I'm in France at the moment so I haven't updated. I'm an idiot, I know.
And, Star, I'm sorry I took your cheating tribute idea. To be honest, I took your idea of writing a story from the start.
Blair's PoV:
So hungry. So little food. So annoyed. I can't do this. Ugh... my stomach takes an almighty belch and there goes last night's dinner of a few herbs. Oh God. A silver parachute floats down. I try and ignore it. Last package was useless. A note. I burnt if for a fire ages ago. I can't resist. I open the package as fast as possible. It's a huge bundle of goodies. A huge range of food, the sharpest set of throwing knives I've ever seen, an enormous tankard of water and a new axe! My old axe broke while fighting for my life against a monkey mutt.
I leap to my feet. A sly smirk sneaks across my face as two boys run across my camp. They're terrified. Running like cows from a slaughterhouse, they don't notice me until my axe pins their feet to the ground. Dark blood gushes out of their feet, staining the axe. They are panicking, running out of time. I approach them, a laugh that doesn't sound like mine emerges from within me. And knives decorate their faces before I rip them out and marvel at my work. Their faces are unrecognisable and drowning in blood.
An evil laugh. I turn to see Alex, the murderous Career. He talks, quite sane. "Oh well done. Almost as good as I could do it. I quite admire the way you annihilated their faces. I must do that one time. And the axe immobilising them, so impressive! Such a shame you have to die..." Oh no. He's going to kill me. And I shall end a corpse mangled like my victims, 'You're next' engraved upon my face.