First off, a note: This chapter is nasty.

I didn't make up the mutt. It should be getting clearer what it was.

Kerry Samosa

The Careers clustered beside the cliff I was perched on. Careen tried to climb, but the precarious rocks shifted under her feet and she slid back down on her belly. She dabbed at her scraped stomach with her shirt as the others made similarly unsuccessful attempts.

I didn't really have to be scared. I was far too high for them to follow me. The crevice in the rocks would keep me out of the sun and the puddle inside it would keep be going for days. I could stay as long as I needed. But that didn't dull the horror of watching what they did to Hoban and seeing the hovercraft come for him a few minutes later. I threw some rocks at the gathered Careers and hit Theo on the arm. They moved back after that and it was a stalemate.

I grew restless after night fell. It wasn't a good idea to try to wait out the Careers in just about any Arena. I could wait, but they could wait longer. They could leave one to guard me while the others went back to the Cornucopia for supplies. Waiting for death wasn't in my temperament. I preferred to move.

It was almost completely dark as I started to climb. Luckily, my path was illuminated by the flashlight Valerie was pointing at me. I hoped to be able to get out of sight behind a rock and climb around the spires until I lost them.

The rocks were a lot less visible in the dark. What looked like a foothold turned out to be a shadow. Valerie's flashlight caught me as I dropped through the air, bouncing off an outcropping and scraping against any rocks in my way. I was hidden from view when I hit the ground, but I heard the cheers.

I didn't know what all was broken, but it was a lot. I couldn't move, and worse, I couldn't feel my injuries. I looked up at the cloudless sky and pondered the perfectness of it. My favorite thing in the world killed me. I wasn't dead yet, but the Careers weren't even bothering to come for me. They were right.

Valerie Lenn

"Shouldn't we go look for him?" I asked. It made me queasy to think of Jason lying at the bottom of a cliff somewhere, broken and waiting for death to stop the pain. I'd want someone to finish him off if I was watching at home.

"He'll be dead before we find him," Theo said. Careen was still picking bits of dirt and rock from her shirt. A cannon proved them both right, and I could rest easy.

Titus Gein

Aching, stabbing hunger seized me body and mind. I wanted to rip chunks of flesh off my own body to stop the urge. It felt like my stomach was trying to tear itself out of my body in order to digest something. I hunched forward and stumbled as I walked, my fingers running through the dirt like claws.

I drooled when I saw the fallen boy. A vague concern flitted across my mind, but I saw his gleaming flesh and my mouth fell open in a grin. A noise like a rumbling bark came from me as I ran closer to him. He was covered in sticky, honeylike blood. The rips in his skin displayed sleek, glistening meat, meat like I hadn't seen in eternities.

The boy was alive. He moved as I came closer. He saw me and tried to scoot back with his arms. I couldn't eat with him squirming like that. I picked up a rock the size of my head and held it up it both arms. I dropped it and it broke his head like an egg. He jerked once more as his cannon went off.

I tore at his shirt and pressed my face to his chest. The flesh tore away in a strip as I gnawed it free from his body. It was warm and sticky and deliciously filling. It squished and squelched as I fed the hunger. I pressed my mouth into the feast and it smeared across my face like a pig eating slop.

I ate and ate, but the hunger didn't stop. I couldn't eat fast enough to quench my appetite. I went through stringy meat and reached soft innards, but still it wasn't enough. There was nothing but insatiable hunger. All the world wasn't enough.

Demarcus

I couldn't believe it. I was coming down with a cold. My nose was runny, my head hurt, and I was sore all over. It wasn't enough to be bothersome, but it was still frustrating. The only real problem was that water was going through me faster than normal, so I was careful to up my intake.

Another cannon had gone off, bringing us halfway through the Games. Theo was still there. The rest I didn't care about. I had to lie low at least a couple of days anyway until the cold blew over. I had plenty of water. I'd taken to throwing rocks at the lizards that skittered by every now and then, and sometimes I got lucky. I ate them raw, since there was hardly anything to burn. I worried they'd make me sick, but I'd been lucky so far. Except the stupid cold.

Like most of the Tributes, I spent the time I wasn't scared for my life thinking about what I'd do if I won. I couldn't go back to my old circle. Anyone who thought he was stronger than me would try to pick a fight and take whatever he could. I couldn't blend like I used to. I'd be part of an entirely new class. I couldn't see myself as one of the upper crust, with all their fancy clothes and mannerisms. I'd be stuck in the Victor's Village and have to hobnob with snobs from the Capitol. Maybe I'd invite the rest of my urchin friends over. The village wouldn't stand long with us in there.

I wasn't kidding anyone. I didn't have any friends. Anyone I invited over would only come because I was rich. I was stuck with the other Victors. Acee was so much older than me. Wiress was... sort of weird. Maybe Beetee would hang out with me. He was older too, but not that much older. He could be my cool big brother. He knew all that smart stuff, but I could show him how to punch someone. That's how friends are made.

13th place: Kerry Samosa- Killed and eaten by Titus

Titus finally has his first victim. I've been waiting to get to unleash him. I didn't want to jump the gun, but now the fun, or really the exact opposite, can start. But back to Kerry. Kerry was cool. He was originally a girl, so thanks to the submitter for being flexible. I already knew the Arena when I got him, so that gave me a laugh. I liked how bold and adventurous Kerry was. His form noted he would die by falling off a cliff, which was too good to pass up. I only had Titus finish it because the books specified he killed his victims. Anyway, thanks Tracelyn for Kerry. If he wasn't reckless enough to climb mountains without rope, he might have lasted longer.

Valerie's POV doesn't really count toward her POV count because it's so short. I just needed something to show why the Careers didn't go after Kerry.