I didn't have many ideas for Sabrina, but this one turned out really good! I kind of wish I'd explored this originally.

Sabrina Pewer- District Seven female

It was Mako they sent to make the offer, since they weren't even bothering to try to fool me. Arielle might have almost made it believable.

"Hey, Seven," Mako said. "The Careers are talking, and we like your stuff. We want you to join our alliance."

My stuff? What stuff? My mediocre plant-finding and axe-throwing skills? This time, it didn't take a good listener to read between the lines. They wanted someone to guard their supplies. They picked someone they knew wouldn't ever be a threat. I wasn't even there to fight off someone who came to steal stuff. I was there to make noise and cause an alarm while I was getting killed.

"Wow, really? Sounds great!" I said, and I was happy they sent Mako, because he couldn't recognize a fake smile. Of course it was suicide to join the Careers, but it was a faster suicide not to. The Careers had ended my Games before they even began. It was hardly even worth trying anymore, but that was just the human spirit.

Seven people died in the Bloodbath. Four of them died on the Cornucopia island. The Careers were busy chasing other Tributes, and they either didn't notice or didn't care that I stayed with the dying ones. I closed Calden's wide-open eyes, and I listened to Aimee's dying words.

"There's so much food here," I heard Kazuo saying to the others. He lowered his voice and I pretended to be arranging Lilith respectfully while I strained my hearing. "We don't need her."

I felt the others looking at me, Mako looking more like his namesake as he showed his teeth in a smile. I stood nonchalantly and started stuffing a bag full of supplies.

"What are you doing?" Arielle asked.

"I just thought you all probably wanted to move, since it's so bright and exposed here. I was going to start carrying supplies," I said. Arielle took a look at Pray, who was certainly strong enough but also shorter than some of the swords, and let me continue. Why kill a perfectly good pack mule?

That night, I crept to the edge of the trees, pretending I needed to use the bathroom. Pray was on watch, and I didn't make any funny moves. There was just something I needed to do.

"Aimee says she loves you, Mr. and Mrs. Anderson. And she says Heaven is a bed of roses," I said to the sky, knowing there would be a camera somewhere.

My job was to listen. I heard birds calling and monkeys hooting. Sometimes I heard screams, and that was the least frightening sound, at least in theory, because those were the ones the Careers had already found. When I heard intruders coming, I blew on the survival whistle Arielle had given me. The sound alone was enough to drive people away, because only a Career would make noise on purpose.

I was pretending I was asleep when the faces started in the sky. Even then, the Careers weren't dumb. They didn't talk about what they were planning to do. I only caught one word: "Belisarius".

It was my death knell. After Chantal died in the flood, Belisarius was the only threat left. With him gone, there was no need to keep me around. I lay still in my sleeping bag, hoping it looked like I was just shaking from the cool night air. I kept my eyes closed and wondered if I'd feel the shadow fall across me. There was no chance if I ran. My only prayer was that Kazuo was out hunting. He and Arielle made most of the decisions. They might want to consult him.

The sun crested, and I wasn't dead. The rest of the Careers gathered and set off without so much as a look at me. They were meeting up with Kazuo, I knew. They'd be coming back soon to kill me.

My number was up. If I ran, they'd find me and make it worse. This must be what depression is like, I thought. This dull, emotionless knowledge that there is no hope, and that doing anything is useless. I sat on the bright grass and listened to the Arena one last time.

"I'm sorry, everyone. This is it. I'm dying today," I said to the audience. "I'm sure you'll go on. Mom, Dad? I love you."

I heard the chimes before I saw the parachute. It was a small package, colored blue on the bottom and green on the sides to camouflage it.

I never imagined I'd get a sponsor gift. My family wasn't wealthy, and neither was my District. Oakley had been the better bet. I opened the package and found a tiny vial. The skull-and-crossbones design was more than enough of a label.

How? Poison, especially at this point, had to be staggeringly expensive. The Careers had known it was my only possible weapon, which was why Kazuo had gone through the Cornucopia and removed any trace while Pray patted me down. But here it was in my hand, enough to kill them all. Only then did I notice the note hiding among the tissue paper packaging.

Warp and Tulle Orygin

Mo, Luna and Kayla Sparks

Columbine Fop

Dopple and Cela Anderson

All of them… No, one District couldn't have sent this. But four of them could. My slowing heart started to pick up as I realized. And there were more names…

Maple Wilds

Cassidy Jones

Janie Philbert

Winter Dinckley

Canopy Wilson

…

All my friends. All the girls who said they'd miss me. They actually did, so much they gave every penny they had. My hand shook as I cried over the little vial. They listened to me, too.

When the Careers came back, Kazuo with them, I was stirring a pot of rehydrated soup over a fire. "I'll fetch some more water to do the dishes," I said. That was nothing suspicious, since I always ate last.

I waited three minutes by the river, then came back. Either the Gamemakers were waiting to do all the cannons together, or the jig was up. When I got back, Pray was already dead. Mako and Arielle were trying to breathe through the foam clogging their mouths. Kazuo was the only one still trying to stand. He saw me and tried to crawl, falling onto his stomach. There was a hint of congratulation in his expression as he watched me. Then the air was quiet. When the cannons came, I listened.