A/N Yes, I'm posting almost everyday but I really love having people read my stuff and the more I post, the more you get to so... enjoy.

Haymitch:

I don't regret killing him. That boy, Briar. Sure, he looked like my brother but if I don't win... if I don't win I won't be able to see my real brother. And it's not that I will win it's just that killing Briar helped me stay alive. If I hadn't killed Briar I would be dead.

The anthem starts to play and I look up at the sky, apparently they're doing names now, there are a lot of tributes though, so it helps to differentiate them. The names go by, none from District 1 or 2. Lumen and Mac from District 3, none from District 4, Nina, Watt and Issac from District 5, Aero and Otto from District 6, only Briar from District 7, all four from District 8 (including Kelsi which is worrying about the fate of Maylisee), Bairly and Quionne from District 9, Angus from District 10, Culler from District 11 and then District 12.

I cross my fingers behind my back. If I end up dying I want Maylisee to go home and it's pretty hard to win the Hunger Games when you're dead. They show up on the screen, Ashley's young face and William's rough features.

I want to cry. I didn't even know them well. I didn't know anyone well but if killing one boy affects me so much, I can't imagine who I'll be once I finish the games.

I look up to the sky again but the seal is long gone. I'm to busy justifying Briar's death to actually think, to process what I've done. Can I just tell myself, yes, I'm a murderer and think of myself as a person who deserves to be able to unpack my emotions and deserves to not be haunted by his face every night.

I huddle into my sleeping bag and rest my head on my backpack. Probably not.

I probably never will.

Maylisee:

Her face is in the sky, her body's on the way home, it's real, she's dead. I unpack my bag, it doesn't have much in it, just a little bit of food and a blowgun... I finger the berries on the tree. A blowdart... if someone could just stumble upon my camp so I could test it out... I grab one of the berries and one of the blowdarts and put the berries juices on the dart, it's poisoned now, I need to be careful not to get it in my bloodstream. It's still dark but from the full moon I'm able to gather some green branches from the trees and put them in a fire position. "And now to light it on fire." I get some dry wood and put it over the green wood and grab two pieces of wood and rub them together. It feels like I'll rub all the skin off my hands before I light a fire.

I look up and see a parachute descending. They must have known what I was going to do. I drop the sticks and grab the parachute. Matches, thank god. I open the box and strike it against one of the pieces of wood, lighting them on fire. I blow on the flames, urging them to catch the green wood alight. After about a minute of that, it does. I scramble up a tree, brining about half a dozen poisoned darts, now to wait for someone to come.

I stay in the tree for quite a while until someone comes and someone does come, Haymitch. I freeze. Can I kill Haymitch, someone who I comforted and who comforted me. I can't, I can't kill him. I'll have to wait... but I have to kill.

Haymitch is carrying 2 backpacks and seems to have another weapon, a net. He's being chased by one of the girls in District 4, he must have stolen their stuff. I aim my blowgun and we strike and the same time, Haymitch throwing the net over the girl and stabbing her to slow her down, me shooting her with the poisoned dart. She's dead in an instant. Haymitch grabs the net , peering at the dart in her neck. He backs away looking around trying to pinpoint my location. I bet everyone in the Capitol is leaning off their seats, yelling at me to kill him. But I don't. I let him run away. This will probably come back to haunt me. I scatter the fire. Why did he run towards the smoke? I wonder. Maybe because he knew that the person there would love to kill a Career and maybe not bother with a boy from District 12. And the fire would add more protection against their short range weapons. I grab my backpack and start moving, searching the dead tribute's body for valbules, all I find is a knife, it has a thin blade that's has a little wave to it, going up and down, with a wooden handle. From all the fish that Willow and his friends brought in, it looks like it's some sort of fishing knife. Suitable for a District 4 tribute. I put it in its sheath and dig in her jacket pocket where I find some sort of white pill bottle. I can't read the label, it's very small, but it says something about poison. I store it in my pocket for later.

I follow a path made by animals to a river coming from the mountain, I bend down to drink the water, I'm glad that my hair is braided up in a plait otherwise it'd all get wet. I take a first sip of the water. It's not so bad. I'm a little dizzy but that's nothing. I take another sip, I still feel quite dizzy but I'm fine right now... all good. It's getting a little hard to breathe... I'm sweaty, nauseous...

A sudden shock of realization hits me, it isn't only the berries that are poisoned. It's the water too.