District 5: Bellatrix Jessamine Kolkari's POV:

This is Day Three, I think. Yes, it is. Ten tributes are dead. Fourteen are still alive. I am in that fourteen.

At the Cornucopia, I had grabbed a bag with a first aid kit, a few water bottles, a jacket, and a knife. The jacket has proved the most useful so far, in these cold, cold nights. And days. I'm freezing over, even with it, though.

I wonder what my father is thinking. He hates me, or at least he acts like it, and must be feeling quite good about himself. He's managed to wipe out my entire family, and now me, too. Well, not yet, but at the rate things are going, I'm not going to survive that much longer.

I don't want to kill anyone, but this is the Hunger Games. The rule is, kill or be killed. I'd prefer the former. But still, I'd like to keep the killing to a minimum. However much I can.

An icy breeze blows through the icy plane. I pull my jacket tighter. This is torture.

I stayed away from the shore, figuring that's where most of the tributes would go. I must have been correct about that. I haven't seen another tribute since day one. But on the bad side, it means I have to melt my own ice for water.

Or maybe it's better like that. Maybe the ocean water's toxic. But the ice water is cold. I hate drinking it.

I stand, still as a tree, not wanting to move into the wind. When the wind subsides, though, I try to walk.

But my foot is stuck.

My breath catches in my throat. My foot is tied to the ground my growing tendrils. I recognize them, though I was only nine when I last saw them.

Nixrope.

I stifle a scream, and rip my foot away. Disappointed, the Nixrope falls back, squirming to the ground. I stare at the ground around me. It's beige. I remember something about Nixrope being seen on beige snow and ice.

I make a mental note not to step on beige ground again. I don't like Nixrope.

I take out my knife, and scoop up a sliver of beige ground. Hey, don't blame me, I was curious, however much I hate Nixrope.

The ice slithers around in my hand, then freezes. Literally. It turns into pure ice. I drop it.

I'm hungry, too. I haven't had anything to eat beyond the scraps in the first aid kit. Maybe another tribute will leave their food where I can steal it. But the chances of that are slim.

It's late afternoon when I see my first tribute. She has silky black hair in a braid. She's a few inches taller than me, I can see. She has dark olive skin. I don't recognize her. Well, I know she's a tribute, but I don't know what district she's from.

The girl is walking along a glacier edge. She blends in well, as do I. She doesn't see me. I stay as quiet as I can.

I scoot along the glacier's edge. I'm doing pretty well, but the ice is slippery. My feet go out from under me, and I topple to the ground, and slide down the hill, away from the girl.

Oh, I remember, she's from District 1. I remember her reaping. She was reaped. Sort of a surprise. And her name's Demeter. I remember that, too.

Demeter turns and stares at me in surprise. She tries to get away, like I could ever climb up the hill in time to catch her.

She falls down, too. She slides, and lands a few meters away from me.

I grip my knife. What does she have on her? She just stares at me, and tries, unsuccessfully, to get up and run. She falls down again.

I stand up. She stares at me. I can see horror in her eyes.

"I'm - I'm not - " I stutter. "I..."

She looks at me again, than gets up and manages to slide away. I stare at her, then run in the opposite direction.

She hadn't tried to kill me. Weird.

I brush myself off, and get away.