Only eight districts remain in the Games, but still eleven tributes left. The Victor could be anyone of them. Only the strongest remain.

District 1 - Peter - The Chronicles of Narnia

District 2 - Thorin - The Hobbit

District 3 - Four - Divergent

District 4 - Percy, Annabeth - Percy Jackson

District 8 - Morgana Le Fay - Merlin

District 9 - The 10th Doctor - Doctor Who

District 9 3/4 - Harry Potter, Hermione Granger - Harry Potter

District 12 - Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark - The Hunger Games

Okay, if you've looked at the tributes list. . .you'll see that only the strongest characters are left. A translation for that is almost everybody's favorite characters are left on the board. Remember that only one can survive the Games. From now on, the Games will take darker twists, murders, and the deaths of some of our favorite characters.

Also, remember to go to my homepage or my biography page to vote on who YOU think should win the Fandom Games.

The Games haven't started, not until now.

Chapter 8 - Guilt: The 10th Doctor

It has been two days, eleven hours and 6 minutes since Rose was killed.

I have been in the Arena for a week.

One awful, heart-wrenching, absolutely exhausting, week.

My name is Doctor.

Well, the Doctor if we're going on specifics.

Okay, now it's been two days, eleven hours and 7 minutes since Rose was taken from me.

I automatically knew that after I killed the Jabberwocky it was the wrong thing to do. It's not like my personality to kill so thoughtlessly. I mean-I'm the doctor! Not some ruthless killing machine! But I was just so mad... After I had gone through the pain and heart ache of losing Rose in the first place, do you know how much hope was put back into my hearts?! Then she just died, and absolutely nobody in this arena will know why I cried about her like that. They don't know what we've been through. The laughs, the danger, and the adventures. These things are probably the best memories all 10 of me have ever had in my personal opinion. And, yes. I know that the Jabberwocky had already killed so many tributes before and it was the best thing I could have possibly done in that situation but it felt wrong.

Oh, and terribly sorry to interrupt, but you should probably be reading this in a cool British accent.

Just a thought.

Two days, eleven hours, eight minutes.

I swear, if I ever win these games, I'm going to personally take my TARDIS back in time to see Lewis Carol and personally make sure he never writes the Jabberwocky nonsense poem.

Is that a fixed point in time? No. Wait. . . Yes. I don't know.

Stupid writers.

I poke the coals in my fire with a stick. Right now I'm roasting my lunch, a fowl I caught with my traps.

I should say that I'm probably the most experienced in the Arena, and most definitely the oldest. 900 years is a good age difference.

After the fowl is roasted and I've eaten a good share of it, I stick it back in my pack.

The pack, which is a light green color, has numerous thing inside to keep somebody alive for a good few days. Water, dried fruit, rope, and a blanket. These things are good, but what I really want is my sonic screwdriver. I originally wanted that to be my token, but they confiscated it and put it in the Cornucopia. The Gamemaker's called it a weapon! So, instead of a cool sonic screwdriver, I have my trench coat. I wonder who has it right now.

I should say a small thing I'm depressed about now is that when I sound smart, nobody is there to be impressed. What's the point of being brilliantly clever if no one is there to stand around gawking? Or even there to say something more brilliant back?! Rose would do that, she'd say the funniest things back to me. . .

Two days, eleven hours, nine minutes.

I can't do this anymore.

Standing up, I brush my pants and put the food inside my pack.

I need to do something to clear my mind, and I won't be don't that sitting around forced to think. That's boring!

I hate boring.

Slinging the pack around my shoulder, I start to walk. My expression my somber, and I can't think of a single thing to do.

Well, except survive surrounded with a handful of strangers who want to kill me.

But going by what I've done, that's happened to me a normal basis.

A/N - Yes, I know it's a sad chapter because the Doctor misses Rose. And I also know that absolutely nothing happened in this chapter but I think you guys deserve a break from the killing.

Sorry about that.