Day Six

Logan Van Diamanten, District One Reaped (16)

Logan is handling it.

He is doing things pretty well actually. Nobody has been bothering for a long time, and he knows that that´s good. He needs a little space of Athos, who has been crying like a baby since that boy from five died, for some reason.

Now, he knows what he has to do. It´s a plan he has been shedding for a long time. He had to think about it thoroughly, needing a lot of time and space to make it all happen. He needs elements of this arena to make it all happen. He needs a bit of decorative elements here or there.

Aisha is the key element of the plan. It´s his mission to get her somehow to…

"What are you doing?" a female voice asks. He turns around from his current activity to a see a goddess of beauty standing right in front of him, with her arena costume in her gorgeous body, perfect for modeling, and better for it than most of the District One girls.

She repeats. "What are you doing, Logan?"

"Well" he tries to explain, "Aisha, I was just as

"Well" he tries to explain, "Aisha, I was just as you can see, doing the most elemental thing a man can do for another person in a state of grief"

She just looks at him with a confusing stare.

"So, you are picking flowers for Athos?" she asks, more to her bewildered self than to Logan "Didn´t know you cared that much about him"

Fuck. How do I recover from this?, he thinks as he makes his way more nearer her.

"Well yeah, but mostly you." He says. "I know how much you cared about Calais and Atticus, and how you are deeply sad about your brother´s death. So here, take some."

He gives them to her, and he doesn´t know how will she react. It´s a bet that he made with himself, she gotta love the flowers, she is a girl goddamnit!

"How-How did you know these are my favorite kind of flowers?"

YES! He tells to himself. He got it right.

"Well, a certain bird told me"

"Was it Aias?" she says slowly, like she is going to crumble to her feet.

What he should say? "No- I mean yes. He was the one who told me it. He always told me we would make a great match and that I should be giving you it to make you fall in love with him, but I never gave any reason to believe I would do it. Well, until now."

And then, she hugs Logan and starts to cry. About how much she misses her brother, about she doesn´t know how to cope with his death, or any death at all in the arena. About how much she wants to complete all of Aias last wishes he made before going into the arena, but she doesn´t know how or where to start.

"Well, I guess I know where we could start, my darling…"

Lilith Ri-Yuen, District Eight Reaped (18)

Lilith is done will all this shit.

She wants action, she wants the other tributes to die, she wants blood.

It isn´t like she is in love with murder, but she thinks this is right way to handle things. She needs to be tough; she needs to handle things in a better way. She isn´t her momma´s daughter anymore, she is her own person and is going to do what she gotta do to survive. She gotta do it for her friends, for Poe and Rowan, hell, even for Willis, her stepfather. At least if she survives he will have a bit of family left.

But, she misses her mom so much. She thinks she can´t handle anymore and that she is gonna cry. She avenged her father all; partly because at the moment she was gonna end Mercedes´s life, Stupid Xander and useless Hans came into view, making her leave plan behind.

At least Xander got what he deserved the day before, she thinks as the sun rises in the arena. The tree she slept under. She thinks she once had a bunch of sleep clothes with that kind of trees stamped into it, which now she sees she can´t only but laugh in hindsight. How could she not guess what the arena was when she saw on the first day?

It was so obvious.

She gets up from her sitting place and starts moving. She has to move; otherwise she will end up dead.

Dead. She doesn´t wanna be dead. She wants to live, even though she sees no real reason why now. Is like the survival instinct is onto her, and that her can´t stop surviving, can´t stop fighting.

She wonder what her friends will say when she comes back home. Rowan will definitely be happy. They don´t have many friends, and has been in a bad place a few months ago. They will be so happy when she comes to them, they will celebrate so much and maybe they will recover forever and won´t feel bad anymore. That would be lucky.

Poe. She doesn´t know how Poe will react to her murdering people. He will probably be quite upset and shocked at her actions in the games, as he probably never thought of her as someone that could murder anyone else, but still. She knows he will end up accepting for who she is now, and they will become friends again.

But Willis? How will he react to her getting back to District Eight again?. Will he still be her father figure, or will he let her down and be suffocated by the depression due to losing Panima? Will he be okay? Will he be alright? He needs to be alright

Will he still accept her even though she has killed people, and she now not so sure it was necessary at the moment?

"Hey, Jadee can you be a little bit slower, please?"

Well, I guess there is truly only one way to find out.

Caprium Fael, District Seven Reaped, (13)

We weren't far from Tucker's body. We'd only left so the hovercraft could come for him. As horrible as it was to imagine a cold metal claw picking him up like garbage, it was worse to think of what would happen otherwise in the hot, moist air. My chest seized when my mind brushed past it.

The sound of the hovercraft drowned out the attack. I didn't know the hawk-faced girl was there until she hit me from the side and knocked me into the grass. Her dark hair was stringy over her face as she straightened over me. Her eyes knifed into me, slanted and moving like a bird of prey. Her shoulders were hunched and the tendons in her hand stood out with her grip on her knife.

I knew there was no way out. Lilith was bigger and stronger than I was. She had a knife and I had nothing. I'd known it was coming, and it was here. This was the moment I died. I was going to see my grandfather again soon. He wouldn't be disappointed, I knew. He would just be happy to see me. I wondered if he'd look like I remembered him, or if he'd be young and strong again.

Lilith lurched and fell to a knee a step away from me. Jadee's head appeared over hers.

"Get away!" Jadee said, clinging to Lilith's back. Lilith reached back and tried to sweep her off. Jadee laid her head flat against Lilith's back and shrank tighter into her.

I scooted backwards through the grass. I should help, I thought. But she said to go. Jadee knew what she was doing. If I tried to help I'd just get in the way.

I pressed a hand against the grass and leaned onto my feet. I started to run, stumbling and almost falling flat. I heard Jadee and Lilith fighting behind me.

There was a cannon.

It came a minute too late. When I looked back over my shoulder, there was nothing but a wall of tall grass serenely swaying.

Maybe it was someone halfway across the Arena, I thought. I kept thinking it as I found a fallen tree and hid in the hollow underneath it. I kept thinking it as I peeked out, waiting for Jadee to come, as seconds stretched into minutes, and minutes stretched into hours.

Aisha Wayne, District Two Chosen, (17)

I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Ever since I started the Games, I'd been just trying to stay afloat. I'd been crying for Aias, and then for Cal and Atticus as well. I'd cried more in the last few days than I had in my life. If Aias saw what I'd become, he'd barely recognize me.

And it wasn't just that. I'd been doing things I never would have thought myself capable of. Not the killing- that was always what I'd been. Things like Logan. I could tell myself it was strategic, that I was stringing him along and insinuating myself into his favor by insinuating myself into his bed, but I'd be lying to myself as much as I was lying to him. Those were part of the reason, but there was also a cliche as old as loss. I was lonely, and in the lack of a brother to hold me, I'd turned to someone who could provide physical connection as a pale mimicry of Aias' emotional bond.

Everything I thought I had was gone. There used to be two Wayne twins. One was gone and the other was a shade. It was like a warped mirror showing me something I recognized but wasn't what was there the last time I looked. The most fundamental parts of me, from my brother to my morality, were in pieces.

I didn't want to kill anymore. Everything I'd been taught my entire life was blown apart by what I'd lived in the last few days. I'd felt the pain of Aias' death and then the lesser pain of the other allies I'd lost. I'd seen what my actions meant to the people left behind by them and it wasn't worth it anymore. Money, fame, adoration... it wasn't worth what it cost.

If the others knew how I felt, they'd kill me as easily as I used to kill. I didn't want to kill anymore and even worse, I regretted the murders I'd already committed. I was a liability at worst and at best a weakness. I'd lost my brother, and my allies were lost to me as well. I was on watch. Logan and Athos were asleep. Maybe they were pretending and giving me a grace period, but I knew Careers enough to know we didn't have grace. I took a knife and a dehydrated food pack and started walking away.

Hey guys, only nine tributes left, so excited, am i right?