Sorry I didn't update last week. It was my birthday last Monday so I took the week to myself. I hope to be on track with my attempts at weekly updates now XD

QUESTION! Do you guys want final eight interviews or should I give them a miss?

Also a note on mistakes. I asked for pointers on Venus and a few people told me to proofread my work or put it through Google translate. I am dyslexic so I do try my best with things. I do proofread and I do use voice reading software but there are some things I do miss. However, I will try harder from now on.

Enjoy ^_^

Marzio Ottone

District Three Male

When Marzio opened his eyes, the sky was still black and blanketed in stars and fireflies. He had been in the Arena twelve hours by now yet there was no sign that daylight would be arriving soon.

He sat upright, his body aching from an uncomfortable sleep on the sandy ground. Before he slept he found a small water source. A glowing, deep pool. Sure, it was stupid to sleep near a shimmering pool that could hold anything. But the water was fresh and the width that of his own head. As long as slept away from it, he felt the other Warriors were his only danger.

He unwrapped a small paper package, tied with string, that held a few slices of ham. Slowly he tore chunks off, trying to make the meat last as much as he could. With his greedy ways, the food he had been given as his prize was now just the ham. He had eaten, or lost it, thanks to his donkey, over the past few hours.

A cannon sounded, waking up the donkey. Ten left.

Marzio watched out of the corner of his eyes as the Donkey he had named Bob paced, tugging on the rope that tied him to a hedge. The dark haired boy sighed, wrapping up the ham once more and placing it in his pack.

Then the pool started to bubble, the light far more bright than before. The stork flew from his perch on top of Bob and started to crow loudly. The boy probably stayed too long entranced by the pool, only running when, like a swarm, a thousand tiny crabs burst from under the surface.

With a yelp, Marzio turned to Bob, tugging on his leash until the crabs had multiplied into their thousands. They were like no crab he had ever seen. The size of a small coin and bright, shimmering blue.

In too much of a state of shock to feel guilt, Marzio grabbed his backpack off Bob and fled towards the small opening in the hedge; the way he had come in. When he looked over his shoulder at the screaming animal, he saw Bob swarmed with the creatures until he collapsed under the mass.

Marzio sprinted along the edge of the fence but the opening had vanished, he was now encased in four, hedge walls. Too thick and full of roses for him to ever break through. By the time he had realized this, the creatures had surrounded him.

The stork breathed a small, long flame but even the crabs it hit died. They simply shook it off and carried on their way to Marzio. That was when the stork turned to Marzio, gave a small nod and flew off with a mechanic hum.

The Warrior tried to shake off the mutts but for every four he shook off, twenty more crawled up his other leg. Then they started to attack. Like a small army, they started to chew at the muscles in his legs until they gave out from under him, sending him tumbling to the ground. Thankfully he didn't live much longer after that.

Grover Lindall

District Seven Male

"This is stupid," Veyron groaned, poking a piece of bore dung with a stick.

"We need food," Grover pointed out.

"We have food-"

"No enough food-"

"Only not enough for you," Veyron reminded the dark-haired boy as he stood to his full height. "The animal went that way," the boy said, gesturing to his right.

"Awesome!" Grover said with a smile, picking up his spear with a childish bounce.

"We should be careful though, the dung is very fresh. About a just over ten minutes at best." Grover gave a nod and the pair reverted into stealth mode once more. Grover had thought about killing Veyron but once the food ran low, a tracker like Veyron could come in handy. Plus, although he wouldn't admit it, the boy was starting to grow on him.

Veyron's predictions were right after a few moments of walking, the pair came to a small clearing. Inside, rooting in the dirt was a large, red bore.

Grover turned to Veyron with a sly smile. "Stand by the entrance, make sure it doesn't get away. I will corner it."

Veyron raised his brow. "And if you don't kill it-"

"Oh don't be stupid," Grover hissed, "Just do what I say, okay?" Veyron gave a nod, holding his staff tightly as the boy walked towards the animal.

At first, it seemed like the job would be easy. The bore stopped each and carefully watched Grover, his spear at the ready. The animal seemed unwilling to attack. Until Grover got ready to throw his spear.

The bore grunted, diving out of the way of the weapon and barreling towards Veyron. Grover screamed for him to strike. However, before the boy could swing his staff down, the bore drove into his legs, knocking the boy to the ground.

It then bounced onto his stomach, digging his sharp teeth across Veyron's chest. Creating a shallow wound. It then made sure to stomp on his nose for good measure as sped off into the night.

Veyron was left on the floor, holding his side with heavy breaths.

"You okay?" Grover asked, walking up beside the boy. An unknown sense of worry in his eyes.

"Not really," Veyron winced.

Coutille Harrow

District Eight Female

Coutille walked back towards her and Balina's camp. Just her camp now. After she had come to relative terms with her allies death, she tried to clear her mind by collecting water and washing the blood from her body. Although, it had stained the leather of her sandals.

She got on her hand and knees, pushing her spear and pack first before entering into the secluded area where her camp was. There was another entrance, a pathway that the girls used to take turns covering. Yet they always entered through the gap in the hedge, it felt safer.

Coutille, like most Tributes, had gathered the sun would never rise in the Arena. Yet the fireflies that offered light seemed duller and the crickets louder. The fire by the makeshift tent had died out in the hours of Coutille's outing. Balina's bloody body was also gone.

Coutille brushed herself off, swinging her pack over her shoulder when a voice came over the crickets.

"Coutille?"

The dark haired girl quickly grabbed her spear and pointed it towards the noise. Slowly coming into view in the dim light was Venus, her arrow aimed at Coutille's temple.

"Venus-"

"Balina's dead," Venus said sternly, her hand steady. Coutille started to move away from the opening but Venus copied her movements perfectly until she was stood near the hole.

"I know," Coutille whispered.

"Ah!" Venus exclaimed. "So you saw?"

Coutille took a sharp intake of breath. "Yeah, Grover got to her-"

"Cut the crap!" Venus hissed, pulling the bowstring back. "You have a weapon, you would have killed him. You wouldn't come back here, either!" She was screaming at the top of her lungs, attracting any Warrior in the area.

"I had to, she was trying to kill me!" Coutille knew she was out of look. Venus could have fired her arrow before Coutille have even got in the position to throw her spear.

"Bullshit, Balina wouldn't have hurt a fly!" Venus bellowed, her eyes red and teary. "You know, I fucking hate you-"

"Venus!"

"No, I do. You always act so self-righteously yet you are one of the first ones to kill, your ally of all people. You are nothing but a murderer!" Coutille's voice started to shake as a lump formed in her throat. She knew she was telling the truth but over the anger and volume in her voice, there was no way of convincing her.

"So go on, fucking cry, you cow. Cry for Balina and anyone else you have killed. Fucking die you-" With a whistle, Venus came to a stop. Her face being replaced with the tip of a spear. Her army drooped and her body fell to the ground. Not even looking at the killer, Coutille turned and ran, her bag swinging behind her. She ran expecting a the spear to reach her at any moment.

Instead, she heard a female voice, over the boom of a cannon. Evelyn's voice.

"Nero!"

10th Place-Marzio Ottone, 15, Killed by Poseidon's Crabs.

Marzio could have been one of the first to die but he made it a few places further. He was never a victor, sadly but I did have fun writing him. There was no reason for the crabs attacking him other than the fact he was not from Four. If you class Sunbeam as dying from the plague, he is the first Warrior to die from a Godly Sponsors animal. R.I.P Marzio, you were smart but you couldn't outsmart a God.

9th Place-Venus Atwood, 16, Killed by Nero Anghal.

Any SYOT writer knows that when you get to this stage, you end up killing the characters you love. I didn't want Venus to die but someone needed to take the ninth spot. She was a possible victor for a while but I ended up siding with someone else. She died trying to avenge her dead friend (even if she got Coutille's motives wrong) and hey, she died before all hell broke loose. R.I.P Venus, we can always pretend my other SYOT is named in your honor ^_^

Just a quick heads up, I will be doing a small story (if you can call it that) where every chapter will be a SYOT of mine. On each chapter, I will list the Tributes in that story, their age, District, about them, kills, cause of death and so on. Not sure when it will be done but when it is, it will serve as an easy way for you to see past Tributes and stories without cluttering my Profile with Tribute lists. It also means when it is the resurrection Games, it will be easier for you to see all the Tributes.