Quick A/N: A lot of these PoVs will be around the same time because of the interviews. Yeah, that's all I had, hope y'all enjoy.

Ciara Teal, Day 7

Time: 7:02 AM (7:02)

Quadrant~ 3

I know Zach would have to die but I didn't think that little bitch would actually be able to kill him. How did Sunna even kill Zach? I knew Anne would never leave me alone with Sunna, so I sent Zach to kill her. I've learned in the group if you just go on for about an hour about a 'plan' they'll believe you and follow your ideas. All I had to do was make a few points on splitting up and Zach completely fell for it. I have no clue how, but he took my plan out and convinced Anne and Sunna to split up. I love the guy, but how stupid can one be?

Whatever, in the end, my plan bit him in the butt. I'm sorry he ended up the dead one and not Sunna. But then again, there can be only one winner. At least Sunna and Anne have been split up. Hopefully, that little prick dies soon, she's alone anyway. Sunna's way too sweet and I don't think if she met up with another tribute, that she'd be able to kill them. Sunna's not really the type to kill.

That's what made her and Anne such a pair, such a sponsorable pair. I'm glad I got them split up but now I have to kill Anne. She always acts so innocent but cut the crap honey, we both know she's not as sweet as she seems. She was a streetfighter back in Ten for freaking loud. I have to get her soon or she'd be able to take me out relatively easily. All I have to do is survive the feast, then I can kill her that night.

I just can't go to the feast alone, without backup. Last year, Lillith Solace tried to attend the feast alone and meet her bloodily brutal end. I don't think anyone wants to relive that so there's gonna be groups going to the feast, the singles being as smart as possible and not going. Let's hope Sunna decides to go? But I know she's too smart for that, she's bound to hatch a plan. Possibility to make it back to Anne? I really have to keep the two apart.

"I'm going to go look for her, whether you're coming with me or not," Anne says, her words pulling me back to reality.

"What the hell?" I ask, whipping around to face the girl. Her tan features gravely staring back at me, Anne's light chocolate eyes catching a shimmer from the stage lights. She lets out a sigh, motioning over to the backpack she'd already packed up.

"I'm gonna go look for Sunna." She, in her sweet tone, simply says. I roll my eyes at her and just sigh. I hate her syrupy light voice, it's too fucking annoying.

"Fine, I'm coming with you." I reply, getting up from my seat leaning against the ice wall. I have to keep them apart somehow and if that means trekking through the ashes with Anne, so be it. I need to get Anne lost, hopefully in the opposite direction of her ally. I used to enjoy spending time with Sunna but that was before we hit the arena. The arena's softened her, she needs to grow up. Everyone in here is going to have to die if I want to make it out alive, so I can't feel too bad for her. I can't feel bad for any of the dead tributes anyway, can't feel anything in the arena.

"You are?" she asks, surprised.

"Of course," I nod, slowly moving toward the girl. She holds the backpack on her back, Zach and Sunna having taken the other two. They left us the big one and took the two smaller ones with them, just in case.

"Then hurry." She says, bouncing lightly on her heels. She obviously didn't like her ally being out alone without her, but there's not much she can do. We're in a maze, it's not gonna be hard to confuse Anne. Heck, this maze is even confusing to me. But whatever we do, I can't let Anne find Sunna. The pair could take me out if that were to happen. If Anne and I were to fight right now it'd probably be an uneven fight. Odds tipped in her favor but fuck odds. The odds are never in my favor so I don't fucking give a shit if they're against me this time.

"I am." I nod and she starts to run towards the way Zach and Sunna had gone yesterday. I follow her, trying to match her even, rhythmic footsteps. Her strides long but I take quick steps, walking beside her.

"I think they went this way." Anne says and I look for a second, my eyes flickering over the ice wall that stood before her.

"Nah, Zach told me they were gonna go this way," I reply pointing to the opposite way then Zach had planned to go. Anne nods and turns the way I am pointing, this is almost too easy.

Abram Butcher, Day 7

Time: 10:58 AM

Quadrant~ 4

Numbness. That's all I feel as I follow the boy from Two, who appears to be wandering through the maze of ice walls. He hasn't let his guard down since we'd meet yesterday, or really said much of anything. That part's obvious. I have no clue but I'd managed to convince him to not kill me but I can tell something's wrong. But I really thought I was about to die back there, I'm thankful he decided not to kill me. He's a career after all, why he listened when I begged him to kill me I have no idea-

There's a harsh and loud beep before a booming feminine voice speaks out across the arena. Her voice wavers for a second but she covers it by clearing her throat. "Attention tributes of the Three-hundredth Annual Hunger Games." She says and Allegro stops in his tracks. He scans around us for the source of the noise but stops as the voice continues. "Let us take a moment for the fallen sixteen tributes."

I can tell Allegro tenses up, screwing up his face in a weird lopsided frown. I'm sure I do the same as I look up at the blinding stage lights. Lily, I couldn't freaking save her. I left her to die, left her to the career. I'm such an idiot, why had I been so stupid? I can't even imagine how much pain I'd caused her and now she's gone. I told her that I'd protect her, be her knight but that didn't work. Nothing worked. She's gone, drowned from this earth by a flood of blood.

A wave of pain rushes through my veins and my stomach churns. The sharp taste of iron fills my mouth as I bite my lip to keep from crying out.

I failed her. I failed the only person who ever really mattered to me.

She was the only person here who actually made sense, who understood me. I was the only one she could open up to, she trusted me enough to let me in. She trusted me with her life and I let her down. I let out a cough and blood splatters onto Allegro's jacket but he takes no notice. He stares down at the ground, his face a shade light crimson.

I can't believe I let her down, she was everything. How could I let her die? She trusted me, put her faith in my hands. And I dropped it, let it shatter into a million pieces. I let her shatter into a million pieces, why? Why had I been so stupid? Why had I left her? Why didn't I hear the other career? Why had I not stopped her? Why hadn't I run faster? Why am I the one left here? She wasn't the one to die… I was.

I hear loud voices but they make me feel sick to my stomach, I drown them out and listen to my heartbeat. My heartbeat should have stopped, not hers. I know she wasn't perfect but she was perfect for me. Her big heart, her fiery attitude, her strong moral code, all of it. She was amazing, the one who wasn't supposed to die.

I went into these games not sure what was gonna happen, and was unsure until I met Lily in the elevator. That whole scene with the careers and Anne was hectic but in the chaos of it all, I looked to the shy girl in the corner and offered to be allies. She took a second before she smiled and nodded. From there she slowly opened up, devolving her reasons and secrets. She trusted me enough to let me into her heart. Let me break down the sturdy walls she'd built around her heart.

How could I blow that? She trusted me to protect her and I broke that. It's my fault her canon shot out the darkness last night. I hadn't been there to save her, shield her from death. I hadn't been there. I hadn't been there to save her, protect her.

Voices fill the air around me but I block them out. I told her I'd save her, shelter her. But I failed, I was an idiot and left her with the career. How didn't I put it together? It was a trap all along... or was it? Were Angel and Allegro working together? They couldn't have been, could they? Allegro was a career, yes, but he chose Kinnik over the pack.

Kinnik obviously meant something to him, but I'm not sticking my nose in Allegro's business. He opened up to me a bit last night but since then, he hasn't said much. I have a feeling he thinks I'm going to stab him, but I'm not. I need this to work to survive the feast. Undoubtedly, both careers and the group of three older district girls will attend. We just have to be prepared, have each other's backs. Then after that, we can go and part ways.

Elizabeth Oakseed, Day 7

Time: 11:10 AM (11:10)

Quadrant~ 1

I continue making my way through the ice maze, the bitter wind rasping at my lungs. It sends daggers down my chest with every breath but I ignore the pain. As long as I'm breathing, I'm here, still fighting. There are only seven people left, only seven more canons before I can make it home.

I hear the voices of the tributes' family but I ignore them, they're just another product of the sound quadrant trying to trick me. I'm not falling for any of the Capital's stupid fucking tricks, not anymore. I'm not playing their game anymore, I'm playing my own.

I'm playing my friend's game. I'm not surviving for me, I'm fighting for them. They're the reason I'm here and for that, I have to repay them. If none of them can make it home, I have to-

"Elizabeth? Elizabeth, can you hear me?" I hear a voice, obviously, out of breath, ask and I shift my gaze up to the bright stage lights. I shake my head and continue making my way through the ice.

"Stupid Capital," I mumble under my breath, the cold air sending a strong gust of wind through my bones. It bites at my already-red nose. This whole arena is way too cold, a lot colder than many of the other ones. Why couldn't we have had just a plain ice maze? Not this sense shit, I'm done with these senses.

"Jeremiah, I'm glad you could make it," Amos says, his light and cheerful words cutting through the air like a knife. I whip around in my tracks, listening for the voices again. They almost sound like they're booming from a loudspeaker, much different than the voices are normally.

Normally the voices sound like they're echoing in your head, scattering your thoughts. Not this time though, no, these voices sounded more real. They sounded different, like they're broadcasted instead of heard only in my ears.

"Yeah." Jeremiah, my mentor, says. He takes a few gasps in to catch his breath before continuing. "I'm glad I can as well, Elizabeth means quite a bit to me."

"That she does, with all your other tributes gone, I'm curious, how does it feel to have a final eight contestant?"

"Exciting," Jeremiah says and I can't help but narrow my eyes. Final eight? That's now, these can't be recorded, can they? With the final eight being now, these have to be fucking live.

I knew it! I knew something was off with the sounds, they sounded a lot different than the ones typically played in the sound quadrant. I can't believe my mentor's actually being interviewed right now. Wait does it mean that all the other interview type things I've heard all morning were other tributes interviews? I've been ignoring them all morning, should I have been listening?

"But of course." Amos gushes and I can feel my cheeks flushing a slight shade of crimson.

"Did you originally think she'd make it to the final eight?"

"Of course, I had faith in all three of my tributes." Jeremiah nods and I can't help but let out a small whimper for my dead district partner. We hadn't been close back in Seven but bonded over our terrible mentor. That was before Jeremiah had taken us in though. That whole exchange was really weird but I was glad not to have Caspain as my mentor anymore.

"Even though you're yet to get a victor?"

"You can't ever stop believing in your tributes because of things that have happened in the past."

"That's a great way to look at it," Amos says and I can tell he's nodding along. "That was short but I'm afraid that is all we have time for, please give a warm round of applause for Jeremiah Jacobson, final eight constant- Elizabeth Oakseed!" Amos screams into his microphone and I can hear the audience around him erupt into applause.

I let out a small sigh, dropping my gaze to the ground as Amos welcomes someone new. I don't pay attention to who they are or what they say. I block out all the sounds, placing one foot in front of the other. It doesn't surprise me my mom didn't show up for the family interviews, not one bit. I hate her, all the mental abuse. All the self-doubt and fear she planted deep in my heart. That woman could die for all I care. I don't give a damn about her, but I do give a damn about my best friends.

Dead best friends. Best friends I couldn't save, couldn't protect. Best friends I have to win for, best friends who give me the strength to keep pushing forward. Best friends I'm winning this shitshow for. Best friends whose murders I will avenge.

I know I didn't see who killed Cel, but I saw Zach kill Sage. I'm glad he's dead, glad his cannon boomed last night. From what I was able to hear, I'm guessing it was Ciara that killed Cel but I can't make assumptions. All three of those girls will have to die, each and every one of them.

Kai Morgan, Day 7

Time: 11:14 AM (11:14)

Quadrant~ 2

"Please welcome to the stage, Dylan Morgan," Amos shouts and I glance up from the shrimp Misty and I have been savoring. Last night we had a small sponsor gift, a small reminder of home. Neither of us are exactly sure when we should eat it, seafood being a rare treat for both of us in Four. Being the fishing district, Four was known for its seafood, just all of it got shipped around Panem. Most of it went to the Capital but a few crates were sent around to the other districts. Leaving seafood in Four for the rich, the ones who could really afford it.

"Kai." Misty croaks and I look to the wall she's pointing at. There sits my younger brother beside Amos. His light brown skin shining bright against the sheen of the shimmering stage lights.

"Dylan," I whisper into the frosty air.

"I'm glad to be here," Dylan says, a smile riding his young features.

"That you are." Amos nods, "so tell me, did you know when your brother volunteered he'd make it to the final eight?"

"Of course, he was the chosen volunteer for a reason," Dylan says, nodding. His bright red mop of curls bouncing up and down as he talks.

"Exactly, do you think he's got a shot at winning?"

"I say he does, and I really hope I'm right. It's not home without him."

"That it's not." Amos nods and butterflies unleash themselves in my stomach. I sure hope I have a chance at winning, with Misty as my ally. We've made a plan to stick together until the finale but I've gotta stay on my toes, promises don't always hold true in the arena. Really, most of the time they end up falling short but I have to trust her. She's the only thing from home I have.

"So, how's it going?" Dylan asks Amos and he looks taken aback for a second. Dylan had always been the more polite one of the twins so him asking Amos a question doesn't surprise me.

"I guess it's going fine." Amos laughs, "please give a round of applause for Dylan Morgan, final eight contestant- Kai Morgan." The crowd behind the two erupt into applause and I smile at my brother. I know he can't see me right now but I really miss him. I miss all three of them.

"He's your little brother, right?" Misty asks and I turn away from the wall to face her.

"Yes." I nod and she gives me a small comforting smile.

"I wish I had siblings." Misty sighs.

"Yeah, I love them, they're my world." I reply, telling the truth. The only thing I want in this place is to hold my siblings again, I have to make it home to them. I'm their older brother, their role model. I can't let them down, not now at least. I have to win this thing for them.

"That's actually really cute." Misty says, lightly punching me in the arm as an older man is called to the stage.

"So, Mr. Weaver, tell me, did you think your daughter would make it to the final eight when she volunteered." Misty whips around to see her father sitting beside Amos. She narrows her eyes for a second but her expression softens as the man smiles at the interviewer.

"Yes, I did. But you can never get too confident." The man shrugs. His features hold tight to a stern smile.

"Exactly." Amos nods and the man chuckles. "How does it make you feel that she could very well die out there?" A shiver runs down my spine at his words. All of us could very well die out here, twenty-three of us will. Sixteen already have, dying in a mixture of painful and painless deaths.

"I know Misty can handle herself out there."

"That she can, she's already scored a kill." Amos nods and the man looks solemn for a second before loosening up and casting a small wispy smile at Amos.

"And for that, I'm proud of her. I've always been proud of her." As her father says that, Misty can't help herself and beams at me. I'm guessing her father is someone who isn't the most open about his love, but when he is, his daughter is really proud of herself.

"That's very sweet."Amos nods and Misty tears her eyes away from the wall to glance down at our handful of cocktail shrimp. Fancy shrimp as my mom would call it. Misty looks away from it and meets my eyes.

"Your dad is cool." I nod, unsure of exactly what to say.

"I love him." She nods as the man is excused from the seat and the crowd lights up with a roar of applause.

"He seems really nice, is it just you and your dad?"

"No, my mom too. She's just a tad… controlling."

"Oh, I'm sorry." I nod and Misty just turns away and listens as the crowd dies down.

Sunna Saccharin, Day 7

Time: 11:21 AM (11:21)

Quadrant~ Tribute Chest Hall

"Please welcome to the stage, Lavender Saccharin!" Amos shouts and my neck snaps up from the chest I was going through.

"Thank you, Amos." My sweet sister says. I can hear the smile on her lips, hear it shining through her words.

"So, tell me, did you expect your sister to make it to the final eight?"

"Sunna." Lav croaks, instead of answering the question. "Please come home."

"Aw, that's adorable," Amos comments, but I can hear the distaste in his voice.

"Please." She whimpers and I wipe away a collection of sticky hot tears rolling down my burning cheeks.

"Do you think your sister can make it home?" Amos says, trying to pick up the interview.

Lavender lets out a cry and I squeeze my eyes tight. Hearing her in pain makes a deep feeling of sadness pound through my veins. I have to make it home, for her, for all of my siblings I left back in District Nine. My hands feel sweaty but I wipe away the tears wearing at my eyes.

"Sunna, you have to make it home." Lav says and I feel my chest burn. I crumple against the chest, it's metal flames digging into my back. I scream out in a mixture of rage and pain. I promised her I'd make it home but these games… I don't want to have to kill. I can't.

My stomach churns at the thought of having to kill to make it home. Sunna, calm down. That's why you're here. You can't last much longer if I don't pick up the Capital's game, pick up your knives. This is no longer your choice, your game of control. Fate is no longer resting in your hands. It's in the Capital's, never having been mine.

"Give it up for Lavender Saccharin, final eight contestant- Sunna Saccharin," Amos says and I look back down to the ashes beneath me. I hear applause as Lavender let's out a scream.

"Sunna please." She croaks and I can hear something heavy fall to the ground. Lavender screams again and I let out a gasp. Her screams slowly start to fade and my stomach turns itself inside out. I feel like puking, dizziness spinning my head.

"That's it for the interviews, please give a round of applause for the final eight tributes of the Three-hundredth Annual Hunger Games!" Amos screams and I feel sick. Hearing my sister's voice for the first time in a month bringing back gurgled, strangled memories. My heart rate starts to quicken, breaths coming in short wheezing gasps.

I turn to the black wall to the right of me, blood pounding in my ears. I feel every ounce of bravery in my body shoot through my veins and I narrow my eyes. I get to my feet and slowly pick up Zach's machete. I hold the long weapon in front of my body and charge at the black wall. It's not stone, more of a plushy material. I'd found that yesterday. If I can break it I can escape. Escaping means I don't have to die- or kill anymore, it'll all be over. I'll be free, free from these chains of murder.

Boom

Boom

Boom

Time freezes, everything turning to slow motion as I sprint toward the wall. My heart pounds in my ears and I grit my teeth, brandishing the metal weapon forward. I run straight towards the wall, looking death straight in the face. Screw death, I have to escape. For Lavender. I can't win these games, I have to escape. It's the only way to see her again.

Zach's long blade collides with the black material but instead of the wall breaking, the weapon shatters. My body is blasted back by an electric shock. Pain spikes up my spine, electricity coursing through my veins. Shock pounds at my body, sending waves of electricity through to my skull.

I scream as I crumble against the closest chest. The black wall warped at my efforts, light beaming through the intent. Pain shatters my bones and screams rack my body.

But I just ignore the blood dripping from both my temple and my right leg. Wiping away the hot tears falling from my shattered eyes. I jump back to my feet, body coursing with pure adrenaline. My heart pounds in my ears, musically shooting up my body. My vision spins but I sprint at the wall again, reaching through the soft wall to the outside.

My fingertips extend out, brushing a light source. I let out a scream and push myself further. I grab the light source and try to wrench myself free. Away from this murder prison and into whatever stood outside. At the same time I do, pain crumples my body. It rattles every inch of my body and I collapse to the floor. I scream as my body shakes, blood bubbling from whatever wound I'd received. Everything blends together, the only thing holding itself is pain.

8th place- Sunna Saccharin died trying to escape the arena

Ahhhhhh Sunna I absolutely loved you. I can't believe I killed you and your death was really freaking sad to write. I've had this moment envisioned for about a week now but I still lowkey cried when bringing it to life. I couldn't let someone stab you, I had to give you a heroic way to go out. You will forever be in my heart and actually was my victor for a second. A bit more than a second, like for all of the reapings. But then I realized you aren't one to kill and in the end, that's what killed you.


Alliances-

What's Left of The Bread Queens: Anne and Ciara

The Newest Iconic Duo: Kai and Misty

Broken Boys: Allegro and Abram

Sub-alliances-

Hospital Gang: Abram and Ciara

Just a Pact to Not *Stabby Stabby* Each Other Until the Finale: Anne and Abram

Promises: Sunna and Anne

Loners-

The Smol Lizard Breath Herself: Elizabeth


Kill Count (underlined ones are gone)-

Sasha: 1 (D5F, self)

Ciara: 1 (D6F)

Kinnik: 1 (D3F)

Misty: 1 (D9M)

Kai: 1 (D5M)

Abram: 1 (D12M)

Angel: 2 (D3M, D12F)

Tyree: 1 (D6M, self)

Elizabeth: 1 (D1"M"-NB)

Anne: 1 (D11F)

Zach: 1 (D11"M"-NB)

Allegro: 1 (D2F)

Liz: 1 (D7M)

Lily: 1 (D1F)

Arena: 2 (D8M, D9F)


A/N: Annnnd we're back bitches! Staboom. This was a really sad chapter to write, probably because one of my absolute favorites had to die. I'm really sorry Matt waitttt I've been forgetting every single chapter, since the bloodbath to thank authors for their tributes. Shoot, don't mind me.

Thank you DragonoftheStars1429 for Onyx, Evilpencilbox for Sage, DarkColdSummer for Celosia, JustDrew for Liz, ZeroIsANumber for Kinnik, IIJamesII for Angel, JStar14H for Lily, Small Town Girl 2014 for Zach and Matt0688 for Sunna.

Staboom! Sorry I kept forgetting that. Also I wanted to clear a few things up. The interviews were broadcasted all throughout the arena. In the sight quadrant the tributes there (Kai and Misty) were actually able to see the interviews taking place, but the rest just heard them. Yes, I know Abram, Allegro, Anne and Ciara weren't heard. That was because they were in Abram's PoV and he just drowned them out. But don't worry, next chapter there will be a lot of reflection of the interviews so you'll get to read about them xd. And yeah I think that's all I got. As always- have a good day/night/afternoon.

Bye for now,

Marie