THE EIGHTY SIXTH ANNUAL HUNGER GAMES
"Blow the Man Down"


INTRODUCTION

President Cassia Obsidian fell from the presidency after a convoluted and violent ploy executed by Stinn Hawke had his dozens of friends, allies, and disciples. Stinn's flunkeys and lackeys staged a total of eight assassinations in a single day. Having narrowly escaped several knives and bullets over the course of only a few hours, Cassia fled to a bunker in the basement of the presidential mansion and took an obscure corridor about half a mile north. Several of Stinn's men had worked for President Snow when he was in power, so they knew the riddles and secrets of the presidential palace by heart. Both the Capitol and District 1 heard the deafening boom of dynamite, and the corridor collapsed onto Cassia, crushing her to death instantaneously. Stinn Hawke immediately declared himself President of Panem. By this point, many district citizens thought that, with Snow's rule at its conclusion, they would never again be treated as poorly as they had between the first and third Quarter Quells. They were wrong. Stinn was one of the most notorious presidents in Panemian history. He made Coriolanus Snow look like a Good Samaritan. Throughout the many years of his rule, Stinn would keep the districts cowering in fear in sick, twisted ways, and at points he could even be seen lighting buildings on fire just for the pleasure of hearing the screams or pulling random young ladies off of the streets to spend a night in his palace against their will. Head Gamemaker Violet Turpin mysteriously disappeared the day that Stinn took power; the recently-vacated position of head gamemaker was filled by Stinn's right hand man, the similarly dastardly Maddox Courval. After the disappearances of both Cadmus Flickerman and Daria Pennypacker, a single new host was selected by the president: daunting and dashing Titanius Lafayette. With a whole new cast of characters running the games, this year was sure to be interesting, at the very least.

These games would not be complete without a strong career pack, and Districts 1, 2, and 4 were once again up to the challenge of providing a formidable pair to fend for their lives in the arena. The boy from District 1 was the weakest this year, but despite his lacking weaponry smarts he was an incredibly fast runner. The girl was stunning, charismatic, and memorable, a model who starred in many Capitolite ads, snagging the highly-coveted eleven. In recent years, the training score system had been adjusted to make it much easier to score anything above a nine, though twelves were still seemingly impossible to score. District 2 provided a pair of siblings, born one year apart, who had vastly contrasting personalities; the boy was more a level-headed jokester who didn't take anything seriously, while the girl was much more deliberate and humorless. The boy from 4 was charming and carried the famous cool 4 accent, and he had the surfer look that Capitolites craved. The last of the careers, the girl from 4, was much more unconventional, unknown to much of her district, though she was exotically attractive in a mysterious way. The scores of the pack were once again formidable: two elevens, two tens, and two nines.

The outlier group this year was similarly impressive. Inspired by the tactics of last year's tributes, the four strongest outliers banded together to form another anti-career pack. They were Jacobi and Milandie from 6, as well as Lothum and Blanche from 9. Jacobi was the seemingly perfect blend of looks, smarts, and strength, and he was the early favorite. Meanwhile, his district partner Milandie was muscular and masculine and only considered attractive by a small few. Lothum and Blanche from 9 were similarly diverse; Lothum was a track star back home in 9 who liked the ranged weapons, while Blanche preferred hand-to-hand combat. There were several standouts outside of the two packs as well. Georgette from 8 was another looker, and she had some smarts on her head as well. Her family wasn't rich like Matisa of the year prior, but she was resilient and driven and seemed like a decent contender for the win. Two twelve-year-old tributes, Zart from 3 and Paloma from 10, allied prior to the games. Both tributes were convinced that, if they could make themselves cute enough, the Capitol would have to let them both win. Being twelve, it wasn't hard to make the crowds giggle, but they were in for a harsh dose of reality when they realized it was one victor and one victor only. There was a single volunteer outside of the careers, and a memorable one at that. Virginia Black was the first volunteer in District 12 history. In fact, when she cried out the words, "I volunteer as tribute," the escort literally thought she was going bonkers and tapped the shoulder of a nearby peacekeeper requesting some calming tonic. Virginia told the Capitol that she just couldn't stand watching so many helpless little girls being reaped every year, and in the ultimate act of chivalry she volunteered to save the life of the starving scrap of a girl who was reaped. Time would tell how the girl with the heart of gold would fare in these games. This was shaping up to be one of the best games of its day, but only time would tell. Here are the tributes:

District 1: Greatson Putters, 16, (9) 8-1 and Bliss Rhodesian, 17, (11) 3-1

District 2: Oscar Laird, 17, (10) 5-1 and Emmy Laird, 16, (10) 5-1

District 3: Zart Rundlett, 12, (3) 64-1 and Laurisa Brookeway, 18, (7) 15-1

District 4: Shore Kestrow, 18, (11) 3-1 and Caroline Islander, 18, (9) 7-1

District 5: Hunter Night, 18, (6) 22-1 and Curie Scotts, 14, (5) 26-1

District 6: Jacobi Oswald, 18, (9) 8-1 and Milandie Inlove, 16, (9) 9-1

District 7: Phil Tyte, 13, (3) 57-1 and Ferris Montgomery, 14, (3) 56-1

District 8: Bobbin Chern, 16, (2) 63-1 and Georgette Li, 18, (7) 14-1

District 9: Lothum Chiri, 18, (8) 16-1 and Blanche Savageau, 17, (8) 15-1

District 10: Cobre Sikes, 15, (4) 35-1 and Paloma Andrews, 12, (4) 40-1

District 11: Trevor Bellerose, 16, (4) 32-1 and Lily Evitt, 12, (3) 62-1

District 12: Carlo Gonzalez, 17, (5) 24-1 and Virginia Black, 18, (5) 22-1

HGBO Bets: 20% on Bliss, 17% on Shore, 10% on Oscar and Emmy, 8% on Caroline, 6% on Greatson, 5% on Jacobi, 4% on Milandie, Lothum, and Blanche, 2% on Georgette and Virginia, 1% or less on Zart, Laurisa, Hunter, Curie, Phil, Ferris, Bobbin, Cobre, Paloma, Trevor, Lily, and Carlo.


THE GAMES

This year's arena was rather plain and vanilla; Maddox knew his entire career was dependent on having a stellar first games, and he didn't want an elaborate arena detracting from the thrills and kills of the inter-tribute conflict that was sure to transpire. In short, the arena was modeled after a prairie from the old American Midwest, before the Great Disaster that covered half the world in water and forced global survivors to form Panem. The cornucopia was situated at the center of the prairie, and there were no ranged weapons this year: only machetes, swords, and sickles were provided. The prairie stretched on for five miles in all directions, a stellar distance. That was five miles of the same amber waves over and over. It wasn't hard to imagine a tribute or two could be driven crazy by the clutches of this arena. There weren't a stellar number of bushes and trees, but there were a few. At the north end of the arena, a short line of quaint little cottages sat. They had thatched rooves and sturdy glass windows; once a tribute was safely inside, the only threat to their survival would be other tributes. To the south, there was a single building, slightly larger than the rest, that functioned as a schoolhouse. It only had one room, and it consisted of ten or eleven desks facing a central blackboard and eraser. The sky was a stunningly clear, royal blue, and it was dotted with puffy white clouds. Temperatures in the arena were also agreeable, peaking around seventy degrees Fahrenheit during the days and dropping to around fifty-five degrees Fahrenheit at night. The arena was not without natural threats, however. In time, storms would brew overhead, and violent twisters would strike the arena, tearing up the ground and sending piles of debris flying in all directions. A few storm shelters were placed sporadically around the prairie, providing the only safety from the death bringing hands of Mother Nature.

The first thing the quaking tributes saw when they entered the arena was the spotless, royal-blue sky. A cool breeze blew over the cornucopia, causing the grass in the immediate vicinity to rustle and bend. The faint whispering sound cast a sense of foreboding over the scene, and with good reason: nine tributes would fail to escape the bloodbath with their lives this year.

At the gong, a total of three tributes made a run for it: Zart from 3, Phil from 5, and Paloma from 10. The other twenty-one tributes burst forward and began scooping up supplies.

Bliss lead the charge this year, powering ahead of the other careers due to her speed. Surprisingly, one outlier managed to match her pace. Bliss grabbed a sickle and turned sharply on her heel, and the small boy froze dead in his tracks, dumbfounded with shock as the blade sank into his side. The boy fell to his knees and died swiftly.

Trevor Bellerose, District 11 Male: 24th, Killed by Bliss, Bloodbath

Shore, another fast runner, eyed the cornucopia field with a machete in each hand, and he spotted the perfect first victim. About fifty meters away, a younger girl was down on her knees, tossing supplies into a magenta pack. The girl got to her feet and ran right into one of Shore's machetes. She shrieked and tried to run, but Shore landed his other blade in her neck. By the time she hit the ground with a loud noise, she was dead.

Curie Scotts, District 5 Female: 23rd, Killed by Shore, Bloodbath

Oscar and Emmy chased a slim boy away from the cornucopia. Moments earlier, he'd decided to make a run for it after the blade of Greatson's sickle missed his throat by inches. The boy screamed as Oscar and Emmy appeared out of nowhere, both of them armed with swords, and he was toast. Oscar swung the blade of his sword into his chest, and Emmy polished him off before returning to the horn.

Carlo Gonzalez, District 12 Male: 22nd, Killed by Oscar and Emmy, Bloodbath

The anti-careers made their first strike. All four of them were armed: Jacobi with a sword, Milandie with a machete, and Lothum and Blanche with sickles. Lothum tackled the tiny girl from 11 and pinned her thrashing limbs to the ground before thrusting his sickle awkwardly into her abdomen. The anti-careers left quickly to search for more victims.

Lily Evitt, District 11 Female: 21st, Killed by Lothum, Bloodbath

Jacobi from 6, head of the anti-careers, noticed that one of the careers was dangerously off of her guard. Caroline was searching the inside of the cornucopia for hiding outliers, her back turned to the exit. She didn't spot Jacobi coming until it was too late. With a sound like a battle cry, Jacobi buried his sword into Caroline's upper back and dug slowly downward, drawing torrents of blood. Jacobi swallowed the bile that had built up in his mouth and rejoined his allies.

Caroline Islander, District 4 Female: 20th, Killed by Jacobi, Bloodbath

Jacobi had travelled less than ten steps when he was intercepted by Shore, whose machetes glittered in the light of the sun. Shore tackled Jacobi to the ground and forced his weapon out of his hand; the 6 boy was strong, but the trained career boy easily overpowered him nonetheless. Shore slowly drove his machetes into his chest, draining the life force from his body over the course of about a minute.

Jacobi Oswald, District 6 Male: 19th, Killed by Shore, Bloodbath

Greatson had been chasing a screaming boy around the cornucopia for nearly a minute when he took a huge risk. Greatson hurled his sickle through the air, and it flipped end over end before landing in the grass several meters from his moving target. The boy stopped mid-step and stumbled onto his front, leaving Greatson free to reclaim his sickle and land his first official kill.

Hunter Night, District 5 Male: 18th, Killed by Greatson, Bloodbath

Bliss had been unable to land a kill since her first kill fifteen seconds after the gong. Her lips curled into a smile when the female from 7 ran straight across her field of vision. Bliss tackled the girl and knocked her to the ground, and they rolled over the grass for several feet before coming to a battered stop. The outlier girl was too tired to keep fighting, but hardy Bliss effortlessly dispatched her opponent with a cut to the neck.

Ferris Montgomery, District 7 Female: 17th, Killed by Bliss, Bloodbath

Bliss leapt to her feet and bumped straight into the volunteer girl from District 12. Virginia had been starting awkwardly around the cornucopia field for several minutes, searching for a way to escape without being noticed. Her plan was to run straight past Bliss and toward safety while she was occupied polishing off Ferris, but she wasn't fast enough. Virginia fell to her back and flailed her limbs, trying to knock away her attacker as she scuttled toward safety. Of course, her attempts at escape were hopeless. Virginia's screams were the last to be heard before the cannons fired.

Virginia Black, District 12 Female: 16th, Killed by Bliss, Bloodbath

The careers geared up and headed on the prowl. Oscar and Emmy sorted the weapons. The task was much easier this time than some other years, as only three kinds of weapons didn't pose any problems with organization. Despite their different personalities, the brother and sister had a great dynamic that the Capitol audience gobbled up. Shore sorted the food rations in the back of the cornucopia. He noticed a lack of food and water in the cornucopia this year. He correctly guessed that Maddox wanted the tributes moving around frequently to keep themselves healthy and hydrated. Greatson and Bliss commenced the first hunt together; despite the differences in their ages and scores, they got along well enough. When it was time to go hunting for real, Greatson volunteered to guard, while the other four careers headed off to thin the crowds of outliers.

The outliers scattered in all directions. Zart was deathly afraid of the careers, and he forced his ally Paloma three miles away from the cornucopia. By the time they reached the schoolhouse, Paloma was ready to collapse, while Zart didn't look very far away himself. The pair of twelve year-olds dragged themselves into the schoolhouse and haphazardly piled some furniture in front of the entrance before passing out. Laurisa stumbled south. She'd sprained her left ankle during the bloodbath, and the pain was unbearable, like a dagger was planted into her flesh. She settled down against one of the arena's few trees and fashioned a splint out a sponsored board and some rope fashioned from the tree's flimsy branches. The anti-careers sprinted away from the cornucopia. Now that Jacobi was dead, Milandie took the role of leader. She was an overall charismatic tribute and the others liked her a lot. Milandie was acting excessively beamish to cover her inner turmoil; as it turned out, she'd had feelings for the dead Jacobi, and she was sour after the death of her boy crush. Lothum and Blanche talked quietly behind her as they moved away from the cornucopia. The duo wasn't nearly as witty as Hye and Bechi of the year prior, but every tribute had to start somewhere. Phil, one of the tributes who'd avoided the bloodbath, followed a thin stream only slightly wider than his hand. Around nightfall, he came to the place where all the arena's streams collected: a shallow, muddy pool with a small island in the middle. Phil waded through the water and lied down on the unstable island, trying to sleep. Bobbin sobbed quietly to himself as he sprinted away from the cornucopia, his whimpers reminiscent of twelve- and thirteen-year-old girls faced with the blade of a career during the bloodbath. He was about halfway to the line of cottages when he stopped for the night, collapsing in a small ditch to cry some more. Georgette was the best-stocked outlier, holding a pack that contained various foods and medical supplies. She was also a fast sprinter, and she was the first to arrive at the line of cottages. The 8 girl settled into the leftmost cottage and barricaded the door before lying down on one of the couches for a rest. Fifteen-year-old Cobre was on the prowl. He was armed with two twin machetes but nothing else, and he knew the only way to garner supplies now would be to slaughter and kill tributes. Despite his youth, he was prepared to do so. The tributes were at peace as night fell, revealing a glittering starry sky that looked like ink.

The morning of Day 2, the careers noticed something peculiar. Toward the south end of the arena, a number of dark clouds had gathered overnight, and the menacing cluster was growing larger by the hour. The pack deduced that a terrible storm was on its way. Fortunately, they had enough time to prepare before it struck. Oscar and Shore, the tributes with the largest muscle mass, worked together to cover the entrance of the horn with a number of plastic sheets that they found buried in the back of the horn. Emmy and Bliss worked together to pile all of the supplies into the cornucopia, where they would be safe from whatever threat the gamemaker gods were about to send their way. Greatson huddled in the back of the cornucopia, feeling left out. He didn't have a job to do, and he didn't like feeling useless, but he knew it would be stupid to run through the ranks of his stronger allies so he kept himself to himself and ran through traditional District 1 folk tunes to keep himself occupied.

Zart and Paloma woke around eight in the morning and began exploring the schoolhouse. The evening prior, they'd been too tired to do any real investigating, and now was their chance. Paloma found a few snacks behind the teacher's desk and split them into two piles for herself and her ally. Zart gathered a few books that looked interesting and placed them on one of the desks for them to read while the day passed by. The anti-careers were heading in their direction, but they didn't know that. One of Zart's sponsors sent him a note cryptically warning him about the anti-careers. He and Paloma managed to decipher the first ten or so letters before night fell. They vowed to finish decoding the note the next morning.

Phil bolted awake when he felt something moist and slippery wrap around his ankle. The bottom of the lake was covered with vines that Phil hadn't been able to see through the murk. Fortunately, the small boy was able to reach dry land before he was pulled all the way down. The single vine wrapped around his ankle took quite a while to pry off of himself, and he ended up using a sponsored knife like a fulcrum to build up pressure on the vine until it broke.

Day 3 was deathless. The night prior, the anti-careers had settled in a thin ditch in the ground. It was Blanche's suggestion; being from District 9, she knew all about twisters, so the others trusted her when she told them a tornado could pass them straight over if they were lying low enough. Moments after sunrise, the first drop of rain landed on Blanche's forehead. She moved to shake her allies awake, but Milandie and Lothum were already sitting straight upright, their foreheads caked with crystal-clear droplets. Blanche had two blankets in her pack to hold over their heads like umbrellas. Lothum needed an entire blanket to himself, and Milandie and Blanche had to share one. At first, their movements were awkward and clunky, but they quickly got used to it.

The outliers weren't doing much. Laurisa, the girl with the sprained ankle, was happy to find that her injury was coming along remarkably well. A few sympathetic sponsors sent medicine to help with dulling the pain. At two in the afternoon, Laurisa made an attempt to walk, and immediately fell to her knees, gasping with pain at so much weight being put on her injured ankle. She dragged herself ten feet back to the lone tree and collapsed against it, wondering how she was going to win with her detrimental injury. Cobre kept up his hunt, but his energy was slowly sapping away. A sponsor who admired his determination sent him a sleeping bag and a bowl of soup. Cobre took this as his signal to stop for the day. He couldn't think of any way to assemble a shelter, so he slept out in the open with only the grass for cover. He felt exposed and endangered but had no choice. Despite his worries a dark wave of sleep had claimed him in moments.

Phil raced away from the lake as fast as his legs could carry him, and he skidded to a stop when he heard the soft sniffles of the male from District 8. Phil pulled aside a veil of tall prairie grass and saw Bobbin curled up on the ground, his cheeks read from so many tears. When Bobbin heard Phil approaching, he slowly turned his head and met Phil's eyes with his sad, tired own. Phil tried to offer him help, but Bobbin was unresponsive. Phil finally sprinted in the opposite direction five minutes later.

Day 4 was filled with little but the anti-careers' arrival at the schoolhouse. They reached the structure around noon. Lothum and Blanche were eager to enter immediately, wanting to get out of the cold rain, but Milandie insisted that they eat lunch outside to get their strength before entering. Zart and Paloma were reading books on the sofa when they heard the handle of the door slowly turning. Milandie banged against the blockade, and the door eventually splintered in half. Zart and Paloma scrambled toward safety. Zart managed to duck into a small closet in time to escape, but Paloma was still running when the anti-careers burst into the schoolhouse. She held up one of the desks like a shield, but it was too heavy to be of use for long. Milandie planted her machete into her wrist, nearly loping off one of her hands, and Paloma collapsed, banging her head against several desks in her descent. Paloma screamed and cried out Zart's name as Milandie cut open her throat with her weapon, ending her.

Paloma Andrews, District 10 Female: 15th, Killed by Milandie, Day 4

"She was saying something, did you hear?" Lothum said. "Zart, I think."

"That boy from 3?" Milandie responded. "Yeah, I saw them together in the training center. He's got to be here somewhere. Tear up the place if you have to, we're going to find him."

Zart cowered inside of the small closet, layering dust onto himself as if he could blend into the back of the closet and remain unnoticed. After nearly ten minutes of silence, Zart shakily got to his feet and turned the door handle. He thought the anti-careers had left, but they were merely remaining very quiet to draw him out of his hiding place. The moment Zart stepped out of the closet, Lothum and Blanche were onto him like hounds. Lothum cut across his forehead using the blade of his sickle, and he pinned down his flailing limbs as a cringing Blanche messily gashed open the boy's torso, finishing him off.

Zart Rundlett, District 3 Male: 14th, Killed by Lothum and Blanche, Day 4

The rest of Day 4 passed swiftly. After four entire days of inactivity, Bobbin was beginning to feel the impacts of hunger and dehydration on his body. Despite being a wimp, he wasn't stupid, and he knew that he had to get moving sooner or later or else he would die, either from gamemaker tricks or dehydration or a combination of both. Besides, he didn't like the looks of the storm brewing on the horizon. Bobbin trudged about a mile through the rain before stopping for the night. He was moving in the direction of the cozy cottages at the north end of the arena, but he quickly realized a flaw in his plan: in order to reach the other end of the arena, he'd have to pass the cornucopia, which terrified him witless. Abandoning his plan, Bobbin lay down in a ditch and moved his eyes left and right as though expecting a five star hotel to pop out of nowhere.

On Day 5, a loud pinging sound filled the gamemakers center in the Capitol. The storm had been growing progressively more intense for three days, and now the first funnel cloud had poked out of the sky. The point of the twister was growing closer and closer to the ground, where it would eventually crash down and take on the form of a terrifying black vortex that consumed everything its path. The first twister had originally been planned to touch down around Day 7, but there was no stopping it now. The gamemakers and the rest of Panem watched in anticipation as the cone-shaped mass of spinning cloud grew nearer to the ground like water swirling down a drain.

Pitiful Laurisa knew she was hopeless as soon as she saw the point of the funnel cloud curling toward the ground. Finally, it struck solid ground, and a noise like a barreling train crashed over the arena, deafening Laurisa and all of the other tributes in the arena. Clouds of dirt and debris flew in all directions. Laurisa knew she had no chance of survival. If she was going to go out, she wanted to go out with a bang. Laurisa grabbed onto the tree that had been her savior and refused to let go—not even when her legs were off the ground and it took every ounce of her strength to cling on, and not when it was torn off of the ground like a sapling and carried off into the black vortex. A testament to her tenacity at the very least.

Laurisa Brookeway, District 3 Female: 13th, Killed by Twister, Day 5

A parched and downtrodden Cobre was sprinting over the prairie when he stopped dead in his tracks, tumbling forward and landing on his front. He caught his fall with his arms and sprang to his feet, and his gut twisted when he heard the deafening growl of the twister as it touched down at the south end of the arena. Laurisa' cannon shot blended seamlessly into the sound of the vicious tornado, so it went unnoticed to the 10 boy. Cobre's screams were similarly drowned out by the noise of the twister. Terrified, he raced away from the vortex and then collapsed in a ditch, praying that he would be passed over and spared.

Georgette, who was napping in the leftmost cottage, woke instantly to the noise of the twister. Because of her distance, the roar wasn't deafeningly loud like it had been for Laurisa and Cobre. It was more like the faint droning of some kind of whirring machine lost in the distance. Georgette peeked out of the window, and panic settled in her gut at the sight of the disaster headed her way. Georgette acted quickly, piling her supplies into one place so that they could be moved all at once rather than separately and inefficiently. By the time she found the storm cellar near the cottage, the tornado was only about half a mile away. Georgette collapsed in the cellar moments before the house was bowled over, and she covered her ears with her hands in a useless effort to drown out the mind-numbing howl.

Bobbin let out a sniffle at the sight of the twister and broke into a sprint. He wasn't a fast runner by any stretch of the imagination, but the nearest cottage was close enough for him to reach before he was claimed by the twister's evil, death-bringing hands. He had absolutely nothing but a single knife, and he staggered into the cottage, tears streaming down his cheeks as he searched for further shelter. He wasn't able to find the storm cellar in time, so all Bobbin could do was duck under a heavy table with his hands over his neck and cry until there were no tears left in him.

The twister struck the cornucopia next. The portion of the pack that was hunting (Greatson, Bliss, Oscar, and Emmy) was less than a mile from the cornucopia when Greatson pointed out the funnel cloud brewing to the south. The pack raced back to the cornucopia and alerted Shore of the situation—he'd been inside of the horn while they were away and hadn't spotted the cloud like the others had. The careers slipped between the plastic sheets laid over the entrance of the cornucopia and huddled inside. Emmy insisted that they tie the supplies down so they wouldn't fly around and hurt them, but Bliss told her they didn't have time; the twister had already touched down, and it was moving in their direction at a scary speed. The careers slithered into their sleeping bags, hoping they wouldn't be swept away or injured by the scattering supplies. When the twister touched down on the cornucopia, the steel structure grumbled and quaked. The careers were scared it might be torn straight off of the ground, but the horn held strong against all odds. They grabbed onto whatever heavy objects they could find to keep from being blown away. They suddenly realized that only four of their five members were still inside of the cornucopia. The careers glanced upward just as Oscar disappeared out of the horn. He was swept up into the tornado and killed like Laurisa before him.

Oscar Laird, District 2 Male: 12th, Killed by Twister, Day 5

Emmy's mouth was agape with horror as she watched her brother be swept away by the tornado. In her moment of horror, her entire body seized up, and her grip on one of the wooden countertops loosened just enough for the storm to suck her away. Emmy was pulled straight into the roaring twister and carried upward to who-knows-where. District 2 was officially out of the competition this year.

Emmy Laird, District 2 Female: 11th, Killed by Twister, Day 5

Phil was one of the last tributes to be pursued by the vicious twister. By Day 5, he was nearly two miles from the lake he'd discovered on Day 1, and only about one mile from the place he'd stumbled across a crying Bobbin. When Phil saw the towering twister heading in his direction, his first instinct was to run away from it, but his logical sense told him he would never be able to outrun the column of swirling air. Phil collapsed to earth and scuttled to the lowest ground he could find. Luck was on his side, and the tornado hopped right over him before continuing on its path.

The anti-careers had been huddling in the cellar of the schoolhouse for several hours when the tornado struck down. Blanche pulled a dry candle out of her pack and lit it using a sponsored match. Milandie, Lothum, and Blanche stared anxiously at each other and covered their ears as the twister tore apart the schoolhouse above them. It was terribly cold down in the cellar; when the tributes tried to warm themselves with the candle, they were really just putting their imaginations to the test. The sound of the twister as it tore over the land was unnatural, monstrous even. Any of the three anti-careers would surely be scarred for life if they managed to survive these games.

Day 6 was deathless. In the aftermath of the tornado, the tributes milled about, most of them without shelter and without food. Real hunger and dehydration were starting to set in for some, and death seemed imminent if these did not become readily available in the near future. Georgette waited until the morning of Day 6 to climb out of the storm cellar. Her heart sank when she saw that her beautiful cottage was in ruins; the twister had torn it apart like kindling, and now all that was left was a trembling wooden skeleton. There wasn't any other shelter that she could see, so Georgette resorted to "rebuilding" the cottage in a way, by piling wooden planks on top of the skeleton to re-fashion the roof. It wasn't much, but it did at least something to keep out the rain that fell later that day.

An exasperated Phil hadn't had a sip of water since the afternoon of Day 4, and dehydration had begun to take its deadly toll on his body. The boy was pleased to find himself back at the lake he'd found on Day 1, the place where all of the arena's streams met. The tornado had run straight over the lake, emptying it of most of its water contents. However, there was a substantial amount of water left. Phil filled his thermoses and guzzled as much water as he could. A few sickles lay at the bottom of the lake, having been hidden by murk for the first five days of the games. Phil cleaned off the weapons and started practicing with the sickles, hoping to hone in on the skills that would help him if another tribute attacked.

The career pack made an effort to fix up the cornucopia. They only had three members left: Greatson, Bliss, and Shore. This meant that each individual tribute had to do more work, but they were all glad to have something to do so none of them complained. The twister had scattered the horn's supplies all around the cornucopia field, and it took the efforts of both Greatson and Shore to retrieve them and pile them up inside of the horn. Finally taking the advice of the dead Emmy, the boys tied down the heavier supplies to keep them moving if additional twisters struck down. All the while, Bliss was improving the blockade at the mouth of the cornucopia. The plastic sheets had torn and split during the storm. With the help of her friends stepladders and duct tape, she had the tears patched in no time.

The anti-careers stayed put in the storm cellar near the schoolhouse. In their panic, they hadn't brought anything inside the cellar to keep themselves occupied. All they had was each other. Lothum warned that they should stay in the cellar for a few more days in case there were any aftershocks. He didn't know what the word really meant, as he'd spent much of his life in the flour pressing plants of District 9 rather than going to school, but he'd heard the word in the Capitol and thought it made him sound smart. Milandie and Blanche, the girls, curled up in a corner of the cellar and huddled together to keep warm. It was freezing cold down there despite the warmth of the outside, so keeping warm was not an easy task by any stretch of the imagination.

On the morning of Day 7, a cannon shot rolled over the prairie. Cobre had been hunting enthusiastically since Day 1, only taking a short break while he waited for the storm to pass, and he finally succumbed to dehydration. He fell onto his front, gasping and shaking and clawing at his throat. Dehydration was a horribly painful way to leave the world, and he was glad when Bliss and Shore started into sight, attracted by his soft groans. Bliss was at the head of the duo, and she quickly dug the point of her sickle into Cobre's chest. The pack took a quick moment to pillage Cobre of the supplies he was carrying before starting off to search for more victims.

Cobre Sikes, District 10 Male: 10th, Killed by Bliss, Day 7

When Cobre's cannon shot woke the anti-careers, the three tributes finally decided to leave the storm cellar. Milandie pushed the door open and they stepped out into the open, squinting at the first sunlight they'd felt in days. Milandie, Lothum, and Blanche moved to the lowest ground they could find. Their rationale was that more of the tributes would have flocked there after the twister, so victims would be more plentiful. However, most of the tributes had returned to high ground between the twister and their emergence into the outside world, so they found a grand total of zero victims before nightfall. Frustrated, they settled near one of the few trees that the twister had spared and assigned shifts before lying down for bed.

The first half of Day 8 featured one point of tribute interaction, and it wasn't a terribly exciting one. Georgette left the ruins of the leftmost cottage to search for water. She ended up at one of the small streams and gratefully sipped the water for several minutes before settling down for a power nap. Feeling refreshed and well-rested, a confident Georgette moved away from the river to return to her shelter. However, the tall grass threw her off track, so she was moving in the opposite direction she intended. About an hour later, Georgette stumbled upon the ditch where her district partner Bobbin was crying quietly to himself, near death from dehydration. Georgette knew only one tribute could leave these games, but she felt terrible for the poor boy and offered one of her thermoses to Bobbin. Bobbin wiped away his tears and guzzled about half the bottle before walking slowly away. If not for the breath condensed around the rim of the thermos, Georgette would have thought he had been only a dream.

The careers and the anti-careers had been moving toward each other when they finally met at seven in the evening on Day 8. The anti-careers were well-armed, well-rested, and well-fed. Only Greatson and Shore were hunting, so the careers were outnumbered by one. Could they make up for their lacking numbers with extensive smarts or strength? Time would tell.

The anti-career pack was treading silently over the prairie when Lothum suddenly shushed his allies. They froze dead in his tracks when they followed Lothum's gaze and spotted movement a few meters away. They didn't figure the tribute was a very big threat; they all assumed it was Phil or Bobbin or maybe even Georgette. They were wrong. Greatson from 1 and Shore from 4 suddenly burst out of the tall grass. The anti-careers stumbled backward, yelling in confusion. They were moving toward a small clearing that was scissored through by two small streams. Only once they reached the clearing did the anti-careers turn around to fight off the careers that they knew would either kill them all or die trying.

Greatson and Blanche immediately clashed, and there was no clear-cut winner. Greatson had two machetes while Blanche had a sickle, so she had a slight advantage in terms of range. The blade of the sickle was roughly three feet long, allowing her to cut at Greatson from a distance whereas he needed to get close to do his dirty work. Meanwhile, Milandie and Lothum ganged up to take down Shore. Milandie had a nine and Lothum had an eight, but Shore had a cool eleven, so taking him down was not an easy task. The Capitol sent about a dozen separate drone cameras to capture footage of the brawl.

The first kill was made roughly two minutes later. Blanche made a gallant and admirable effort to fend off Greatson, but she was ultimately hopeless against the trained career. Greatson finally saw the opportunity to lunge forward, and he buried both of his machetes into Blanche's abdomen. Blood splattered in all directions. Milandie and Lothum turned their attention away from Shore to help her, but they knew at once glance that their ally was beyond saving.

Blanche Savageau, District 9 Female: 9th, Killed by Greatson, Day 8

That left the final eight: Greatson Putters and Bliss Rhodesian from District 1, Shore Kestrow from District 4, Milandie Inlove from District 6, Phil Tyte from District 7, Bobbin Chern and Georgette Li from District 8, and Lothum Chiri from District 9.

Greatson looked down expecting to see the dead body of his opponent, but all he saw was the point of a sickle protruding from his own chest. Milandie undertook the task of keeping Shore at bay by herself while Lothum backed away and circled around so that Greatson was facing away from him. With one swipe, he thrust his weapon forward and drove it through Greatson's chest, twirling it back and forth and cutting through his lungs and heart. Now it was Shore versus Milandie and Lothum, and the anti-careers decided they didn't want to take their chances with any more fighting. Milandie and Lothum ran for the hills, and they didn't look back until they were two miles from the site of the fight and they had lost Shore for good.

Greatson Putters, District 1 Male: 8th, Killed by Lothum, Day 8

Day 9 was deathless. Dark clouds were gathering in the south, so the tributes gauged that another twister was on its way and would touch down around Day 10 or 11. Shore sprinted back to the cornucopia and slipped through the plastic sheets to recount the events of the most recent days to Bliss. When she heard that they were the only two careers left in these games, Bliss' expression hardened, as though she were weighing the pros and cons of murdering her weaker ally at that moment. Milandie and Lothum took shelter in the wreckage of one of the cottages. The roof of the cottage had collapsed onto a sturdy kitchen table, creating a hidden space underneath. The ceiling was low, and the anti-careers regularly knocked their heads against it, but it was worth it to have any roof at all over their heads when the cold rains came again. Phil left the central pond, a sickle in each hand, and ventured down one of the broader streams. He eventually came to the line of ruined cottages at the north of the arena, but left quickly; he figured the ruins would be inhabited by formidable tributes, and he didn't want to look for trouble by poking around. He ended up returning to the lake and sleeping for the night like normal. Bobbin settled into a ditch that the first twister had dug into the ground as it had meandered along its path. The ditch stretched on for several meters in both directions before disappearing into darkness. Bobbin was terrified out of his mind and couldn't manage to sleep a wink despite his best efforts. Georgette returned to the storm shelter near her cottage as soon as she saw the dark clouds rolling in. She knew it would protect her well from anything Mother Nature had to throw at her, and she almost felt safe inside of it. Almost. This was the Hunger Games, after all.

On Day 10, the second twister struck down at the south end of the arena, but the tributes were prepared this time, so there were no deaths. Bobbin, who'd finally managed to nod off around six in the morning, heard the deafening roar of the twister coming his way. He grabbed a root in each hand, the roots of the tree that had once stood there before the trunk was splintered by the first twister, and held on for all he was worth as the twister tore him over. His hands were raw and torn up from the effort of holding on, but the knowledge that he would be killed the instant he let go was enough to keep him strong. His hands were bleeding by the time the twister was gone. Bobbin tore off parts of his shirt to tie over his palms in order to quell the bleeding, hoping infection wouldn't take root in the wounds.

A sleeping Phil spotted the twister too late to be saved. This twister was much quieter and more sneaky than the Day 5 twister. Phil woke up to the howl of the cone-shaped column of wind less than a mile from him. The twister was between him and low ground, so falling down any slope was out of the question. He could do nothing but run perpendicular to the twister's path so that it wouldn't strike him. He couldn't move out of the way fast enough; while he did escape the twister proper, he was caught in the gales of wind thrown off of it. The winds tossed him around and threw him back and forth, and a battered Phil groaned in agony when he finally came to a stop, too tired to do anything but sleep soundlessly.

The twister struck the cornucopia next. Bliss and Shore's new safety precautions worked wonders for their safety. Before the twister, Bliss had bound a few of the plastic sheets to the ground so they wouldn't start flapping during high winds. While the winds outside of the horn were howling at hundreds of miles an hour, it was barely noticeable inside of the cornucopia. Shore's efforts to tie down the supplies also helped, though one crate of knives cracked open and pierced Bliss in the chin. Besides Bliss' minor wound, the two careers were entirely unharmed by the Day 10 twister.

When they spotted the storm coming, the anti-careers disappeared into their storm cellar to wait it out. Milandie and Lothum didn't have a candle this time, so they couldn't see anything, only feel the cold floor and the water dripping onto their foreheads. On the other side of the arena, Georgette proceeded similarly, stepping down into the depths of the stone cellar when the twister got too close for comfort.

That night, Shore volunteered for the first shift. There were only seven tributes left in the arena, and shore knew his odds of victory would skyrocket if he knocked off Bliss. Bliss herself was snoring softly in the back of the cornucopia. She didn't think Shore would have the nerve to kill her off before the finale, so she felt secure closing both eyes at night. She was wrong. Bliss woke up to the bite of Shore's machete in her gut. She tried to reach for her weapon, but Shore knocked it away. Bliss gasped and shook in her last few minutes, and moments before her death she told Shore to do something that would've gotten her written up at the academy back in 1.

Bliss Rhodesian, District 1 Female: 7th, Killed by Shore, Day 10

The morning of Day 11, Shore went hunting by himself. He was drunk off his killing of Bliss; determined to bring these games to an end and bring honor to his district, he was being somewhat more brash and reckless than was appropriate for a fight to the death. Once, Shore came across the place where Phil was sleeping, but his diminutive body was hidden under the tall prairie grass and he went unnoticed.

Bobbin once again began to feel the effects of dehydration on his body. While he was lacking emotionally, he was not lacking physically. He was able to cover a stellar distance on the eleventh day. Around noon a small stream snatched him from the claws of dehydration and death. Bobbin followed the stream and eventually arrived at the storm cellar where Georgette was sleeping. Bobbin put his ear to the door of the cellar and heard her soft snores. Bobbin wasn't sure what to do. He knew he didn't have it in him to kill a human being, but was it worth it if it meant he could see his family again? Georgette woke up about ten minutes later and stepped out of the cellar, and the moment Bobbin saw her he shoved her back down the stairs. Georgette landed on her head at the base of the cellar stairs, and she was knocked unconscious instantly. Tears pooled up in Bobbin's eyes as he ran to the side of the unconscious girl, and he knew he couldn't turn back now. He thrust his knife into her chest and ended her. It was only after her cannon fired that Bobbin realized he had killed his district partner.

Georgette Li, District 8 Female: 6th, Killed by Bobbin, Day 11

The rest of Day 11 was deathless. The anti-careers got up and moving as soon as the sun rose into the sky. The night prior, they'd cracked the doors of the cellar open to allow the warm night air to flood inside, but a rainstorm had struck, flooding the bottom of the cellar with about an inch of water. They didn't realize they were partly submerged until Lothum rolled to one side and water poured into his mouth. Lothum woke up gasping and choking. It took him several minutes to expel all of the water from his lungs, and he and Milandie left the cellar quickly after that. They didn't have the energy to actively hunt, so they merely meandered through the prairie under the guise that they were searching for victims.

The Capitol had been anticipating another clash between the careers and the anti-careers, and they got their wish on Day 12. After an entire night of hunting, Milandie and Lothum settled down in one of the ditches dug by the second twister. They were hidden well inside of the ditch, so it wouldn't have been easy for any casual observer to spot them. However, Shore's mentor Finnick sent him a note with directions to the anti-careers. Minutes later, Shore peered into the ditch and saw Milandie and Lothum snoozing contentedly, oblivious to his presence.

Suddenly, the hairs on Milandie's neck stood up on end, and a cold sweat broke out all over her body. Without moving her head, she moved her eyes upward. It took every ounce of strength she had to keep from crying out at the terrifying sight of Shore's grin. Milandie needed to wake up Lothum without moving and without making any sound. This was not an easy task. She reached out a hand and brushed Lothum's arm, but Shore saw the slight movement and leapt down into the ditch.

Milandie and Lothum scattered, terrified. They tried to reassure themselves that their enemy was outnumbered, but the prospect of facing the strongest tribute left in these games was terrifying nonetheless. Shore pounced toward Lothum, knocking him straight to the ground, but the strong outlier boy rolled out of the way before he could pierce him with his weapons. Shocked, Shore jumped to his feet, and he bumped straight into a dumbfounded Milandie. Shore's reflexes were fast; he spun around and cut Milandie's torso open with two heavy chops. The older girl's screams were drowned out by the squishing sound of blood, and she fell to her knees. Now only male tributes were left.

Milandie Inlove, District 6 Female: 5th, Killed by Shore, Day 12

Days 13 and 14 were deathless and completely uneventful. The four remaining tributes, all of them male coincidentally, largely milled about or stayed still without doing much. Shore was frustrated at how Lothum had escaped from straight under his nose while he had been killing Milandie. The 4 boy hunted feverishly for most of the thirteenth day, searching for the elusive Lothum and for the other boys. On the fourteen day, he decided to return to the horn for a supply restock, and he inadvertently fell asleep for nearly six hours. Phil left the lake when the pre-twister rains started up again. With all of the cottages in ruins, there was no shelter whatsoever except the horn and the few trees that were still standing. Carrying a sickle in each hand, Phil travelled west until he came to the site of a tall, thin tree, where he dumped his scant supplies and passed out. Bobbin stayed put in the tall grass near the storm cellar. He knew it was much safer inside of the cellar than outside, but he was deathly afraid of the dark and refused to enter it until the rains started up. The gamemakers had no idea how Bobbin could hold so many tears inside of him given how little water he was consuming. Lothum did his fair share of hunting throughout the two days and then started moving in the direction of the cornucopia. He knew the finale was near, and he wanted to be as close to the arena's center as possible when it did. On Day 14, the storm clouds rolled in, dousing the prairie in cold rain. If the current pattern of a twister every five days held true, the third twister would strike on Day 15, but they would just have to wait and see.

True to the pattern, the third and final twister struck down at noon on Day 15. Unlike the Day 10 twister, which was deathless, the Day 15 twister claimed the lives of two tributes. Phil was resting with his back against the thin tree when he woke to the all-too-familiar howling of the twister. He looked to his right and saw the column of air meandering nosily over the prairie about a mile away from him, tearing up the ground and sending shrapnel in all directions. Phil lucked out this time, and he managed to go completely unharmed by simply running perpendicular to the path of the tornado. After nearly half an hour, he collapsed to the prairie grass, too exhausted to move farther.

Lothum was not nearly as lucky. When the funnel cloud started forming he made a mad dash for the cornucopia, but he faced a dilemma about halfway across his journey. Where did he go for shelter from the storm? There were no trees or ditches in the immediate vicinity. Both the cornucopia and the nearest storm cellar were too far away from him to reach before the tornado struck down. Lothum ended up making the fatal mistake of attempting to outrun the twister. He was, of course, overtaken in moments. Lothum kicked his legs and flailed his arms in a desperate attempt to free himself, but he was helpless as the spinning column of dust carried him straight off of the ground before depositing him several hundred feet away, where he broke his neck immediately.

Lothum Chiri, District 9 Male: 4th, Killed by Twister, Day 15

Bobbin collapsed back into the long, meandering ditch when he noticed the twister was coming his way. The sixteen-year-old boy had gotten remarkably lucky throughout these games, and his luck did not fail him this time. Against the odds, the twister passed straight over him, and he managed to survive with nothing but a cut on his forehead from a flying piece of debris. His screams of terror blended in with the deafening bellow of the twister and went unnoticed.

Minutes later, Shore made a fatal mistake that spelled his doom. Being from District 4, he'd heard about twisters but never experienced one before, so he wasn't nearly as knowledgeable as some of the other tributes. He was out hunting when he spotted the twister tearing over the prairie. Shore's big mistake was thinking the twister wasn't moving, when in reality it was moving toward him. By the time Shore realized what was happening, it was too late, and he was already been sucked off of his feet. The last career tribute in these games was dead in moments after his lungs flooded with dust and debris.

Shore Kestrow, District 4 Male: 3rd, Killed by Twister, Day 15

Now, the males from 7 and 8 were the only tributes left in the eighty-sixth annual Hunger Games. Phil and Bobbin left a lot to be desired. Phil had scored a three while Bobbin had scored a measly two, neither was particularly skilled with weaponry, and both had an unfortunate aversion toward killing. Bobbin had made one kill previously and Phil had discovered the sickles hidden at the bottom of the lake, which did at least something to help with their popularity, but they were still not the formidable finalists the Capitol had been thirsting for. On Day 16, storms brewed in the north and south. Bobbin was in the north, and Phil was in the south. The boys moved toward each other, deathly afraid of subsequent twisters, and they spotted each other from about half a mile away at two in the afternoon.

"It's the finale, dude," Phil said once they were close enough to hear one another. "One of us has got to go. No way around it."

Bobbin nodded and awkwardly stepped forward, the hand holding his machete trembling fiercely. Phil made the first move, lashing out with his sickles, but he stumbled slightly, allowing Bobbin to snatch one of the weapons out of his hand. Bobbin retaliated with striking ferocity, flinging his sickle toward Phil's chest. Two untrained tributes with inefficient weapons was the recipe for a torturously long finale. After nearly an hour, Phil fell to the ground, Bobbin's machete lodged awkwardly into his neck. The wound wasn't severe; though pink spit was foaming from Phil's mouth, it was nearly half an hour before death took him.

Phil Tyte, District 7 Male: 2nd, Killed by Bobbin, Day 16

"Bobbin Chern of District 8, you are the victor of the eighty-sixth annual Hunger Games!" the new host, Titanius, shouted gleefully.

Bobbin wiped the snot from under his nose and attempted to look somewhat presentable.

Bobbin Chern, District 8 Male: Victor of the Eighty-Sixth Hunger Games, Day 16


AFTERMATH

Bobbin was an interesting victor to say the very least. He would go on to garner the nicknames "Crybaby" and "Waterworks" from the other districts and even some of the other victors. Bobbin would go down in history as one of the "lucky" victors like Misty and Iuna before him, victors that had somehow managed to escape the arena with their lives despite the odds stacked humungously against them. District 8 was of course pleased to bring home their fourth victor, but they couldn't help but be let down by the sniveling disposition of their newest victor. Fortunately, he and Poplin shared the role of mentoring District 8 males, so he only had to mentor every other year. This was a good thing because Bobbin was one of the more neglectful mentors. He would never take up drugs or alcohol to dissuade his demons; crying was his drug, really.

He settled into the Victor's Village of District 8, the fourth victor to do so.

His victory tour was a disaster, as he cried at almost every stop.

Bobbin would live to age thirty-seven, dying from suicide four months before the one-hundred seventh annual Hunger Games. He would never marry nor have children.


NEWS

Bobbin moves into the Victor's Village of District 8, next door to Poplin's home.

Mags Flanagan is diagnosed with epilepsy.

Enobaria Rigatti receives an abortion.

Meredith Powell gives birth to her second child, a boy she names Oakley.

Amelia Bankston, the victor of the sixteenth annual Hunger Games, dies from unspecified medical causes.


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)
54HG: Blight Holzer (#2, District 7)
55HG: Emily Pollick (#5, District 5)
56HG: Sally Vasilia (#6, District 5)
57HG: Mason Kittridge (#14, District 2)
58HG: Margaret Cartmill (#1, District 10)
59HG: Tiger Sterne (#8, District 1)
60HG: Cecelia Rieffel (#2, District 8)
61HG: Valerie Easton (#15, District 2)
62HG: Enobaria Rigatti (#16, District 2)
63HG: Gloss Linden (#9, District 1)
64HG: Cashmere Linden (#10, District 1)
65HG: Finnick Odair (#10, District 4)
66HG: Victor Xhang (#17, District 2)
67HG: Augustus Braun (#11, District 1)
68HG: Iuna Mosier (#12, District 1)
69HG: Alexander Westlake (#2, District 10)
70HG: Annie Cresta (#11, District 4)
71HG: Johanna Mason (#3, District 7)
72HG: Remus Daley (#18, District 2)
73HG: Apollo Reinold (#4, District 6)
74HG: Meredith Powell (#4, District 7)
75HG: Struve Lockman (#19, District 2)
76HG: Porcelain Wing (#13, District 1)
77HG: Router Lowell (#9, District 3)
78HG: Surge Upsdell (#7, District 5)
79HG: Kasey Slosser (#5, District 6)
80HG: Tarquinius Orfe (#20, District 2)
81HG: Talisa Plummer (#12, District 4)
82HG: Poplin Amsden (#3, District 8)
83HG: Pixel Watt (#10, District 3)
84HG: Dock Elizabeth (#13, District 4)
85HG: Sycamora Bromley (#5, District 7)
86HG: Bobbin Chern (#4, District 8)


A/N: This is one of the longest chapters yet. I was expecting 8,000-9,000 words at the most but it turned out 10,000 almost 11,000 words WHAT DID I DO?

I really liked the characters in this one, especially Phil, Milandie, and Lothum :D

Please stay tuned for the next chapter, and once again I'd like to say thank you for all of your support. Please consider reviewing on the way out :)