District 6

Tristana Rockett

"Remember our plan?" Vincent inquires gruffly as we trudge through the forest. I can tell we're getting closer to the Cornucopia because the trees have become sparser, allowing the sun to light our way. It's morning, early enough to see where we're going, but not late enough that I'm worried we won't make it in time.

"Yep," I confirm in a small voice that probably doesn't mask my fear.

"Let's go over it to make sure we're on the same page."

"Okay," I say, even though I'm sure we both know exactly what to do. I suspect Vincent thinks I'm going to stray from the plan, which isn't true. As much as I dislike the plan, I know it's the best thing we can do to play to our strengths and has the best survival rate for both of us.

"What's my role?" Vincent quizzes.

"You're going to run into the center and grab the bags for each of us."

"Right. And what about you?"

"I'm going to defend you from the sidelines, shooting anyone who tries to attack."

"Good."

Vincent uses his sharp sword to cut away a veil of vines, revealing a flash of gold in front of us before it's obscured by the trees again. Vincent freezes.

"Was that the Cornucopia?" he whispers.

"I think so."

"Come on; be quiet," Vincent whispers, beginning to tiptoe toward the gold. It's not too long before we discover that the metal we've seen is in fact the golden horn. When we're close enough that we're in danger of being seen, Vincent pulls me toward a shrub and yanks me down behind it.

"Ow," I mutter as my knee hits a rock.

"Sorry," he whispers. "Is your crossbow nocked?"

I don't respond, but he can see that it isn't. I quickly draw a quarrel from my belt and attach it to the string, readying my bow. I can see that Vincent has tightened the grip on his sword - we're both expecting someone to leap out at us any minute. For all we know, someone is sitting in the tree above us, preparing to leap down and chop off both of our heads. It doesn't seem out of the question, considering the fate of some others in the arena thus far.

It's especially hot today, and we're both sweating buckets as we wait for noon to arrive. We had no clue where we were in terms of the arena; all we knew was what direction the Cornucopia was in (from the Capitol emblem that appeared last night) so we decided to begin our trek early to be safe. It turns out that we were rather close, so now we have plenty of time to wait.

After about half an hour of waiting in silence, I feel like I'm getting sunburned, being so in the open, so I back up a bit to sit in the shade of a mossy tree. Groaning, I wipe a chunk of blonde hair out of my eyes. Vincent turns around, raising a finger to his lips to tell me to shut up.

I suppose he's right about staying quiet, since all of the tributes will either arrive soon, or already here. I don't think anyone would choose to attack both of us before the feast even begins, but you never know. It's better to be safe than sorry.

My eyes scan the edges, searching for any other possible tributes. But everyone is well hidden. For a second, I think I see a flash of violet (Axel?) on one side, but it quickly disappears, before I can really determine whether it was a tribute or not.

I watch Vincent for a moment as he surveys the clearing, likely trying to identify possible exit routes. Maybe he's trying to spot other tributes waiting at the edge. I suddenly feel very nervous as the reality of what's about to happen sinks in. People always die at the feast. We won't go another day with no deaths, and it's very likely that one of the faces appearing in the sky tonight will belong to Vincent.

"You'll be careful, won't you?" I ask after a moment, in as low a voice I can muster.

"Of course," Vincent says dismissively.

"I'm serious. People always die in the feast, and… the Careers probably don't like you. You might be a target."

"I'll be fine," he says. Then, noticing how nervous I really am, he turns to me and looks me in the eyes. "Tristana, I'm serious. I'm not going to send myself to my death. If I do get caught up, I trust that you can just shoot the other person with a crossbow. Right?" I nod. "I'll be okay. We both will."

District 2

Glorian Stafford

I crouch behind a large plant, watching the Cornucopia through the cracks in the leaves. Nobody has been stupid enough to run inside the Cornucopia yet, but I'm sure they're all hiding in the bushes. Right now, the Cornucopia is just an empty gold shell, with not even the original supplies inside.

I guess Trajan took them, even though I don't know why he'd leave the safety of the Cornucopia for the jungle. But all of that is irrelevant now. I need to keep my eyes on the prize - the gifts that will spawn inside the Cornucopia.

I nervously flex my injured fingers as I wait for the supplies to appear - noon must be near. I'm once again back in the clearing, and I can see the sun easily - it's directly above our heads, from what I can see, so the bags must be appearing soon. Last year, in the 247th Hunger Games, the supplies appeared when the ground split and the table raised. I'm guessing they'll do that again, since there's not a lot of ways to get the supplies in.

I wonder what will be in my customized bag… food, most likely, since I'm starting to get quite hungry. But I'm guessing there will be some other stuff… hopefully medicine, to treat some of my many injuries. I suppose anything more than that is too much to hope for, so it's not like I'll get armor or anything overly expensive.

As I watch the empty clearing, I see a bush shift in the corner of my eye. My eyes flicker over to the bush, but I don't see anyone. It must be a tribute, but they're too far away to be a threat.

I start when I hear Leandros' voice, but quickly ready myself to run into the center - I want to be the first, rather than run into the thick of the battle. Usually, the tribute who runs into the feast first is the one who escapes with no damage. And I'd love to escape with no damage.

"Tributes! I'm pleased to see you're all at the Cornucopia - none will have to be blown up, which is always great. This will be much more exciting. It is currently 11:58, so in two minutes' time the bags will appear. Let me remind those who have forgotten - each tribute has a bag corresponding with the color they wear. If both tributes from a District remain, the bag will also be marked with an 'M' or 'F'. The contents of your bag have been customized based on what you need. However, you are not restricted to one bag - you may take someone else's, but keep in mind that this will paint a target on your back."

Maybe I should take Cecelia's? She already hates me for killing Noelani and she is my biggest competitor. But stealing someone else's bag is seen as a pretty dirty move… it's legal, but it's still frowned upon. Like killing your District partner.

"Oh! Would you look at that? It's exactly 12:00 now! I suppose we should let the feast begin!"

I get into a runner's stance, clutching the sword tightly in my non-dominant (the injury on my right definitely won't work in my favor). I watch the Cornucopia and before my eyes, I see the ground crack open. A long table laden with multi-colored bags rises up slowly, and when it's in place, the ground re-seals below it.

My eyes lock on the red bag - it's a satchel, which surprises me. For some reason, I imagined a sack. But a satchel's nice - when trying to get out of the Bloodbath, I can have both hands free.

For a moment after the ground has resealed, there's a moment of silence as we all wait to see who will go first. I look around, and when I realize no one else is going to risk it, I start sprinting toward the Cornucopia.

My arms pumping and blood racing, I lock in on the red satchel sitting in the middle of the table. I try to ignore the ever-present threat of the other tributes, but it's difficult not to be aware of the collective breath everyone has seem to taken. I'm about half-way to the center when I see someone else dart out of the jungle out of the corner of my eyes.

Even though I'm trying to remain focused on the satchel, my eyes flicker over to see who it is. Cecelia. Of course. I bet she wants revenge on me for killing Noelani and is planning on slaughtering me. My theory is proven when I see her course is not directed to the Cornucopia, but me.

I can see her in the corner of my eye, racing toward me with hatred burning in her eyes. I could stand my ground and try to fight, but I'm afraid I won't be able to beat her. Cecelia's my biggest competition, and with only my left hand, I don't think I have a chance. Maybe I can outrun her to the Cornucopia and grab my satchel - I don't think she'll want to follow me out of the feast with no supplies.

But I've never been a very fast runner, and with all of the injuries I have sustained in these Games, my pace is slowed considerably. Cecelia, who hasn't been as beaten down as me, is able to catch up before I make it to the center.

I slow my pace, preparing to fight, when I realize there's no way to escape her. I don't have time to swing my sword before she reaches me, slicing her sword in a big arc toward my head. It swipes at me so fast, I have no choice but to dive to the ground, crashing painfully onto the soft dirt.

I hear the whoosh as the blade swings over me, and I lift my head from the dirt it's smashed in. I grab ahold of my sword again, since I dropped it when I collided with the ground, and I'm about to leap back to my feet when the toe of Cecelia's shoe smashes into my face.

I feel a shock of pain as I'm knocked backward, and my injured hand immediately flies to my nose in pain. It was already broken, so it hurts even more now. There's a new rush of blood gushing down my lips, and when I open my mouth to say something, I get a mouthful of blood. I immediately spit it out, and crawl to my hands and knees.

If not for the whoosh the sword makes when it's slamming down at me, I'd probably part ways with my head. Cecelia tries to decapitate me, but I hear the noise and throw myself out of the way. Cecelia's sword slams into the dirt instead and sticks in it. While she's yanking it back out, I get to my feet and steady my ground. I spit out some more blood and tighten my jaw.

Cecelia yanks the blade out of the ground, flinging dirt everywhere. Realizing I'm back up, Cecelia hesitates again. After a moment, her eyes flicker to my hand… the injured one, and she realizes it's useless. I can see her take note of the weakness, and a moment later, she swings at my good hand.

I try to block her sword with my own, and the two blades clash together. Metal scrapes as she pushes down, but eventually brings her sword away and right back for another attempt to hit me. I block again. Finally, when attempting to block, my sword strikes lower than intended and hits the fingers wrapped around the hilt of her sword.

Cecelia screams out in pain as the sword clatters to the ground, and she backs up, clutching her hand to her chest. I see blood leaking through the cracks in her fingers, but she covers my view of the injury. My eyes quickly flicker to the ground, and I gasp. Next to the discarded sword, in a spray of blood are two fleshy chunks that I quickly realize are her fingers.

She looks at me in horror, realizing that she can't compete with me - at least not anymore, not with her dominant hand damaged as well. Glaring at me, she takes off in the direction of the Cornucopia. I follow her at a slower place, not because I want to kill her, but I need to get my satchel anyway. I'm concerned that someone will attempt to steal it, since I'm a threat and we're allowed to take other people's bags.

The only other people at the Cornucopia are the Vincent and Trajan, who are locked in a scuffle. From the two bags clutched in Trajan's hand (one white, one green), I'm guessing Trajan was trying to steal Vincent's bag. I'm glad I won't have to worry about either of those two, because it seems like they've got issues of their own to worry about.

I quickly glance around the clearing and spy almost all of the remaining tributes hovering by the edge of the clearing. The boys from 6 and 9 are at the edge… fighting each other? I thought they were allies, so this befuddles me a bit. But perhaps they split up since training. The girl from District 6 is also at the edge, aiming her crossbow toward the mass of bodies fighting in the center. I'm guessing she's trying to pick some of us off from a distance before running in, and I remind myself to look out for her. She isn't firing yet, but has a bolt ready to shoot.

The only person I don't see is the girl from District 3, which is slightly odd considering Leandros claimed we were all here. Is she hiding in the bushes or something? She must be, but I think she'll have to run in sooner or later. Perhaps she hid only long enough not to be exploded, then ran off again. It's not the worst strategy, but definitely not one I'd take. My logic is; if you're already at the Cornucopia, why not sneak in and grab a bag?

When Cecelias reaches the bags, I'm only a few yards behind. I see her grab the white bag marked with an F and I expect her to leave; however, before going, she lunges out at snatches up the red bag. It takes me a moment to process this, and in the time that it does, she's already running in the opposite direction.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demand, chasing after her, but she's far swifter and clears the treeline long before me. I scream in frustration as I watch Cecelia disappear, along with my supplies. They could have saved me!

But I suppose she knew that. That's why Cecelia took them - and now that they're gone, she expected me to be inferior in a fight. After all, she has the upper hand now.

District 3

Lennox Porter

As I crouch in the bushes, I can see the entire feast unravel in front of me. No deaths yet… but that will change soon. The District 2 male chase after the District 1 female, which is a huge relief. Both are some of the toughest competition remaining, and I was worried about them more than anyone else.

The only people truly fighting are Trajan and the boy from District 7, who duel over a green bag. The boys from 6 and 9 also look to be having a tussle over in one corner of the clearing, but they're not using weapons, so it doesn't look too lethal.

Which leaves just the girl from 6 and I to sit on the sidelines. The one with the gem…

I quickly scan the clearing and see hovering by the edge, nervously pointing a crossbow toward the boys from 1 and 7. I'm guessing that she's hoping to help her ally, but doesn't want to risk hitting him in lieu of Trajan. She's a little ways to my right, so I'm forced to quickly scamper over through the bushes, trying not to alert her of my presence. The element of surprise may be the only thing I have.

She doesn't notice as I sneak up behind her, drawing my dagger from its place in my belt. She continues to watch as the two boys brawl in the center over a bag, nervously trying to aim at only one. I gnaw on my lip as I approach, walking as lightly and silently as humanly possible.

This is my first time killing. This is my first time putting myself into danger of my own accord. Sure, I've tried to kill her before, with those spider mutts, which would have technically been recorded by my kill (had I been successful) but I wouldn't have actually drawn blood. Now I am.

I don't want to kill her - but I need that gem if I want to make it home.

I raise my dagger, inhaling slowly as I sneak up behind her. When I'm practically on top of her, ready to plunge my knife down, I hesitate. Should I really do this?

But in that time where I debated killing her or not, she turns. Her eyes widen when she sees the knife poised inches above her head, ready to strike.

"Vincent!" she screams and spins her crossbow to aim at me. Immediately, I use the dagger to knock it aside. The blade catches her knuckle slightly, and causes her to impulsively drop the crossbow. She gasps and grapples for it, but before she can regain her weapon and her upper hand, I tackle her to the ground.

She cries out as we slam into the earth, but before she can do anything else, I drive my fist into her nose. She howls in pain and I feel guilty, but I punch her again.

"Vincent!" she cries as my fist collides with her jaw.

I have her arms pinned under my body, but she manages to slide one free and swipes at my throat. I feel a slight speck of pain, but I don't think she's even drawn any blood. I grab her hand and push it back until I hear her wrist snap. She screams even louder now, and her ally finally takes notice.

"Tristana!" I hear the District 7 boy bellow from over in the Cornucopia. I look up in fear, but he's still preoccupied. He turns to run toward us and save his ally, but the District 1 boy swings the shaft of his spear into the boy's nose.

Deciding that I still have time, I remove my dagger from its position in my belt and look down at Tristana in pity. She has tear-tracks cutting into her bloodied face, and as she looks up at me, I hesitate once again.

"Please don't kill me," she whispers, and when she opens her mouth, I notice that I've knocked a tooth loose.

"I'm sorry," I say," but you have something I want."

With that, I drive the dagger down into her chest. She yelps in pain, and looks like she's about the scream, but then blood comes bubbling through her mouth. The moment I see the crimson begin to spill from her mouth, I feel a wrench in my gut.

What have I done? I just killed her…

I know I had to, because she has the gem, and I need it if I want to make it home. I did it for Ada. I just need to remind myself of that. It was for Ada. The girl beneath me whimpers as blood gushes out of her chest, and I bite the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to cry. Her cannon hasn't boomed yet, but she's probably already dead.

"Where's the gem?" I ask her in a cracked voice. I doubt she's going to let me know, because why would she hand her killer the key to survival.

But she says, "in my pocket," through mouthfuls of blood. Surprised, I begin to look through the many pockets on her leg. Unsurprisingly, the red ruby is tucked inside the one closest to her hip - the safest place. "Please don't kill Axel… or Vincent," she coughs.

"I can't make any promises," I say, "but I hope I won't have to kill anyone else."

The girl nods, taking rattling breaths as the blood fills her lungs.

"Tristana!?" Vincent bellows. My head shoots up and I see him barreling toward us, leaving his attacker behind at the Cornucopia. Trajan doesn't pursue him.

I clutch the ruby tightly, tucking it into my pocket as Tristana did.

"Sorry," I mutter toward the dying girl, though I doubt she can still hear me. I consider taking her crossbow, but what use would that be? I obviously can't shoot with only one arm and dragging it around would be a nuisance.

BOOM!

The cannon startles me into yanking the dagger from her chest, flinging drops of crimson everywhere. I hope she's already dead, I don't want her to suffer anymore. Her ally is shouting some curses at me, looking the epitome of rage. He has a sharp, threatening sword clutched in a paw and I know I couldn't beat him in a fight by any means.

Gasping, I scramble toward my feet and leap back into the brush.

District 6

Axel Woodleigh

"Hadley, let me go!" I shout, but Hadley only tightens his hold on my elbow.

"Axel, you're not going in there! Let me!" he insists, but I don't want him to go in there alone. We need to have each other's backs. Besides, I'm much faster than Hadley - if he runs in, he'll be forced to fight, while I can likely dart in and out, avoiding contact with anyone else. I'm sure Hadley realizes this - but his problem is that he doesn't want to be dependent on me because then he can't do anything to prevent one of our deaths.

"I'm going in!" I shout at him, and yank myself free. Hadley lunges at me again, but I'm already running in the direction of the Cornucopia. I can hear him running behind me, and I yell, "Wait there, Hadley!"

He obviously doesn't listen, because I continue to hear him chasing after me.

When I look back at the table in the Cornucopia, I immediately realize something's wrong - previously, all of the tribute were occupied - the girl from District 1 and the boy from 2 were fighting, and so were the boy from 1 and the boy from 7. But now, three have run off, leaving only the boy from District 1 guarding the remaining bags - a white bag, a yellow bag, and the violet and orange bags that belong to Hadley and I.

"Shoot," I mutter when I realize the only other person still needing to enter the feast is the girl from District 3, who probably already ran off, or will be taken out by Trajan in an instant. Damn Hadley! Had he not held me up, I could have run in when everyone was in the midst of dueling and the opportunity hasn't past.

Realizing I likely won't be able to slip by without being seen by Trajan, I slow my pace. Maybe I shouldn't go in… but Trajan has already spotted me, and he leaps at me before I can make up my mind.

I reach for a dart, but Trajan swings his spear, smacking me on the side of my skull with the hilt. I crash to the ground, stars spinning in my eyes and temple aching. I wince and raise my hand to tenderly touch the side of my head, but it doesn't seem too bad. I look back up, and with horror, see Trajan raising the spear above my head.

I gasp and roll out of the way just as he thrusts the metal tip down. The point snags on my jacket, missing my skin, but pinning to the ground. I pull against the fabric, and it quickly rips. I begin to get to my feet, but Trajan thrusts the spear at me again. I jump out of the way, rolling backwards and away from Trajan.

When I get back to my feet, I see that he has the spear aimed directly at me. Only a few feet away, I know there's no way I'll miss. I bite my lip and will myself not to cry - this is the end, isn't it? This is where I die. This is where the darkness envelops me.

But before Trajan can throw the spear at me, an orange blur knocks him to the ground. He grunts as he crashes to the ground, but keeps ahold of his spear. Hadley has tackled Trajan and keeps him pinned to the ground, throwing punches at any inch he can. I feel the absurd urge to cheer Hadley on, but I know that it would be ridiculous. I can't be cheering for Hadley to kill someone.

Hadley continues to beat up Trajan, but he doesn't seem to realize Trajan still has his spear. As Trajan is repeatedly punched in the face, blood spraying from his nose and mouth, he brings up the sword and knocks Hadley on the side of the head, the same way he did to me.

Hadley is knocked off, and Trajan gets to his feet. When he stands, I can see Hadley behind him - a crumpled mass on the ground, seemingly unconscious. Trajan grins when he notices this, and it's probably the most terrifying thing I've ever seen. His teeth are coated with blood from all of Hadley's attacks, so his bloody smile and bloodied face and mussed hair and manic eyes make him look like a thing of nightmares.

Trajan turns to Hadley and raises his spear - he's going to kill him!

"No!" I shout as Hadley stirs. I charge at Trajan, ignoring the fact that I have no weapons other than my darts. Trajan turns to look at me, and sneers when he sees me rushing toward him. He changes the angle of the spear so that it's facing me.

I gulp and skid to a halt, once again looking my death in the eyes. I reach for a dart and I'm about to throw it when Trajan lunges for me, extending the spear. It happens so past, I don't have time to dodge. The spear catches me in the left shoulder and I'm knocked backwards. It takes a moment for the pain to set in, but when it does, it's an intense throbbing pain and a strangled sob comes from my throat.

I keel over in pain, not even worrying about my surroundings. All I can focus on is the metal embedded on my shoulder. I'm brought back into the present when Trajan yanks the spear back out. This hurts even worse, and as soon as it leaves my body, blood begins spurting out.

I clap my hand over my shoulder, looking up at my attacker in fear. To my surprise, he's not smiling or sneering as I thought he would be. He has a stoic expression, but… is that a tear in his eye?

No, I must be imagining it. He goes to stab me again, but this time, I'm the one knocked aside. Hadley pushes me out of the way as the spear comes stabbing at me again, and I hear a shout of pain a second later.

Looking up, I see Hadley fighting against Trajan, despite the blood spraying out of the horrible stab wound along his thigh. His pale face looks to be in pain as he fights Trajan, slashing at the well-equipped boy with nothing more than a switchblade.

"Axel, run!" Hadley shouts just as his injured leg buckles and he falls to the ground.

I don't want to leave. I don't want to leave Hadley to die. I reach for my darts, but I realize that I dropped the pack when Trajan knocked me down. They're lying several yards away, past Hadley and Trajan.

As I feel tears begin to gush down my face, I realize there's nothing I can do. I don't want to leave him…

But despite this, I follow Hadley's last instructions. I avert my eyes and quick run toward the Cornucopia, which is only a few yards away, quickly snatching up the violet and orange bags, and running in the opposite direction.

I hear Hadley's shout of pain behind me, and a horrid squishing sound.

Then another.

More screams of pain from the boy who was practically my brother.

Squishing.

Horrible, awful, blood-curdling screams of pain as Hadley is repeatedly stabbed by the monster hiding in the dark.

A sob chokes me and I can barely see as I stumble into the dense jungle.

One final sound: the crack of the cannon.

BOOM!

District 1

Cecelia Hart

The sun beats down on me as I trudge through the knee-high muck. I wasn't aware this was a part of the arena, but I shouldn't be surprised. I've spent most of the Games in the Cornucopia, and even when I left it, I wouldn't venture far. When I ran off after the feast, I went in a new direction (to be honest, I just needed to get away from Glorian) I guess I supposed it would be similar to the rest of the arena.

Instead, I'm walking around knee-deep in mud. It doesn't help that the branches above my head are very sparse, and doing a terrible job at blocking the sunlight - which is quite bright today, unfortunately.

At least it's not raining.

My hand is aching. Glorian cut off my index and middle finger on my right hand, and it aches painfully. I wrapped some fabric around it to staunch the bleeding, and I think it's working. It's not done bleeding by any means, but it's slowed. I'm hoping one of the bags contain some kind of medicine - Glorian looked like he had injured fingers as well, so perhaps there was something for that in his bag. I haven't gotten the chance to look inside yet, because I'm still in the middle of the muck.

I spot a rather large, sturdy tree sitting in the center of the mud and sigh in relief. I should be able to stay here for the night. It's not the best shelter, but at least I'll be elevated from the mud.

I climb up, being as wary of my injured hand as possible, but that doesn't stop new jolts from shooting through. I finally make it to a sturdy branch and lean against the tree.

Fortunately, I have a long loop of rope with me, so I quickly tie myself to the branch, not wishing to fall out anytime soon. Now I can start looking through my new supplies.

I start with Glorian's bag, hoping for medicine. I quickly unbuckle it and throw it open, eagerly peering inside.

"Huh?" my face contorts to one of confusion. Inside… a sandbag, a handful of coins, and a rock. What? Why would Glorian need these things? Trying to mask my disappointed, I switch to my bag. Inside is the same things as Glorian's - a sandbag, a handful of coins, and a rock.

That's when it hits me. The Gamemakers don't want to hand out supplies - they want to see blood. They set up the feast as a front to get us in the same place and fight each other. And we fell for it.

I fell for it. I attacked Glorian because he killed Noelani, but was that really ever his fault? We were thrown in the arena by the Capitol, and the Capitol was the one who killed Noelani. Not Glorian - we're all just puppets being controlled by them. All of the deaths… they weren't at the hands of the tributes, but the Capitol.

Why should I hate Glorian when he's only doing what the Capitol has made us all do?

Are these really the monsters we've become?

District 7

Vincent Elm

She's gone. Tristana's gone. I shouldn't have become attached to her, but I did, and now she's gone.

It's my fault, too. Because she told me we'd be in danger if we separated, but I didn't listen and insisted we split up. I insisted I run into the Bloodbath and she stayed on the outside, where I thought she'd be safe. I thought I was being selfless - putting myself in danger to protect her. But yet, she's the one who died. How the fuck does that happen?

It was that damn girl from District 3, the one who I've barely seen this entire time. She killed Tristana, and when I ran over, she was taking the jewel as well. I bet that's why she killed her - Tristana didn't do anything wrong, so I don't see why she would have otherwise. She killed Tristana for her own selfish reason.

I don't care if she has a daughter or whatever - Tristana and I were supposed to return home together! And she needs to pay. I bet she lied about having a daughter anyway - all for the sympathy of the Capitol.

Well, I'm not a sympathetic person. All I know is that she needs to pay.

I will hunt and kill that girl from District 3 if it's the last thing I do.

Finally, the feast! I meant to update over the weekend, but I was busy and didn't get time to write. Hopefully, Day 14 will be posted on Sunday or so. I'm trying to stick to two updates per week (a full day), especially now that we're reaching the finale.

Congratulations to our Final 6: Cecelia, Glorian, Lennox, Trajan, Vincent, and Axel! If all goes well, half of them will be alive by the end (but I'm making no promises).

There's a new poll (I promise this time, because last time I forgot to display it on my profile).

Please review!

GEM CARRIERS:

Emerald - Axel Woodleigh (D6M)
Ruby - Lennox Porter (D3F)
Sapphire - Nobody

DAY 1:

24th: Zaira Quentin (D7F)
23rd: Nikola Allegra (D3M)
22nd: Savanna Davison (D9F)
21st: Kade Anderson (D11M)
20th: Macey Aderyn (D5F)
20th: Tracey Aderyn (D5F)
19th: Quinten Fredericus (D12M)
18th: Felix Camacho (D8M)
17th: Buck Hayford (D10M)

DAY 2:

None.

DAY 3:

16th: Linen Baird (D8F)

DAY 4:

15th: Lucretius Marlo (D4M)
14th: Glitter Monique (D5F)

DAY 5:

None.

DAY 6:

13th: Arabella Cantros (D10F)

DAY 7:

12th: Dennis Fielder (D5M)

DAY 8:

11th: Yael Harident (D11F)
10th: Rachel Ivy (D12F)

DAY 9:

None.

DAY 10:

9th: Noelani King (D4F)

DAY 11:

None.

DAY 12:

None.

DAY 13:

8th: Tristana Rockett (D6F)
7th: Hadley Moreau (D9M)

SOLO:

Cecelia
Trajan
Glorian
Lennox
Axel
Vincent

KILL LIST/REMAINING TRIBUTES:

Cecelia Hart (D1F) - 1
Trajan Seth (D1M) - 3
Glorian Stafford (D2M) - 2
Lennox Porter (D3F) - 1
Axel Woodleigh (D6M) - 0
Vincent Elm (D7M) - 1

- Lilah