Night 1

Lily Angler (17) D10F

I wasn't liking this one bit.

This strange creature was frightening, but the worst part had to be the smile. It looked so genuine that I almost felt bad for its loneliness and wanted to help out. Almost. However, I'd never wanted to help out anyone, and wasn't going to be kind for the sake of a weird alien mutt in the middle of the Hunger Games. Beside me, Tybal looked just as wary of the situation as I felt, and I kind of guessed where this was leading to.

"What do you mean?" he asked cautiously.

I didn't want to hear the answer, but Cundaar smiled at us in an eerie way, its teeth dazzling.

"You have to compete in a hand-to-hand battle. The one who loses will come with me. The other will be free to go ad move wherever they want."

"We just have to fight?" I asked slowly, unable to believe it.

"Well, one of the fighting parties will have to… go. But that shouldn't be a problem, you're coming with me!"

"What if we refuse?" Tybal asked quickly, the words rolling out as if he didn't want them to be heard.

The strange mutt pouted, and I felt like slamming my fist into its face. It would be wrong to say that Cundaar's smile was annoying; it was unbearable.

"Then I'll have to take the both of you!"

"Hey please," I said, making my voice as emotional as I could although I knew it wouldn't work, "Please let us go."

"NO! I want new friends to stay here!"

It was hopeless. Tybal was much stronger than me and could easily kill me if I gave him the chance. He just stood rooted to the spot, and I knew this was my chance. My cover was about to be blown up, but that would be better than just dying.

I took Tybal by surprise as my fist connected with his jaw.

I was surprisingly strong for someone from an Outer District due to being nurtured that way in the community home. I used to train, not like Careers, but to just stay fit. So when Tybal stumbled and crashed against the slimy web wall and yelled out in pain, I didn't miss on the chance to attack him again.

The slimy thing seemed to be causing him immense pain, maybe even a burning sensation. He was unable to gather his senses and was easy to attack repeatedly. Soon he was bleeding from the mouth and nose, and I prepared myself for the kill. It was sad that my only ally had to go this way, but it couldn't be helped.

The strange mutt clapped and cheered and hollered, calling out my name enthusiastically, but also cheering for Tybal in order to encourage him. I couldn't understand its reasoning but maybe it was programmed to be this way.

I ran towards the boy, ready to strike his neck, to end it for once and for all.

He simply jumped aside, and I got entangled in the slimy web wall. This time I was the one screaming, because it burned worse than a fire. The pain was excruciating, and I was barely able to remain conscious. Tybal pulled me away by my hair and slammed me down hard on the ground, and suddenly he was on top of me, looking somewhat upset.

"Go Tybal!" Cundaar cheered.

"I'm sorry Lily," he whispered, "But I have no choice."

And with that, he grabbed my neck and twisted it hard, and the last thing I heard was a canon explode.

Day 2

Siobhan Ripple (16) D2F

I wondered how long had passed since the bloodbath.

In this dark, purplish maze, it was hard to understand time. Warmth could be an indicator, however, it remained cold all the time. I couldn't help but shiver and wished nothing more than some warm blankets right now. Fire was out of question, because firstly we had no material for it, and secondly it wasn't a good idea to have a fire underground here.

One thing was clear though, nine people were already dead. It had been a long time since that kind of death count in the Games, and I expected these Games to end fast. It was upsetting, really, that I might have to kill my allies soon. I didn't want to, I especially liked Ivory and would prefer her to win if not me, although I didn't want to think that way. however, Ivory and I were sticking together, at least till we got revenge on the other Careers for their deceit.

Another thing I didn't get was why the boy from Seven was tagging along. Ivory insisted that he accompanied us, and he had been difficult to deal with.

When we had jumped into this hole, the first thing that we did was to get far away from there. And the second thing that happened was the crying.

I knew that the Outer District kids weren't trained like us to kill. We were taught how important honour was, how big a chance the Games were, and how proud we should feel to represent our Districts. The Outers though, were made to see none of that. So it was natural that he cried his heart out for killing the boy from Eleven, although, according to me, he just ended the suffering of the poor kid. Maurice wasn't going home, nor was Dwayne for that matter, but at least the younger boy's death was quick.

To my surprise and reluctance, Ivory was very sympathetic to the boy. She even hugged him once to comfort him, and he didn't pull away when that happened.

That was a long while ago. Right now, the three of us were dividing the fruit cake that I had managed to acquire to serve as breakfast…or lunch…or dinner. I didn't know. But we decided to save half of it for later, and now, even as we munched on the cold cake in the cold environment, I couldn't help but miss home. I would be there soon, I was sure, but I hadn't really been away for so long. I hoped they were watching me, and I hoped they would watch me when I would kill those traitors.

"I hope my friends are alright," Dwayne whispered, maybe saying something for the first time since he stopped crying.

"Oh they will be okay Dwayne!" Ivory replied and smiled kindly at them, "We're still like, the top fifteen. I'm sure they are alright."

"One of the girls died. I tried so hard to save her but…"

"I know. It must be sad. However, look at the bright side. You're still here!"

"Yeah, I guess that's good."

"Stop pitying yourself now, will you?" I snapped at him angrily, unable to take his constant demeaning behaviour. Not demeaning to us, but certainly to himself, and I just couldn't respect him after that.

"I'm not pitying myself," he retorted, "Maybe you don't know, but some of us aren't trained to be killing machines. Some of us have been taught how to be human."

"Well, maybe you don't know, but some of us know that there's no way out and are used to it. It's been going on for ninety years! High time you got used to the fact that not everyone can get out alive!"

"People like you are the reason this continues to happen."

"And people like you are the reason why it's so hard. If the tributes just accept their fates and are prepared for this mentally, at least you'll go in peace!"

"I can't believe you!" he screamed before getting up. Sighing, he looked up at us and waved.

"I guess I'm unwanted here, and as you said Siobhan, I need to look out for myself. Good bye for now."

"Bye," I said and waved, "Next time when we meet though, you won't be walking away."

He ignored my statement and smiled lightly at Ivory, who smiled back and they shook hands, and she handed him a water bottle to keep with him. I didn't approve of this but didn't say anything as he left.

Well, at least that took care of the constant crying and self-pity.

Teddy Formico (16) D12F

Last night, huge rocks had simply showered from the open skies, on the urge to destroy the world we were in currently.

I had gone out again to get some supplies, but the three Careers were on guard at the cornucopia. I was trying to figure out how I would steal, when the rocks started dropping out of nowhere and I had no other option but to jump down the crater.

Something had followed me in my fall, and I was scared that it had been a rock, but to my surprise it was a small blue bag. It had a small water bottle, a few bananas, three slices of bread, butter and a butter knife. I was so surprised to see it initially that I didn't know what to do with it. But then I recalled my last conversation with my parents. So… they kept their word.

The tremors overhead frightened me, and I felt that the very ceiling would fall on me. Holding the bag tightly, I ran as hard as I could, blindly entering any tunnel that I could see.

That was yesterday, I felt. Right now, I was below another crater from what I could judge of the surroundings. I had been unable to stope myself from eating, and had devoured two slices of bread and a banana already. The water too, was on the edge of finishing. I had to find new supplies.

The sky had not changed at all even as I emerged out of the hole, struggling against the slimy web to let me through. But at least things weren't purple here. I realised I wasn't too far from the cornucopia… and there was nobody around.

Breathing deeply, I wondered if anyone was spying on me. A deserted cornucopia, after all, looked as good as a carefully laid out trap, and I didn't want to get caught. However, even as I looked around quickly, I observed that there was no motion anywhere. Maybe, during the rock shower, the Careers too had jumped into the holes, and had been unable to find their way back. It was certainly a possibility. Whatever the case be, the coast was clear.

Slowly, I started walking towards the cornucopia, the butter knife held tightly in my hand. I felt incredibly stupid right now, and I hoped they weren't showing me on TV with my amazing weapon.

Getting to the cornucopia was no big deal at all, and I couldn't help but feel suspicious about this situation. But my throat was parched, my body was trembling and I knew I had to take the risk. I pushed my hand into the hole of the cornucopia and yelled out in pain as something tried to burn it. it took all my will power to not withdraw my hand and I searched frantically for something, anything, that would help me out.

The pain was becoming unbearable now, and I couldn't help the tears from flowing finally. At last, I managed to pull a large bag from the weird ball, and fell down on the ground, panting, cradling my hand. The burning sensation disappeared as soon as it had started, and I was surprised to know that my hand was completely okay in under a minute.

Shaking my head, I opened the bag, hoping to get some water. To my utter relief, not only the bag had a large, two-litre water bottle, but also a thick black leather jacket. I gratefully put it on hastily, not willing to bear the cold any longer, and started drinking the water greedily. In all honesty, that water was the most delicious thing I'd ever had in my life.

There were other supplies in the bag, but I couldn't carry such a big thing with me. I packed the food in my blue bag, and took the torch. It might be handy.

The rest, I left behind as I made my way out of there.

Vis Provo (16) D5M

I had deserted her. I let her die.

Even as I sat here in the purple cave, I couldn't help but hate myself. I could have saved Liya. She didn't have to die, we both could have escaped had I helped. After all, didn't I get away? Plus, the guy from Two didn't bother giving a chase. I was sure he wouldn't hunt after Liya either.

But I didn't. I was a coward, and I ran away when she needed me.

I didn't know why I felt so bad. It wasn't as if we were friends, I've never had many friends, and usually other people didn't affect me much. I also knew we were in the Games, and that she had to go sooner or later for me to get out, but I couldn't help feel disgusted with myself. I couldn't believe my own cowardice, and I wondered if things could get any worse. For the time being, I felt this was it.

I pulled my legs to my chest as I just sat there quietly, hoping for the time to just pass by. I didn't want to know anything more. I just wanted to leave this place and go home.

A few light footsteps alerted me to a presence, and I stood up immediately. Somebody, or something, was approaching me, and I slowly started backing away into a tunnel. However, to my utter disbelief, the web like structure started to expand on the other two tunnels, blocking the way through both of them. It was terrifying to watch it slowly covering the entrance, and I had no choice but to wait for whatever it was that was approaching.

To my surprise, it was just the kids who had formed an alliance. The Eight boy was a new addition and the Seven boy and Six girl were missing. i had seen the girl die, but I didn't know about the boy. However, even as I looked at each of them, their eyes wide on seeing me, I couldn't help but feel angry.

These kids could all be gone and I could head home. Sure, there were three of them, but they were all so small. We were already in the top fifteen. Why not just end it for them?

Somewhere I knew these thoughts were irrational, but something seemed to be clawing at my brain, and I had the urge to attack them. The three of them started backing away, and seeing them do that reminded me of a coward. It reminded me of myself.

I lunged at Canon, not even knowing what I was doing. I shouldn't be doing this! But I couldn't stop myself, and I screamed as my hands started squeezing his neck. I kicked at Shama, sending her crashing into the web, and her screams joined my own. Andrei tried to pull me off, but I elbowed him even as Canon started turning blue underneath me. Just a little longer, just a bit.

But then, four hands grabbed me and pulled me back, slamming me onto the ground. Shama still looked in pain, but then she was suddenly on top of me and was holding my hands with such force that it hurt.

Andrei pulled Canon to his feet even as I tried to throw Shama off, and soon Canon was holding onto my legs. I kicked him and blood poured from his mouth, but he didn't let go. And now I wondered… what the hell was I doing?!

"No stop! Please! I didn't mean to!"

"Sorry mate," Andrei cut off, not sounding like the humorous, "Too late."

He looked in pain, and I saw why. He was holding that slimy stuff in his hand, and I couldn't understand what he planned to do. But then he was kneeling beside me and before I could do anything, he pressed his hand on my nose, preventing me from breathing. I tried to push him off, all of them, but they just held on so strongly, refusing to budge. I opened my mouth to breathe and Andrei shoved the stuff into it.

The feeling was so strange and so painful that I couldn't bear it. It felt as if somebody had poured acid into my mouth, which was now spreading across my body. I tried to vomit it out, but Andrei had his hand over my mouth. Tears started flowing down my cheeks, and Canon left my legs. It was no use though, for froth was already coming out of my mouth.

Through my blurry vision, Andrei's tears were the last thing I saw before the cannon rang out.

Saunder Kilkenny (18) D4M

The cannon rang out, loud and clear, startling me awake from my beauty sleep.

I opened my eyes groggily, trying to adjust my eyes to the purple glow. Purple…? Weren't we at the cornucopia…?

"Took you long enough to wake up," Aryton said, leaning against the wall in front of mine, eyes closed.

"Somebody got a kill right now," Jordan growled, "And here we are, doing nothing."

"What?" I asked, unable to understand what they were saying. I shut my eyes again, trying to remember how I reached this place. I vaguely remembered that something had started falling from the sky and we had to leave the cornucopia due to that.

"Oh right!" I exclaimed, taking the other two by surprise, "All the tributes are hiding here! We need to find them!"

"We might have found them had you not been sleeping like a log."

"Oh Aryton, dear, I need my beauty sleep."

"Taking a beauty sleep doesn't change you from a beast."

I laughed out as his sour face and walked over to him to give him a clap on the back. He visibly recoiled from my touch and I laughed again. Aryton could be fun, that much I'd give him. Jordan though, judging from her expressionless face, looked annoyed, and her annoyance annoyed me. She was with me! The best Career this year! Why the hell was she making her face like that?!

"Do you have a problem?" I asked, leaving Aryton's side and inching close to her till our faces were almost touching.

"Yeah I do," she replied heatedly, "I'm here to kill, Saunder! Not to wait around for you to catch up on your sleep! And it's been hours since we came here! Neither of us could get any rest!"

"Well, why don't you two rest up, if that's the problem?"

"Come on Saunder!" Jordan yelled at me, and I was forced to back away. Nobody had yelled at me in this way before, so it took me a while to process it. She had yelled at me. At me! I clenched my fist and threw it at her, aiming to punch her silly face, but she ducked aside. My hand connected with the tunnel wall, and I cried out in pain. It felt as if my fingers had broken and soon I was cradling my hand even as I turned to face the girl.

"You're an idiot!" she cried out, "We need more kills, Saunder! Why don't you get it?! We can't risk going back to the cornucopia! What if those rocks start falling again?! We need sponsors to survive, and we need to kill for that!"

"Hey, I get that! Keep your voice down!"

"I can't because I'm talking to an idiot!"

"DON'T YOU *** DARE CALL ME AN IDIOT!"

"OH YEAH? WHAT WILL YOU DO ABOUT IT?!"

"ARYTON!" I screamed and turned towards him, hoping that he would knock some sense into the stupid girl.

But there was no Aryton there.

"Aryton?" I asked softly, looking around here and there, and I called out to him again, hoping he would answer.

"Did you see him?" I asked Jordan, our argument already forgotten.

"No…" she replied slowly, her eyes sweeping the floor. She gasped and I looked at her, startled.

"What happened?!" I cried out.

"Saunder, he's taken our supplies! All our supplies!"

The earth seemed to tremble below my feet as I stared at her. Her wild eyes met mine, and for the first time our sentiments were the same. Anger rose in my chest like hot lava, and I screamed in rage.

This would not go unpunished. The traitor was to get what he deserved. I was going to kill Aryton Masserats with my own hands.

So, a lot of things happened this chapter. I've kind of forgotten how to write an SYOT (believe me it can happen) and I hope this wasn't too terrible. Let me know your thoughts on this. If anyone is curious about why Vis was behaving the way he did, it was because seeing death so close, and his own guilt, had left him mentally unstable. He didn't know what he was doing, he only knew it would get him home faster.

Eulogies:

16th- Lily Angler: Lily was a lovely villain and I loved her. Like, she was so manipulative, and so fake, that I couldn't help but like her. However, there were too many villains around, and in the polls that I held last year, she got no votes. Thus, she had to go. Rest in peace Lily.

15th- Vis Provo: TIGRESS! Vis was a GREAT tribute! He was so detailed, the most detailed form that I received this time, and I loved him. Plus, he was from the same place as me, and not a psychopath as is shown in other SYOTs, so that made me like him even more. He had a great personality. Sadly, I don't think I could write him well at all. I didn't want to wrong him anymore, because I found it just so hard to write him. I'm sorry for this. Rest in peace, Vis.

I think I'll have a no deaths chapter next, just to slow things down a bit. What do you think? And how are you liking the arena, the mutt, etc? The village part of the arena will be shown next chapter, and things will become much clearer.

Alliances:

Team 1: Ivory, Siobhan

Team 2: Everette, Casper

Team 3: Saunder, Jordan

Team 4: Shama, Canon, Andrei, Dwayne (not with them but looking for them)

Death List:

Horatio (blew up)

Lanai (killed by Jordan)

Mickayla (killed by Ayton)

Emeline (killed by Jordan and Aryton)

Wesley (killed by Teddy)

Maurice (killed by Dwayne)

Tapicca (killed by Jordan)

Liya (killed by Everette)

Lily (killed by Tybal)

Vis (killed by Andrei, Shama and Canon)

Have a great day!