~~Julian Grayson District 2 Male~~

I already knew who was dead-I killed him. I looked at Zara, then gasped.

She was turning pale, and starting to sway.

Sponsors, please come through!I screamed in my head. She clutched her side, and looked at me with wide eyes. She smiled, then fell over.

"ZARA!" I screamed.

Then I heard it. The fatal cannon shot ringing in my ears. I heard feet running towards me, and calm talking I knew were from Beautiful and Cascade. I turned to them when they entered.

"We got it!" Cascade sang, holding out the capsule. "I checked inside, it's the medicine!"

"It's too late," I muttered.

"Too late?" Cascade questioned.

"She's dead."

There was silence, then the two burst out laughing.

"IT'S NOT FUNNY!" I hollered.

"S-Sorry Julian," Cascade giggled. "Just that, that cannon shot wasn't her! It was Samson, he stumbled into the lava we found earlier."

"Wait, Zara's still alive?" I questioned.

A slight moan came from Zara, giving me my answer. I ripped the capsule from Cascade's hands, and popped it open. I took out the needle, a tiny thing. It looked like it would do nothing, but I walked over to Zara anyways. I took the tiny needle filled with medicine, and jabbed the shot into her side. I pushed the small trigger, and watched as the blue moon colored liquid emptied itself.

Zara suddenly gasped, then sat up. The color returned to her face, and her eyes came back into focus. She looked at all of us, and started crying.

~~Bera Meher District 8 Female~~

I silently rubbed the sticks together, afraid to make a single noise after the deadly cannon shot. I had no idea who it was, and would have to wait 24 hours to find out. If I survived that long. I blew on the sticks as they began to spark. I rubbed them more furiously, determined to have it lit when Sierra came back from hunting.

Finally, the sticks ignited, forming a glowing pillar of warmth. I let out a deep breath, taking pride in myself. There was suddenly a movement in the leaves, and Sierra walked out. She was holding a rabbit.

"I...wasn't very successful," she muttered, sitting down and beginning to skin the rabbit.

"I can see that," I smiled, then laughed. Sierra joined me.

"Wow, Bera, you seem awfully happy for someone who's supposed to have depression," she noticed.

"Oh," I whispered. "I guess...I'm curing?"

"It's not that easy," Sierra told me, fixing a stick to be a spit. "Have you ever heard of someone's cure for depression being these games?"

"I guess not," I acknowledged. "But..."

"But what?" Sierra looked up at me, curious.

When I didn't say anything, she continued working on the rabbit. I didn't know what to say, I never had a true friend like her before. But I'm afraid if I tell her, she'll take the wrong way. The other type of friend. I don't feel that way, I just think of us as really great friends. I let out a breath as she began roasting the rabbit, but I never did tell her.

~~Millie Oatbratton District 12 Female~~

"Here."

I suddenly felt something go over my shoulders. It was Miles' sleeping bag. I looked his way, confusion in my eyes. He shrugged.

"You just looked cold," he told me.

It was chilly out, but I didn't need it. I tried giving it back, but he refused. He leaned against the trunk, looking down at the stick and leave covered ground.

"I wonder who that cannon was for," he mentioned.

"Oh, right," I remembered the cannon from earlier. "I hope it was one of the careers."

He looked at me and grinned.

"You and me both," he smiled. "Why don't you get some sleep?" I shook my head.

"I'm not tired," I told him honestly. "You on the other hand-"

"I'm fine," he interrupted. "But one of us needs to get some sleep."

"I told you, I'm not tire..." my sentence was finished with a yawn.

"Millie, seriously," Miles smiled. "Fall asleep."

"I'm really *yawn* Al...alright..."

I remember Miles smiling in triumph as I drifted off.

~~Beautiful Asolond District 1 Male~~

"Now that Zara's better," I began. "We have more important things to worry about people!"

"Like what?" Jordan asked. "It's only the second Night. We have time to chill."

"Isn't your mother a Victor, and Mentor?" I asked.

"Ye..." Jordan suddenly started drifting off. Cascade started snapping in his face and Jordan jerked back awake. "Yes."

"Well, what did you have in mind?" Velvet asked, raising an eyebrow. "We have the rest of the night to do...whatever. It's no use hunting tributes, it's boring killing them in their sleep."

"Velvet has a point," Zara mused. Everyone was still getting used to her being up, about, and in conversations. "We'll have to turn on each other, like, tomorrow if we went hunting tonight."

"I have an idea!" Jordan exclaimed. "How about, we, uh, play would you rather?"

"That's a stupid i-"

"That's a great idea!" Cascade exclaimed, cutting me off. "But, instead, how about truth or dare?"

Everyone, except me, nodded in agreement. I sat down anyways. Cascade cleared her throat.

"Julian Grayson," she began. "Truth or dare?"

"Truth," he replied quickly.

"Do you like, you know, like like Zara?" Cascade asked.

"Of course he does," Zara rolled her eyes. "Even I noticed that. Anyways, Beautiful, truth or dare?"

"This is stupid," I began. "But truth."

"Did you used to live in the Capitol?" Zara asked.

"What? No!" I spat. "Why would you think that?"

"You're hair is dyed," Cascade announced like everyone who had dyed hair was a Capitol citizen.

We continued the stupid game until sunrise, everyone choosing truth for obvious reasons.

14th-Samson Asgolo. 1 kill. Incinerated.