So much for weekly updates.

15th place: Sabrina Volta (crushed by rockslide): Sorry, forgot to do her eulogy last chapter. Sabrina kind of got screwed. I know I keep saying this, but she got the most screwed. The plot with Hideki had to go somewhere, and she just happened to be the girl I chose to kill. Mostly I killed her because Calico and Palata have a lot of development coming that I didn't want to cut off. Sorry BubblesOfTheNine for killing her. Maybe you'll finally have luck with a D5F some day ;)

Mack Davis, Victor of the 76th Hunger Games

I never expected very much from Gordon. He had a good heart, but it wasn't enough to save him from the Capitol. Maybe District Twelve will get another victor someday.

Coal Wiseman, Victor of the 78th Hunger Games

Sunny and I both knew she was doomed from the start. Tributes like her never last more than a few days. I'm just glad Sunny died feeling beautiful. The Capitol sucks, but at least they made an insecure girl happy before she died. That's more than I could ever ask.

DISTRICT TWELVE

We're the third district eliminated. None of us expected a good year, but it's still crushing to lose two more of our children. Gordon was well known in the district, and it never felt the same without him. Something died in Mayor Matthew when he watched his son die on television, and Gordon's story is a reminder that anyone can be picked for the Hunger Games. The Capitol doesn't care what your social status is. Sunny's family grieved in private, but one boy knocked on their door to offer his condolences after the funeral. And that boy was Drew Johnson.

Ivy de Lima (16), District Seven

Day four begins just like days two and three. I uncurl my body and crawl out of my rock structure. Grunting, I pull myself to the top where I gaze out at the salt flat, taking small sips of water and nibbling on some jerky. The Games aren't as bad as I thought they'd be. I've survived three days on this rock, and so far nothing has challenged me. Even the Careers head to the mountains every night instead of wandering the flats.

It's kind of hilarious. Almost all the tributes headed to the mountains, fearing the openness of the salt flat. And here I am, evading detection and living off sponsor gifts. I envisioned the Games as a bloody deathmatch, where I'd constantly be looking over my shoulder and fighting the Careers. But really… I'm starting to get used to it. Ten tributes have died and I've done nothing except stare at the sunrise. Nine more cannons and I get to go home.

Maybe Jessica was right. I do stand a chance. I can do this.

Part of my morning schedule is assessing the remaining supplies. My water canteen is about two-thirds empty after a day and a half. And I haven't received any more gifts since then. By day four of the Games, sponsor prices begin to spike exponentially. I can't depend on my sponsors to give me resources anymore.

There's just one problem. I can see for miles, and there's zero sign of a lake or pond. I'm safe for now, in the shade of my rock, but once I'm out in the sun I'll burn to a crisp. Either the Gamemakers want us to die of thirst, which doesn't seem likely, or there's water on the mountain. Which would explain why most of the tributes are still there. Maybe the Careers go there every night to fill their canteens, and here I am slowly shriveling like a grape.

But should I really leave this place? It's pretty safe here…

That's what the Gamemakers want me to think. They're trying to get me comfortable so I'll let my guard down. Nobody wins by chilling under a rock. Jessica didn't win by chilling under a rock. It's time to leave before the Gamemakers make me leave.

I can see the Cornucopia from here, and the Careers are still safely tucked in the shade. The mouth of the horn is pointing towards the mountain, so leaving right now would be suicide. I'll have to leave under the cover of darkness. That gives me all day to come up with a plan to find water, or all of this will have been for nothing.

Frank Tides (18), District Four

Last night gave me the closure I desperately needed. Seeing Sunny's face in the sky made me realize that I hated killing. The Careers took her life, and I watched without doing anything to help her. It's sickening to think that her parents are probably cursing my name. I'm just not that type of person, and I'm sick of trying to be someone I'm not.

Leaving Lusi was crushing, but necessary in the grand scheme of things. We can't both win, so it's good that I left before we got too attached. Besides, I don't need to worry about her. Lusi is strong and independent. Nobody will mess with her.

"Shit," I mutter, giving my supplies a glance. Nolan must have emptied my pack.

That was smart. But bad for me.

Finding water is now my top priority. There's just one problem. Nolan took out my canteen, so I have nothing to carry the water in. But I do have a backpack which should do the trick. I spend the morning in the shade, ripping chunks of fabric off of my backpack and slowly weaving them into a waterskin. I stand back, admiring my handiwork. Sienna was always good at weaving, so I guess I can thank her for this.

Sienna…

Thinking of my beautiful girlfriend only brings tears to my eyes. I promised myself I'd see her again, and I intend to keep that promise. I just hope Jason can keep her strong until I get back. Assuming my brother is able to keep his composure.

One thing's for sure; the Capitol is sure to be getting bored. It's day four and only ten tributes have died. I know for a fact that the Careers have done next to nothing. Things are about to get crazy, and fast. The Gamemakers will probably give us today to prepare, but unless something drastic happens, all hell will break loose.

Cendko Pillars (18), District Two

"Wait, what?" Jules shouts.

"We leave now," snarls Nolan.

"But it's broad daylight!" Lusi exclaims.

Kiara and I exchange an exasperated look. Arguing is all we ever do. Seriously, it's like Districts One and Four put up a bunch of toddlers this year. Nolan and Jules are practically at each other's throats every second of the day, and Lusi can't go one minute without nosing her way into everyone's business. I hate being the peacemaker.

"Shut up, all of you," I say, "Nolan is right. We haven't done anything. If we don't leave now and cause some action, the Gamemakers will put an end to us."

"And we have plenty of water," squeaks Kiara, "And sunscreen. It's no problem if we leave during the day. In fact, most of the tributes will probably be asleep."

"She makes a valid point," Jules says with some hesitation, "But Nolan is staying this time. I want to patrol without him breathing down my back."

"I do NOT breathe down your back!" Nolan yells.

Here we go again…

After some more arguing, Nolan decides that Jules, Lusi, and I will hunt in the mountains. Once we arrive tonight, he and Kiara will check out the flats. I'm a little worried about leaving Kiara with Nolan, but she's proven that she can take care of herself. I trust that she'll keep him in line.

We pack enough food and water to last us the day. Nolan says we should bring our sleeping bags as well, in case we get stuck in the mountains. Jules is being even more insufferable now that she's in charge, but I know that biding my time is important. The Career breakup will happen sooner or later, and Kiara and I can finally ditch them.

Wait. Kiara and I? What is happening to me? Since when was Kiara part of my Games strategy? Maybe I'm more attached to her than I thought.

"Do you need me to carry your bag?" Lusi asks, giving me a sympathetic look. She stares at my stub arm, reaching out to take some of the load from me. My eyes narrow. Why do people always assume that I can't work as hard as everyone else? The Academy teachers thought the same thing, and it pisses me off.

"Stop pitying me," I growl, "Or it'll be the last thing you do."

Lusi looks shocked but retracts her hand. Once Jules is ready, we start trudging toward the mountain.

Tessa Avery (18), District Nine

"Yes!" I exclaim. I knew there had to be water somewhere in the caves. The Gamemakers wouldn't allow tributes to count on sponsor gifts alone. I have no canteen or iodine tablets, so I drink the water directly from the underground lake. Hopefully, I'm not going to die of poison or a parasite.

Once I'm done drinking, I strip off my soiled clothing and step into the lake. The salt has made my skin itchy and dry, to the point where I'm bleeding everywhere. If I don't wash out the sores they'll get infected. And the sponsors haven't been very generous to me so far.

I have been a bitch. Why would anyone sponsor me?

The Games have been a time for self-reflection. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the whole Matt situation, but I'm still just as confused as before. Why in the world would he save me of all people? I'm the girl who terrorized him in the Capitol and tried to kill him seconds into the bloodbath. And we just so happen to be leaders of rival gangs back home. There's absolutely no plausible reason for him to want to save me.

It doesn't matter why. You should be grateful to be alive.

But I'm not going to be alive much longer. Something slimy and disgusting wraps around my foot and drags me underwater. Before I can react, it snaps my leg in half like a toothpick. I scream, which lets out all the air in my lungs.

I need my scorpion stinger. With every ounce of my remaining energy, I claw my way to the surface. The tentacle continues to drag me backward, but I'm gaining ground. My stinger is at the edge of the water. If I can just reach it…

The creature pulls me back underwater, but this time I hold my breath. In the murky depths of the lake, I can see the outline of a giant squid. It's razor sharp fangs are snapping at my dangling broken leg, but I refuse to be eaten by a mutt. This is not how Avery will go down. I punch the squid's face repeatedly until I feel it's grip starting to loosen. Thirty seconds pass. A minute. My pounds are getting weaker and my lungs are aching for air.

Is this it? Will I never get to see Matt again?

Black spots start to dance across my vision. I see the scorpion stinger taunting me from above. I'll never make it there. This time the Blue gang lost.

I let out one final scream, pushing and clawing for freedom. But the squid sinks its fangs into my torso and goes to town on my limp body. I don't stay awake for much longer.

14th place: Tessa Avery (eaten by squid mutt): I was really close to letting Avery live, but I decided to push the story along and kill her. Avery already went through all the development I had planned for her, so there was no reason to keep her around any longer. I love the story behind Avery and Matt, even if it was complex and hard to follow for some people. I always intended for Matt to make it further. Avery was feisty and fought until the end, and in another story, she might have done a lot better. Thanks goldie for submitting such a great tribute.

(P.S. The site won't let me upload a new doc. So I'm using LCS's strategy and editing old docs to post chapters from.)