Sorry for such a big gap. I went to see how long it has been and blurted aloud "DEAR MOTHER OF GOD, IT'S BEEN A MONTH!" I know, just go eat me now.

Neve Hadron, District 3

You never realize how fine the line between right and wrong is until you're walking it. How strange, that path is. It went from being this solid sidewalk to a fine tightrope you're forced to balance on a hundred feet up in the air. All my life, I thought it was pretty simple; if you do one specific action, it will result in a positive reaction. Act contrary of this, you'll receive an equal and opposite reaction. You act and the world reacts. It all seemed cut and paste, black and white. You're just walking the line and step on the side you seem fit. I saw most decisions as just stepping onto the next path.

How ignorant I was to believe such philosophies.

Because, sometimes, right and wrong can have different meanings. It can have different meanings to different people. Maybe the right action for yourself creates a reaction that inflicts horrible wrongs onto another. The unfavorable doing is the right one. Sometimes, there's this gray in-between area that melds the ending fabric of right and wrong together. You're walking this tightrope when, really, there is no line at all. And with no line…

You just fall into whatever is below to catch you. And you can only guess at what.

I was making no sense. If I were to explain myself to say Zander or Chrys, I'd just receive blank stares. They weren't stupid. Chrys would try to understand but Zander would lose patience and move on. He was not one to dawdle on the past. To get this far in the Games, I should not distrust their intellect. But I doubt they'd understand my mind in its current state. I barely understood it myself. I needed someone to talk to, to get this out, a Three mind who fathomed my way of thinking. And the only District Three person who could within such easy reach was dead.

I realized that there was no possible way for me to stop Leon's death. He was weak and I treated his wounds to the best of my abilities. A head-to-head battle against a girl who, by Zander's description, was downright ruthless? Leon couldn't run and he'd put up somewhat of a fight by all the defensive wounds up and down his arms. She may have been a skinny fourteen year old but she was armed and with an inner drive to survive. The possibility of death made people ruthless.

I sighed, thunder shaking the windows. It also gave people a false sense of courage. It made them think they could actually prevent possible death.

Actual death, now that's entirely a different story. When someone dies, everyone's perspectives changed. It did things to people in a way that even I couldn't fully comprehend.

The lights in the room flickered as a streak of lightning skirt past the window. Fearing a possible fire, I unplugged the lamps and whatever electronics happened to be in the room. The tasks were proven difficult with my hands, shaking as violently as they were. Plucking the lamp's wire from the socket, the room was cast into complete darkness and I was suddenly several degrees colder. Groping about, I found and curled up on the couch, laying a throw pillow across my lap, wrapping my arms around knees, and pressing my face to the pillow. The past day was a nightmare and I couldn't bear to close my eyes and relive it. Almost every time I closed my eyes, I'd witness another reminder of the past day. It wasn't a dead corpse leering at me with blank eyes but a knife glistening sharply with red droplets or grass soaked with blood. It was a cold hand that could no long hold mine or the sound of one last breath being drawn in through collapsing lungs. To me, there were things much more scarring than a dead corpse. At least you know it won't come and kill you.

The bedrooms were on the floor above but I volunteered to stay in the living room and keep an eye open for trouble. Chrys and Zander amply agreed and trudged upstairs. The tension between us was thickening with each moment of indecision and second of conflict. I no longer felt the need to put my opinion into one of Zander's musings or to say a word to my two allies. My time with them was shortening. Their loyalties to each other were stronger than any loyalties shared with me. What little allegiance I had for Zander was swatted away and Chrys was too close with Zander. I believe, in a different world, under different circumstances, Chrys and I could grow to be close friends. But we didn't live in that world. I promised myself, if they were not awake by morning's first light, whatever sign of it there may be in the clouded sky, I was going to gather my supplies and go my own way.

I closed my eyes, allowing the nightmares to creep up on me. I was brought back to the memory of Zander's vacant eyes staring at me, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. Blood, I envisioned the blood and was brought back to the District Six girl's death. Lauryn's body fell heavily and she writhed spastically, twisting at odd angles as she failed to force air through her severed windpipe. Shocked, I stumbled forward. Zander grabbed my wrist to steady me and, with a heavy heart, accepted this defeat and relinquished all plans forming in my head. Chrys watched, her body visibly shaking. When the cannon fired, the girl dropped to her knees and instantly began sobbing. She tossed the knife to the side and cried into her hands.

Zander was staring hard at me, eyebrows raised. He was asking me to make my move. It was a look that said "Where do you stand?"

Argue and he would have ended my life there. Cry and I proved myself weak. It was as if we were sizing each other up, trying to calculate what the other would do next. I was shocked by this side of the District Five boy and silently scolded myself for judging him without further delving into his character. I couldn't help but think he's not so different from his district partner after all. I wanted to crack open his head and see the way it worked, to see what actually went on in there. There had to be something behind his charming face and endearing grin. What worried me more? The possibility of something dark inside him or not knowing if there was?

I had pulled my hand away, retaining eye contact with him. He nodded before pushing past me and kneeling beside Chrys. She turned into his shoulder continued sobbing, draping her arms about him. I remained still and felt guilt begin to overwhelm me.

I forced my eyes open again. Cold sweat trickled down the back of my neck from my hairline and a shiver cascaded past to the rest of my spine. My fingers were numb with cold. I squeezed the pillow again.

Unconsciously, I had begun mumbling beneath my breath. It felt like the inside of my head was laced with spider webs, the gears rusted over. I struggled to breathe outwards again as I recognized the tune I was singing.

"Purr, purr, purr," I finished, pressing my face to the pillow. Leon. He…I….

Feet thumped down the stairs and I tensed, preparing for action. However, a bolt of lightning outside shone enough light to illuminate Chrys's face. A blanket was drape about her shoulders and her hair was roughly tied up in a ponytail, unusual from her typical braid. She sat beside me and I could almost hear the chatter of her teeth. I allowed the silence to continue, keeping to myself.

Without a word, she stretched her arm outwards and took my hand. My heart leapt impulsively and I tensed at her touch, curling my fingers. My first instinct was to tear away but Chrys kept her steady hand where it was, not looking at me but instead staring directly ahead of her. Her hands radiated warmth but I still shivered, remembering the last hand I held was void of life.

Finally, my patience gave out. I yanked my hand away out of her slightly bulkier ones, sucking cold, humid air through my nostrils.

"Sorry," Chrys murmured hurriedly. "I-I-"

"If you two are planning to kill me," I said, unable to withhold the spite from my voice, "then at the very least have the decency to give me a head start."

"I don't want to kill you," Chrys said. She shook her head, more to herself then to me. "I…not so soon…."

I bit my lip, choking down the anger desiring to be purged from my body. The blood coursing through my veins heated, burning my neck, and I swore my flesh would bubble if I didn't formulate a way to calm myself. It was more than just anger. It was fear, and an increasing amount of pain. The coy comment slipped from my lips.

"So you're saying you'd still kill me regardless." No, I couldn't slip up like this. I realized a wrong choice of words can set one of us off in this precarious state.

"I don't know," Chrys hiccupped. "I don't know what I know anymore."

"I'm debating whether that statement was logical or not," I said. "But, at this point, I'm figuring it doesn't matter any longer." I sighed. "Nothing matters anymore."

The storm raged on outside, assaulting the roof like millions of tiny bullets. A cold breeze swept in through the shattered windows and it seeped through the warmth radiating off of me, chilling my bones. I watched my breath dance before me in a wispy cloud. I restrained the shiver creeping up into my jaw and Chrys offered the blanket from her shoulders. I waved it away.

"Did you care about Leon?" she said.

This question took my off guard. Still, I don't hesitate to respond with "Of course." Unlike most of the time, I don't mull my answer over. I knew I cared about Leon. He was a loyal friend. He was a good person.

"Did you know him before the Games?" Chrys asked. I nudged my hair behind my ears, crossing my arms tight around me. The emotions deflated slowly from me. I had no right to be angry for Leon. At least, I thought so.

"Not really," I said. "Never talked to him a day in my life beforehand. His mom is my teacher. Nice woman. I knew him but didn't, you know," I gestured broadly, "know him." Chrys nodded understandingly. She glanced back over her shoulder towards the stairs, where Zander must be up above.

She turned back to me. "You two became friends during the Games?"

"Yes. Not exactly close but we trusted each other."

Chrys shifted awkwardly and I observed what looks like a strange bruise on her wrist, just beginning to form. I shook the thought away. It wasn't vital.

She noticed me staring and quickly covered the mark. That was strange. "I'm sorry, Neve." Her eyes crinkled sympathetically. "I truly am sorry."

About Leon? About admitting to a plot to kill me? About killing Lauryn?

The corner of my mouth twitched. "I am too."

Chrys opened her mouth to speak again but a sudden banging sound carried through the air. We both sat straight up, startled, and I listened into what it was. I was prepared to wave it away as just the wind when there's a low groan. Chrys rose to her feet, facing towards the kitchen. I made to my feet too.

Chrys grabbed a table lamp and, with a nod between us, we tiptoed towards the direction of the sound. I barely heard the scuff of my feet along the carpet. I slid past my ally and peeked around the wall separating the kitchen from the living room. Easily, I discerned the dark-haired figure sprawled along the floor. The cabinets under the sink were open wide. The figure climbed to shaking feet and only made it to full height for a second before collapsing again. Chrys watched from beside me, fixated on the tribute. It was a girl.

Dark hair curtained her face and she jutted her head about to take in her surroundings. She looked off to the side, then over to us. Her eyes, peeking through the unkempt strands, were widened to the fullest extent.

She's been hiding in that cabinet the whole time, I thought. Right there, under our noses, out of the way.

"Run," she bellowed. We flinched backwards at her voice. It wasn't quite hers, more like a blend of several voices speaking in unison. "Leave now!"

I furrowed my brows confusedly. "What?"

She crawled along the floor, using a chair to support herself. "I said leave! Now! They're coming!"

"Who?" Chrys said dumbfounded. "Who are they?"

She stumbled forward unsteadily, like a child walking on its legs for the first time. The tribute girl's strength finally gave out. She fell, landing right in my arms. I struggled slightly to hold her up, but she was still light. Chrys's eyes widened and I shrugged awkwardly.

The girl limply supported herself against me. "Do you not hear me? You need to leave!"

"Who?" I demanded. "How do you know this?"

She whimpered under her breath. "He told me. They all told me." She tapped her temple. "They say they're getting closer, they're walking down the road. They wouldn't lie to me! They're helping me! Ghost Boy wouldn't be wrong!" I tried to process this all through my mind, but the words "Ghost Boy" stayed at the forefront.

My throat went dry. Wasn't there a tribute who could speak to the dead?

Outside, a light flashed. It wasn't lightning.

Chrys locked her gaze with mine. She looked deathly pale. Stiffly, she took the Twelve girl from my arms.

"Go get Zander," she instructed. "Meet us in the backyard."

"Wait!" the girl shouted. She pointed a crooked finger across the room. "The radio." Chrys opened her mouth to argue but she pounded a week fist against my ally's shoulder. "Just take the radio!"

I snatched it up and handed it over to the duo before finally making my way up the staircase to find Zander.

Santiago Aquitaine, District 4

I wanted to wring her neck out.

I have never desired for someone to die with such a passion inside me. I've fantasized about the killing, yes; what Career wouldn't? It was one of the things I've been anticipating most for the Games. You don't see Careers sitting around, spending all their time identifying poisonous berries. Although one would study it regardless, it was not our sole masterpiece. We were killers. There was no possible way to beat around the bush. We were here for the purpose to kill.

But Bree had something about her. Perhaps it was that damn smirk on her face or the fact she thought she could get away with all her idiotic stupid comments. She had the kind of attitude that made you want to punch her in the face. I've met the gentlemen of the world (oh, trust me, I am amongst them) who would never hit a girl. But we were beyond formal matters at this point. She wasn't just a "girl" to me. She was competition. She was that hurdle that needed to be kicked aside for me to make it across the finish tape. My brother won with his pure strength. Me? I don't have that strength. I need to rely on brain power too.

So yes, I wanted to wring out Bree's neck. Because, if it weren't for her, I'd have killed that damn District Eleven dumbass yesterday.

To top all this, she willed me to stay inside a burning building to ensure she could safely catch up. When it comes to Mutant Games and burning shit, it's every man for himself. I'd have happily left a comrade like her behind.

Bree collapsed onto the blacktop, heaving in gulps of air and choking on the heavy rainfall pouring from above. I placed my hands atop my head and took deep breathes as well. The blood began flowing with oxygen once more and my head no longer swam. Foe remained still, watching as the rain quickly extinguished the flames that erupted from inside the home. A thin layer of smoke covered the inside of my lungs and I cough in an attempt the clear my throat.

"I did not see that one coming," she said. Her voice was terse. From her hands, torn pieces of paper fluttered away, morphing quickly to mud. "Not at all."

I tensed my fist, conveniently wrapped around my sword. He made me look like a damn fool! Bree made me look like a fool. No one makes me look stupid.

My sword was partially drawn when I find the sense to slide it back into place. Not now.

"Which means he's done his part," I said. I was soaked to my skin and I missed the warmth provided from the fire. Foe blew a smoky ball of flames near her hands. It wasn't bright, battered by the rain.

"Well," Bree said. "That plan went horribly wrong." She had risen to her feet again and was lazily twirling her trident back and forth in big arcs. I snapped. I grabbed at my sword but couldn't bring myself to raise it from the scabbard. Literally, I could not. An invisible force kept me frozen in place, unable to move.

I relaxed and broke away from Bree's hold. She was cocky. But she caught me when I was weak. We were at a stalemate.

Bree smirked and a silent message passed between us. The audience must be both anxious and loving this.

Foe glanced between the two of us. She coughed once and fire burned brightly in the night before the rain ate away at it. "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood to kill some weaklings instead of getting bruised up killing each other." She cracked her knuckles. "Especially pointy-faced losers who wear cheesy magician hats."

Foe paused, waiting for us to disagree. We didn't.

"Now," she said. "Who's up first?"

A low growl in the night answered our question. A small drop in my stomach took me by surprise, but I knew why; the sound was familiar. My hand took to Cabel's collar on my wrist. I could still remember his massive black body rubbing up against me with his tail swatting my hand. Not spot on to the original. But close enough.

We spun around to face the creature. My eyes grew accustomed to the darkness and I recognized the vague outline of a small pack of dogs. Knowing our luck, it wouldn't be just any dogs. Why would the Gamemakers be so unloving and give us easy targets?

The lead barked and it treaded across the terrain. In one sweep, I withdrew my sword and swung it in a smooth uppercut. The blade sliced the creature from under its jaw, cutting the fleshy part of its throat to the brain. It released a short yelp. I could feel it kicking the air as it was skewered with my sword but it was uncontrolled, more of a twitch than an attempt to escape. Flicking my wrist to the side, the beast slid off, flying into the night. It uttered coarse wails, unable to draw a complete breath.

My blood pumped hard, coursing the adrenaline through my veins. The cold air met my heated skin and I swore steam radiated off the surface. Oh, I haven't felt this great in a while.

More feet came barreling after me. I slashed away, closing my eyes and relying solely on my ears. My sword acted expertly, slicing through the flesh and fur with ease. I grandly swipe from side to side, making each move a little bigger than it should be. Two more creatures fall away.

Another dog barked off to my left and I brushed my sword at the sound. At first, it struck nothing, but I dove forward with a jab. It skimmed the dog's shoulder. The dog surged forward, disregarding the cut, following the length of the blade and driving through to my body. I fell backwards, grunted while hitting the ground, and struggled to wrestle the creature's vicious teeth from my exposed neck. I bucked my lower half and managed to throw the beast over my head.

The dog howled in pain, erupting in flames.

Bree hooted gleefully. She moved into the light of the burning mutt. Shadows were cast across her face and I saw the unstableness it was warped into. Her smile appeared wider, crazier, and twisted inhumanly and her eyes stared thirstily for more blood. She sank her trident into the creature, giving it a twist before yanking it out once again.

I was able to view the body as a whole now. Other than the size, it looked nothing like my big black dog at home. These were long-haired and a fine blonde color. Cabel was a lot bulkier in the shoulders and back legs too.

We stand, poised and prepared for the next attack. Finally, concluding we had killed all of them, we rested.

I laid my hand to my collar and felt something wet and warm. The dog managed to get a few scratches, I observed.

More fire was blown onto the carcass. Foe poked it with her blade, grabbing the foot and dragging it towards the cover of a tree. We followed behind.

"How many did you get?" Bree asked. I debated adding a few to my total but push the thought aside. That would be pathetic.

"At least three," I said. Even in utter darkness, I sensed the smirk crossing her face.

"Oh, four for me," she cooed. "Not a scratch on me either."

I snorted. I doubted that.

Meanwhile, Foe created a small shelter using tree branches. The one we stood under was especially thick and it provided enough coverage. Soon, she got a small fire going using the charred mutt. She was too focused to spare any attention on us. Bree didn't quite see this.

"Oh, and how many was that for you, Foe? Two?" Bree sat crisscross before the flames. The light showed the smirk on her face. "Wait, no, one and helping barbeque another."

Foe ignored her. Bree pouted, not getting the reaction she wanted.

"That still didn't get us anywhere," I stated. "There are eleven of us left."

"Who do we go after first?" Bree asked.

"Who's left?" Foe spoke up. She used a knife to cut away the leg of the dog and dipped the appendage into flames eating away at the body. "We need to know who there is to know who to go after."

I started off with holding up three fingers. "Us, obviously. Magic boy and I am pretty sure his district partner. Alice Lynn. That big fellow from District Five. That's seven."

"District Twelve," Foe added. Her hand went to the fading burn on her chest and she glared momentarily at the leg in her hand. She took a bite, chewing slowly to savor it.

"I don't remember seeing any Twelver in the sky," I continued. "So the girl is alive too."

"That skinny fourteen year old from District Five," Bree said casually. "Brandy or Brianna or some Br- name like that. Didn't expect a chick like that to survive so long?" She picked dirt from under her fingernail with her trident. I grimaced. You'd be surprised how far an idiot with a weapon can get. "Ten. Who's the eleventh?"

"That would be the girl from Three. She's allied with Zander, the 'big fellow from District Five' and Chrysanthemum from District Eleven." We all froze. That wasn't a voice I knew.

"Foe," Bree said slowly. "You're fucking with us right now, right?"

The District Two girl mumbled through a mouthful of dog meat, "No."

We peered upwards. Vaguely, I made out a shadow hidden amongst the darkness. I was only aware of it now that I knew it was there. She blew out and I was momentarily blinded by the sand of the playground that gritted the rims. Through a blur, I watched Foe blow angrily skywards. The girl leapt from the tree and began sprinting away. Scooping up our weapons and a torched piece of wood in Foe's hand, we sprinted after the figure.

She was fast, sure. But I was taller, stronger, and trained. I had nothing in my hands either to weigh me down and I pulled ahead of my two allies. I snatched at the darkness and grabbed hold of a ponytail. The girl screamed and out of nowhere, I was struck by a jagged, sharp-edged object. It dug between my digs, taking my breath away for a second. It left me dazed long enough for the person to yank herself away and continue running.

Lights illuminated the dark street. I realized it was an active car parked in the center of the road. The girl crawled inside and began to drive off. I paused, finally placing my sword in the scabbard and chasing the car. Foe and Bree caught up, breathing heavily.

"You'd think she would have gunned it," Foe said. "Those things can go five times faster."

I don't mull this over too long. We turned the corner, continuing this ridiculous chase.

The car honked and suddenly skidded to a halt at the end of the street. It just sat there, honking and flashing its lights. We were nearly in arm's reach when the driver floored it. The wheels squealed, unable to find traction for a second. Bree stabbed the rearview light before it finally raced away, full speed.

We breathed hard. What was that about? All I need was another Lupe to deal with who wanted to spice the Games up.

Frustrated, I grabbed the torch from Foe's hands and threw it at the nearest house. What I heard next was probably the sweetest sound I've heard in a long time.

From inside the house came a scream.

Zander De La Fuente, District 5

"What is it, Chrys?" I said, sitting up in the bed and grabbing the lamp beside me. You couldn't blame me for being a little bitter. Getting past the fact I killed someone today, I tried to kiss the girl and what do I get? A slap across the face and a shrill "Don't touch me!" Strangely enough, that hadn't been the first time I've been slapped by a girl. Mind you, it wasn't like I have a long line of them coming to hit me every other day.

Smacking the device, the flickering bulb of the lamp became bright enough to see the person. The furrow in my brow slackened and I parted my lips, as they were pressed together into a line. "Oh. Neve." The small girl had stridden right inside without bothering to knock. I felt a spark of annoyance but shrugged it off. Neve wouldn't pop in for a casual conversation. We were past that, sadly enough. By her grave expression, something was going on. And not the good kind of something.

I hopped out of the bed, yanking my shirt back on. It laid on the edge of the bed in my attempt to get dry it out. "What's wrong?"

Neve pointed behind her. "We need to leave."

I repeated my question, "What's wrong?"

She shook her head, only continuing to point behind her. "I told you. We need to leave. Now." Well, couldn't question that logic. I swung a pack onto my shoulders.

Suddenly, from downstairs, I heard a screech, shocked and scared. My blood ran cold. "Chrys!" I shouted. I shoved past Neve, thumping down the steps to the living room. Despite all our fighting and tension, I couldn't suppress the loyalty formed between us. The girl knew how to frustrate me. I would have killed Neve if she hadn't persuaded me not to. I thought back to our short conversation prior to the District Six girl's death.

"We can't let her in," I had whispered tersely. "We can't ally another person. Someone needs to actually die."

Neve was so Three. I figured; let the girl get whatever information she wanted for data and whatever. I personally thought personal experiences could teach a hell of a lot more than just hearing it from someone else. It was probably why I wasn't so studious when it came to History class.

Chrys grasped my forearm, biting her lip nervously. She had gnawed on it so much that the skin was now peeling away. "Neve wouldn't just slit her throat in her sleep."

"We can't let her get that far, Chrys," I said. "Just get it over with, like that girl inside." Chrys's hold on me weakened. I was losing her. "Listen to me. In the end, if one of us survives, wouldn't it be worth it? That's the point; for twenty-five kids to die while only one lived. If one of us three actually get to go home, well, wouldn't you say we did what we had to? The end justifies the means and whatnot?"

I turned my head to look at Chrys. She had walked away.

Lauryn leapt up and hugged Neve and I couldn't take it anymore. That's when I acted.

And Chrys did too.

I push away the memory as I stepped into the living room. My eyes grew wide at the flames eating away at the carpet. Chrys stomped at it uselessly, carrying a strange girl in her arms. I shook my head. Where did she come from? This new girl looked like a sudden wind could blow her away.

"They're here!" she shouted. "They are here!"

"You don't say?" I snarled back. Neve bumped into my back, stabling herself then walking around me. She stared out the window and her eyes grew wide.

"Careers," Chrys whispered. Her voice was frail. That one word sent a shiver down my spine. It was as if saying the word would too loudly would make it true.

Outside, three figures stood, watching.

Neve clenched her jaw. She shoved me forward, her efforts humorously meek if in different circumstances. She pointed to the new chick.

"Grab her and get out the back door," she commanded. "Go!" Snapping out of my state, I followed the instructions. Chrys kept her head bowed as she passed the tribute to me and only glimpsed up at me when the person was completely in my arms. The blush was still on her face and it deepened as we made eye contact. I gave a half-hearted wink.

So maybe "kiss" her wasn't all I was trying to accomplish. And I probably did deserve that slap. Girls could make a guy do stupid things.

One of the figures cheered with delight as they all barreled forward. The girl in my arms, limp like a ragdoll, suddenly pushed herself up. The blues of her eyes, reflecting the flames up to this point, filled with blood and her mouth fell ajar. Horrible, horrible screams poured out; incomparable to any frequency or human sound I've ever heard. It was high-pitched moan, like the howl of the wind or the groan of old tree branches that bend from its attack.

A cannon fired but I was certain it was somewhere far from this spot. Someone far away was dead, having faced the last scenes of their life as their life was torn away from their body.

How could anyone be facing a situation even more hellish than this one?

I'd say "drumroll, please" but I've heard so many in the past several weeks I'm prepared to impale myself with a drumstick to make it stop.

Alice Lynn Wonderland, District One
Balthizar Demarkos, District One (Death by curiosity of Annabelle's lights)
Foe Sterling, District Two–(Bree, Sandy)
Shale Van Newhouse, District Two (hammer to the temple from Brandy)
Neve Hadron, District Three-(Zander, Chrys)
Leon Cabler, District Three (bludgeoned to death by Brandy's hammer)
Bree Maysee, District Four–(Foe, Sandy)
Santiago "Sandy" Aquitaine, District Four–(Foe, Bree)
Brandy Harris, District Five
Zander De La Fuente, District Five -(Chrys, Neve)
Lauryn Rivera, District Six(Throat slit by Chrys)
Cameron Wynn, District Six (Blown up by Annabelle's lights)
Silvia Arbres, District Seven (axed by Cede)
Cede Demeter, District Seven (stabbed by Lupe)
Heather Aurum, District Eight (Stabbed with trident by Bree)
Brodric "Bro" Loveless, District Eight (stabbed by Xavier's ninja star and Lupe's blade)
Poise Adriona, District Nine (Blown up by Annabelle's lights)
Alix Estelle, District Nine(Throat slit by Zander)
Annabelle Hallestar, District Ten (Head bashed in by Alice Lynn's troll)
Hydran Ash, District Ten (killed by Santiago)
Chrysanthemum "Chrys" Gord, District Eleven–(Zander, Neve)
Lupe Ismene, District Eleven
Avara Zenia, District Twelve
Robin/Damion Garven, District Twelve
Chelsey Skyeren, District Thirteen (Burned and stabbed by Foe)
Xavier Drascal, District Thirteen (Stabbed by Bree)