CLARE BROOKS, DISTRICT 13 FEMALE (mkraemz)

The moment I realize the bitch tossed a match at me, I'm gone. I grab my preloaded pack, the remaining knives, and don't even glance at Jared's still body as I shoulder my way out of the tent and run in a random direction. I should have killed her when I had the chance. I don't even know what came over me in that moment when I let her go.

I'm most likely not on her trail, but what I'm concerned about at the moment is other tributes. Who knows if I could be flying into a camp right now, not at all ready to fight. My alliance disolved only five minutes ago. I'm not used to being on my own.

It can almost be comical when I spot the boy in the tree five minutes later. I immediately divert my course, as he's heard my footsteps and has an axe ready. What is with all of these axes? At least, by eyeing the kid, I can tell he's not a thrower. Better for me. I pause behind a wide tree to catch my breath, and run through the remaining tributes in my head. He must be the boy from six, he's all that's left.

Gameplan, I tell myself, and quickly try and rustle up a strategy. I only have twenty seconds, probably, before he comes down from his tree and comes to kill me. Although I'm beyond good at throwing from distance, up close has never been my strong suit. Before I can think twice about the thread of a plan I have, I throw one of my daggars at a pile of dry leaves. The crunch is small, but it's enough to have the boy look in that direction. I spin off of the tree in the opposite direction, and within seconds, I have two knives hurtling towards him. One sinks into his thigh, while the other misses entirely. My aim was more than off. Stress, I guess. But even with the short cry of pain, I can tell the boy isn't incredibly hurt. I need a direct hit to the stomach, or maybe even the head to get him. But I only have six knives left. I could loose them all, and not get a hit, since this boy knows I'm coming now. Maybe, if I could get him to come down from the tree it would be easier. Less play with gravity.

ALEX TRAIN, DISTRICT 6 MALE (charliesunshine)

I hear the footsteps about two minutes before the knife sinks into my leg. Thankfully, I automatically pressed my back flat against the trunk when it happened, and the second knife sailed past my neck, close enough to whistle in my ears. That was close. I'm most likely dealing with a career, surely no others throw with this much skill. I do have a problem, however, because legs are essential for fleeing. And one of mine is hurting like nothing else.

It seems like the attack has abided for now, and I set my axe down for half a second to examine my wound. That's exactly how long it takes for it to clang to the ground, out of reach. I grimace, with annoyance and pain, and yank the cold metal out of my leg. If I can get this taken care of quickly, maybe it won't get infected. At least I have another weapon, now, though.

I reach into my pack, ready to apply some simple anti-infection drugs from the first aid pack, but my actions are halted. There. I see an orange flicker about ten yards away. Squinting past it, I realize the forest's on fire. Damn Gamemakers, I think, as I glance around in panic. These are healthy, young, rubbery trees, but who knows what a gamemaker has access to. They could probably light pure water.

Before making a plan, I glance around to see if my shadowy attacker remains. I don't see anything, not a sway in the trees, nothing, and I assume they must be smart enough to disappear. So I grit my teeth, and start climbing down the tree. I might be able to hobble away, maybe get to the ocean. Saltwater's good for wounds anyway, that's what they said in the training center.

The minute my foot hits the ground, I know I'm in trouble. I've misjudged the shadow.

I don't even have the chance to duck, I hear the whistle. Right before it buries itself in my back, I scratch a crude 'A' into the tree. It doesn't stand for me. No, it stands for Angela, the district partner I let die. And now I haven't even avenged her. I haven't won the games. I haven't made her unforgettable.

Boom.

PIPER RAVINE, DISTRICT 7 FEMALE (MTNGWN)

The two canons in a row, plus the forest fire on the other island worry me. It's quite possible that those two were Serena and Alex, leaving me alone to deal with the three remaining careers. A prospect that I'm not happy about. If everyone truly was on the other island, leaving me alone, that means that they will surely migrate over here, since their island is getting burn to a crisp.

A thought I'm happy to entertain is that one of the careers turned on the others, taking out two of them, leaving only one. That would mean that everyone's a loner, which is much better in my eyes. Who do I want to be in the final four? Who can I kill? If I had a choice, I would surely pick Serena, Alex and maybe... Glory to be in the ending pack. That would give me the highest chance of getting back.

Even though I judge it to be barely two AM, I start packing my bag anyway. There's no way I would be able to sleep now.

There's surely going to be a death today, if not deaths. And I want to ensure that I'm not one of them.

Final four! Final four!

Alex Train - I hated that your name was drawn first to die out of the final five. I didn't think you could win, but I thought you could definitely make it to the final three. Interesting character, and I'm sad to see him go!

ANYWAY, to decide the final three, and eventually the winner, I'm extending the choice out to you guys. This chapter, you have the chance to write your favorite tribute's name in the review and say, truthfully, why they should win.

I like all of these girls equally, so I'm having a bit of a hard time deciding. So; Glory, Piper, Serena or Clare?

Reviews are great! 2nd SYOT sure to be up soon! And yes, I am finishing this before I start another.

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