Kjole Schmiecel, District Eight female- 16

It was still burning me up that the others just didn't care. Not even just about Dionysus. They didn't care about anyone they killed. Children were dying, and they just didn't care. I couldn't imagine living like that. Sure I didn't particularly feel much about other people, but I still didn't want them to DIE. It wasn't natural for people to be so cold. I knew it was crazy to even think about but I was starting to think this country needed to go away. I couldn't overthrow Panem, but maybe I should start trying to help the people who were.

In any case, it didn't matter much now. I was stuck in the arena, and I couldn't do much other than try to stay alive. Nero and Nailah were out hunting while Allure and I watched the supplies. At least it was nice that Allure wasn't eyeing me anymore. I was just more garbage to her now, since only pretty people mattered in the Capitol or in One. I couldn't help but think it was strange they'd let one of the valuable people go into the Games at all, even if they were sure Allure would win. She might get a scar or something and become less than human.

Allure got up. "You hungry or what?" she asked.

"I guess so." I said. I was usually hungry, but I didn't want to seem weak so I never mentioned it. Probably all the other careers were too. Allure was the only one confident enough to not care if anyone said anything, as long as it wasn't about her looks.

Allure walked past me and all of a sudden I felt a blinding pain in my back. I fell to my stomach, then rolled over and saw Allure smirking over me.

"Chicks dig scars," she said.

She raised the knife and I thought for sure I was about to die. But instead of resigning myself, I felt a wave of irresistible heat wash over me. I shook with anger and then I couldn't think at all. My vision swam and then Allure was on the ground, grabbing the leg I'd just kicked out from under her. I sat up and leaned over to punch her on the nose. She squawked and her eyes went wide in offended anger.

"You don't even deserve to fight me." She spat.

"WELL I'M GOING TO!" I screamed. My back ached where her knife had evidently gotten stopped by a rib. Allure could kill from afar, but tearing someone apart up close wasn't her strong suit. But from what I was feeling at that moment, it could have been mine.

Allure reeled back and stabbed down at my leg. Going to throw a knife at me? I'll take it, then. I thought. I shoved out my hand to meet the knife and it stuck through my palm with pain I was too furious to feel. I closed my fingers over the knife's handle and yanked it out of Allure's grasp. She kicked me in the ribs and the air huffed out of me even as I ignored it and grabbed her by the throat. She pulled out another knife from her pocket but couldn't stab me before I headbutted her. She fell onto her back and I screamed as I brought my knife down into her chest.

Allure gasped and brought up a hand to touch the knife. Then her hand went past it to her broken nose that spilled blood all over her face.

"Tell them to fix it." She whispered. Her eyes were wide and horrified as she looked at me.

"Too late. You're dying." I said. My anger was fading but I was still shaking and breathing heavily. I could barely even remember what the fight had been like. It was all a blur.

"Tell them to fix it." She said again, tapping at her nose. Her breath caught and she gathered it to try again. "In the coffin. Tell them to fix it so I'm pretty."

"That's what you want?" I said almost to myself. Allure knew she was dying and still all she cared about was her face? It could have made me even angrier at her, but instead I only felt pity. Allure thought her entire worth came from her beauty. She cared less about dying than she did about the thought that no one would even care if she was ugly.

"I don't want to go." Allure's face, still so beautiful even with the blood on it, was tortured and so emotional even I felt for her. I didn't want her to kill me, and I wasn't sorry I'd killed her. But I didn't want this for her either. I almost wished she'd been born ugly. One wouldn't have valued her but at least she would have had a chance to find her own meaning. She wouldn't be in the Hunger games begging someone she just tried to kill to tell people to make her pretty in her coffin.

"I'll tell them." I said. Allure didn't thank me but I could see the hint of gratitude in her still-expressive eyes. She pawed at her face to try to get the blood off as it flowed faster than she could wipe it off. Her breath went quick and then suddenly started to slow. Her hands fell to the sides of her face and then she was staring blankly at the sky.

I wiped the blood off Allure's face and walked away from the Cornucopia to let the hovercraft take her, bringing a first aid kit to treat the wounds I was quickly starting to feel. It was a waste, just all a waste. I'd never know anything about Allure except her face, because that was all her world cared about. Another wasted life, and a country that needed to be help accountable.

Desiree Redwood- District Seven female (17)

I couldn't very well go into the hospital since that would be the first place Kjole and her allies would look. So instead I was hiding in what seemed like a clothes store, or at least something that had been v clothes store. The shelves were mostly empty but I could still see the hangers and clothing racks. Most important, there was a bathroom tucked in the back of the store. It had water that was probably clean enough to drink. If it wasn't I didn't have many other options anyway. I could drink the water, but I could also use it to wash the blood off my nose. I even snorted a little to get out some of the blood clogging my nose and making it hard to breathe.

For one day I managed to stay in my hiding place and not attract attention, but after that I knew I had to go out. I was getting really hungry. It might have seemed smart to go at night when no one could see me, but at night I also couldn't see the careers, and they were sneakier than I was. Instead I decided to go out at high noon, right when the arena was at its hottest. I wouldn't have to worry about Kjole, anyway, since she was so pale she'd burn if she even looked out a window. Allure would be too worried about damaging her precious skin, and with the others I'd just have to take my chances. For my part, I was tan from all those years throwing logs around. The sun still burned when I went out and started poking around, but I could handle it for a while.

I jumped when a cannon went off. At least some of the careers were out, then, unless someone dehydrated or maybe starved. It took a long time to starve, but a lot of us were pretty skinny before the Games even started.

Finding a food store wasn't so hard. I guess the viewers didn't want everyone to die too quickly. I was a little surprised at how much was left, though. Even people who got stuff at the Bloodbath would have run out by now and have to go find stuff. Maybe I was the first to find the tiny stall I was currently looting. It was just a tiny hole in the wall sort of place. Mostly it had a few aisles of vegetables, all of them long-moldy, and then one aisle of canned food and condiments. I couldn't afford to be picky, so I took whatever had the most calories, even if it was sardine and a jar of jelly.

A girl walked around the end of the aisle so casually I thought for a minute I was shopping back at home. Then I remembered where I was and bent my knees, holding up my fists.

"You want to fight or what?" I asked, glaring at the girl from Ten. "Because I'll fight you."

"I don't want to fight." The girl said, looking startled. "Really I'm more of a hugger."

"What?" A boy's voice came from the next aisle over. I whipped my head around and started eyeing the exit.

"It's Deb, from Seven." The girl called over to him as I heard his footsteps approach.

"Des," I corrected her. "Look, I don't need any trouble either."

The boy from Ten appeared at the end of the aisle and looked at me cautiously but not suspiciously. "We can share, if you don't mind." He said. "There's plenty of groceries."

I lowered my arms a little but kept mindful of a path to the exit. The girl looked at her ally and then back at me.

"Oops, it's Des." she said to her partner. "I'm Bess. That almost rhymes."

"Yeah, I remember your interview." I'd been intrigued by a girl as muscular as I was and had hoped she'd survive the bloodbath while also hoping she didn't come at me. I was strong but that didn't mean I went looking for trouble.

"You staying around here?" Bess started. "Oh, I guess you wouldn't want to tell us. I was just asking because I thought maybe you might want to stay close until the careers break up."

"What, like an ally?" I asked. Bess was strong and I seemed to remember her partner was pretty smart with school stuff. And I was lonely... and Bess was a pretty face...

"We should probably stick together." Omar agreed. "And I can tell you're not super aggressive, since you didn't attack right away."

"I'm a lover AND a fighter." I admitted. "Where are you two staying?"

"We fortified a house." Omar said.

"That beats where I'm staying." I said. I held out my groceries I'd stuffed into a shirt from the clothes store. "I got some housewarming stuff, too."

Letitia Wainwright, Gamemaker

Ratings were way down. We'd thought for sure the intriguing arena would draw in viewers. Maybe it was the slow pace, or the already-fizzling careers. Kjole's fight with Allure had made some buzz but it wasn't enough. Everyone knew what happened to a crew of gamemakers if their games didn't bring in the numbers. It was how I got promoted at 22 and if I wasn't careful it was how I'd get fired or worse at 25.

"We could send in some mutts." Demarcus suggested.

"We've been through that a million times." Jemimah sighed. "We don't have enough sources for Latin myths. They got destroyed in the Dark Days."

"Maybe just some random mutts?" Gaius piped up. We all knew he wanted a chance to use his bear-tiger mutt but this arena just didn't make any sense for it.

"Maybe a feast." I suggested. It was another idea we'd gone over. Feasts boosted ratings but not nearly as much as we needed. If we were going to pull this off we needed something entirely new.

"Darius has been gone for a long time." Jemimah commented. He'd gone to suggest something so crazy we all told him we'd get in trouble just for asking. But Darius was Darius and nothing ever convinced him he might be wrong.

Moments later we heard footsteps running down the hall. Darius burst through the door with a wild grin.

"She said yes!" he crowed.

"No way." Gaius said.

"You're messing with us." Jemimah accused.

"It's right here." Darius smirked, holding up the paper with a very familiar seal. We all crowded around and read the paper. I can't believe it. It was true.

"Guess it's only fair you get to make the announcement." I said as we all rushed down the hall to the sound room. Darius swept in and picked up the microphone.

"Good afternoon, tributes. As a reward for fifteen years without a significant revolt, President Galba is excited to announce she is graciously allowing two Victors this year."

8th place: Allure Beldam, stabbed by Kjole
Allure was a bit of a silly character but she also made sense. Of course someone raised in One would think looks are most important. Allure was just doing what she'd been taught, both in her vanity and in volunteering for the Games. I was super excited when I got the idea for Kjole to scar herself and then for this to happen. Thanks LCS for Allure and I hope I did her justice.

NOW, on to the BIG TWIST!

I know it's silly to have two victors, especially right after LCS did it, but I was so excited when I saw her twist I asked if she'd mind if I did it too. She said that sounded great so I did it. This is the perfect time to do it since this is sort of a standalone story that won't be referenced if I do more stories. Now I get to choose two victors, which I'm super happy about since I love everyone left (except maybe Preji XD ) The only thing I feel bad about is LCS probably thought Allure would have a better chance now. Oh well... Letitia's POV is pretty sparse since we all know I just wanted an excuse for the twist. It's a pretty lame excuse but the important thing is TWO VICTORS!