Alright, here's Night 5! Yay! This chapter was pretty fun to write.

District 1: Ariana Angel, Age 15

I can't believe I actually agreed to leave with Blaze.

I should have stayed back. I should have made up a story about how I tried to stop Blaze from leaving. But yet, for some reason, I chose to go with him. I'm still not entirely sure why I did it. I guess I just couldn't bear to watch him walk away like that. He's my only friend in this arena, and letting him go off by himself… well, it would've made me completely alone in an alliance full of killers.

"Maybe we should stop here," Blaze says. I shake my head immediately.

"No. I want to get as far away from the Careers as possible," I say. I try to ignore the ache in my back from carrying around a pack loaded with supplies. After I agreed to come with Blaze, I made sure to take as much stuff as I could manage to lug around with me before leaving. I hold my bow in my hand, ready to notch an arrow at a moment's notice. I keep expecting one of our former allies to jump out at us and kill us before we even have a chance to scream. But for now, there's no sign of the Careers or any other tribute, meaning that we're safe.

Blaze seems pretty at ease, although I've got no idea how he can stay so calm when we just betrayed the most powerful alliance in the arena. I'm becoming more nervous with every step I take. The jungle isn't helping to calm my nerves, either. Normally, I like the wilderness, but something about this place creeps me out. All the animals here are unfamiliar, and there's something unnatural about the way the light filters through the trees.

"Hey, thanks for coming with me," Blaze says softly beside me.

"Well, I couldn't just let you go off on your own," I say quickly. I'm still a little irritated that he dragged me into all this.

"Yeah, but…" Blaze trails off for a moment. "I mean, I'm glad you're here right now. I'd be completely terrified without you."

Ah, he got me. It's hard to stay mad at Blaze. I give him a small smile, and suddenly, I don't feel quite as scared as I was before.

District 11: Angelica Broome, Age 13

"What do you miss most from home?" Cole asks me.

"Probably my family," I say, sighing wistfully. We sit together on a ledge above the pool of water we fell into yesterday. "Jaime especially. You?"

"I don't know. I guess I miss not having to live every second of my existence in fear." I laugh even though it wasn't really a joke.

"Well, we should try and look on the bright side of things," I say. "I mean, if we hadn't been Reaped, we probably never would have been able to explore a jungle like this!"

"Yeah," Cole agrees. He pauses for a moment. "If we weren't Reaped, I might never have met you."

My heart begins to pound against my chest. "That's true," I say softly. We both fall silent, staring down at the churning water below us. Slowly, I rest my head against Cole's shoulder. He smiles and wraps his arm around me.

I want to enjoy this moment. But I can't. I can't because every fiber in my body is filled with an unspeakable rage towards the Capitol. If Cole and I hadn't been Reaped, we could've fallen in love. We could have gotten married, even, and had kids. But because of the Capitol's sick need for entertainment, that'll never happen, not anymore. Instead, we have to fit our whole lives into this little time frame of existence. Anything that we've ever wanted to do, any goals that we've set for ourselves, any hopes and dreams we've had, we have to do now.

Because if we wait any longer, we could be dead before we've even had the chance to live.

District 12: Beckett Roy, Age 17

I watch Angelica and Cole silently, nervousness bubbling up in my stomach. I'm so stupid. I never should have joined this alliance. Look what's happening! Angelica and Cole are sapping up all the attention from the Capitol, and I've become nothing more than an extra, a buzzkill. Soon enough, the audience will be bored of me. I can't let that happen. I have to survive.

What if I just kill them? I wonder to myself. At first, I disregard the thought. It would be horrible to kill my allies in cold blood, especially since they're so young. But then again… How long will it be before Angelica and Cole kill me? I'm almost certain that they'll turn on me at some point. I'm pretty sure I could beat them in a fight, but it would be tricky to battle both of them at once. Besides, if they took me by surprise, I probably wouldn't stand a chance.

I could kill them in their sleep. They would never see it coming. It's not like I would let them suffer or anything. It'd be a quick, painless death. Still, though, I'm not sure if I want to sink so low as to betray my own allies. I want to win and come home to my family, but if I followed through with this plan, would they ever even look at me the same way again? I don't want Sasha to think of me as a monster.

I'll wait until tomorrow, I decide finally. I'll sleep on it, and in the morning, I can figure out if I really want to kill Angelica and Cole or not. I just hope that whatever decision I make will be the right one.

Because I know that once I kill them, there'll be no going back.

District 4: Marine Gray, Age 16

"I don't get it," I complain. Why is it that we're having so much trouble finding tributes?"

"It's because of this stupid arena," Juno grumbles, stepping over a large tree branch. "There are too many hiding places for the little weaklings to camp out in. What a bunch of cowards!" She almost trips over a root and curses. "God, I'm sick of this jungle! YOU HEAR THAT, GAMEMAKERS?! YOUR ARENA IS A JOKE!"

"I wouldn't say stuff like that if I were you," I say. "They'll probably send some sort of mutt at you, like a giant lizard or something."

"Eh, I don't care," Juno says, waving the concern away. "I'll just kill it."

"Fair enough," I say. I like Juno. Her big mouth is probably going to get her killed at some point, but I have to admit, her fearlessness is admirable.

We reach the Cornucopia as darkness begins to descend over the arena. I stroll into the Cornucopia to find something to eat for dinner- and then find that Ariana and Blaze aren't there.

I peek my head out and look around. "Blaze? Ariana?" I shout, hoping that they're nearby and I just didn't see them before. Juno glances at me, confused.

"What, they're not in there?" she asks. I shake my head. I look around the Cornucopia again, and I suddenly realize that a modest portion of the supplies are gone. I feel anger bubbling up in my stomach. "I don't believe it."
"What is it?" Juno asks me.

"I think those traitors just abandoned us," I say.

District 2: Octavian Grimes, Age 18

"WHAT?!"

"I know, it's crazy," Marine says, pacing back and forth at the edge of the horn, "but it's the only reasonable explanation for why Ariana and Blaze both disappeared with a good chunk of the supplies."

"I can't believe this," I grumble. Actually, I probably should've seen this coming for a while now. It was obvious those two didn't have much loyalty for the Careers. I bet the audience is going crazy with laughter right now. They probably think I'm an idiot for being so unprepared for an event like this. No, no, no. We can't have that. I decide to do what I've always done when I'm in trouble; place the blame on somebody else.

"This is your fault," I snap at Marine and Juno. "You two should have offered to stay behind and guard the Cornucopia."

Marine throws her hands up in the air, exasperated. "Of course," she spits back at me. "This is all our fault. You don't have to take any responsibility for it at all, even though you're the leader of the Careers."

My hand is moving to my sword when Nemo shouts, "Guys!" We all look at him.

"You know, the reason Ariana and Blaze left was probably because of you three's constant bickering," Nemo says. "Obviously, you guys hate each other, but can we at least pretend to get along? If you all keep arguing and getting distracted, these games are going to drag on forever."

I'm about to send a stinging remark back at him when Marine sighs. "Nemo's right," she says.

"Well, of course you're going to agree with your district partner," I snap.

"Shut up," Marine says without thinking. "I think we should make a pact. We stick together until the final eight. After that, all bets are off and we can do what we want, but until then, none of us are allowed to abandon the group or betray each other."

"Deal," Nemo agrees.

"Yeah, sure," Juno says after a moment of hesitation.

I scowl. "Ok, whatever, deal," I say finally.

"Alright, so that's that," Marine says. "Let's get some rest. Tomorrow, we're going after Ariana and Blaze. They're going to pay for what they've done."

District 3: Scorpius Herin, Age 16

I work quickly, my hands flying as I finish assembling the bomb. Wires, screws, and other mechanical parts lay scattered around me. I narrow my eyes in concentration as I work- I don't want to mess anything up. The sky is dark, so I can only rely on the dim light of a flashlight to guide me.

After a moment, I finish setting the bomb up. My finger hovers over the small red button that will set it off. Once I press that button, it'll probably give me about a minute or so to get away before exploding. I give my new allies a quick glance. They're both sound asleep on the ground. The bomb should hopefully give them both a quick death. I don't feel good about betraying them, but this is the Hunger Games. There's no place for loyalty here. I considered just killing them with my knives, but then if one of them woke up before I could finish the deed, they could have a chance to take me out or escape, and I'm not the kind of person to take risks like that.

As quietly as possible, I gather up all the supplies and stuff them into my pack. When I have everything I need, my finger moves down to press the red button, but pauses. Am I really going to go through with this?

I jam my finger down on the button before I can think about it more. A little light begins blinking on the side of the bomb, gradually getting faster. In an instant, I'm on my feet and sprinting away from the scene as fast as I can. I don't waste time feeling sorry for the two kids who are about to die because of me.

After all, it's their fault for trusting me in the first place.

District 9: Albin Ainsley, Age 15

My eyes flutter open and I groan.

I roll over onto my side and see a blinking red light. Oh, look, it's a bomb, I think to myself, still not fully conscious. Suddenly, I register what I'm looking at. BOMB. ABOUT TO EXPLODE. RUN.

I'm running full-speed through the jungle before my brain has time to catch up. I've gotten a little ways away when I remember the supplies. No, no time to go back for the supplies, I think to myself. Wait, what about Erin?

Oh, no.

ERIN!

Just as I turn to go back for her, the bomb goes off.

The ground rocks under my feet and I stagger back a little before regaining my footing. "ERIN!" I scream. Maybe she realized what was happening and got away too. Maybe she survived the explosion. I need to go back for her, I need to go back and make sure she's okay…

I don't listen to myself, instead running back into the jungle away from the explosion. Deep down, I know she's gone- I didn't hear the cannon, but it probably just got mixed in with the sound of the bomb going off. I don't want to leave her broken body behind, but if the Careers are anywhere nearby, they'll definitely go towards the sound, and I don't want to be anywhere near it if that happens.

Even with all the emotions running through my body and tearing up my brain, it still comes to mind that I've lost two allies now on separate occasions. Maybe I'm some sort of bad luck charm or something.

Alright, so that was that! Next chapter will be Day 6.

14th Place: Erin Arden- Blown up with a bomb by Scorpius Herin, District 3 male

I liked Erin a lot, mostly because she wasn't a Katniss clone. She broke the mold of many District 12 tributes and had her own unique personality and backstory. Her death is a real shame, but I never really pictured her as a victor and didn't have anything planned for her, so I cut her off here. I'll miss this girl's fiery spirit. Rest in peace.

Stay tuned for the next chapter! I've been on a bit of a writing streak over the past week, so it should hopefully be out pretty soon.