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~The Lonely Geek

Chapter 55

Heinz Vanderbilt's POV (Thanatos Vanderbilt's dad and head game maker)

During day 15 in the arena

"What exactly do you propose then?" I ask in annoyance to Paylor. She wants death, but my hands are tied. She made rules meaning I can't send in mutts or interfere in anyway.

"I don't know, but we need to do something." She says. "These games would have normally ended by now and the Capitol is angry." The idea to start a fire flopped. The fire couldn't be massive or it would be obvious we started it so it ended up fizzling out fairly quickly. The only two tributes to gain burns from it got sponsored burn medicine so there's no risk of them dying of infection because of it. Then an idea comes to me.

"There may be something." I say slowly. "We'd have to word it carefully, but technically it wouldn't really involve game maker interference."

"What?" Paylor asks me quickly.

"A feast. We tell them that due to the supplies at the cornucopia being burned at sunrise new supplies will be placed there." I explain. "There won't be anything that any of them especially need but I bet a few of them wouldn't say no to trying to get a sleeping bag or purification tablets." Paylor nods slowly.

"That could work. I'd say out of the remaining tributes: Arabelle, Nessi, Ethan, Thanatos and Gineva would definitely maybe a couple of the others but that should be enough to speed things up." She agrees. "Can you announce it now?" I nod and head back to the control room.

I hope Than doesn't do anything stupid at the feast. He's doing well at the moment. I don't approve of him killing, but he's just trying to survive. He has to come home to me. He went in with a better chance than the other tributes because he always helps me design stuff for the arena and this one was no exception. I just want my boy to come back home.

I named him Thanatos because it means a peaceful death. It was in honour of all of those who died in the games. I thought it was beautiful. I never meant to become a game maker. I left school and all I was really good at was coding and construction. By pure luck I picked up a job helping to code some of the basic things for the hunger games. I needed the money, my parents didn't like me living with them so I grabbed at the opportunity. I started rising through the ranks until I became one of the elite game makers, and now head game maker. Once I had some money and my own place I looked for another job, but then I met Venice. She was rich and pretty and loved me. I loved her too and within a few months we got married. Soon after that Venice was pregnant and I realised I should stay with the job I had. It paid well for my age and inexperience and I wanted to help Venice support Than. I didn't want to be dependent on her.

These will be the last games though. There will be no more. No more unnecessary slaughter of teenagers. I have the name of every single person who died in the arena since I started working with helping the games. All their names. Everyone of them along with their age when they died and their district. The notebook is almost full now. I wonder if anyone else has written them down. Excluding historic documents. I don't think many people would care enough to do it. They just saw the games as exciting entertainment.

Ethan Wallops' POV (Sector 10 male)

Morning of day 15

"Attention tributes." A voice comes from seemingly nowhere, making Nessi and I start. We stand and listen for the announcement. I didn't think there would be any announcements. Maybe there's a rule change. Or perhaps they've decided that the last 10 remaining tributes will all be crowned victors. I don't think that's very likely. "An... unfortunate incident has led to all the survival gear at the cornucopia being destroyed, therefore at sunrise tomorrow new supplies will be placed in the cornucopia." There is a pause for us to take this in. "That is all. Good luck." Any other games and they would have said 'Happy Hunger Games and May the Odds be Ever in Your Favour', these aren't the usual games though.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that although they aren't calling it a feast, it is effectively a feast. Gear is being dropped at the cornucopia when things are slow in the games. They aren't fooling me.

"Do you think we should go?" Nessi asks. I shrug.

"We could do with a few bits, but we need to split up at some point as well." I remind her. I don't want to still be allies when it gets down to the final two. I don't want to be fighting by her side one second and turning on her the next.

"How about we go and then just don't meet up afterwards, split then?" She suggests. I nod. That way when we go we'll have our back covered by the other one, but we don't have to split the gear we get or worry about being allies in the final 2.

"We should probably head to the cornucopia then." I say. "We'll need to find somewhere to stay before sunrise before we run for the cornucopia."

"How about we try and find a cave in the cliff, there looked like there was quite a few in the cliff? We can shelter there before daybreak then run in. There's no where much else to hide because we won't be able to actually go into the cornucopia. We might be able to pick a tribute off who's climbing down the cliff near the cave we're in as well. When you're in the arena, killing is necessary evil.

"Let's head for the cliff then." I say. "We can climb down at dusk so we've got the cover of darkness if there's any other tributes watching, but it's not so dark we fall off and get badly injured." Nessi nods.

"We can hunt on the way. We should be able to make it to the cliff before dusk and then we can cook the meat, head down at dusk and take it in turns to get a few hours sleep and have a last meal before the gear is put in the cornucopia and we split." We turn back and start heading in the direction that we know the cornucopia is in. I'm a bit nervous but this is too good an opportunity to get supplies to pass up.

Kai Baron's POV (Sector 3 male)

Afternoon of day 15

I see it over and over again: the knife leaving my hand and entering her back. The sound of the canon goes off again and again. I don't know how Jaimie did it. I guess she was always much stronger than I can ever hope to be. I just hope I can be strong enough to get out of this alive. However much I want to die right now, I can't. I know if I die Jaimie would kill me. Well not literally because she's already dead. She wanted this though. She wanted it as much I wanted me to die and her to win. This is the last argument with her that I'll ever lose. The last I'll ever have.

They made an announcement about supplies being dropped off at the cornucopia tomorrow at dawn. I'm not going though. I'd only end up dead. I'm well set now anyway because of the supplies I got from Jaimie and Ariela. Ariela was the one I killed. It was her face up in the sky after Jaimie's. I should be glad it was her, she got the second highest training score. Jaimie beat her, but I guess when it came down to it, that didn't matter. Ariela won.

In a way I've won now. I beat her. It doesn't feel like a victory though. I want to forget what I saw, forget what I did. I want to pour acid down my eyes so every time I open them I don't see her body falling to the ground. I want to break my ear drums so every time I close my eyes I don't hear the sound of Jaimie's scream or the canon. I think I'm going crazy. It's all I can do to hold myself together enough to set snares and get water from the river and purify it.

The rest of the time I spend sitting in my tent. I feel safe in there. There's not any cameras. I can mourn without my face being broadcasted throughout Panem. They must all know I cry in here though. My eyes always go red and puffy when I've been crying. Who knows maybe I'll get some sympathetic sponsors though. It's not likely though. People sponsor who they think will win. No one in their right mind would sponsor the guy who got a training score of 2 and is full of guilt from the death of his sister and from killing someone.

I wish I could go back to reaping day and talk to Jaimie. When we were at the training centre she mentioned that she had done a bit of training for practise for the games. I bet that's what she was doing in the basement on the morning of the reaping, not using the punchbag at all. If only I had realised that she was lying. If only I had stopped her from volunteering. I don't know how I could have, but I should have. Jaimie's always been there for me, just once, just once, why couldn't I be there for her?

Calix Pasko's POV (Sector 7 male)

Afternoon of day 15

To go to the feast or not to go to the feast that is the question? [Why am I quoting Shakespeare, I hate Shakespeare?] The gear there could be really handy. Alternatively, I could be killed and all that gear would be useless to me. I really don't know what to do. At the moment, I'm erring towards going, but I don't know. Is it worth the risk? Maybe I can go but hide out before dawn and then if I see that it's too dangerous I just don't run in for the gear and head back up the cliff once I've seen that everyone's gone. That seems the safest option.

Maybe if someone stays at the cornucopia I could go in afterwards and distract them somehow and when their back is turned kill them and get some gear. Lilith's death comes back to me, but I ignore the wave of guilt that flows through me. This is the hunger games. I have to kill to survive. Yes. I think that will be best. Stay near the cornucopia and only run in if I think it is safe.

With that decided I stamp out the fire I started to purify my water and take a sip of water from the bottle before jogging in the direction of the cornucopia. I'll have to hurry if I want to make it down the cliff to find somewhere to hide before nightfall. It'll be difficult to see once it's dark and I don't want to climb down the cliff if I can't see properly.

I'm painfully aware of the racket that I'm making, jogging through the woods. Every snapped twig sends a fresh wave of fear that I'm going to be caught and killed racing up my back, but I carry on. I've got a lot thinner since entering the arena and I want to get more food. Or at least some stuff that will help me catch more food. Maybe some wire to make a snare to catch meat. Berries can't sustain me for much longer though. I have my sword drawn and raised in front of me, ready to defend myself if I am attacked.

After a few hours I have to stop. I need energy, my body isn't used to this amount of physical exercise and I'm exhausted. I look around for any sign of a bush with edible berries on because I don't want to dig into my supply unless I have to. I don't spot any but a tree does catch my eye. I'm 100% sure that it's a maple tree and the inner bark on maple trees are edible. I grin to myself and head to it. I dig my sword into the trunk and pull a section of the outer bark off. Sure enough inside I recognise the inner bark as one of the photos shown at the edible plants and insects station. This section of the tree is soft so I dig my hand straight in and take some. I put it in my mouth and chew quickly. It doesn't taste particularly good, but it does the job. I take a few more handfuls before guzzling some of my water. I should be able to carry on jogging for a while now.

Magnolia Bell's POV (Sector 6 female)

Evening of day 15

I glance over my shoulder quickly. It looks like there's no one about. I quickly turn around and start to climb down the cliff. I want to find somewhere to hide until dawn. Tomorrow at dawn there will be a feast of sorts and I intend to be there.

I'm quick on my feet so I'm hoping to be able to run straight in and grab gear without getting into a fight. I missed my chance at the start in the bloodbath because of my position, but I'm not letting this chance pass me by. I've only got my knife and I want more gear. I know I've survived this long, but I no longer have an ally and the nights are cold and long. Just a sleeping bag and maybe some wire for a snare and I'll be set. It'll get me more regular food to eat and I'll get more sleep at night.

Once I'm down I start searching for a small cave that I can hide in and maybe sleep for a few hours. It's not long before I find one. I make sure that it's a little way from the cornucopia so that if any other tributes have the same idea to hide in a cave until dawn they won't find mine with me sleeping in it and kill me before I even wake up.

Beep! Beep! Beep! I quickly jump up out of my cave and see a parachute floating down. I grab it quickly and fumble to open it as my fingers grow numb in the cold air. It's not long before I manage it and a heavenly smell flows out of it. I sniff the air in happiness. Warm food, just like before. I read the note.

Magnolia,

Keep your strength up for tomorrow

~A

I open the plastic tub of food and realise that this one is slightly bigger than last time. It's still not quite big enough to stretch to two meals, but it makes one fair sized meal. It's a BBQ chicken pizza and when I bite into it I discover that the crusts are stuffed with perfectly melted mozzarella cheese that has the perfect gooey consistency. On the side is a small slice of garlic bread.

"Thank you." I whisper. Who would have thought it, me eating pizza in the hunger games? It's delicious though and it's not long before it's all gone and I'm wiping my greasy hands on my trousers. I'll definitely have enough energy to sprint into the cornucopia to grab some stuff tomorrow. I'm not stupid, if I see a tribute going for something I won't also grab it. I'll take what I need, avoid other tributes then hide in a cave until they're all gone and climb up the cliff safely, without being shot off or something by another tribute.

(The medium sized meal was sponsored by Hungergamesfan and Coolerthancool99)