Revan Allerix, 14.
District 5 Male.
12:00 PM, Day 5.

Revan hefted his crossbow, carefully sliding an arrow into it. They'd decided that Dustin would go in for their supplies, while he covered his back from further away. Revan certainly didn't want to let Dustin go in all on his own, but he knew that he could be more helpful from further away.

He steadied the weapon in his hands, looking over, up at his ally. Dustin looked pale, he hadn't been feeling well ever since he'd stayed out all night, but Dustin would never admit it. Revan saw it in the way he would stumble over his words, the way that he couldn't hold onto his sword correctly.

There was something wrong with Dustin. Something that Revan couldn't figure out, however maybe some Capitol medicine that could help him, but he knew whatever could be done needed to be done soon.

"You ready?" Dustin asked with a weak smile, hefting his sword.

"Yeah I am, let's fucking do this!" Revan replied enthusiastically. Everything would surely be okay, right? They'd go in, get what they needed, and get out without any hassle. That was the best case scenario at least, and in his mind, no other scenario existed. As he and Dustin emerged from their hiding spot (they were hidden in a small dip in the ground), he repeated that thought in his mind, hammering it in everything would be fine.

Dustin went first, but before he could go far, a booming explosion rang out, startling Revan. A cloud of smoke was thrown up into the air from the direction of the Cornucopia. He stumbled slightly, tripping over his feet from surprise, but Dustin caught him by the arm before he could falter.

"Careful, don't fall," Dustin said with a soft laugh, but his words were slightly muffled.

"What the fuck was that?" Revan exclaimed, eyes wide as he looked at the distant dust cloud which was slowly clearing. A crackling noise rang out over the arena, and the announcer read out something about how the Feast was beginning, but Revan wasn't registering it properly due to the ringing in his ears.

"An explosion it seems," Dustin replied, turning to look back towards the Cornucopia. His words were clearer this time, the high pitched whining reverberating in his head fading out slightly.

"We're still going in there though, right?" Revan asked, holding up his crossbow. Dustin nodded once, before continuing to walk towards the blast sight. They'd taken up a position a little ways away from the Cornucopia, far enough away that they couldn't see it until they passed over a small hill. They passed over it soon after, the shining Cornucopia appearing- however, it wasn't so shining.

There was a large crater in the dirt, the air was still filled with a fine haze of dust, obscuring the shining metal of the Cornucopia. Splattered across the silvery-purple surface was dark red, he recognized it to be blood. Someone must've died in the explosion, the cannon having been covered up by the explosion.

As they walked down the opposite side of the hill, he continued repeating the mantra in his head.

Everything would be okay.

They grew ever nearer, the shapes of other tributes becoming apparent. There was a large group of people standing in the mouth of the Cornucopia, what he assumed to be the Careers.

Everything would be okay.

They hit the flat circle of land that surrounded the Cornucopia, and they paused for a moment, Dustin placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Stay back here, you know the plan. I'll see you soon." He said, patting him weakly on the shoulder before he turned to the ruined scene before them. The table which contained the supplies had been half-ruined, the metal table twisted and blackened. The destroyed remnants of a few of the bags were scattered around the ground, however roughly a third of the supply packs remained, and clear as day even through the hazy dust, he could see the one with the 5 on it.

Everything would be okay.

Revan watched as Dustin approached, the chaos ensuing around him. Revan kept his eyes locked onto his ally, and the girl from District 4 tried to approach him, sword in hand. Revan raised his weapon, sucking a breath in as he pulled the trigger. The arrow flew by the Careers' head, narrowly missing her, and she fell back with a yelp of surprise.

He drew another arrow from his quiver, beginning to load his crossbow once again. The Career girl righted herself, scrambling to her feet as she pursued Dustin with determination. Dustin had made it to the table and had picked up their bags, or what Revan believed to be their bags since he couldn't see the numbers from the angle he was perched at. He moved backwards up the hill slightly to get a better angle on the mayhem.

He continued struggling to load his crossbow, the bolt was sticking slightly and he looked away for a split second to fix it. When he looked back, eyes frantically searching for his ally, he spotted him in the crowd, struggling with the Career girl. As he continued trying to fix his weapon, Dustin pushed the girl off, shoving her to the ground before scrambling to his feet. Dustin quickly made his way back out of the chaos, moving swiftly back to Revan, just as the District 5 boy unstuck the bolt on his crossbow, finally managing to load it.

"I got it, or at least I got yours since mine went kaboom," Dustin said, holding the bag up with a pale grin. "We should probably-" He continued, but he was cut off, his face rapidly turning even paler than he already was his expression turning from one of joy to one of shock.

Revan quickly figured out why, as the shining tip of a sword pierced through the front of Dustin's jacket, blood beginning to appear as Dustin tumbled forward with a gasp. Standing behind him was the District 4 girl, a grin crossing her face as she reached down, yanking the sword from Dustin's back with a merciless tug. Her gaze quickly turned to Revan, piercing through his chest like the sword that had just cut down his friend.

The girl's expression was one of annoyance- how could she possibly be annoyed she'd just killed someone, or almost killed someone. Maybe there was still hope for Dustin, no cannon had fired yet, maybe he could save him, maybe- but this hope was quickly snuffed out as the girl unceremoniously thrust her sword through the back of his neck.

And with that, a cannon fired.

The girl turned her attention to him, retrieving her sword from Dustin's neck. He scrambled for a moment, hands finding the grips of his crossbow somehow. He sucked a breath in, and let it out, and as he did so, the world slowing around him, for a moment, just a moment.

At this moment, he knew what he had to do. Revan placed his finger on the trigger, lining it up with the middle of the girl's head, right between her eyes. He pulled the trigger, arrow flying, hitting right where he'd aimed with a sickening thud. The girl was thrown backwards down the hill, sliding in the dirt for a ways before coming to a stop. A second cannon fired, confirming she was dead.

Revan searched for a moment, spotting the bag, the bag they'd come here for; the insignificant items that Dustin had died for. It was still loosely gripped in Dustin's hand. Revan slung his crossbow over his shoulder, grabbing the bag which was now spattered in blood. He turned on his heel, and ran, ran away from the destruction, the body, his friend.

Everything will be okay.

Terce Highwall, 16.
District 12 Male.
12:11 PM, Day 5.

Terce spun on his heel, to face whatever it was that had made the noise he'd heard. There was nothing though, just some rocks. He figured it was just his hearing playing tricks on him since he'd been standing near the bomb when it'd gone off. He hadn't been hit by any shrapnel, however, Creed and Echo had both been hit.

The few tributes who had come for supplies had seemingly already been scared off by the explosion, or they'd already come in and gotten away. It was quite the failure for the Careers, only managing to take out one outer District tribute, and at the cost of one of their lives, Charlotte having been killed.

Terce once again heard something, footsteps perhaps, and he turned once again. This time, however, he came face to face with a girl, the girl from 8. The same one who'd escaped the Careers a few days before, although just those days seemed more like years, years since he'd killed her ally.

In the split second it took him to realize this, the girl had already darted past him, towards the ruined remains of the table. Terce moved to chase her, but he stopped. What happened if he caught her? Would he kill her? Could he kill her? He knew the answer was no, no, why would he take another innocent life? He looked around, checking to see if any of the other Careers were watching, and they were all occupied inside the Cornucopia, having left him to watch over the clearing.

As he realized this, the girl had already picked up one of the charred bags and had turned back to face him, machete in hand. She had a grim, determined look on her face, the sort of expression that made Terce not want to stand in her way. She grew closer, inching rather than walking at this point, with her weapon pointed directly at him. A few steps before she was close enough to actually reach him with her weapon, he made a move.

He gently placed his sword on the ground, and moved aside, letting the girl pass. She did so, inching along slowly while still maintaining eye contact. He held his hands up, showing that he didn't have any other weapons. As soon as she was past him, she turned away, running off towards the mountains.

Terce let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, shakily reaching down to pick up his sword. He didn't know if what he did was right, but he felt better about it than killing someone. It may come around to bite him in the ass, and if the others found out they would certainly kill him, but he didn't care, not at this point.

He began making his way towards the Cornucopia, to switch off with another of his allies. He needed a break, and something to eat, and as he approached the mouth of the shining structure, careful not to slip into the crater, the clanging of metal on metal came from within.

And a cannon followed.

Terce sped up, could it be someone from inside? Surely not, no other tributes could've possibly gotten in. He rounded the corner and was knocked him off his feet, hitting the ground hard. The air was knocked out of his lungs, his head spinning. Terce didn't know what was happening, he gasped for air trying to regain his bearings. His hand quickly found the hilt of the sword he'd dropped, and he grabbed it, gripping it tightly as he scrambled backwards, away from whoever had knocked him over. His back hit the side of the Cornucopia, and he saw a blurry figure approach him from the side, grabbing him by the arm and hauling him up.

"You okay?" The voice, Pedro asked, still gripping his arm. He wasn't sure if he was okay, he was still dazed and trying to collect his thoughts, but his body seemed to be in working order.

"Y-yeah I think so. What the fuck happened?" Terce replied, wincing slightly as he touched his head. He'd banged the back of it quite hard when he'd gone down, and it hurt to the touch.

"It looks like Creed killed Echo, and uh- she took off," Pedro said, a grim look crossing his face as he moved aside. Indeed, there was Echo, dead, slumped against the back wall of the structure, covered in blood. His entire torso and chest were ripped to bloody shreds.

Terce felt sick to his stomach, as he quickly averted his eyes. It was a horrible scene, one he would never be able to unstick from his mind. He turned to look outside of the Cornucopia, and he could see the distant shape of a person moving away from the area. The figure went over the distant ridge of a hill, and disappeared.

"Where were you? Why didn't you stop her?" Terce asked, turning and walking out of the Cornucopia. He needed air, fresh air as he got his answers. His two closest allies were dead, and now he was left with the snake in the form of a human that stood before him.

"Ah, I stepped out for a moment for some fresh air, I left Echo to keep an eye on her. I guess that was a bad idea though, seeing as he's dead and she's abandoned us." Pedro replied, grinning sheepishly as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah, it obviously was a bad idea. What do we do now, huh?" Terce growled, annoyed at Pedro's utter incompetence. He must've done it on purpose, he had to be plotting for them all to die.

"We go back to camp, and reconvene, and figure out what to do next," Pedro replied casually.

"Why should I follow you?" Terce continued, his tone low as he poked Pedro in the chest. "Why should I let you lead me to my death?"

"Feel free to leave whenever you want. We both know you wouldn't last 5 minutes out there." Pedro replied, his tone cool as he gestured towards the mountain range surrounding them. Pedro was right, Terce had no chance out there on his own, especially without any supplies. Terce thought about it for a moment, and he realized that his best bet was to go with Pedro, wait it out and steal away during the night. Either way he faced death, and dying at the swift hand of a Career sounded better than starving to death.

"Fine, okay. I'll go with you." Terce mumbled quietly, conceding that Pedro was indeed correct. Pedro nodded, looking satisfied with the answer.

"Alright, sounds good. Let's get going then, I'd like to be back before dark." Pedro said with his signature charming smile. Terce nodded and moved to collect what few things he (and Charlotte, and Echo, and Creed.) had brought with them, as well as what could be salvaged from the feast.

Now, all Terce had to do was bide his time.

12th Place: Lynus Delanova, accidentally exploded.

11th Place: Dustin Riley, stabbed by Charlotte.

10th Place: Charlotte Babbin, shot in the head by Revan.

9th Place: Echo Fellman, hit by bomb shrapnel, and then hacked to pieces by Creed.