Leandra Chandri-18 (District 6 Female)
"I don't know what else we can do," I mumble, my eyes fixed on Oz's bruised and battered face as I gently lay his head down on the makeshift pillow Dana made for him. "I've tried everything I can think of. But I can't get the swelling to go down."
"So, what does that mean?" asks Sentri, his voice tinged with fear and uncertainty.
"It means he's gonna die if something doesn't change," I whisper, my body tensing when he winces as I carefully place my fingers on his bruised and swollen neck to check his pulse. "And there's nothing we can do about it."
"How long does he have?" he asks, his voice soft and low as he stands there and stares at me with a worried look etched on his tired face.
"I don't know," I admit, my tone shifting as I force myself to look away from Oz's face and up at him. "It could be a few hours, or it could be a few days. There's no way to know for sure."
"Do you think he'll wake up before he ... you know ... passes?"
"I doubt it," I say, my voice getting softer with every word as the reality of what we're talking about starts to sink in. "Why do you ask?"
"No reason," he says, a little too quickly and defensively for my tastes. "I'm just curious."
"Ah-huh," I say, resisting the urge to roll my eyes at his terrible lie as Dana plops down on the floor beside me with an adorable little groan. "And what have you been up to?"
"Sorting through the stuff we got from Asuka and Benney," she says, her eyes drifting down from my face to the pile of supplies in the corner before quickly darting back to me when Oz lets out a pained groan.
"And?" I ask, my voice tinged with fear and hope as I sit here and pray that the haul we got will make the blood on my hands a little easier for me to stomach.
"Most of its garbage," she says, her words crashing down on top of me like a ton of bricks. "Aside from the hatchet, the only things of value are a big bag of dried fruit and an empty canteen."
"That's it?!" mumbles Sentri, his voice low and confused as he pushes himself to his feet before stumbling over to the pile with a confused look on his face. "That's all we got?"
"It is," she mumbles, her voice calm but defensive as she puts her hand on my shoulder and gives it a reassuring little squeeze. "But it could have been worse."
"How?!" he screams, his voice dripping with anger and sarcasm as he throws his arms up in disbelief.
"We killed Benny and Asuka for their supplies, and all we have to show for it is a hatchet, an empty canteen, and a bag of dried fruit. Oh, yeah, and a dead ally. How could this have possibly turned out any worse than it did?"
"Well, for starters, Oz isn't dead. He's in pretty bad shape, but he's still alive," she says, her voice low and sad.
"As for how it could have been worse. Well, there are lots of ways. We could have ended up with nothing. We also could have ended up dead."
"This isn't a joke, Dana," he snaps, his body tensing as he stands there and stares down at the pile of useless junk I killed two innocent boys to get us.
"I know that, Sentri," she growls, her voice light and dismissive with just a hint of venom bubbling under the surface as she bounces back to her feet and turns towards him. "I'm not an idiot."
"You could have fooled me."
"What's the supposed to mean?!"
"You know damn well what it means. You might be an idiot, but you're not stupid. Are you?"
"I don't know. Am I?"
"THAT'S ENOUGH!" I snap, my anger and frustration boiling over as I jump to my feet and slide between them so they can't do anything stupid. "You're acting like children!
"Dana, stop antagonizing Sentri. I understand that picking fights with people is how you deal with stress. But this isn't the time or the place.
"And Sentri, don't call Dana an idiot. She's not an idiot; she's afraid. We all are. So cut her some slack.
"Ok?!"
"Ok," they say in unison; Dana with her mouth pulled back in a scowl and her eyes glued to her feet; Sentri with his glued to the ceiling.
"Thank you.
"Now that we've got that settled. We can start trying to figure out our next move."
"Why? We can't do anything until we decide what to do with Oz," mumbles Sentri, his voice flat and matter of fact. "You know that."
"He's right, Leandra," growls Dana, her voice tinged with disgust. "I hate to admit it, but he is. We can't even think about planning our next move until we decide what to do with Oz."
"Ok. And what do you guys think we should do?" I ask, my stomach jumping up into my throat as I stand here and watch them squirm for the better part of a minute as they try to avoid being the one who has to answer my question.
And to be honest, I don't blame them. I can't. Because I wouldn't want to answer it either. And I sure as hell don't want to be the one who has to end Oz's life. Because that's what we're talking about here, and we all know it.
But it doesn't matter what I want. And I know that. The reality is I'm the one who's gonna have to do it. That's just all there is to it.
Because, as much as I hate to admit it, it's my fault he got hurt in the first place. I let my guard down like an idiot, and Oz paid the price.
So, the least I can do is let him die with some dignity instead of lingering in pain while the pressure on his brain slowly kills him. No one deserves to suffer like that. Not even Oz.
"Alright then. Dana, give me your shiv."
"Why?" she asks, the terrified look on her face making it painfully clear that she knows why I want the stupid thing but feels obligated to ask me the question anyway. "What are you going to do with it?"
I don't answer her. I can't. Not with this white-hot ball of disgust sitting in the pit of my stomach.
Instead, I drop down on my knees next to Oz and stick out my right hand expectantly while using my left to trace up the right side of his neck until I find his carotid artery.
"What are you gonna do with it, Leandra?" she asks again, her voice firm and insistent despite the fear seeping out into her words. "I'm not giving it to you until you tell me."
"You already know what she's gonna do, Dana," mumbles Sentri, his voice soft and quiet as he struggles to get the words out without breaking down. "Don't make her say it out loud. Just give her the shiv."
And she does. She doesn't want to, and it takes her nearly two minutes to work up the courage to finally put it in my hand. But she does eventually give me the means to end Oz's suffering.
"Thank you, Dana. You can go now.
"So can you, Sentri.
"Neither of you has to stay and watch this."
"Yes, we do. Right, Dana?"
"Right."
"Ok then. Let's do it," I whisper, my eyes fixed on Oz's face as I gently place the tip of the shiv on his pulse point and slide it into his neck.
And it's in that moment, with a shiv in his neck and his blood oozing out around my fingers, that I hear the soft but unmistakable ping of a sponsor parachute.
"Oh, God. What have I done?"
~BOOM~
Shimmer Calvisi-18 (District 1 Male)
"This is a waste of time," I growl, a disgusted scowl on my face as I sling my halberd across my shoulders and start across the rickety ass bridge that separates me and Cornelia from our raging moron of an ally. "We're not gonna find anyone over there."
"What makes you say that?" asks Cornelia, her voice light and friendly as she falls in step behind me.
"Common fucking sense," I growl, my voice flat and matter of fact as the plank I'm standing on moans and groans under my weight before finally giving way and splintering into a million little pieces. "Watch your step."
"Thanks," she whispers, her voice dropping half an octave as she bounces over the hole I made before zipping across to join Bellatrix on the other side. Leaving me to navigate the rest of the bridge in glorious silence.
Which lasts for all of about five seconds before Bellatrix ruins it by opening her stupid mouth.
"Take your time, Shimmer. It's not like we're in a hurry or anything."
You know, I'm starting to regret not killing this bitch when I had the chance. Keeping her alive seemed like the right call at the time. And if I'm being honest with myself, it still is. But that can only take her so far, and her attitude is starting to get on my nerves.
But it'll all be worth it in the end. Because I know she's gonna give me another chance to kill her eventually.
Why? Because that's just who she is. Mouthing off is in her nature. She can't help herself. And that means it's only a matter of time until she says something she can't talk her way out of and gives me the excuse I need to gut her like the stupid bitch she is. And I can't wait.
Because the truth is, I've been itching to kill someone. It's all I can think about. And the longer I wait to indulge myself, the harder it is for me to control my urges.
Now I finally know why my dad was the way he was. The thrill of doing something you love more than life itself is ... intoxicating. I need to kill like he needed to drink. Murder is my drug, and I love it.
And, just like cheap booze wouldn't do it for him, I need something more personal and intimate than the kills I scored in the bloodbath. Those are all but worthless to me.
I need the thrill of watching the life bleed out of someone's eyes like I did with my old man to truly enjoy it. And I didn't get that with what's his name and the little crybaby who broke her ankle.
Their deaths were worthless to me because they were worthless. And that means I need to set my sights higher for my next kill.
Ideally, that would mean going after someone like Alfonso or Helena, but neither of them is here. So that means I'll have to settle for my third option. Bellatrix. And I can't wait to watch the light leave her eyes.
The bitch really does deserve it. But I have to be patient.
I can't kill her until the time is right. And that means I need to find someone else to play with until then, besides Cornelia, that is.
She would be the obvious choice. But she's so sad and pathetic that killing her would be a waste of time. So, I need to find someone else. Someone I can spend a little time hunting to help make up for their lack of worth.
Which brings me back to my current complaint. We're not gonna find anyone hiding in the slums on the outer islands of the arena for me to play with. And the dumb bitch knows it.
"Are you ignoring me, Shimmer?!"
"You know I'm not," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper as I quickly but carefully dance my way to the end of the bridge.
"Then why didn't you answer me?"
"Because I was a little busy trying not to fall through the holes in that rickety ass bridge you made me cross to get over here," I say, my voice calm and matter of fact despite the sheer stupidity of her question.
"That's not an excuse," she mumbles, her face twisted in an annoyed scowl as she takes a few seconds to collect herself before more stupid can come pouring out of her mouth. "And it better not happen again.
"Next time I ask you a question, I expect you to answer it immediately. Even if you're busy with something else. Clear?"
And there it is. This bitch is lucky I still need her. If I didn't, I'd pound that smug grin off her stupid face so fast her head would spin.
"SHIMMER?!"
"Yeah, I get it," I growl, my voice low and tinged with annoyance as I passively scan the area for signs of the tributes we're here to hunt. "I won't ignore you even when you deserve it.
"Can we move on? Please?"
"Fine. But we're not done talking about this."
"No, I wouldn't expect we are," I mumble, my voice unhearable as all the sound in the arena is drowned out for a few seconds by the deafening roar of a cannon.
~BOOM~
"How many is that?" asks Cornelia, her voice low, soft, and barely audible over the echo from the cannon blast.
"Ten," I mumble, my eyes fixed on the sky as the cannon's echo slowly fades into oblivion. "We've finally crossed the double-digit death threshold, and only four of them belong to us."
"We've got work to do," grumbles Bellatrix, her eyes burning with a barely contained rage as she stands there and glares at us. "And that means you two need to stop wasting so much of our time."
I really want to hit back at that. But I don't.
Because even though I would love to remind her that she's the reason we had to spend the better part of a day sitting around with our thumbs up our asses, I know it won't do me any good.
Instead, I force myself to do exactly what I know she wants me to do. I look down at my feet submissively and offer up a barely audible "sorry, Bellatrix," before quickly falling in step behind her as she tears off towards the little wooden bridge that connects the teeny-tiny speck of dirt we're on to the larger one that houses the run-down slums of the city.
I know we're not gonna find anyone over there, but it doesn't matter. At this point, keeping Bellatrix happy is the only thing that does. Because keeping her happy is the only way she'll stay close enough for me to gut when the time is right. And that's what I'm living for.
Though, I still wouldn't mind running across someone else to play with until it does. …
Cassis Caldeira-12 (District 11 Male)
We shouldn't be stopping out in the open like this. We're too exposed. It's a disaster waiting to happen. Especially not after we heard that cannon.
I know Ashton is tired, and he just needs a few seconds to rest and catch his breath. But there has to be a better place for him to do it. There just has to.
"Is everything ok, Cass?" he asks, his voice low and tired, his breaths coming in short, ragged little bursts as he plops down on the edge of the dock before carefully slipping off his shoes and socks. "You look worried."
"I'm fine," I lie, my voice soft and quiet as I tighten my grip on our knife and start scanning the area for signs of trouble. "I'm just making sure no one sneaks up on us."
"Oh," he coos, his eyes fixed on his bare feet as he carefully slides the tips of his toes into the murky green water. "How's that going?"
"So far, so good," I whisper, my stomach twisting itself into knots as I continue to poke around the square with my tiny knife clenched tightly in my hand. "But I'm not done checking yet."
"Oh," he mumbles, his eyes fixed on the horizon as he sits there with his feet in the water and watches the clouds drift lazily across the bright blue sky above us while I finish searching the area for signs of trouble.
I don't find any, and that should make me feel better. And in a way, it does. We're safe for the moment, and that's all I can seriously ask for at this point. But I still can't shake the feeling that something terrible is gonna happen.
And I can't let that go.
"We need to go, Ashton. It's not safe here."
"Just a few more minutes? Please?" he begs, his voice shaking with every word as he tries to sound as sad and pathetic as he can.
"We really shouldn't?"
"Why not? We've been running for over an hour. And we haven't seen anyone since the bloodbath. I think we're ok.
"Besides, you need a break just as much as I do."
I can't argue with that logic. I want to, and my stomach is screaming at me to find a way. But I don't think I can do it.
Because he's right. I could use a break. And it is really pretty here. I guess we could stay for a few minutes.
As long as we're careful.
"Hey, Cass? Why is the water out here green and murky?" he asks, his eyes fixed on the water below him as he dangles his feet in it while I stand here and fight a losing battle with his logic. "I thought it was supposed to be blue. The rest of it is."
"It's because of the trees," I whisper, my voice dropping lower with every word as I give the area a final once over before giving in and joining him on the dock. "We get water like this in our orchard back home all the time. My dog Apple hates it."
"Why?"
"Because we won't let her play in it," I laugh, a small smile on my face as I slide my knife into my pocket and slip off my boots and socks before sitting down next to Ashton and putting my feet in the water. "And she's never met a puddle of water she didn't want to splash around in."
"She sounds cute."
"She is. She's the cutest, smartest dog in the whole world.
"One time, I was out in the orchard playing hide-and-seek with my brother and sister, and I couldn't find them.
"That was nothing new for me. I'm not very good at hide-and-seek, which is why I'm always the seeker instead of the hider.
"But this time, I had a plan. I was gonna use Apple and her super sniffer to find them.
"So, as soon as I get done counting, I run back to the house and grab her. And the first thing she does when I get her out to the orchard is dive head first into a huge mud ... puddle. ... Did you hear that?"
"Did I hear what?" he asks, his voice tinged with curiosity and fear, his eyes bugging out of his head as he slides his feet out of the water and pulls his legs up into his chest. "Is someone here?"
"I don't know," I whisper, my hand slipping into my pocket to grab my knife. "I'll go check. Get your shoes on."
"It won't help," says a voice from somewhere behind us, their words dripping with malicious intent.
I knew it. I knew this was gonna happen. My gut tried to tell me this was a bad idea, but I didn't listen. Why didn't I listen?!
Oh, my god, we're gonna die.
"Who's there?" I ask, my voice shaking with every word as I try and fail to make myself sound braver than I feel.
"Who do you think it is?" he asks, his tone light and playful.
"It's Shimmer?!" whispers Ashton, his cheeks soaked with tears as he sits here next to me with his face buried in his knees and trembles in fear.
"That's right," he coos, his soft, soothing voice causing my blood to run cold.
"Who else is with you?" I ask, a lump forming in my throat as I force myself to stay calm and let go of my knife. It won't do me any good right now anyway.
"Why do you care?" growls a second, much angrier voice. "You're dead anyway."
"Don't be rude, Bellatrix. He was just fishing for information. You can't blame him for that.
"But to answer your question, Bellatrix and Cornelia are here with me. And they're both just as happy to see you as I am," he laughs, the smile I know has to be on his face dripping through into his words as he takes a couple of steps towards me before placing the tip of his weapon in the middle of my back.
"So, how do you guys wanna do this?"
"Who cares?" growls Bellatrix. "Let's just do it and get it over with. We've wasted enough time with these two already."
"Fair enough.
"In that case, I'll take that one. Cornelia, the other one is yours."
"What?"
"You heard me. It's time for you to bloody that weapon and become a real career."
"I'm not ... I'm not gonna do that, Shimmer. I can't."
"Yes, you can," he growls, his voice shifting from light and playful to dark and angry in the blink of an eye as he rips the tip of his weapon out of my back before lopping Ashton's head off.
~BOOM~
"See, it's easy. Now, go cut Cassis's throat. Or I'll cut yours."
"I ... I."
"DO IT!" he screams, the anger in his voice making it painfully clear that he's serious about killing her if she doesn't kill me. So, she does.
It takes her a few seconds to work up the nerve to walk up behind me. And a few more to calm down enough to bring the edge of her sickle up to my throat. But she does it.
And it takes every ounce of self-control she has in her body not to throw up all over me when she touches the edge of her blade to my throat.
"I'm sorry, Cassis," she whispers, her words loud enough for me and me alone as I force myself to look out at the sunset as she leans in and grabs a fist full of my hair before yanking my head back and cutting my throat. Ending my life with one quick, clean, painless stroke.
~BOOM~
Andromeda Pike (Mistress of Ceremonies)
I still can't believe Caspian is making me do this. Heaping well-earned praise on a deserving tribute is one thing but showering them with fake praise to prop them up as a serious contender for the crown is another. And that's what he's asking me to do.
The worst part is Sarah Beth doesn't need it. She doesn't need me to lie about her and her achievements to make her a viable contender. Because she's already a contender.
Hell, at this point, she's probably the favorite. And she definitely has the most impressive and memorable kill from the first two days of action.
But that doesn't matter to Caspian. He wants me to find a way to sell her as the single greatest tribute in Hunger Games history, so that's what I'm going to do. Even if it is stupid and unnecessary.
"We're live in thirty seconds, Miss Pike."
"Thank you, Tyreen," I say, my voice curt but polite as I take one last quick sip of my wine before handing the glass to my assistant and giving my notes a final once over. "Where the hell is Athena? Her interview is supposed to be our opening segment."
"She's in the back with the President, ma'am. Would you like me to get her?"
"No," I mumble, my mind racing a million miles a minute as I try to reconstruct the whole show in my head on the fly as the clock on the wall in front of me continues to tick down to zero. "Go tell Glaber that we're changing the format. We'll start off with the action recap. That should buy us a few minutes and let Athena finish her conversation with the President."
"And if they're not done by then?"
"Then the entire script for tonight goes in the trash, and we'll have to wing it.
"Go."
"Yes, ma'am," she squeaks, a panicked look on her face as she darts away from me and into the production booth just a fraction of a second before the cameras flash to life.
"Good evening, Panem, and welcome to Hunger Games tonight. I'm your Mistress of Ceremonies, Andromeda Pike.
"Night has fallen on the arena, and with day two finally in the books, it's time to take a look back at the gut-wrenching heartbreak and jaw-dropping action that dominated the first full day of in-arena festivities.
"Here, with a recap of the day's action, is everyone's favorite play-by-play man, Hostilian. ..."
"And ... we're clear."
"Tyreen?! Is the President done with Athena yet?"
"I'm not sure, ma'am," she admits, her voice low and ashamed, her eyes fixed on her hands as she stands in front of me and fidgets nervously. "I tried to check on her a few seconds ago. ..."
"But?"
"The peacekeepers guarding the door told me to get lost."
"Of course, they did. ... Go back and tell them you need to know how much longer she's going to be so I know whether or not tonight is going to be a mild inconvenience or a complete clusterfuck."
"There's no need to be so dramatic, Andromeda," coos the President, his voice calm and confident with just a hint of amusement as he strolls confidently into the studio with Athena by his side and his heavily armed and armored guards a few feet behind them. "I promised you she'd be ready for her interview, and here she is. I'm nothing if not a man of my word."
"She's fifteen minutes late, Caspian. We were supposed to start the broadcast with her interview to heighten the emotional effect of her statement.
"Now she's going after the day's recap instead of before it. And that's going to make it harder for her words to carry the same weight they would have if she'd gone on when she was scheduled.
"I hope what you had to say to her was worth it."
"Trust me, it was," he says, his voice low and aggressive, his eyes making it abundantly clear that he's done talking about this, and the fate of his plan is now entirely in my hands. And I'd better be able to deliver.
"Very well. Thank you for your time, Mr. President."
"Anytime, Andromeda. Good luck, Athena."
"Thank you, sir," she whispers, her voice soft and dripping with fear as she watches Caspian and his guards glide out of the room before letting out a breath she didn't even know she was holding in.
Something's not right here.
"Are you ok, Athena?" I ask, my eyes glued to the stack of papers in front of me as Tyreen slips into the room and starts fitting Athena for her mic. "You look a little pale."
"I'm fine," she lies, her voice just as soft and unsure as it was when Caspian was still in the room. "I'm just a little tired."
"Long day?"
"Not until the last few minutes."
"Try not to let what he said rattle you. Most of its hot air."
"And the parts that aren't?"
"You let me worry about that. Ok?"
"Ok."
"Excellent.
"Tyreen. Is she ready?"
"As she'll ever be."
"Alright then. Let's see if we can sell the rest of Panem on the President's pick to win the Hunger Games."
Sarah Beth Fullberg-17 (District 10 Female)
"I don't want to talk about it, Alfonso," I mumble, my voice shaking with every word as I sit here and fight a losing battle with my emotions while he pesters me to talk about my showdown with Shirley.
"Why not?" he asks, genuinely confused as to why I don't want to talk about one of the most painful and disgusting things I've ever done.
"Because I don't," I say, my voice firm and matter of fact as I sit here and silently pray that he'll grow the fuck up and learn how to take no for an answer. "Why is that so hard for you to understand?"
"Because you went out of your way to kill him. You wouldn't have done that without a good reason. And I want to know what it is."
"Why, though? Why do you care so much."
"Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't," he admits, his voice low and tinged with annoyance. But it's not like we have anything else to talk about.
"We have nothing in common, and you're almost as resistant to my undeniable wit and charm as Helena is.
"So, we either talk about your fight Shirley, or we can sit here and look at the stars until Helena and Ariadne relieve us in a few hours. And I'd much rather talk about the fight and why you went after him in the first place."
"Well, that's too bad. Because I don't want to talk about it. I'd rather sit here and stargaze," I whisper, my eyes drifting up off the blood-stained ax on the ground next to me to the stars in the sky as I lie back and put my hands behind my head.
"Are you serious?"
"Do I sound like I'm kidding?"
"Not really," he admits, his voice dropping half an octave as he slowly starts to accept that he's probably not gonna win this one.
"That's because I'm not. I have no interest in talking about what happened with Shirley, and I have even less interest in telling you why I decided to go after him. So stop asking."
"Fine. Have it your way," he pouts, his body language shifting noticeably as he forces himself up to his feet and paces around the square for a few minutes while I lie here and try to form constellations with the fake stars in the sky.
And, to be honest, I actually kind of like it. It's peaceful. The only thing that could make it better is if Viv was here to do it with me. But she's not, and that's a good thing.
She's safe at home back home in Eleven. And she's going to get the help she needs. And that's what matters.
It's also the only thing that's kept me going after that happened with Shirley. I can die happy knowing that she's going to be ok. Even if I never get the chance to tell her how much she means to me.
Though, I think she already knows.
"Do you hear that?" asks Alfonso, his voice dropping lower than it already was as he darts back over to the front of the inn to grab his spear.
"Did I hear what?" I growl, my heart jumping up into my throat as I roll over and grab my ax before pushing myself back to my feet and joining him at the foot of the stairs.
"I'm not sure," he whispers, his eyes darting wildly around the square as he tries to find the source of the sound. "All I know is it sounded close."
"How close?" I ask, my eyes joining his in a mad sprint around the square as I strain my ears as hard as I can to see if I can hear what he's hearing.
But I can't. And after a few seconds of trying, I can't help but wonder if he's hearing things.
I mean, it would only make sense. The arena is eerily quiet tonight. And, when there's no sound, it's only natural for someone to start hearing things that aren't really there.
It happened to Viv at least once a night for the first month after we moved into our apartment. And I'm pretty sure that's what's happening here.
"I'm not sure. But I know it's there."
"I don't hear anything, Alfonso. And I don't see anything either," I mumble, my shoulders slumping slightly as the tension rushes out of my body. "I'm going back inside."
"I know that I heard something," he insists, his voice soft but confident as he continues to stand there and scan the square. "THERE!" he shouts, his eyes fixed on a small flashing red light on the horizon as it slowly drifts towards us.
Well, I'll be goddamned. There is something out here. And it looks like a sponsor gift.
I wonder who it's for?
"Go wake up the others," I whisper, my eyes fixed on the gift as it slowly flutters towards us. "They're gonna want to see this."
A/N: Death Order/Cause/Place
24: Hector Brennan - D5M - Speared through the back of the throat by Shimmer
23: Maira Renault - D12F - Speared through the eye by Shimmer
22: Sedge Hamilton - D9M - Throat slit by Bellatrix
21: Cypher Diamantis-D3M - Died of blood loss/ knife to the lung from Bellatrix
20: Luciana Bay - D10F - Drowned by Shirley
19: Shirley Gutters - D5M - Head split open by Sarah Beth
18: Ashlynn 'Ash' Haskell - D12F - Suicide
17: Asuka Tamura - D7M - Stabbed in the heart by Leandra
16: Bennett "Benny" Ramirez - D7M - Stabbed to death by Leandra
15: Oz Channer - D3M - Stabbed in the throat by Leandra
14: Ashton 'Ash' Drysden - D11M - Decapitated by Shimmer
13: Cassis Caldeira - D11M - Throat cut by Cornelia