THE FIFTY THIRD ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES
"In Cold Blood"
INTRODUCTION
Despite the enormous popularity of the Hunger Games just as they were, the gamemakers were never finished poking at and perfecting their formula. Knowing that the Capitolites loved nothing more than some bread and circuses to spice things up, Snow insisted that Head Gamemaker James Stradivarius modify the traditional games recipe this year. Traditional games involved a crop of strong careers, with furious fighters sprinkled amongst the outlier group. This year, though, James had to try something different. James rigged the reapings of several districts this year. He wanted an even blend of strong and weak careers, with an exceptionally strong batch of outliers. Sound like a normal group of tributes? Wrong. They were all in the extremes. The tributes were either incredibly powerful or hilariously weak, with very few tributes standing in the middle. This could lead to one of two results: a long and thrilling games in which the more skilled tributes must outsmart the lessers to find them and kill them, or a short and sweet games in which the strong ones rat out the weak ones very quickly. Both paths would lead to a successful games in James' eyes.
This year's career pack was one of the weaker ones. Although there were several strong ones, there were also many speed bumps. Both of District 1's tributes refused to take on the sexy and beautiful District 1 persona that was so often used by tributes that came before them. The male didn't give a crap about looking nice. He was a menace with brute force weapons like clubs, and he was the hardiest and most resilient career the academy had seen in a long time. The female fell behind as far as weaponry was concerned due to a lack of training. She was a stellar wilderness survivalist, though, and could find food almost anywhere. District 2 had the weakest pair. The male tried to be comical and easy-going but ultimately failed, coming off as clunky and awkward with his bad puns. The girl was much more natural than him. She came off as a somewhat mysterious person; one side of her was a bloodthirsty career girl, whereas the other side was a calm and easy-going fellow. District 4 offered up the strongest bunch. The male was the spawn of one of the academy's top trainers. Having trained since early childhood, he certainly had the edge over his allies. He speared cloth dummies with his trident like he speared fish at work. The female from District 4 was always excited and anxious for action, though she did feel burnt out after short periods of strenuous training scores weren't the best. They earned two tens, two nines, and two eights.
This year's group of outliers had many standouts. Incredibly, three tributes scores eights outside of the career pack! Fender from District 6 had worked with machinery all of his life; he was a whiz with technology and physics. In his interview, he allotted that he hoped to win the games like Beetee Latier. Dorris of District 9 was a menace with sickles and scythes, the two weapons of the grain district. Dorris was muscular and broad-shouldered, and she was intimidating to many of the smaller tributes. Lily from District 11 was an expert survivalist. She worked her magic to start blazing campfires in minutes and set snares that caught wagonloads of prey in mere hours. Lily also knew a thing or two about weaponry, though she was a little awkward in armor. A meager two sevens were scored, and they went to Coyote from 7 and Orson from 10. The two tributes from District 10, Orson and Beverly, had a very close-knit relationship. In fact, they had been dating for years and were even engaged to be married! After Beverly was reaped, Orson volunteered into the games to protect and keep her safe in the arena. Nori of 5 was yet another volunteer, volunteering in place of her eighteen year-old schoolteacher Miss Mary. Thay from District 12 wasn't a volunteer, but he managed to capture the audience's heart. His father was a music teacher, and Thay spent the entire three minutes of his interview playing a complicated fugue on a violin (they kept weirder things backstage). Despite these high-earners, though, there were many tributes that fell short. Three fours and five threes shone amongst the outlier pack. But who knows? It wasn't impossible that one of these tributes could stomp the laws of probability into the ground and emerge victorious from the tundra arena. Here are the tributes:
District 1: Noble Harvey, 18, (10) 3-1 and Relish Ainsworth, 17, (8) 7-1
District 2: Ventus Cranshaw, 18, (8) 8-1 and Lorna Isaievych, 16, (9) 5-1
District 3: Orbit Lytle, 14, (3) 33-1 and Zinca Leonard, 16, (5) 20-1
District 4: Lamprey Seltzer, 17, (10) 4-1 and Clamma Waters, 17, (9) 4-1
District 5: Darrel Manuel, 18, (6) 17-1 and Nori Lane, 12, (3) 36-1
District 6: Fender Maurios, 16, (8) 9-1 and Zoe Carney-Moore, 18, (5) 20-1
District 7: Coyote Fletcher, 17, (7) 13-1 and Diamond Willow, 17, (6) 14-1
District 8: Fustian Johnson, 18, (4) 25-1 and Poplin Kimkhwab, 14, (3) 35-1
District 9: Anton Gilley, 17, (4) 26-1 and Dorris Magenta, 18, (8) 9-1
District 10: Orson Thomas, 16, (7) 14-1 and Beverly Grass, 18, (3) 28-1
District 11: Till Puntanen, 12, (3) 31-1 and Lily Eckel, 17, (8) 8-1
District 12: Thay Webster, 16, (6) 15-1 and Peatia Chung, 17, (4) 26-1
HGBO Bets: 11% on Noble and Lamprey, 9% on Lorna and Clamma, 7% on Relish, Ventus, and Lily, 6% on Fender and Dorris, 5% on Coyote and Orson, 3% on Darrel, Diamond, and Thay, 2% on Zoe and Fustian, 1% or less on Orbit, Zinca, Nori, Poplin, Anton, Beverly, Till, and Peatia.
THE GAMES
Of course, this atypical batch of tributes needed an atypical arena. James had his heart settled on an arena with little natural bounty. Thus, the tributes would be forced to track down and kill one another quickly, lest they starve to death. This year's arena had no trees or houses. A dark gray sky held wispy, faint clouds. The cornucopia, made of moss-choked stone, stood in the heart of the circular arena. Its weapons and tools were almost all stone. Beyond the cornucopia, a seemingly endless field of ice and snow stretched out into oblivion. Rocky cliffs were sporadically placed here and there, with many caves inside to provide shelter to the tributes. Several frozen lakes dotted the arena. A layer of frost about a foot thick covered the top of the water. Below it, the liquid water was so cold it was like fire to touch. Snowdrifts looked like giant white sculptures. Frost was mottled over everything. The arena's few sources of food included mold, lichens, and a few mutts, though these creatures could also be deadly if angered. The temperature of the arena largely paralleled the temperature of an actual tundra in autumn or winter. The orange sun could warm days up to as much as forty degrees Fahrenheit. During icy, windy nights, temperatures could drop as low as twenty degrees below zero. Hypothermia would be a big player in this year's games. It was as if Death himself were hovering overhead, waiting to snatch up anyone who didn't quickly find shelter and food.
The tributes were shivering from the second their pedestals rose up into the frozen tundra. Gusts of icy wind blew daggers of snow into their eyes. Snowflakes were already building up on their pedestals. Before long, they would be completely covered with frost. When the gong sounded, every single tribute headed into the cornucopia. The terrain around them was possibly the most unforgiving in games history. They all knew they had no chance of survival if they went into the tundra without supplies to help them. The first footprints were made in the snow as the faster tributes bolted toward the horn.
Noble was the first career to find a weapon. He used his hand as a visor to keep out the snow as he navigated the landscape. He came to a stop in front of a spiked stone club that lay in a snowdrift about ten yards from his pedestal. His icy fingers wrapped around the weapon. Noble looked around and made eye contact with nearby Beverly from District 10. Beverly was paralyzed with terror as Noble began to bring down the club.
Beverly's district partner Orson was only a few feet away, and, as one could imagine, he wasn't very happy to see his fiancée in the face of death. Orson tackled Noble to the ground. Beverly staggered backward, too dumbfounded with shock to cry out, as the two boys wrestled each other on the ground. Orson's blood was replaced with adrenaline, and it wasn't long before he managed to pin Noble to the ground. He tore the career's club out of his grasp and beat him senseless with the weapon. Noble died from head trauma before a single minute was up. Orson stumbled backward and grabbed onto Beverly, and they continued their search for supplies in the icy winter.
Noble Harvey, District 1 Male: 24th, Killed by Orson, Bloodbath
They didn't travel five steps before another career appeared out of the blizzard. A few seconds earlier, Clamma had picked up a pair of tomahawks. Orson and Beverly turned around and fled. They zigzagged back and forth, hoping that they could lose Clamma in the snowstorm. She had a keen eye, though. In the end, they were toast. A vicious Clamma buried her first tomahawk into Beverly's back. She fell backward into the snow. The frost melted almost immediately at the kiss of her hot blood. Seeking revenge, Orson hurled himself at her. She sidestepped, though, and Orson just collided with the snow a yard past like an idiot. Orson struggled to get to his feet, to help Beverly, but he was dead in seconds when Clamma thrust her second tomahawk into the back of his head, cleaving his brain cleanly in half.
Beverly Grass, District 10 Female: 23rd, Killed by Clamma, Bloodbath
Orson Thomas, District 10 Male: 22nd, Killed by Clamma, Bloodbath
Ventus and Lorna from District 2 locked arms as they walked. It was difficult to see through the freezing gale, and having a buddy system kept them from getting lost. They were both armed with swords, holding them out to feel their way over the snow. Suddenly, Lorna's sword bumped into something. She jumped toward it and found herself wrestling a terrified outlier girl to the ground. Lorna used her sword to draw a heavy line horizontally across the girl's neck. Her screams were choked by a bloodcurdling gurgle, and Ventus finished him off, thrusting his sword into her chest.
Peatia Chung, District 12 Female: 21st, Killed by Lorna and Ventus, Bloodbath
Lamprey, wielding a tombstone-grey trident, sprung toward a boy who was kneeling in the rime, rummaging through a couple of crates. The boy screamed as Lamprey's trident dug into his back, carving out tissue and muscle. Lamprey made his first kill as he drove the prongs of the trident into his forehead and pounced away to look for more prey.
Fustian Johnson, District 8 Male: 20th, Killed by Lamprey, Bloodbath
After wrenching her sword out of a limp Peatia's chest, Ventus fluidly attacked his next victim, young Till from District 11. Till had fallen face-first into the snow a few seconds earlier and was now motionless, unable to move any further in the icy chill. Ventus drove his sword into his neck. The boy didn't even flinch as all blood flow to his brain ceased and he died.
Till Puntanen, District 11 Male: 19th, Killed by Ventus, Bloodbath
Relish had run all of the way into the cornucopia for a whip. Its vicious stone teeth neatly marched down the strap of waterproof leather. She spun sharply on her heel and slammed the whip down upon the nearest girl. The girl screamed as the whip wrapped around her torso and strangled her left arm. Relish yanked back the leather strap. Her entire arm was torn off. Following behind it was the skin on her abdomen, peeling off of her muscle like a sticker. The girl briskly passed away after that.
Poplin Kimkhwab, District 8 Female: 18th, Killed by Relish, Bloodbath
Clamma made the final kill. Using her bloodstained tomahawks, she cornered a weeping boy against the cornucopia. She dashed through the snow and went in for the kill. Clamma landed one of her tomahawks into his shoulder. She tore the weapon out and hit the same mark again. All at once, the arm fell off of his body and landed with a thud in the frost. The dismembered boy crumpled like a sock puppet. Clamma used her other tomahawk to polish him off.
Anton Gilley, District 9 Male: 17th, Killed by Clamma, Bloodbath
The bloodbath of the fifty-third Hunger Games had sixteen survivors, five of whom were careers and eleven of which were outliers. It took the careers a while to find each other in the blizzard. Huddling together to maintain precious body heat, they got to work. District 1's Relish, hailing from a cold district, suggested that they find sleeping bags and blankets and hang them over the entrance to the cornucopia to keep out the cold. It would take a huge amount of effort, but none of them had anything better to suggest. Lorna and Clamma rummaged through crates and packs and came back with dozens of warm blankets. Relish instructed Lamprey to gather a bunch of rocks. He returned an hour later with as many stones as he could carry. After climbing up on top of the cornucopia, Relish draped the blankets over the entrance and held the tops down with the stones. It was much warmer inside of the cornucopia without the wind blowing in. In fact, their bodies warmed up the interior to as warm as fifty degrees Fahrenheit by nightfall! They didn't hunt, as the storm was too harsh for them to see more than twenty feet in front of them. They decided to wait until the storm quieted down a bit before going out to look for prey.
The outliers scattered across the tundra. Orbit found that by holding his shirt over his eyes, he could keep out the snow. He navigated his way to a series of rocky cliffs. Orbit climbed about thirty feet up one of the rock hills and laid out his supplies: a blanket, a package of jerky, and a capsule of burn cream. Zinca had managed a flashlight and pack of batteries from the cornucopia. Using the light of the flashlight, she slowly trudged through the storm. After several hours, she found herself in front of a yawning hole in the earth. Zinca crawled down into the cave and huddled up into a ball, holding onto her flashlight for dear life and grateful for the shelter the cave provided. Darrel spent the entire day on a hunt for firewood. His only possessions were a knife and a little bit of clean water. Wanting to impress the sponsors, he cut down a small white fox that roamed into his shelter at the base of a snowy hill. Impressed, a sponsor sent Darrel a lemon-flavored cookie. It wasn't the firewood he had hoped for, but it was better than nothing. Nori was one of the luckiest tributes. From the horn, she had snatched a jacket and well-insulated sleeping bag, as well as a stubby stone javelin. Nori trekked through the tundra and collapsed under a high snowdrift, unable to go any farther. Promising herself she would hunt for food the next day, Nori quickly fell asleep. Fender sustained a minor injury a few minutes into the games. He had grabbed a pair of curved hunting knives and was dashing away from the cornucopia when he tripped and fell. Fender wiped out in the snow, and in his descent one of the hunting knives raked across his forehead. A generous sponsor delivered him a vial of cream to seal the wound and help prevent infection. Fender kept on powering forth, and made shelter in a pitch-black cave in the stony cliffs. Coyote and Diamond from District 7 had allied prior to the games. They both had axes, and Diamond had a small heating pack. They passed the pack back and forth as they ventured across the arena. Silver dusk arrived, and Coyote and Diamond made camp in a fissure in the frost-molded earth. They huddled together all through the night to keep warm. Dorris' games began with a sour start. Despite her best efforts, her only reward of the bloodbath was a handheld trowel. Figuring she might as well put it to use, Dorris dug out a small field of snow with the trowel. She hoped to find solid ground underneath, but gave up after digging down about four feet into the frost. Dorris slept in the small hole she had dug herself, waking up every few minutes from the cold. Lily was probably the most well-stocked outlier. Lily had a stone sword, a pack of three matches, and a bag of firewood. After venturing about two miles away from the cornucopia, Lily set up for the night in a small cave. She arranged the firewood and managed to light it on her first try. Content and warm, she practiced with her stone sword for as long as she could stay awake. Thay hummed musical tunes to himself as he trouped on through the snow. As the orange sun began its descent, Thay decided to set up a shelter. He settled down in the bottom of an ice-filled ditch and pulled in his limbs to keep warm.
Zoe was undoubtedly in the worst situation. Zoe had absolutely no supplies from the bloodbath. Her only souvenir was a gash halfway down her left arm. The wound was administered to her by Lorna during the bloodbath. After walking a few miles, Zoe sat down and prepared to sanitize the wound. She washed it out with the chunky snow and then bound a few extremely rare dead leaves over it as a bandage. Zoe kept on her odyssey through the tundra. Before long, she found herself beside a medium-sized frozen lake. She was incredibly thirsty. Zoe was tempted to eat the snow, but she didn't trust it, as she remembered how the mountain snow was poisonous in the fiftieth Hunger Games. Wanting to get to the liquid water in the lake, she grabbed a rock and hammered into the ice. Her first blow created a dent half a centimeter deep.
It took nearly half an hour of banging the ice for her effort to succeed. Zoe was just about to give up when the ice all around her shattered and cracked. She pushed it down and was pleased to find that her hand sank into cold liquid water. She built up a mound of snow behind her and stuck her feet into it. This would anchor her to the land as she leaned her weight forward. Zoe bent forward and touched her lips to the cold lake. The lake water was too cold to swallow, so she swished it around in her mouth for about a minute to warm it up before swallowing it.
Zoe sat back up, invigorated by the new drink. She leaned forward again for another sip. Suddenly, the snow mound behind her slipped. She didn't have time to breathe before falling forward into the lake. Zoe's head sank below the ice water in a millisecond. In the freezing lake, she couldn't use her limbs. Her entire body was numb. The cold was so intense it was nearly indistinguishable from death by fire. She paddled for the surface, but her head banged into solid ice. She couldn't find the hole she had entered through. Zoe was running out of oxygen fast.
Her lungs screamed for air. Black spots dotted her vision. Finally, Zoe found the hole she entered through. She rocketed to surface and took a massive gulp of air. Teeth chattering, she struggled to hoist herself out of the water. Her fingers landed atop the ice above. She only pulled herself up a few feet before her fingers slipped and she was dunked back into the freezing water. Frustrated, she tried again. Zoe dug her nails into the ice to gain a better hold. Her nails just broke off a piece of the ice. She fought for all that she was worth. The jaws of hypothermia were closing around her. Her entire body was blue with cold. This year's natural landscape was among the deadliest yet, and Zoe was the first tribute to die inside of it without a single drop of her blood being spilled. Of course, she would not be the last…
Zoe Carney-Moore, District 6 Female: 16th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 1
Day 2 passed, deathless. A few minutes before noon, the snowstorm began to lighten up. Now able to see into the snowy cold, the career pack got around to hunting. Hailing from chilly District 1, Relish had a tolerance for the chill. The others needed to dress in layers to keep themselves warm in the tundra. They were miserable for the entire day, and their hearts weren't in the hunt. At sundown, they made camp in a field of cracked boulders overshadowed by a looming snowdrift. Orbit travelled further up the rocky cliff that was his home. Orbit took up a hunt for food and found out the hard way that the moss on the cliff was edible. He closed his eyes when he ate it so that he wouldn't have to see the fuzzy black mold and bugs. Zinca stayed put in her safe little cave. Throughout the day, she built up a wall of snow around the entrance. This brushed up the wind before it could blow into Zinca's cave, making it substantially warmer. Darrel finally gave into the temptation of a fire. He cleared out an area of snow and arranged the firewood in a teepee pattern. Using a sponsored match, he lit the wood. It took hours to get the fire going, but Darrell was grateful to feel the warm tongues of heat curling down into his bones. Nori asked for a cup from the sponsors. She filled the cup with snow and held it between her legs to melt it before drinking it. Fender's forehead wound hadn't yet healed, so he stayed as still as a statue in a fissure in a hillside and willed the wound to close. Allies Coyote and Diamond searched for food. By sunset, they had gathered a small tin of bugs that they found clinging to some mold. The bugs squirmed horribly in their mouths, but they were Coyote and Diamond's only way to sustain themselves. Dorris was low on food, and she didn't trust the snow to be sanitary to drink when melted. She picked up a sharp stone as her weapon and trudged through the snow, looking for prey and a way to impress the sponsors. Thay broke camp at dawn and walked up and down the rolling hills of snow. Thay was looking for another outlier to ally with, but it was hard to see much in the snow and he was forced to set up camp once more in a frosty ditch. Lily set down her stone sword in the snow and got to work on a strange new project. Lily carved out a rectangular hole in one of her firewood logs and packed the hole with snow. She then flipped it over. The block of packed ice and snow fell out of the mold. She lined several dozen blocks in a circle and began building upward. An igloo! Lily's sponsors sent her a better mold to make the blocks. In no time, she was setting the very top block of snow in place. She had no good way to make an entrance and exit to the igloo, so Lily just knocked out a few blocks and packed them back with snow once she and her supplies were safely inside.
Similarly, Day 3 passed without any deaths. Not much progress was going on in the games. The careers were a little apprehensive about hunting any longer, as they were almost out of supplies already and wanted to go back to the horn to warm up. They arrived at the mossy stone cornucopia before noon and spent the remainder of Day 3 inside sharpening their weapons and warming up their hands. They didn't dare to start a fire. Not yet, at least. They weren't that desperate. Orbit kept on eating moss and bugs and drinking the melted snow. His stomach was not agreeing with the germs that were in the moss, and he lost his lunch twice throughout the day. Zinca crawled out of her cave to look for food and ended up catching and killing a small white hare. Zinca skinned and prepared to eat the rabbit, but she didn't touch its meat yet, instead waiting until she was more desperate. Darrel spent the day hunting for flammable things to keep his bonfire going. A sponsor sent him advice that sometimes the soil near the frozen lakes had chunks of sod and driftwood hidden inside of it. Darrel found his way to a lake and pawed through the snow until he reached solid ground. It took several hours of painful searching, but he came up with a handful of brown grass and wood chips. With them, Darrel was able to keep his fire going. Nori was beginning to face serious problems with food. By melting snow in her cup, she had a virtually infinite supply of water, but food was a whole different animal. Nori's vision wasn't great, and she couldn't see any of the white wildlife in the snow. She asked the sponsors for help as loud as she dared, but none was sent. Nori spent the whole day with a growling tummy, hope draining away from her gradually. Fender's forehead wound had finally sealed up completely. After several hours of food hunting, Fender collapsed with exhaustion in a field of boulders and quickly fell asleep.
Coyote and Diamond clutched their axes in their cold hands as they stalked over the windswept snow. They had been forced to cut down to one meal a day due to lack of food, and they were so cold they could barely move. Coyote and Diamond had to make a kill soon to impress the sponsors, or they would be toast. Dorris kept on hunting with her sharp rock. None of her hunting plans came into fruition, because she didn't find any tributes. Halfway through the day, Dorris switched over to hunting for food, and stroked lucky after she killed a snowy owl a few minutes before nightfall. Lily added reinforcements to her igloo. Lily exited the snow house and used chunks of snow to line the cracks between individual blocks. By the time she was finished, almost no snow could get inside besides through the entrance. Thay was experiencing hypothermia worse than ever. He collapsed against a tall snowdrift, so cold and so tired that he couldn't even lift a finger. His body temperature was dangerously low. Unless a miracle happened, Thay would die from hypothermia sooner than later. There was peace in the arena. But that peace would not last. The white virgin snow would soon be dyed red.
In sharp contrast to the two days prior, Day 4 came about with a whole new load of excitement. A whopping three deaths would occur between sunrise and sunset. Allies Coyote and Diamond from District 7 were growing more hopeless than ever before. The hours slipped away as they trudged through the snow, leaving footprints that were covered up within minutes by newly-fallen snowflakes. The allies were about to give up hunting when their hearts stopped. About fifty yards away, stepping carefully down a tall snowdrift, was Dorris. Coyote hid his axe behind his back, and Diamond did the same. Although it was despicable indeed, their plan was to befriend the freezing Dorris and then kill her. The duo waved their hands in the air. Dorris slowly approached. Her skin was blue with hypothermia, and the growl of her stomach almost masked the wind's ghostly howl.
All at once, so swiftly that she didn't have time to scream, the sevens lunged at Dorris with their axes. Coyote made first contact, swinging his axe into the base of her neck. Dorris tried to scream, but she couldn't make any sound. Her senses were so foggy that she couldn't do anything but twitch her limbs. Diamond was on her like a hound, severing her left leg with her axe. The girl was dead within seconds, leaving the sevens to pillage her of her supplies and move her body far away where they wouldn't smell her.
Dorris Magenta, District 9 Female: 15th, Killed by Coyote and Diamond, Day 4
The careers weren't hunting on Day 4, as it was simply too cold and they wanted to stock up on supplies. No matter how many rocks they used to nail down the blankets at the horn's mouth, the wind kept knocking them to ground. The careers actually had to send somebody out every half hour or so to set the fallen blankets back up. Even with the added protection from the bitter chill, they were all freezing. Their breaths fogged up in the air. They had no choice but to start a fire. They would freeze to death otherwise.
Out in the clearing, Lorna and Ventus took up a search for kindling. Relish called them back a few minutes later. She had found out that the pages of the wilderness survival guides in the cornucopia were flammable. Arranging them in a bundle, the allies asked for matches. A sponsor delivered them a packet of three matches.
Clamma did the honors. She ground the first match across the face of the matchbox. It flickered to life, flame dancing over the red-hot tip. Suddenly, a gust of wind came. The flame was extinguished. Clamma discarded the match. Hands shaking, she scraped the second match across the matchbox. She had used too much force. The head of the match broke off and plopped down into the snow. The third and final match, Clamma was lucky. She got a flame going, and she instructed her allies to stand between the fire and the wind. Carefully, she set the match into the bundle of paper. Within minutes, it was all on fire, and she placed the firewood in a cone shape around it. Before long, they had a raging bonfire.
As the careers were bringing out the animals they had killed on the days before to be cooked over the fire, Clamma stayed out to tend to the hearth. Using her tomahawks, she prodded the fuel around and blew into it to keep the fire going. After the bonfire was securely underway, she took the time to enjoy it.
Clamma stood on the edge of the fire and leaned slightly in, savoring the warmth of the flame. Just then, Lorna came out of the cornucopia. Wanting to compliment her on starting the fire so well, Lorna gave Clamma a friendly pat on the back. Little did she know, though, that she was leaning into the fire. Clamma went toppling forward into the fire. She flailed around her limbs and screamed for help. Lorna rushed forward to help her, but she had already landed in the middle of the fire. Her skin immediately turned black and began crumbling away upon contact with the flaming hot logs. Blood poured out of her skin and instantly turned to vapor. Lorna tugged her out of the fireplace and threw snow over her face and abdomen to put out the flames. It was no good. The fire was spreading over Clamma's clothes. Before either of them knew it, Clamma was a column of flame. The icy wind just fanned the flames and made them taller. She was dead within a minute, and her ugly fried corpse wasn't one that the gamemakers spent much time showing on television.
Clamma Waters, District 4 Female: 14th, Killed by Lorna, Day 4
The careers were strangely unaffected by Clamma's death. In fact, most of them saw it as a good thing. They were short on food and weapons, and with one less member everyone was able to get a second helping at meals. Lorna was the exception. She felt awful about accidentally shoving her into the inferno, and she cried quietly to herself as she worked until her bedtime a few minutes before midnight.
Only one more death occurred that day. Poor Thay from District 12 was huddling against the rocky cliff, his only pack wrapped around him. With snow up to his waist, his body temperature was horribly low, at temperatures that are nearly always fatal. With icy blue lips and purple skin, Thay was not looking his best. Unable to lift a finger, he was forced to sulk against the rock and wait for the end. He died from hypothermia less than a minute before midnight, eliminating District 12's hopes of victory.
Thay Webster, District 12 Male: 13th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 4
Day 5 passed without any deaths. After Day 4, which saw three kills, it was only natural for the next few days to pass in peace as James allowed things to simmer down. The careers finally got around to hunting in the cliffs. They left Ventus behind to guard the cornucopia and the bonfire with his sword, while Relish, Lorna, and Lamprey set out to go hunting. Temperatures began to rise about halfway through the day, giving the trio the strength they needed to keep on hunting. Orbit was beginning to get a bad case of diarrhea from eating the moss and bugs. They were his only source of food. Even though they put him through horrible agony, Orbit had no choice but to eat them. Zinca finally gave into temptation and ate the hare than she had killed two days prior. Afterward, she moved her shelter about a hundred feet so the gamemakers would leave her alone. Darrel was finally unable to find more fuel for his bonfire, and went out on an ultimately fruitless hunt for more firewood. Nori was weaker than ever, shivering terribly in the snow and slowly starving. A sponsor sent Nori a thin blanket to replace the one she had misplaced, which offered some protection against the icy wind and snowflakes. Fender took up a hunt for tributes. It was the only way to impress the sponsors and get food. Fender didn't find any tributes. Coyote and Diamond felt awful with themselves. They had befriended Dorris and turned against her just like that. However, they were able to rake in the payouts of drawing blood from another tribute. Sponsors sent them several nutritious granola bars and tools to sharpen their axes. Lily left her firewood and matches behind in the igloo and left to go hunting with her stone sword. Around five in the evening, Lily turned around and made the trip back to her igloo after finding no prey.
Just like Day 5, Day 6 was deathless. Luckily for the tributes, temperatures in the arena were rising higher than ever before. In some areas of the arena, it was as warm as forty degrees! Despite the newfound warmth of the arena, one tribute was still at severe risk of hypothermia. Nori was able to move around slightly in the snow, but other than that she was completely immobile. Her mentor sent her a blue pill that would take away the pain and help to ease her out of the world, but Nori couldn't even move her fingers to place the pill in her mouth.
The grim reaper descended in the early morning of Day 7. Pitiful Nori was as thin as a skeleton and about as alive. She clung onto her life using her last ounces of energy, but, in the end, she couldn't survive long into the day. Her death was one of the less spectacular ones of the games as her body slowly shut down from the awful cold.
Nori Lane, District 5 Female: 12th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 7
No more deaths occurred that day. Orbit's condition was only growing worse and worse. As he kept eating the bug-infested moss, he was defecating every few minutes. He had to keep melting snow into his mouth to keep hydrated. Zinca was persistently killing more animals. In the middle of the day, Zinca even managed to shoot down a snowy owl. Darrel kept on hunting for firewood but didn't find any. Coyote and Diamond went tribute hunting with their axes and stumbled across Fender around noon. A long chase ensued, but Fender finally was able to lose the District 7 alliance. Lily went out hunting once more with her sword, returning to her igloo a few minutes before nightfall. Her mentor Seeder sent her a note that she should stay put in the igloo and wait for tributes to come to her. Lily heeded the advice, promising herself that she wouldn't move more than twenty feet away from the igloo the next day unless there was an emergency.
Days 8 and 9 came about with no deaths. In an effort to shake things up, James released more mutts into the arena. In one of their hunts, Coyote and Diamond had an encounter with a fierce seal muttation. After twenty minutes, the allies managed to kill it with their axes. They were pretty sure that the seal meat was edible, but they didn't want to take any chances, so they discarded the body and kept on hunting. Lily stayed still in her igloo for the whole of Day 9. On Day 10, she left the snowy house on yet another hunt. She got into a fight with Fender around noon. Each tribute escaped with cuts and scrapes, but nothing major. Zinca's knack for hunting down and killing animals attracted several sponsors. A silver parachute floated down into Zinca's arms containing a bow with two arrows, for her to hunt with. Orbit's diarrhea was getting more and more severe. He was growing immensely thirsty and hungry, and he was no longer able to move every time he made a bowel movement. Orbit was miserable, smelling horrible and unable to find any sources of food other than the bug-infested moss.
Noon on Day 10, Orbit slowly passed away. The diarrhea from eating the bug-infested moss had dehydrated him so much that he couldn't talk or stand. He was dizzy and had a pounding headache, and his skin was as dry as a bone. No matter how much snow he placed into his mouth to hydrate himself, he couldn't counteract the amount of fluid he was losing from defecating so often. But he had been such a brave boy, his mentor Beetee would later tell the press.
Orbit Lytle, District 3 Male: 11th, Killed by Diarrhea, Day 10
The rest of Day 10, as well as the entirety of Days 11 and 12, passed without any deaths. Progress in the frozen tundra arena had slowed to a crawl. Zinca continued traversing the uneven snowy hills of the tundra, shooting down animals for food. She lost one of her arrows, and it took her hours to find it again. Darrel was doing a lot of the same stuff he had been doing previously. On Day 11, a sponsor sent him a pack of bacon. Darrel carefully rationed the meat throughout the three days. The lack of food was giving him a headache and making him nauseous, so he decided to rest and keep looking for food the next morning. Fender was on a hunting trip when he spotted the forms of the three careers about twenty yards away. Fender fled the scene. The careers hadn't seen him, as they were absorbed in conversation. They had left Lamprey to guard the cornucopia and were hunting through the tundra, sticking to the frozen lake regions so that they would have clean water when they needed it. Lily kept up her strategy of going away from and back toward her igloo base. Her hunting efforts weren't paying out at all, but she was a determined girl and kept on hunting with her sword swinging at her side. Coyote and Diamond's supplies of food were great after their killing of Dorris, and hunger wasn't a problem for them at the time. They worked to seal off the entrance to their cave home, creating a layer of snow to surround the entrance and keep out the wind and storms. Having some work to focus on helped them to forget about Dorris. Days 11 and 12 came about with much of the same. If James didn't come up with something spectacular soon, the games would be a massive flop.
At nine in the morning on Day 13, James released a crowd of muttations into the tundra. There were ten tributes left in the games after nearly two weeks, and James hoped to thin down their numbers and get the ball rolling toward a satisfying conclusion. The muttations were polar bears with fur so white they were almost invisible surrounded by the white snow. Zinca was waking up after hearing the cries of the polar bears as they trudged through the frost and ice. She wasn't fully to her senses yet. Groggily, Zinca pushed out a hole in her makeshift shelter of snow and peeked through. Her hand raced for her bow at the sight. She couldn't believe her eyes. A massive white polar bear nearly twice her height was merely twenty feet away. Zinca let out a yelp and slapped her hand over her mouth. She scrunched herself against the ground and squeezed her eyes shut. If she was still, the polar bear would hopefully go away.
Things did not go as planned. The hungry bear muttation smacked the structure of windswept snow with its mighty paw. The snow crumpled into a thousand pieces and was carried away by the icy wind. The polar bear let out a roar so loud that the earth seemed to shake. Zinca took the hint. She sprang to her feet and ran.
Zinca started toward the rocky cliffs in the distance. Carefully sprinting up and down the hills with the polar bear at her six, she grew exhausted extremely quickly. By the time she reached the base of the cliffs, she was sweating bullets and panting like mad. Zinca slowly turned around. The bear snorted and crawled toward her. She fit her first arrow into the bow. Hands shaking, Zinca aimed for the bear's eye. All was quiet. Zinca released the arrow. The polar bear roared and moved suddenly to one side, smashing the arrow out of the air. It snapped in half. The bear dove at her.
She was too dumfounded with shock to run as the bear slapped her bow out of her hand and crushed it under its foot. Her chief weapon now useless, Zinca resorted to Plan B. She ran like there was no tomorrow in hopes of losing the muttation. Of course, there was no way in the world that a teenager could outrun a fully-grown polar bear in two feet of snow with no help. The polar bear tackled her like a football player and drove its razor-sharp claws into her flesh. Zinca screamed for help and struggled to escape up the next cliff. The polar bear roared once more, bathing her in disgusting bear slobber. She struggled to drag herself away, but she could not escape the bear as it continued to tear apart her body with its silvery claws.
Zinca Leonard, District 3 Female: 10th, Killed by Polar Bear Muttation, Day 13
On the other side of the arena, far away from the stone cliffs, another twin polar bear smelled blood. The polar bear mutt's keen sense of smell led it to the camp of the careers at the cornucopia. After several hard days of labor, the four careers were rewarding themselves by sleeping in as long as they wished.
Relish awoke to the sensation of a rough tongue across her face. She laughed. It was just the tongue of her cat from District 1, giving her a warm welcome to the new day. Relish opened her eyes. Her smile faded and was replaced by screams. Her allies scrambled awake and grabbed their weapons, prepared to take down the polar bear.
Relish screamed as the polar bear sank its claws into her chest. Ventus, Lorna, and Lamprey rushed to help her, but it was too late. The bear dragged her out into the snow and gashed open her arm, splattering blood across its pristine white fur. Relish was dead almost instantly after the bear started tearing out her organs, and the monster turned toward the other careers for a second helping.
Relish Ainsworth, District 1 Female: 9th, Killed by Polar Bear Muttation, Day 13
That left the final eight: Ventus Cranshaw and Lorna Isaievych from District 2, Lamprey Seltzer from District 4, Darrel Manuel from District 5, Fender Maurios from District 6, Coyote Fletcher and Diamond Willow from District 7, and Lily Eckel from District 11.
Lamprey screamed and rolled out of the way as the polar bear mutt pounced toward him. The muttation expertly changed direction and went charging toward him. Lamprey ran out into the clearing. The other careers followed behind as the mutt chased him to the field of boulders. Lamprey hoped that the polar bear would have a harder time moving around with so many obstacles. He lashed out with his trident and managed to spear the points through the bear's snout. The monster roared and stamped its feet, charging toward Lamprey.
At the last minute, Lamprey leapt backward over a rock. Venus and Lorna went in from behind with their swords. Ventus went for the polar bear's rear. He drilled the blade of his sword into the bear's backside. Ventus tore his sword out of the mutt and found it stained with black muttation blood. The bear growled and spun around. Ventus yelped in terror as the polar bear wrestled him into the frost. Lamprey and Lorna ran to his side and tried to fend off the bear, but they weren't fast enough. Over the course of less than two minutes, the bear devoured the injured boy. Satisfied, it crawled away. The careers hurled their weapons at it as it tramped away, but they all missed.
Ventus Cranshaw, District 2 Male: 8th, Killed by Polar Bear Muttation, Day 13
No more deaths occurred that day. Lorna and Lamprey earnestly walked back to the horn, and, fearing the beast would return, set up a system in which they would guard the horn twenty-four hours a day. Lily was scared of the roars of the mutts and hid in her igloo, sharpening her stone sword. In an effort to rack up more valor points, Coyote and Diamond set out with their axes to track down and kill the mutts. They didn't find them, as they had seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. Coyote and Diamond couldn't make their way back to their shelter in one day, and they stopped to rest in a flat snowy plain open to the stars. Darrel finally found what he had been looking for nearly a week: firewood. After hours of travel, he found himself at the edge of the arena. An icy ocean so cold he couldn't bear to touch it stretched out in all directions, trapping the tributes in the tundra as an alternative to a force field. At the edge of the rocky beach, several chunks of drift wood sat. Darrel gathered the driftwood and set up a fire, grateful to feel its warmth. Fender strolled aimlessly through the arena so that the gamemakers wouldn't bother him.
Days 14 and 15 were much of the same: lifeless, boring, and filled with little to no blood and gore. Lorna and Lamprey seldom hunted, instead spending time guarding the horn. When they did hunt, they only sent out one person. It was inefficient, but it guaranteed that the cornucopia would never be unprotected. Hypothermia was getting to Fender. The sweat on the handles of Fender's hunting knives was frosting over, and he was so cold he couldn't think. Fender hunted feverishly for warmth, but he couldn't find any forgiveness in the harsh, freezing, icy tundra. Darrel spent each day collecting drift wood in his arms and then placing it over his fire as more fuel. It was the warmest he had felt in weeks. Coyote and Diamond found their way back to their shelter and warmed themselves up before going hunting once more. Lily spent nearly ten hours a day hunting for food and other tributes. Her red hair kept getting in her vision, so she tied it back in a knot to see well. Lily made temporary camp on the evening of Day 15 in a small cave near the edge of the arena. She awoke on the morning of the sixteenth day to the smell of smoke…
Lily curiously left the cave, her sword at the ready. She walked along a row of snowy hills to investigate the smoke smell. Lily crested a tall snowdrift and found the source of the smell. Darrel was sleeping a few feet beside his drift wood fire. Lily carefully and quietly slithered down the snowdrift and came to Darrel's side.
Lily moved quickly, using her stone sword like a drill to drive it through Darrel's torso. He woke up screaming as blood splashed down either side of his body. Darrel flopped around like a dying fish, struggling to think of a plan. Without thinking, he rolled into the freezing ocean. He hoped that the girl from District 11 wouldn't be able to swim.
He was right. Lily didn't dare follow Darrel into the freezing ocean, so she just stood on the beach. Darrel was trapped out in the icy water. If he ever came back to the shore, Lily would be waiting with her sword. What had he been thinking? Darrel fought to keep his head and chin above the water, but he couldn't survive long in the intense cold. After his death, Lily took it upon herself to put out his fire and rob him of his supplies. They could be useful in the future. Lily made the trek back to her igloo and arrived at two in the morning. She threw her supplies down and collapsed onto the snowy floor to rest.
Darrel Manuel, District 5 Male: 7th, Killed by Lily and Hypothermia, Day 16
The very next day at dawn, another death occurred. Fender had been stalking through the arena for days, desperately searching for something to keep himself warm in the freezing arena. However, the morning of Day 17, a snowstorm started up. Fat snowflakes filled the air and blocked out his vision completely. In the white-out, Fender couldn't make out anything more than a meter in front of him. Low temperatures resulted in his inevitable demise from hypothermia. Now, only five tributes remained.
Fender Maurios, District 6 Male: 6th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 17
The remaining hours of Day 17 were deathless. The five remaining tributes stirred uneasily, all knowing that the finale was on the horizon but wanting to be prepared when the big day arrived. Lorna and Lamprey donned body armor and sharpened their weapons at the cornucopia. The careers got into a big fight about what strategy they should use, and they were to the point of screaming. The fight didn't get physical, though, as electrical pulses were used to draw them away from each other and sedatives were issued to calm down Lorna and Lamprey. Coyote and Diamond stayed in their cave home and practiced with their axes. About halfway through the day, they went outside to practice. Swinging their axes into the snowdrifts and seeing how accurately they could hit the marks again was an efficient way to hone in on their skills. Lily was the only loner. After weeks of living off of its warmth and safety, Lily finally abandoned her igloo. Not wanting any of the other tributes to use it, she demolished it. It was actually kind of fun to kick in the walls and tear out the snow bricks. She even practiced moves with her stone sword at times, pretending that the igloo was a monster that she was trying to kill. Once it was completely flat, Lily ventured toward the cornucopia, where the finale would likely take place.
Day 18 came about with the worst snowstorm the games had seen yet. The dark grey tundra sky sent down snowflakes in heaps, piling several feet of snow over the icy earth. Anything light was blown away by the breaths of horrid wind that tore up the snow and swept aside the lichens and moss. The orange sun was blocked out, bathing the earth in stormy darkness. Temperatures plummeted to as low as twenty degrees below zero. Lorna and Lamprey huddled together in the cornucopia for warmth. The cold was still able to seep through the several layers of blankets bundled around the career allies. Out of all the tributes, Lily was the most miserable. With no ally to help her keep warm, her body temperature was almost deathly low. A sponsor sent her a pill to warm up her body temperature. It worked to keep Lily from perishing from hypothermia, but it did little to make her feel any warmer. The cold was awful, crushing her bones and seemingly tearing up her flesh. She got a combined total of possibly half an hour of sleep that night.
Poor allies Diamond and Coyote were in a really tough situation. Coyote was out hunting for food when the first sharp howls of wind came. He rushed back to camp to alert Diamond. As it turned out, Diamond had ventured a few hundred feet away to hunt for food herself. It took Coyote hours of searching through the blizzard to find his ally. They hobbled back to their cave shelter and collapsed, teeth chattering and shivering like mad. They searched for their weapons, but they were buried in newly-fallen snow. They couldn't find them no matter how hard they looked. The horrible snowstorm continued for hours, and the bodies of the two allies couldn't keep warm enough. Their entire bodies felt numb from the cold. Coyote and Diamond had fought well throughout the nearly three-week long games, but the cold was too intense for their bodies not to give up fighting.
Coyote Fletcher, District 7 Male: 5th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 18
Diamond Willow, District 7 Female: 4th, Killed by Hypothermia, Day 18
Slowly but surely, the snowstorm began to die down. By the morning of Day 19, the snow had stopped. The glorious sun shone in the sky, kissing the earth with its warmth. The tributes laughed and spread out their limbs to absorb as much of the heat as they could. They were saved! Lily continued her journey toward the cornucopia. She took breaks every hour or so to practice with her weapon.
There was only one problem. A finale couldn't happen with three participants. James needed to knock off either Lamprey or Lorna. As soon as day broke, the two surviving careers set up their fire. There was no point trying to hide from the outliers anymore, seeing as the finale was so close. They started a roaring bonfire using sponsored firewood and then got to cleaning their weapons.
Lorna stayed behind to guard the horn, whilst Lamprey went out hunting for the evasive Lily. Lamprey had been hunting for about four hours when he heard a snarl from behind. He whirled sharply on his heel and found himself face-to-face with a slobbering wolf. Lamprey held out his trident and slowly backed away as the wolf crept forward. When it pounced, he rolled out of the way. He got to his feet, spit out a mouthful of snow and sod, and ran in the opposite direction. The wolf pursued him for nearly two hours.
Lamprey finally managed to lose the wolf mutt. Everyone thought it was some random trick of the gamemakers, it but served a very important purpose. Lamprey looked around and held his breath. Lily was less than fifty yards away, at the bottom of a large, billowy snowdrift. Thirsty for the sight of blood, Lamprey raced across the frost-molded earth to meet her.
Lily noticed the career boy charging toward her and ducked behind the snowdrift. Her hand reached for her sword. She hoped that he hadn't seen her, but he had. Lamprey ran around the side of the snowdrift and clashed into her. The two rolled on the ground in a heap, each tribute trying to hold down the other. After nearly half a minute, it seemed as if Lily was hopeless. Lamprey had her pinned to the ground. His trident was pressed into her neck. Lily made a strained noise as he drove the prongs into her neck. The skin broke, and blood burbled from the wound.
Using all of her earthly strength, Lily managed to roll out from underneath him. Lamprey cursed and chased after her. Quickly, Lily flipped around her sword and slammed its stone butt into his head. The stone clanged against Lamprey's skull and instantly caused him to black out. The career dropped his trident and fell backwards, creating a Lamprey-sized snow angel. Lily dug her sword into his chest, carving out tissue and muscle. Once she had dealt a significant amount of damage, she ran away and left him to die. Two hours later, he bled out, one place short of the finale.
Lamprey Seltzer, District 4 Male: 3rd, Killed by Lily, Day 19
The morning of Day 20, James tried a trick that had been in his imagination for years. Lily awoke from her makeshift snow shelter to a rumbling sound. Suspecting an earthquake or some other natural disaster, Lily raced for about half a mile in one direction. The ground behind her was rising up out of the ground as though a giant finger were pushing up from underneath. A massive snowy hill was rising out of the ground. Lily tried to outrun it, but was overtaken in seconds. She rocketed into the air along with the earth all around her. She rode the edge of the raised piece of earth like a tidal wave toward the cornucopia. She was knocked up and down like a ball in a pinball machine being manned by a maniac. After mere minutes, she was deposited in a snow-covered mess less than a hundred feet from the cornucopia.
Lily groaned as she got to her feet. Good news: her sword hadn't been damaged except for a few small chips and scrapes. Bad news: Lorna was racing toward her! The career girl had been tending to the roaring bonfire that morning when she noticed the earth rolling up and down like a tsunami. She rushed to the scene and met up with Lily.
The girl wiped the sod off of herself, ready for a fight. Lily was so tired that she couldn't fight very well. At first it seemed as though there was a clear winner. Lorna's first few blows were powerful. With her sword, she was able to slice about half an inch into Lily's left arm. It only took a few seconds for Lorna to disarm Lily. Lily's sword went spiraling away. It landed with a thud in the snow about twenty feet behind her.
Lily's feet were moving before her brain had time to catch up. She reached Lorna's bonfire. Lily pulled out a piece of firewood from the end of the fire and held it out like a flaming sword. Lorna screamed as Lily hurled the flaming log. It knocked her in the chest. Lorna toppled backward like a domino. Within three seconds, the fire spread to her clothes. She was a column of flame. Lorna screamed and rolled to and fro over the frost, throwing snow over herself to extinguish the flame.
Lily approached the groaning girl and tore her sword out of her hand.
"There can only be one victor of these games, and I'd feel bad if it was you sorry imbecile," said Lily. The next moment, she plunged the sword into Lorna's heart. Her cannon shot fired immediately.
Lorna Isaievych, District 2 Female: 2nd, Killed by Lily, Day 20
"Lily Eckel of District 11, you are the victor of the fifty-third annual Hunger Games!" James shouted over the howl of the icy wind.
Lily lurched away from Lorna's cooling corpse. Relief flooded through her as she realized that she had survived the games and that she was going home to the warmth of District 11.
Lily Eckel, District 11 Female: Victor of the Fifty-Third Hunger Games, Day 20
AFTERMATH
After all of the post-games festivities, Lily didn't have much to go home to. Just a drunkard father who terribly misused her and mother who had died five years earlier suffocated in a silo. She spent the year following her victory in relative misery. The day she turned eighteen, she moved into the Victor's Village and abandoned her abusive father for good. District 11 was overjoyed to receive their third victor. Chaff and Seeder were getting a little overwhelmed caring for so many tributes, and they were glad to have Miss Eckel to lend them a helping hand.
Lily moved into the Victor's Village of District 11, across the street from her mentor and mother-figure Seeder.
Her victory tour went well, and was one of the better ones. District 2 was the only district that gave her a hard time, as its citizens had their hopes up for a fourteenth victor in Lorna.
Lily would live to the remarkable age of ninety-one, passing away peacefully from brain cancer in her home, surrounded by friends and loved ones. After her games, she developed a strong aversion to cold temperatures, though several therapy sessions in her adolescence were able to soothe this significantly. She would devote the rest of her life to painting and drawing, often taking inspiration from the landscapes of the agricultural district she loved. Her paintings often sold for high prices in the Capitol. Many private art collectors would spend their lives clawing for her work. She would marry and have six children.
NEWS
Lily moves into the Victor's Village of District 11.
Beetee Latier and Wiress Freid take the ultimate vow of love and get married. Several other District 3 victors attend.
Brutus Cordley becomes the mayor of District 2.
LIST OF VICTORS
1HG: Cordin Frey (#1, District 3)
2HG: Sapphire Waber (#1, District 1)
3HG: Molly Toliday (#1, District 4)
4HG: Amelia Spangler (#1, District 2)
5HG: Misty Sablone (#1, District 12)
6HG: Olivia Seager (#2, District 2)
7HG: Flux Stafford (#2, District 3)
8HG: Brandi Coyne (#2, District 1)
9HG: Isaac Crandall (#1, District 5)
10HG: Velvet Farrow (#3, District 1)
11HG: Mags Flanagan (#2, District 4)
12HG: Slate Ogston (#3, District 2)
13HG: Woof Dozier (#1, District 8)
14HG: Blaze Skalnik (#4, District 2)
15HG: Dina Wilmarth (#2, District 5)
16HG: Beatrice Toland (#1, District 6)
17HG: Amelia Bankston (#5, District 2)
18HG: Markus Gardd (#2, District 6)
19HG: Odius Ruttler (#6, District 2)
20HG: Seeder Kaiser (#1, District 11)
21HG: Freya Digard (#7, District 2)
22HG: Gold Carson (#4, District 1)
23HG: Ashlyn Breston (#3, District 6)
24HG: Dayta Albrand (#3, District 3)
25HG: Diamond Griego (#5, District 1)
26HG: Thor Rosner (#8, District 2)
27HG: Magnet Lisagor (#4, District 3)
28HG: Maria Dutra (#3, District 4)
29HG: Discordia Komine (#9, District 2)
30HG: Barley Chisolm (#1, District 9)
31HG: Marlin Coppi (#4, District 4)
32HG: Wyatt Kerdler (#5, District 3)
33HG: Molly Soltan (#5, District 4)
34HG: Grover Handa (#1, District 7)
35HG: Troy Stiles (#6, District 4)
36HG: Lana Voltaire (#10, District 2)
37HG: Lucy Said (#7, District 4)
38HG: Porter Tripp (#3, District 5)
39HG: Penelope Turek (#8, District 4)
40HG: Beetee Latier (#6, District 3)
41HG: Radiance Clinton (#6, District 1)
42HG: Technik Hartline (#7, District 3)
43HG: Dylan Levitt (#9, District 4)
44HG: Rye Boyum (#2, District 9)
45HG: Chaff Korsmun (#2, District 11)
46HG: Nolan Wrack (#11, District 2)
47HG: Klink Byrae (#4, District 5)
48HG: Brutus Cordley (#12, District 2)
49HG: Wiress Freid (#8, District 3)
50HG: Haymitch Abernathy (#2, District 12)
51HG: Lyme Mabbett (#13, District 2)
52HG: Ruby Rayfuse (#7, District 1)
53HG: Lily Eckel (#3, District 11)
A/N: Great to see a victor from an outlying district after two career victories in a row! I, for one, am rather fond of Lily. In case you're wondering, this is the games Katniss mentions in the first novel as the freezing arctic tundra games.
I hope you've enjoyed. Please stay tuned, as many more games and victors are coming soon! Next chapter we see another cannon victor, Blight from District 7. I hope you've enjoyed so far, and please review if you have the time :D
