There isn't a lot of chapters left. The deaths after this will come hard and fast now but with trained Tributes, it makes sense. I have my victor chosen now and I'm excited to see what you think. I'd say about five more chapters left now at the most. So let's get on with it!

I need help from you all. I have a new SYOT planned. How many of you would be interested in submitting? And would you rather it was a full on SYOT or a partial? Would you rather it was a new SYOT or resurrection? Just want to get some views before I got ahead with it. Thank you.

Enjoy!

Coutille Harrow

District Eight Female

Coutille had been shaken since the first cannon sounded in the Arena. It had only been a few hours and with the anthem still, to play, it could have been anyone. Her mind span with the possible Tributes who could have fallen. Eleven where already dead. With the latest death, that made twelve. She was in the final twelve.

The possibility that she was so close to home seemed alien. She had spent so much time away from home, she was not even sure District Eight was where she belonged. She was volunteered forward by a group of rebels to infiltrate the Capitol. She had no doubt let them down. She had little to no information and as the hours in the arena went on, she found herself less concerned about Snow's personal life and more interested in her own.

Coutille slumped back into camp, her arm full of firewood and her shield, the face of Medusa carved into the metal, on her back. Balina, who had been keeping guard, her helmet almost too big for her head and spear hand. She looked up and smiled upon seeing her ally and pulled free a bottle from beside her.

"Here," she said, tossing the water over to Coutille. "It's our last bottle of water."

Coutille mumbled her thanks as she threw the wood towards the fire. As she picked the bottle up, and tugged at the top, she felt her heart stop at the ease the top had come off. The bottle was full to the brim, meaning Balina had no reason to open the bottle to drink. There was only one reason Coutille could think Balina would open the bottle.

"You have the first drink," Coutille said with a smile. She hated herself for being paranoid but the Games had started. Anyone could kill.

"Oh no!" Balina said nervously. "You drink it, I insist-"

"It's the last bottle," Coutille said dryly. "It's only fair we both drink-"

"I'm fine-"

"Drink it-" The girl's growl was cut off by Balina's angered scream. The Seven girl leaped to her feet, throwing her spear towards Coutille who tried her best to dodge. However, she was knocked to the ground when it lodged in her arm. Thankfully, she right-hand.

The pain was short-lived, the adrenaline pumping through her veins, she pulled the spear free and threw it at Balina who was already running away. The spear flew through the air, lodging in the girls back and knocking her to the floor. The moment it hit and the red mist vanished, Coutille let out a whimper.

With a muffled sob, she raced to the girl's side, pulling free the spear and turning her over. The once pretty girl now looked up at Coutille, her eyes unable to focus as blood pooled around her lips.

"I just wanted to go home," her voice cracked, her body shivering. Coutille felt her body shivering as with a final few jolts, her body fell still, her cannon ringing out across the Arena. Eleven left.

Death never hit as hard as it would most Tributes. The Warriors had been trained from a young age to accept it. However, Coutille never thought that she would kill. She was about peace and against the Games. Yet, she was playing it just like a career. Then again, that was what she was.

Sunbeam Feyre

District One Female

No one was there as Sunbeam clawed onto to life. Over the past few hours, more rapidly than she had ever seen, her skin started to bubble and blister, her fingers and toes slowly turning black and nothing nice was coming out of either end.

She had become separated during the race for the exit and collapsed by a dead end, her body unable to continue. She had only grown weaker and now, as she caught up blood onto the sandy floor, she knew her life was coming to the end. All because of that stupid mouse bite.

She wasn't sure if dying of an illness was better than dying from a knife to the head. However, as the hours passed, she hadn't even heard another Tribute, let alone someone that would kill her. Only one thing kept her alive. The Champion from the first twelve. Part of her hoped it would be Clarissa. Even if she only got to see her again for a short moment, it was worth clinging to life for.

As the Anthem played, Sunbeam used the last of her strength to roll onto her back, facing the sky.

The first picture to show up was of Maurice. Never the strongest fighter, she was no surprise he had fallen but there was a pang of sadness, he was from home.

Next was Annabella, then Romilda. The second one surprised her and she wondered if Shelly had any reaction to his death. Then came Nathalie, Loretta, and Balina. Loretta wasn't a surprise, Nathalie and Balina were, the Games really had begun. Then Ares, Tore, Vulcan, and Janae. It was sad, Janae was a sweet young girl, she couldn't have hurt a fly and didn't deserve the death she had received. Then the face she had been dreading.

Clarissa's. Quickly followed by Beriks. As she watched the face of her girlfriend fade, she felt all the strength leave her body. She had her worries her hopes were dashed when Marzio's face never showed. She just had to hope Marzio would now be hunted like a fox.

As she rolled over, throwing up another patch of blood, she let out a little chuckle, mostly because she didn't have the strength to laugh.

With Clarissa gone, there was little point hanging on. She was close to death anyway and trying to keep herself alive just gave the chance for someone else to kill her. She didn't want anyone to have that glory.

So as the world faded, she went with the thought of Clarissa and an afterlife where Districts and Games could not keep them apart. And her last words mumbled into the still air.

"Stupid mouse."

12th-Balina Abbott, 17-Speared by Coutille Harrow (D8F)

It's getting to the point where I have to kill off a character I really liked. In the final twelve, they are all well loved and at one point could have been victors. However, Balina just wasn't the one for this story. I am really sorry but please know that Balina wasn't a bad person. She DID poison the water Coutille was to drink but only out of fear and doing what she had been trained to do. R.I.P Balina.

11th-Sunbeam Feyre, 17-Plague Caught From Mouse.

The moment she got bit by that mouse, she was gone. Apollo, plague, it had to be done. Sunbeam put up a good fight but once she found out the girl she loved was gone and she couldn't fight, there was nothing left for her in the living world. I like to think she would have found Clarissa on the other side and they would be happy. R.I.P Sunbeam.