Disclaimer: We have one girl spot left and it's District 10. Just gimme the bois.
Also I'm not sure if my updates will stick to the schedule but you will get two a week.
Avera's PoV:
The day is new, the sun is barely peaking up through the low-lying clouds. I feel as okay as you can despite the deaths yesterday. So many deaths and it's only day 17. Marik, Jacky, Ali, Artema, Kadence, Raven. Six, all dead. Three Careers. The Careers are reduced to Angel and Alex. And they are becoming brutal. I half expect to be dead by tomorrow with all of the trauma. The team with the most drop-ins with death are Talon and Brooke. They are the names you can't help mention. Marik saved Talon, they were asked to kill Artema and they did, Brooke accidentally killed Raven. And, I, alone and scared out of my mind, am going to die soon. Ugh, I should just clear my head and go hunt.
I take my place, high in a tree. And people come and go. My bow arm tires, the tributes underneath are too fast and I can't waste an arrow! But the a figure, hunched and slow, comes out. It is Caren, I recognise her from the interviews when she wore an apple-red flamenco dress. She is thin and sickly looking. And she sees me, my bow drawn. And she makes herself a huge target. She wants to die, she wants to leave. And, as grief and remorse chokes me, my arrow flies into her heart.
Pain. That's what I first felt as I became a murderer. One choice and here I am, paralysed by remorse. I climb down the tree and see a glinting knife in Caren's hand. It calls to me and I prise it out of her grasp. Like a madman, I laugh uncontrollablely and before the cold blade plunges into my chest, something grabs my knife arm. They chuck the knife into the bushes and before I can yelp, I'm getting dragged away.
And we arrive in a grove of willow trees. I look around. There is a boy with a bandaged leg and a girl gathering strawberries. "Who are you?" I enquire, hoping these people are not killers. The girl sighs, she has honey-blonde hair and brown eyes, "Well, I'm Angel-" I cut her off, I scream "Angel!" and I try to run but I can't make my legs move, they are too heavy for me to carry. She sighs, deeper than before and says "No, I'm Angela, from District 7. It's an easy mistake. And that's Everett.", she waves vaguely in the boy's direction. She looks really tired, with dark circles under her eyes. I glance over at the boy and his leg seems to be in pain constantly. He attempted a cheery wave but had to stop because of his leg. Ouch. Angela told me privately he was Jacky's killer because he took advantage of the strawberries and coated them in nightlock juice. That's admirable.