Sorry Priscilla got two in a row. Chronologically it only made sense to put her here because it happened right after she found out about Sky's plot.

Priscilla Piscot POV

Decisions, decisions. I could tell my allies about Sky's plot. I'd gain their trust and likely ensure that a Career would win this Games. Or... I could split. That would also likely ensure that a Career would win this Games. That Career would just happen to be me.

I was still fighting some qualms about Career loyalty and honor when Vera came straggling back to camp like a drowned rat. She was as pale as white gold and she kept looking around like someone was hunting her. I'd seen Whyte in the sky last night and we were all curious about what happened to Vera, since she was gone so long.

"Wow, are you all right?" I asked. The others were out hunting, so I was just holding down the fort. Vera crashed down onto her butt and started sobbing.

"Is it Whyte?" I asked like a genius. She was crying so hard it broke my heart, and I awkwardly patted her back. She buried her head in her arms.

That ain't right, I found myself thinking. Margo and Rapture were your generic Careers. Alex was so standoffish I didn't know what to think. Vera was different. She and Whyte were like a pair of mischievous imps. I couldn't imagine how they got wrapped up in being Careers. Just like that, all my plans changed.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It's not like they told us it would be." By then Vera had quieted. She sat next to me like I was a blanket. I could tell she was still in agony, but it was turning inward.

"Thanks," she said.

"It's nothing. Hey, this is a terrible time, but I have to tell you something. Sky's planning something and we're probably not safe here. I'm getting out while I can. I haven't told the others," I said.

"Really?" Vera asked. I guess I'd be in shock too.

"Yeah," I said. I grabbed some supplies and shoved them into a bag. "You'd better get going before the others come back. See you around." I would have stayed to comfort her, but she wanted to be alone. The best thing I could do was leave.

Vera Busattil POV

I couldn't just lay down and die. For one, that wasn't like me. For two, I was too scared to die. All I wanted to do was lie down and make it all go away. For a few moments I shut out the world and retreated into myself. I waited until Priscilla was gone to get up. It was noble of her to warn me, but I couldn't bear to talk to her. I pretended I was too shocked to speak and took solace in solitude.

I packed a few things to take with me. Some necessities, like food and water. A few of the odd luxury items, like a hairbrush. I rolled up Whyte's sleeping bag and added it to my bag. It would be like he was next to me like he always had been... like he never would be again. Every time I thought of him, it was like I was finding out again for the first time. It interrupted everything and staggered me again and again.

"What are you doing?" Rapture asked from behind me. I jumped and whirled around. He and Margo were watching me pack. She looked interested, while he just looked suspicious.

"Just straightening up," I said quickly. "How come you two came back at the same time?"

"I ran across him as we were tracking the same Tribute. He got away though," Margo said. Rapture picked up my bag and rifled through it.

"Pretty funny bunch of things to be 'straightening up'," he said. "It almost looks like you were planning to leave."

"Why would I do that? There are more Tributes for us to kill," I said with a smile. Margo smiled back at me, but her expression made it feral.

"Cut the bull. You were trying to run out on us. You know there's only one way to leave the pack," Rapture said. He held up his spear. I turned to Margo and saw her unsheathe her sword. I would have frozen in fear, but despite all my qualms, I was still a Career. Careers die hard.

I jumped backwards, surprising both my opponents and bringing me closer to a trident sitting atop a pile of weapons. I grabbed it as Rapture bore down on me with a knife in both hands. I tucked and rolled under his blow, stabbing at his back as I went. He dodged it and I kicked at the side of his knee. His leg bent crookedly and he grunted.

I leaped up and tried to form a plan. Rapture was between me and Margo, and my life depended on keeping it like that. I pressed my advantage and kicked at Rapture's throat while he bent over his knee. He caught my foot and pulled, dragging me to the ground. With his other hand he stabbed my leg. I screamed as I sank my trident into his hand. He let me go and I scuttled backwards.

Something glinted in the air in front of me and pain exploded as a throwing star sank into my temple an inch from my left eye. I pulled it out and threw it back at Margo, who was gearing up to throw again. She sidestepped it and aimed again. Rapture took advantage of my distraction to stab one of his knives up underneath my rib cage. I knew it was a fatal wound, but that only meant I had no reason not to give it all. I punched his nose and yanked the knife out when he dropped it. Blood spurted everywhere and blinded him. I stuck the knife into his cheek and twisted as I felt my heartbeat slow. With the last of my energy I threw my trident at Margo. It fell sideways against her legs, and I felt myself slipping away.

My own bad decisions led me to this. I couldn't blame the Capitol for what I chose, but I did blame them for taking advantage of a naive girl who had no idea what they were getting into. Whyte and I were two of dozens of children tricked into signing their lives away. When it finally happened, I wasn't scared at all. Wherever I was going, Whyte was there too, and where we were going, there were no Hunger Games. I could be happy there, just like Whyte wanted. Getting there was painful, but I was strong. I'd been through worse.

Elara Angelo POV

"Cans are no good. What's inside them is usually wet, and wet things rot the fastest," I told Myrtle. She was trying to help me find supplies, but mostly she was just getting in the way. She glared at me for a minute, then went back to work.

Girl, you're lucky I have morals. Most people would be happy to leave her sorry butt for the Careers. Most people would have killed her themselves. Unfortunately, I had to be a good person, no matter how hard it was. And she was making it hard.

"How about this? Is this still good?" she asked as she held out she held out a bag with three moldy slices of bread.

"Yeah! We just have to tear around the moldy parts," I said. She wrinkled her nose.

"Is that what you ate in Twelve?" she asked.

"Sometimes. It was all we had," I said.

"That sucks," she said. Tactful as ever, but I was surprised she cared. I was starting to like Myrtle better after days of starvation and terror than I ever did back in the Capitol. Maybe a reality check was all she needed. It almost made the deaths of twenty-three children worthwhile.

13th place: Vera Busattil- stabbed by Rapture

Vera's submitter thought she was going to die in the Bloodbath. She was one of the weaker Careers, since she didn't have their bloodlust, but she was still a Career, and that meant she was trained. She also specified that she wanted her to die struggling. It took Rapture and Margo to do her in, and it took them far longer than it should have. Poor Rapture's mug will never be the same. Vera and Whyte were a pair, but I spent more energy developing Vera because I thought she more represented what her submitter wanted for the two of them. She was one of the Tributes who realized what a huge mistake it is to volunteer, and she had to watch death coming for her. I don't know why people didn't like her. She only ever killed Haber, and that was to defend Whyte. Thanks YesmyLordCiel for Vera. I hope the way I wrote her expressed her spirit and I hope her death showed how indomitable she was.