Alright, here's Night 6! Also, I'm pretty sure that this SYOT is now over 100,000 words long. HOLY CRAP! I've never written that many words in a single story before. Thank you all for the support and encouragement you've given me over the past two years. Without you, this story never would've been able to take off. So thanks again!

District 2: Octavian Grimes, Age 18

When I watched the Hunger Games as a little kid, I only really saw the fun stuff. I didn't realize how much time the Careers spent just walking around, looking for tributes. These games haven't been nearly as exciting as I always imagined them being.

It's alright, I tell myself. Things will start heating up when you get to the final eight. I imagine myself gloriously striking down Juno and Marine in a blazing battle. I can almost hear the trumpets ringing out to signal my victory as I hold my hands high in the air, sweat streaming down my face. I smile when I think of how happy Jessica will be when I come back to District 2. She must be so worried for me right now. Oh, well. She won't have to worry much longer.

In a week or two, I'll be going home.

District 1: Blaze Hale, Age 17

"If you could have one superpower, what would it be?" Ariana asks.

"Uh… I'd like to have mind control," I say. "That way if someone tried to kill me, I could just make them kill themselves instead."
"Oh, dark," Angelica says. "I'd like to be able to teleport to any place in the world at any time."

"That would be nice," I agree. You'd be able to leave the arena in the blink of an eye. Yeah, that would be really nice. Unfortunately, I can't teleport. I'm stuck right where I am.

The only way out of this arena is to win.

District 9: Albin Ainsley, Age 15

I still can't believe what happened last night.

I just don't get it. Why would Scorpius abandon us like that? Why would he try to kill us? A shudder runs down my spine when I think of how close I was to dying. If I had stayed asleep for just a few seconds longer, that bomb would've gone off before I would've had time to run and I'd have been blown sky high. Just like Erin, a little voice thinks in the back of my head. I feel fresh sorro running through my veins as I remember my fallen ally. That sadness turns to hatred, however, when I think of Scorpius. I trusted him, and he let us down. He's probably out in the jungle somewhere congratulating himself for getting rid of a competitor.

Well, the joke's on him. Because I'm going to hunt him down. Forget the Careers- without an alliance or a plan, it would be pointless to try and kill them and would most likely end in my death. Scorpius, however, is just one person. I can kill him. Sure, he took all of my supplies, but hopefully that won't be too much of a problem as long as I can find him quickly enough.

Scorpius may be laughing now. But he won't be once I'm finished with him.

District 2: Juno Armstrong, Age 18

"We should probably head back to camp," Marine says, glancing up at the quickly darkening sky."
"No, we should stay out here and keep hunting," Octavian argues. "It's been far too long since we've killed someone."
"Yeah, but we're not going to find anybody when it's completely dark out," I say. "They'll be too well-hidden."

Octavian scowls deeply but finally relents. "Okay, fine," he says. "But tomorrow, I don't care how long it takes. We're hunting down a tribute and killing them. Got it?"

"Fair enough," I say. "Let's get back to the Cornucopia now and get some rest. Tomorrow, those tributes had better watch out."

District 12: Beckett Roy, Age 17

I gaze over Angelica and Cole's sleeping forms, my sword clutched indecisively in my hand. This morning, I decided that I was going to kill my allies tonight. Now, though, I'm not sure if I have the stomach to do it.

Toughen up, Beckett. I need to do this. I've already gotten way too attached to my allies, which is precisely the thing I was hoping to avoid in these games. After all, only one of us is going to win, and I need to make sure that it's me. Angelica and Cole are just going to be a burden to me in the future. They keep on doing stupid, reckless stuff, and I keep on having to save them. How long will it be before I get myself killed trying to protect them? I can't keep on risking my life in order to keep them safe. I need to get home to my family. I need to get home to Sasha.

An image of my little brother's face pops into my head, and I make my decision.

"I'm so, so sorry," I whisper to my allies. Then I kneel down and slit Angelica's throat.

District 11: Cole Cambridge, Age 13

My eyes open at the sound of a cannon.

I reach for Angelica's hand only to find that it's cold and limp. I look over, surprised, and catch a glimpse of blood pooling from her neck before I hear the swish of a sword coming at me and instinctively roll away. The blade comes down with and hits the ground where I was just laying with a clang.

I look up at my attacker, expecting to see one of the Careers, but the face staring back down at me isn't one of those bloodthirsty tributes. It's Beckett.

"What… Why…" I sputter, trying to wrap my brain around everything that just happened.

"I really wish I didn't have to do this," Beckett says regretfully, "But I have to win these games. I have to go home to District 12." He brings his sword down again, and I scramble away. He misses me by less than an inch.

I desperately reach out, looking for any kind of weapon to defend myself with. My fist closes around something metal, and I realize with a sick sort of amusement that it's my butter knife. Great. This is bound to work out well.

Beckett slashes out at me, and I raise my butter knife in a desperate attempt to live. As I bring it up in front of my chest, I feel my finger brush against a small lever on the handle that I never noticed before. Suddenly, the knife jerks and begins to extend outward. In an instant, I'm holding a long, gleaming, deadly sword in my hand.

Beckett's blade clashes against mine, and he's so surprised that he drops it. I see my chance, and before I can even register what I'm doing I push the blade up, stabbing Beckett through the chest.

He looks down in sheer shock. "But… No…" he whispers. "That isn't fair…" I yank the sword out as his body goes limp, and he collapses on the ground. A moment later, I hear another cannon boom.

I don't care about the cannon, though. I care about Angelica. I crawl over to her body slowly, reaching out and taking her hand. She's dead. The full realization crashes down on me and I lose all self-control, sobbing into her shoulder. I know I can't stay for long. I need to walk away and let the hovercraft come and get the bodies. But I don't want to go. I want to stay here for as long as I can, holding my ally close to me before she gets taken away.

Mom was right. I should never have gotten attached to Angelica.

Because now I'm not sure if I can let her go.

District 8: Alyxandra Lernan, Age 16

The second cannon goes off soon after the first one sounds.

"Who do you think they were for?" Livia asks. As if in response to her question, the anthem plays and the images of the girl from District 11 and the boy from District 12 show up in the sky.

I sigh. I was hoping that it would've been at least one of the Careers. So far, none of them have died yet, which makes the day extremely terrifying.

"The girl was just 13 years old," Livia whispers, still staring up at the sky. "That's not old enough to die."
I let out a shaky breath as I picture her body lying dead in a hovercraft somewhere. She never even really stood a chance of winning, not in an arena full of older, stronger kids.

"Well, let's look on the bright side," I say. "Only 11 tributes are left in the arena. That means we're over halfway through the games." I think about this for a moment. Halfway through. If ten more tributes die, I can be on my home to my family and friends. I'm still not sure if I have the strength to win the games, but if I made it through the first half of the games, who's to say that I can't make it through the second half?

Iris Lasumi, Age 22

NO!

I watch in dismay as Beckett's corpse falls to the ground. He was doing so well! It was just bad luck that killed him, really. Who would've thought that Cole's simple butter knife could elongate into a sword? Now, Beckett won't be able to make it home to his poor little brother! It tears me up thinking about it.

Oh, well. He's just a district savage. Who cares if his family is sad? In fact, I don't even know if people from around there can feel emotion- at least, not like we do here in the Capitol. I guess I should choose someone else to route for. Livia and Alyx are a neat duo. And the Careers are always entertaining. Scorpius, too, has proven himself as a worthy opponent. Now which one would be most worthy of being my new favorite tribute? Hmmm, let me think…

Over half of the tributes are dead now! Ten more dead and we'll have a victor. Who do you think it'll be?

13th Place: Angelica Broome- Throat slit with a knife by Beckett Roy, District 12 male

Awww, Jaime is going to be so sad. :( I loved writing Angelica's Reaping chapter, but after that I feel like she sort of faded into the background a little, even with her romance with Cole. Still, she was so sweet and I loved writing her POVs. Either Angelica or Cole was going to die this chapter, and Angelica drew the short stick. Rest in peace.

12th Place: Beckett Roy- Stabbed in the chest with a sword by Cole Cambridge, District 11 male

Some people might think of Beckett as a villain for betraying his allies like that, but I don't think he was a bad person. He was just a desperate kid trying to get home to his family. I've had his arch planned out for a while, and it was fun to watch him grow and develop throughout the story. He was one of the stronger tributes in the games and could've won, but he got an unlucky break. Sorry, Beckett. RIP.

I'll see you in Day 7!