are more male tribute POVs than female tribute POVs.

Today's Spotlight Story is Safe and Sound by sizzy lover4eva. Post Mockingjay, Peeta's POV.

Jasper Sarunski (14) POV

District 12 male

I hear the tinging of the sponsor gift, and I'm skeptical at first. What have I done recently to make people think I'm worthy of another present? I mean, I know I'm hot and all, but this is getting out of hand.

Falling towards me is a small package, about the size of the notebooks we used in school. When I open it, it's exactly that. I take it out of the box and it's a spring green spiral notebook with graph paper. I open it up and begin to go through it, and on the first page, written in all capitals, one letter to a box, there's

5, 8 AND 12 ARE AFTER YOU. IT'S NOT TIME FOR 8 TO KNOW. SMARTEN UP AND ACT DUMB. -A.S.

Alicia? Only she would be anal enough to make sure each box only had one number, letter or space. Plus, the initials match up. Why is she sending me weird messages on graph paper instead of her own tribute. And if it's not time for District 8 to know...

Is she just having me do her dirty work? It must be that my life is less valuable than her's, and if anyone needs to be punished for starting a rebellion, it may as well be the people that are already on their way out, rather than her, who's already struggled through the games once before.

But "smarten up and act dumb"? Way to oxymoron, Leesh. Basically, what I'm hearing, er, reading, is that Alicia didn't want to risk her own life to tell Essie about the rebellion, even if she was willing to risk her life and tell Lileth and I, and now she wants me to isolate Essie in this alliance of at least 3 people, tell her bout the rebellion and return her to the others like nothing happened.

Right. This task isn't at all intimidating. I'm not scared in the slightest. I did not just pee a little. Honestly, I've been terrified of using the bathroom all throughout the games. What if I'm attacked while I'm trying to do what I have to do? What if someone kills me, and instead of being known for my "courageous volunteering" or high training score, I'm just that guy who died mid-poop. That wouldn't be good for my legacy.

But when I think about it, that's all the more reason to find Essie. In the next two weeks, 15 tributes will be dead, and the last will be able to use the bathroom as he or she pleases.

For more reasons than one, I hope it's me.

Techa Pixel (12) POV

District 3 female

Some things, you don't think about doing until after you've done them and it's too late for you to not have done them. The damage is done, and no matter how painful, you just have to buck up and deal. Killing James was one of those things. In the heat of the moment, I became so uncharacteristically hell-bent on killing someone, anyone, that it didn't even fully register that I'd done it until after the fact. Not until it was too late to stop myself.

Ever since the incident, I'd been feeling more and more compelled to do something about what if done, to find a way to right my wrongs. Though I know that there's really no way I can do anything; I don't have the power to resurrect someone, I have this nagging feeling that I should fix it, somehow. I know he had allies. Should I try to find them and confess to killing James? No, that would be suicide.

On the other hand, finding his district partner is a slightly more viable plan. Even if they didn't do much together, Isadora had a familiar face in the games, and unless she wins, the last time she'd ever see the face would have been in here sky the other day. If I were her, or my District partner was anyone but Will, I'd want closure. I would want to know what had happened.

The last thought that occurs to me is both the most appealing and the most unappealing. That is to just leave it alone. Pretend it never happened. The entire country already knows I killed him anyway, so what's the point of telling various other people, who will inevitably die? On the converse, if I just keep it to myself, there's the chance of the guilt eating me alive, completely taking me over. That would be unpleasant.

This does, however, get me thinking. What's the point of these games. The last rebellion was 150 years ago: double the amount time between the first and second rebellions. In my eyes, that means one of two things. Either the rebellion is dead for good, or we're long overdue for a revolution.

Ambrose Chap (18) POV

District 1 male

Sapphirina's death has shined a whole new light on our alliance. Even if it was just her, she made me realize that even the closest allies turn on each other. I'm on my guard more than ever now.

My next tactic is one that may well result in my death, but it's a chance I'm willing to take. For at least a few days, I'm feigning depression. I think I did a good enough job making the others think that Sapphirina actually meant anything to me, and now I can push my act on my dead district partner. Though I'd never say it out loud, since I plan to win and don't want to be shunned by the District, but I'm happy Sapphirina is dead. I mean, it was cool of her to take out Will, but had he not been harassing her, she never would have done it. She wasn't good for anything, and I'm honestly surprised Jasmin let her stick around.

For the time being, though, that's not my concern. I have to be believable, so I wander around the Cornucopia a bit aimlessly, trying to seem upset. Eventually, I make the mistake of walking in to the Cornucopia where I stumble across Tim with his knees drawn up to his chest and his face buried in his knees. His body is trembling slightly.

I clear my throat and shift my weight from my right foot to my left.

"Ah, Tim?" I ask, awkwardly. "Are you... You good?"

He shrugs.

"Sapphirina?" I ask. He nods, pulls his head up and takes a breath.

"I didn't know her long..." he begins. "But she meant the world to me. I swore to myself I wouldn't let anything hurt her and she... she's gone, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"I get it," I say, trying out my new plan. "Sapph... She wasn't exactly my first choice at first, but I grew to really care for her. She was like a little sister to me, you know?"

"Yeah, I kinda picked up on that," he says, smiling half-heartedly. "You were always so protective of her. Thanks for that."

"No problem," I say. "It was nothing."

Oh, it was nothing, all right.

Noah Owenberg (15) POV

District 8 male

As the sun sets on our fourth day in hell, I'm still holding out hope that our allies will return. They'll come back marked up and wounded, and tell the story of the latest pack of mutts they ran into. Or maybe they'll come back with bags of food as Ivy did and tell us about the new food supply they found. Perhaps they'll even come back for the sole purpose of killing me and Ivy and retrieving the rest of their supplies. Whatever the circumstances, I've got a good gut feeling that I'll see more of them.

Ivy disagrees.

"Noah, face the facts," she says haughtily. "Elizabeth and Fenton have been acting fucked up all day, and suddenly they go for a 'walk' together and take half our stuff with them. They're not coming back. Just give it up. Now, why Elizabeth chose to run off with Fenton instead of me, I have no idea."

"But how do you know for sure?" I ask, mostly because I know it'll irritate her. "Who's to say they ran off. And even if they did, what's stopping them from coming back. You don't know if they're coming back, and you don't want to be wrong."

"Where do you get off?" she snaps, rhetorically. "Do you want to know how confident I am that they're not coming back?"

"Oh, how confident are you?" I ask, using a level of sarcasm I didn't even know I possessed.

"Elizabeth, Fenton and I didn't want you in the alliance," she states, venomously. "But Felan and James insisted. But guess what? Felan and James are dead. Dead. With them dead, you have no purpose left in this alliance. Nobody wants you here anymore. Had Elizabeth and Fenton stayed, we would have killed you by the end of the week anyway."

"What are you saying?" I ask, dumbly.

"You've served your purpose," she says, eyes glazing over. "We don't need you anymore. I can survive just fine on my own. I don't need you!"

"Ivy, think about this, please!" I cry.

"I've thought about it," she whispers. "I've thought long and hard."

In one fluid moment, the best tomahawk in Ivy's possession changes location. One movement, from the belt to the forehead is enough to end a life with one final word.

Boom.

Star Fire (17) POV

District 4 female

Night falls on the arena, and I'm getting an increased what do I do now? vibe. It was fun while it lasted when Sapphirina died, but then I got to thinking. With Sapphirina dead, Lileth running off and Mason never being in our aliance, we've already lost three people in our alliance. I wouldn't be surprised if Tim develops some sort of depression or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder with Sapphirina being gone, and Ambrose seems to care less and less about the games every time I talk to him. It feels like the weight of the Career pack is resting on mine and Jasmin's shoulders, when, in a perfect world, we'd be sharing the burden with Ambrose, Sapphirina, Mason and Tim.

Once the sun has completely disappeared, the anthem plays, and I move to sit by Jasmin, while Tim and Ambrose sit on their own. After the first few notes of the anthem play, Sapphirina's face lights up the sky. Hey eyes are bright, her hair is glossy and her smile is genuine. Despite my dislike of her, I can't help but notice that it's a good picture of her. Next is one of the younger guys, I think from District 8. His smile looks like a grimace, and his eyes are drooped and sad. I almost feel bad for him.

I hear the familiar ding that accompanies a sponsor gift, and see a large box falling from the sky, marked with 4F. I walk over to it and push it over to Jasmin. She takes a knife and cuts the tape on the box. We move the flaps out of the way and there's a slip of paper at the very top, written in all capital letters in a sparkly blue gel pen.

"DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD!" -A.S.

I share a look with Jasmin, then shove the note in my back pocket. Underneath is a thin, square cardboard box, and when I open it, there's a large pepperoni pizza inside. I lift the pizza out of the crate and set it aside. Underneath are two styrofoam containers, one with chicken wings, the other with celery sticks. Several small plastic containers with a creamy white sauce. Lastly, a large bottle of Root Beer.

Jasmin and I carry the food to the makeshift table where we had our food yesterday, and we set everything back up with the same plates, cups and silverware. We have to force Tim to eat; it looks like I was right about the depression. Ambrose, hysterically, eats half the pizza, and Jasmin and I pretend to complain about not getting enough to eat.

"Who's gonna keep watch?" Jasmin asks, sipping Root Beer.

"I'll do it," I tell her.

"Wake me up in a few hours," Ambrose says.

"Cheers, big ears," Jasmin says, smirking at me.

"Same goes, big nose," I retort.

Ambrose and Jasmin walk back to the Cornucopia together, falling into step, and Tim trudges back by himself. To give myself something to do, I clear the dishes and wash them in the lake, in case we get any more good food.

When I'm done, I walk back to where Jasmin and I were sitting together and peer into the box once again. In the glow of the moonlight, I see something I ignored before. I lift the thin, clear fabric out and rub it between my fingers. I stretch it, and it keeps stretching: not ripping. To test it further, I try stabbing it with my fingernail, but it still doesn't rip.

I make sure the guys and Jasmin are still inside the Cornucopia, then quickly change out of my clothes, into the armor and back into my clothes. I hold my arms out in front of me, and I can't see the armor. The only downside is that my hands and head aren't protected.

I hope for heart shots.

Alana Wolf (28) POV

Rebel Peacekeeper

"There's something that's been bugging me," I tell Dylan.

"There's something that's been bugging me too," he says, as Ryland Levionne runs past him.

"I'm serious," I say. "You said that the Gamemakers chose the tributes this year, right?"

He nods.

"Well, what about the volunteers?" I ask. "If the Capitol picked who was going to get reaped, how did they account for the volunteers?"

"It's fairly complicated," he says. "But I'll do my best to explain it. Their first step was, obviously, choosing which children they wanted to volunteer and recording it. Ambrose, Sapphirina, Jasmin, Mason, Star, Tim, Elizabeth and Jasper. Most of them- meaning all but Tim- got letters. They got letters saying what's in it for them if they volunteer and win. For Ambrose, Sapphirina, Mason, and Star, it was easy. Fame. Money. Glory. Jasmin and Elizabeth could finally live up to their more successful older siblings. Jasper could impress the girl he likes."

"Adelaide," I supply.

"Yeah," he continues. "Tim didn't need a letter. They knew he'd volunteer if they just chose his friend. Then, the real hell broke. They couldn't have these tributes volunteering and telling people about the letters. The games are supposed to be random. Imagine the revolts if the people knew that the tributes were pre-determined. So they were brainwashed. Our 8 volunteers took a bit of a side trip. When they were with their prep teams, all memories of the letters were wiped, but their intentions were still there."

"That sounds complicated," I say.

"Yes, but we're talking about Thorburn Baxwell," he gripes. "He gets what he wants."

END OF DAY 4

A/N: Now that the logistics behind volunteering have been laid out, do you guys feel validated?

Noah Owenberg: District 8 male- Killed by Ivy's tomahawk

No, Noah's was not the prewritten death. I didn't actually mean for him to die until a few days from now, but apparently, Ivy had other plans. God, don't you hate when that happens? Anywho. Noah. You really could have been such a great addition to the rebellion, but that's partly the reason you had to die. I couldnt base everything that happens in this story off of a rebellion. You were still an amazing character, and you will be missed.

Kill List:

Sapphirina- Will, herself

Ambrose- Leon

Jasmin- Kalia

Tehca- James

Star- Mike

Tim- Felan

Ivy- Noah

Robyn- Herself

Alliances:

The Careers: Ambrose, Jasmin, Star, Tim

The A-Team: Elizabeth, Fenton

Some Taylor Swift Song: Amina, Ralix

I Am Not Babysitting: Jaclyn, Essie, Lileth

Mason

Techa

Ivy

Jasper

Questions!

1) How do you like Jasper's "dying mid-poop" philosophy?

2) Are Jasmin and Star getting- how to put this- too close for comfort?

3) Did you enjoy getting to pick Techa's brain?

4) Feelings on Noah's death?

5) Tim and Ambrose have the same basic plan. How do you think they'll react if/when they find out?

Quote of the Day: "Because we're friends. And friendship is two pals munching on a well cooked face together." -Carl, Llamas with Hats 4

-Make the say special!