Maylisee:

I grab the bottle of pills from my pocket. This is either going to kill me or save my life and I could use both right now. I try to unscrew it. Push it down and unscrew it. Like how Ida couldn't do it. At home. I open it and pour the pills in my hand. I feel nauseous, like I'm going to to keel over right here and right now. I shove one of the pills in my mouth and swallow it. After a painstaking minute I stand up. And then I'm back on the floor again. I guess I'm not going to be standing up anytime soon. I sit by the side of the river for a little while, being careful not to get the water on me. The fruit is poisoned, the river is poisoned. How am I going to survive? I guess I'm just not.

I try to stand up again, I'm still shaky and weak but less so. I can do this. I walk towards the trees. It'll probably be better for me if I get back in the thick of the forest, then I won't have to run as much because no one will find me. And then maybe I'll win by default.

I can almost hear the gamemakers laughing at me. I'm not going to win and definitely not by mistake.

Cherry:

"He got a 9. That's a career score." I say. "Put your faith into him, we might have a District 12 victor."

"Sure... that kid's going nowhere."

"He's going nowhere if you refuse to sponsor him. He knew that anyone who set up a trap like that would jump at the chance to take out a career. He took that opportunity. That's the sign of a victor."

"Why are you asking me?" he says, getting up.

"Because every tribute you've backed, wins." He raises his eyebrows at me. "You know I'd only come to you if I had faith in my tributes." I step closer to him. "And you can back both of them. If one of them wins you got to back them." He ponders that for a moment. I hold my breath. This is it.

"Fine." he says. "I'll back them, publicly. But you need to start remembering my name."

"You can back them both publicly. I'll give you that honor. That means you're taking your chances with 12." I turn to walk away. "Goodbye Felix."

"You do remember my name." he says, laughing his booming laugh. I turn and glare at him. "Of course I remember your name. How could I forget."

I walk out, seething. I hate the Capitol, I hate the sponsors, I hate the fact that I feel like I owe them because I won and they backed me. I hate the the fact that I have to go to their stupid parties so that I can save my tributes from dying. My tributes from dying... I look at the watch. With his money I could send anything. But Haymitch needs information.

Haymitch:

I hear the sound of a river and walk towards it. I could really use some water right now. I follow my ears before I see it. It's clearer than the one back at home I can see all the rocks in it, there are some fish but not much and the plants look almost fake but there's a source of water. Who cares what's in it. I open my backpack and take out my water bottle but just as I am about to a parachute comes down. My first sponsor gift. I open it up and find a small tube labeled: 'Anti-Poison pills: take 1 upon consuming poison to neutralize the effects'

I don't think it's a coincidence that Cherry sent them right before I was about to drink from this stream. I put my water bottle back into my bag and back away from the water. Right into another tribute's trap. Or it could be my trap that I just stumbled into like an idiot. Probably the later.

I unsheath my knife and brace myself for a hard landing. I hear footsteps coming towards me. Oh, great, it isn't my trap and someone's come to finish me off. That's just fantastic. A girl, District 7, looks up at the trap. And of course she's holding an axe, why wouldn't she be holding an axe.

"How're you doing down there?" I ask, was that the stupidest thing I've ever said? Yes.

"I'm fine, seems like you've gotten yourself stuck." she says. "I can help you get down from there."

"I've got my own way to get down thanks"

I cut through the bottom of the trap as the girl cuts the ropes tying me up. I try to move towards her but I'm entangled in the web of rope. She raises her axe. I roll to the side. She steps back. I stab her in the leg. She's slower now, I can get her. But I'm still stuck in the trap. I stay where I am for a second too long and then roll away. She cuts the net with the axe. I climb out. Now she's realised her fatal mistake. I tackle her, pin her to the ground and raise my knife. "Wait, please... don't."

"If I had pleaded for mercy, you wouldn't have let me live."

"I would've, let's just be allies or something."

She shuts up fast, especially after I've put a knife in her throat. I'm not saying I don't feel terrible but at least I'm not dead. At least I'm one tribute closer to home.