Shelldon Flanders, District Four Male, 18 years old

Taking a break was good last night - we didn't go hunting and as such we've been able to collect our thoughts and devise a proper plan of action. Undoubtedly the other tributes are going to think we're weaker than we were, seeing as two tributes are dead, and what they don't know is that the deaths of Diamond and Stellar just got rid of excess baggage. When they find that out, that's when we'll be restored to our former threat level to the other tributes.

This morning myself, Calamity and Buckingham go tribute hunting. The other three are staying at the cabin, packing for our inevitable move from it. I'm sure they'll go into the beginnings of the forest if they feel bored but, really, they shouldn't. It's our time to hunt.

"Let's go to the lake," Calamity had said before we made any true ground, "There'll be tributes there."

Buckingham and I hadn't questioned it - as much as we each try to establish ourselves as dominant forces in the arena, no-one can deny that the twins from Two are ruling the show. At least for now they are. One of them'll have to fumble soon and, when that happens, they'll have what's coming to them.

Calamity was right, however, because when we get to the lake we can clearly see Laurel and Alys filling up their canteens and discussing something. They haven't noticed us yet, which is a good thing. The element of surprise is what'll get us over there. We decide to sneak around to the right - if we can block up the small river behind them then they'll find it extremely hard to escape us without being bogged down and, potentially, falling backwards into the water and their deaths.

It takes us a while to move there because we don't want to make a single noise but, eventually, we make it and Buckingham stands in the middle of the river, not caring that her feet are getting drenched. We're Careers; she'll get sponsored some new ones anyway.

Calamity and I take our places on the banks either side of Buckingham, weapons raised ready to strike.

We don't make them known of our presence. We want them to realise we're here. And they do.

Laurel turns and the look on her face is pure perfection. Buckingham laughs which alerts Alys. Both of them look like deer in headlights. With what would've been their to go to escape route blocked, they both scramble in different directions - Laurel to the left and Alys to the right.

Alys is a lot more nimble than we give her credit for and, subsequently, we're only able to slash her arm lightly before she disappears in the undergrowth. Laurel, on the other hand, tries to get over the small incline that rings around the bank of the lake and fails, falling into it. She splashes intensely and it's during this time that we ascend on her position. As we get nearer she starts to splash the water in our direction. I withstand it fine but Buckingham and Calamity struggle as the water blinds them momentarily. I try to slash Laurel, nearly hitting her twice, but she manages to boot my lower leg, knocking me over for a few seconds and allowing her to escape into the forest.

We try to follow her but we can't find her - it's as if she disappears into thin air. Laurel has, however, led us to Candella who sits in the tree looking down at us fearfully. She clutches onto the trunk of the tree she's in but there's a dilemma - none of us have any long-ranged weapons on us and none of us are the best at throwing.

Probably seeing this and deciding to take her chance, Candella begins to skip from branch to branch. We follow her but it's futile - we can't kill her. I try to throw my knife at her but it misses by a long shot, causing Calamity and Buckingham to groan. All we can do is watch as Candella, like Laurel and Alys, escapes us.

"Do they not teach you how to throw knives in Four?" Buckingham asks, venom seeping from her words.

"I didn't train," I say simply, shrugging it off, "So, no, my throwing skills aren't the best. I don't see you attempting to kill from a distance either."

There's a standoff between us and I can't help but wonder if the other tributes are right in thinking that we're not as united as we may think we are.

Tesla Mason, District Five Male, 17 years old

Whilst Brock and Calloway tend to the cabin I've been sent in the opposite direction of the other three to do some hunting of my own. It feels weird, not being accompanied by anyone, because I'm not a proper Career - not one from One, Two or Four at least. I wonder if some of the tributes'll think I've abandoned the Careers. I certainly look like I have - I've got my own backpack full of supplies to see me through today or however long I intend to hunt for and I've got my weapons raised offensively. The thought of abandoning the Careers does cross my mind, maybe I could ally with Victoria, but I decide against it. I don't want to risk the brutality later on. Not if I can help it, at least.

The forest is relatively quiet which is boring - every other time I've gone out hunting we've ran into a tribute by now. I kick some stones aimlessly as I walk and my thoughts return to that of District Five. My friends would probably tell me to be more bruttish, to win - that sort of thing. Maybe I should. The only tribute that I somewhat find intimidating is Victoria but I'm sure if it came to it I could kill her. I'm sure she'd try to attack me first anyway.

Speaking of Victoria, I happen to walk into her. Not the way I wanted to meet her again but I digress.

She's just as shocked as I am because we both scramble backwards, staring at each other.

A second stare down between the two of us isn't what I wanted but it's what I'm presented with.

She has a smile on her face, one of sadism almost and I can see in her eyes how much she wants to go back home. The polite girl from the apothecary has been put on hold. In her place is a merciless killer who'll do whatever she can to return to her family.

"Still with the Careers?" She asks, crossing her arms slightly. She knows I won't kill her but why isn't she killing me? Surely getting rid of a Career would be high on her priority list...

I nod tentatively, watching her every movement with absolute scrutiny, "Yeah, I am."

She hums slightly and shrugs, "Let's hope they don't betray you then, huh?"

I open my mouth to retort something back to her but the girl from Twelve runs in between us. Comically, she stops and looks at the both of us. I can see Victoria's arm go for her bow and I myself make sure I've got a spear in hand ready. Alys sloppily knocks Victoria over and tries to slash me with her knife. I jump back, causing her to miss and she takes off again. I throw my spear and it hits her arm, hitting an already previous gashed place, causing the cut to become even deeper. I can hear her howl of pain and I run after her, leaving Victoria to get up and do whatever she wants.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe my hunting session is as exciting as the other ones.

Bobbin Taper, District Eight Female, 12 years old

It felt much better to sleep with a roof over our heads; sleeping on the ground was getting too dangerous. It was scary trying to find a good place to sleep and not worry about being caught. If we did though, I'm sure Delta would've protected us.

We wake up relatively early and spend most of the morning discussing things - getting our fears out of the way and the plan for the day.

"I think we should go to the water and fill up the new canteens," Delta says, nodding to the canteens in the corner that we received from sponsors in the night, "Then we can camp out for a while."

Melvin and I nod in agreement. It's a plan neither of us disagree with.

"Sounds good to me," I say enthusiastically, flashing Delta a smile which she returns with a laugh.

"Will there be food on the way?" Melvin asks. We've been out of food for a while, surviving on the few non-perishable items we have left like bags of nuts and dried fruit.

Delta shrugs, "I'm sure we'll come across some as we go to the lake."

Melvin nods again and we prepare to leave.

Most of our supplies are downstairs - that's where we left our backpacks. We have smaller bags up here, string backpacks that are a lot more flimsy than the sturdier ones downstairs. Melvin and I have knifes in our belts whilst Delta carries an axe she managed to recover when we were out walking. Delta doesn't want us to have any weapons on show - she says it'll make us even bigger targets than we already are.

We're about to get going when we hear the door fly open. We can't see who it is but the loud thumps of steps aren't good signs. We try to listen out for their voices just so we can figure out who they are.

"There's some backpacks on the floor," One voice says, I think it's Buckingham, "I'll check them and you go upstairs and, if there is anyone, don't fuck it up."

"I won't," A gruff voice replies and Melvin mouths 'Shelldon' to Delta and I.

We can hear the clanging of our metal items being thrown about by Buckingham and it's in this moment that I realise how serious the Games are. I haven't felt this way since the Bloodbath and when Calamity was chasing us. I feel sick to my stomach and my legs go weak. I shake a little and I feel Delta squeeze my wrist tightly.

The stairs creek as Shelldon ascends them and Delta, without second thought, shouts at us, "Jump now!"

I don't hesitate. I look behind me and jump. I land on the floor and, like Delta had predicted, it wasn't too harsh of a jump. I don't look back and I run, run until I'm at the edge of the clearing. Then I look back and see Melvin frozen where he is and Delta urging him to move. She can't push him; she won't. She'll fear that she'll injure him and that could last on her conscience forever. My hand finds it's way to my knife and I grip the handle tightly, trying to prepare myself to act if I need to.

Delta Mono, District Three Female, 17 years old

Bobbin's safe. That's one of them safe. Melvin won't move though - why won't he move? Is he too scared? I can't push him. If I push him then I have no control on how he lands. What if he lands on his neck? His back? Head? I could do more damage to him than Shelldon ever could.

"Please Melvin," I say, hastened and nudging him towards the hole in the building, "Please jump."

By this time Shelldon's on the same floor as us and readies his knife. He intends to shed some blood today and I just hope Bobbin and Melvin survive, whatever happens. The sight of Shelldon must have stirred something inside of Melvin because he moves to jump but, as he does so, Shelldon attempts to strike him down fatally. He doesn't achieve that, thankfully, but what he does achieve is giving Melvin and deep gash from the centre of his chest to the bottom of his abdomen. He howls in pain and jumps without thinking. I think he lands on his feet because I can hear him running. I let myself look back once and see Bobbin running to connect with him, nursing him the best she can. They look scared, both of them. I look back at Shelldon. I need to protect them. Another quick glance shows me that Bobbin and Melvin watch me and, as quick as I can, I motion them to move. They run to the edge of the clearing where they continue to watch me.

I'm brought back to the room when I hear Shelldon advancing. Jumping down myself would just lead him and Buckingham to us and then none of us will survive. Instead, I raise my axe and show him I'm not about to go down easily. I don't know if it's his personality or the Career image he's trying to play on but he laughs and begins to advance. I look at my axe and then at his knife and, for a second, I think I might have a chance.

I manage to block his blows with a somewhat ease - it's not as hard as I thought but I'm not letting myself get complacent. I move around often and attempt to strike at him. He's a bit more nimble than he looks, albeit not by much, and I have a hard time trying to hit him. At least it's the same for me. I move often and I don't let him get close enough.

It's getting tiring though. Although our fight hasn't been going on for long, the adrenaline is wearing off and I know it's a matter of time before one of us lets our guard down for a few seconds, allowing the other to get the final strike in. I raise the axe again, ready to strike him and I can feel how weak my arms are - I nearly drop it. The only saving grace is Buckingham ascending the stairs. We're both distracted and I take this time to kick Shelldon in the shin and swing my axe, giving him a nasty gash across his arm. I take it as my leave to jump down.

I hurt my ankle but I keep running, not looking back. I put my axe in my belt and place a hand on both Bobbin and Melvin's backs, urging them to move.

We can't return there - it'll be too close of a call. We sacrifice the rest of our supplies for our lives and make our way to somewhere completely different from the plan we had constructed.

Melvin Morris, District Three Male, 13 years old

I try to keep up, I really do. But it's hard. My whole front is hurting and it stings, stings like crazy. I try not to look at my hands too much - they're covered in my blood from where I've been clutching my front, trying to stop the pain. Bobbin keeps looking behind, as does Delta, both egging me to carry on.

My legs give out though and it happens when we're so close to hearing water. I'm sure if we could get there I'd be fine. Delta and Bobbin stop running and make their way back to me, holding me and propping me up.

"You're going to be okay Melvin!" Bobbin screams, tears beginning to run down her cheeks as she flings her bag over her back, trying to find something there that can help me.

Delta nods, pushing the hair out of my eyes and making sure I'm comfortable. Her eyes well up but no tears fall, "Yeah, you're going to be fine. Just keep listening to our voices. You can do that, right?"

I nod weakly. I can feel a sensation running through my body and all the times we were asked at school 'what does death feel like?' comes together and now, now I think I can answer it.

A faint beeping noise sounds above us and Delta and Bobbin get to their feet, jumping to try and get it quicker. It'll be something to help our situation, I know it. But I think it's too late.

I make sure to give Bobbin's hand a final squeeze and she stops jumping, looking back down at me and I can see her face fade slowly to white.

At least I was in a perfect team. Probably the most perfect ever in the Games.

BOOM!

Dion Ouyang, District Ten Male, 16 years old

A canon goes off and I feel myself jump, hiding deep in the mouth of the Cornucopia. I've returned here to try and see if there's any more supplies I can use. Last time I came here I was able to find discarded weapons and foods that the Careers obviously didn't like. I felt like I scored then and I know I'm going to score now.

I hadn't checked as deep last time and I'm glad I have - as I look deeper I find medical supplies. Herbs and bandages, medicines and vials. It's all here; a complete medical kit. It's hidden under some unassuming backpacks and I'm sure the Careers passed over it as they were searching for what they need. I can't believe my luck - maybe I have a chance in these Games.

I open up one of the empty backpacks and shove as much of the medical supplies in as I can, stuffing the rest in all the pockets I can find on my arena outfit. I might not feel any better equipped aggressively than I was as I entered the Cornucopia but, medically, I'm the best in the arena surely.

Part of me wants to move around the arena but what I have on me is too precious to do that alone. I'd either need an alliance or move at the dead of night, when the Careers are most active. The end of the Cornucopia is darkened and I'm sure I could hide myself, so that's what I do.

I'm going to spend the rest of the day and night here, out of sight as I properly inspect the contents of what I just found.

Maybe I have a chance. I could win these things. I hope so, at least.

Eulogies:

16th - Melvin Morris, District Three Male, died from injuries sustained by Shelldon

I'm gonna miss Melvin but it's time that the 3Bobbin alliance had some hardships and, sadly, random generator didn't like you Melvin (I had to random it, I like them all :c). I had planned for you to be a Bloodbath but the vulnerability you had and the innocence you brought to the arena along with Bobbin made me want to keep you around and that's what ultimately saved you the first time. At least you died thinking things were perfect. Thank you MessyModgePodge for submitting this cute guy!

Tributes Remaining:

Buckingham, District One

Calloway, District Two

Calamity, District Two

Delta, District Three

Sheldon, District Four

Tesla, District Five

Victoria, District Five

Candella, District Seven

Phantom, District Eight

Bobbin, District Eight

Laurel, District Nine

Dion, District Ten

Brock, District Eleven

Ellie, District Eleven

Alys, District Twelve

Alliances:

Buckingham, Calloway, Calamity, Shelldon, Tesla & Brock

Delta & Bobbin

Phantom & Ellie

Solo Tributes:

Victoria

Candella

Laurel

Dion

Alys

AHHHH IM SO SAD.

I'm gonna miss Melvin :c

Again, not proofread which I know will frustrate some of you but, at the moment, my main concern is getting chapters out. I hope the quality is still the same! (I will go back and check them, eventually.)

I've finally left school though! So I should have some more time to update :)

As always, reviews make me happy~!

-Oli