Buckingham Shine, District One Female, 18 years old

Saying I'm annoyed is an understatement. I'm furious. That's twice in one day Shelldon's shown his incompetence. I hate her but maybe Stellar was right; maybe Shelldon isn't Career material after all.

I take some of it back. Some. He did manage to kill the boy from Three, if the cannon belonged to him. But the girl from Three? Eight? Nine? Twelve? They all escaped him. He had chances that Calamity and I didn't have, and he didn't take them. He let them escape. Does he want to make the Careers look incompetent? If he doesn't then he sure isn't going the right way around it.

I trudge behind him, grumbling as I swing my axe. He doesn't talk to me, not after I shouted at him at the ruined cabin. It's made the atmosphere between us pretty awkward, not that I care. I'm sure I could take him down in a heartbeat if he tried to get lucky. As a matter of fact, I'm sure I could take him down regardless of the situation.

Then it hits me.

I couldn't kill Stellar, someone did that for me, but I've got the perfect opportunity to get my revenge. I don't care if I die fighting, I will avenge Burgundy.

"Just own up to it," I say, shouting at him from behind.

He stops, not turning around, "What?"

I change my posture, arms crossed and leaning back on my left leg, "You heard me. Own up to it. You let all those girls go? Pulling a Tesla on them, are we?"

His head turns to face me, but he doesn't look at me, "You didn't kill them either."

I shrug, "You were closer. I thought you were capable. Clearly you're not."

"I am capable," He replies, voice changing slightly. I can tell anger's seeping in and I know I need to take my chance while I still have it.

"Are you taking over Stellar's role? Being useless? An add-on? Something we can get rid of? You don't want to bog us down Shelldon," I say, a shit-eating grin on my face, "You wouldn't want that. I can assure you."

He remains silent and I take this time to laugh. Loudly.

"At least tell me you injured the girls from Three and Eight. Please."

He doesn't say anything but shakes his head slowly, confirming what I had already guessed.

"Well, isn't that a shame?"

I spin my axe once and locate a point of attack. His arm, right where Delta slashed him.

"You let one of our biggest threats get away," I tell him, walking closer, "You had all the chance in the world to kill her and, yet, you didn't."

He looks at me, eyes stern, "She escaped."

"You let her get away."

"She escaped!" He shouts, anger bubbling. It's now or never.

In a fatal swoop I've made a gash so deep in his arm it'll be rendered useless and the best part is? It's his dominant arm.

"You're incompetent," I laugh, clapping my hands, "Fairs though, you made us believe you were useful for this long."

With another swoop I attack his leg, causing him to fall to the floor. I waste no time. I scramble on top of him and land punch after punch on his face, beating him until he's not as resilient with his resistance. He's not going down easily, though, and manages to land a couple of good hits on me - my stomach and my face. I snake my hands around his neck and squeeze, squeeze until his face begins to change colour. The one hand he has tries to push me away by placing pressure on my forehead, clawing at it occasionally. After a few seconds I'm close to giving up but, if I do that, he'll try to kill me. I squeeze harder and harder until the pressure on my forehead stops and his arm falls limp at his side. As I take my hands away I can see him take his final breath and I sit back, waiting.

BOOM!

I've avenged Burgundy. Now I can die in peace.

Calamity Haldor, District Two Female, 18 years old

"Another cannon," Calloway says, leaning back against the outside wall of the cabin, his arms behind his head, "Seems like Buckingham and Shelldon are doing their job well then."

There's hums of approval from myself, Tesla and Brock and we watch the night sky as the fallen tribute sequence is about to be shown.

"Let's see who they got," I say, "Hopefully some of our targets."

I can see the others nod in approval and we wait.

The first one to show up is the boy from Three, Melvin. It's satisfying to see him die, especially after I've been running into him and his alliance every so often. It's also reassuring to know that the two girls have made contact with who I assume is Buckingham and Shelldon and lost someone close to them, proving how big of a threat we pose. It'll be even more satisfying to kill those two next and eliminate the annoyingly sweet, definite fan-favourite alliance.

"I'm glad to see him gone," Brock says, agreeing with my thoughts, "It was getting annoying to follow him and the girls around everywhere."

"Yeah," I join in, "Hopefully the girls'll go too and then it'll be all good."

"Maybe the other canon is for one of them," Tesla says, "I mean, if Melvin died then it wouldn't be hard for Buckingham and Shelldon to kill one of the girls, right?"

Calloway nods, "Makes sense."

We wait again, anticipating either Delta or Bobbin's face to show up but, instead, Shelldon's does.

We're shocked. Stunned, even. None of us expected this. Did Buckingham and Shelldon get ambushed? No. Surely if they did then there'd be a third canon. Buckingham's not that bad of a fighter. She'd take them down. Did Buckingham do this herself? I wouldn't be surprised, given what happened to her brother last year.

"What the fuck..." Calloway breathes out and, in the darkness, I can see the expressions of shock on both Tesla and Brock's faces too.

What message does that give out to the rest of the arena? In the first four days there's been three dead Careers. All of them from traditional Career districts, too.

"I can't believe it..." Tesla breathes.

"I don't want to believe it," I retort, running a hand through my hair. Do the Gamemakers hate us? Are the tributes this year actual fighters?

There's a rustle in the bushes near us and we all arm ourselves, not willing to take any risk now. It continues for a few seconds before Buckingham bursts through. She looks rough; her hair is messed up and it's clear someone's been using it against her, pulling it or something, she has a few bruises littered across her chest and face and, most notably, she has a cut on her forehead from what looks to be fingernails.

"What happened to Shelldon?" Calloway asks after we all jog over to her, fussing over her until she's somewhat patched up together.

"The girl from Three," She says in between heavy breaths, "After Shelldon killed Melvin she attacked him, killing him in cold blood. He wasn't expecting it either. She's brutal. A monster. I tried to take her down but she was clawing at me. The brat from Eight's vicious too - she kicked me in the chest and face until I was forced to give up."

"You're shitting with us," I say, not fully convinced but she shakes her head adamantly.

"Why would I kill him now? My vendetta against Four is no secret but I'm not stupid enough to kill him when we need strength in numbers. Those girls are dangerous, especially the one from Three. She's like a mastermind. I feel bad for Bobbin, she's basically under control."

Looking at Buckingham, it's plausible. I don't want to believe her but she's proven herself to be a tough fighter - something really had to be against her to get her to give up.

"Well then." Calloway says, looking around after a few seconds of silence, "Looks like we need to up our Game."

There's a hum of agreement and the five of us head back into the Cabin.

Delta Mono, District Three Female, 17 years old

Bobbin and I haven't stopped moving since Melvin died. The two Careers have left us alone, obviously, but we can't stop. We need to make sure we're safe before we recollect our emotions and set the new plan. As much as Melvin meant to us, we can't let it hinder us anymore than it already has. I feel terrible for thinking that but it's true. Dwelling over it makes us sitting ducks.

I've been holding Bobbin's hand tightly all day. Half because I can't lose her but half because she's been sniffling and crying. It's taken it's toll on her, that much is for sure. Seeing someone die at any age is horrific and her being so young makes it all the worse. It makes me feel even guiltier. If only I had acted quicker, pushed him, or done anything, he could still be here. We could still be the perfect trio that we were. We could make it to the final three and then one of them could've won. All these could've's yet nothing, nothing can bring him back.

We find a cave near the lake that, like the Cabin, appears untouched. Taking the risk, I turn on the flashlight we have and look inside. It's empty and I turn to Bobbin.

"I know it looks scary," I say as she looks inside and whimpers slightly at the sight of it, "But it'll be okay, promise."

She looks at me for a few seconds before nodding, allowing me to lead her inside.

We move to the very back, concealing ourselves well. If we get trapped in here then it's game over for the both of us.

When she thinks we're safe Bobbin begins to cry a little more audibly and I move, coaxing her to lean against me as I run my hand through her hair to soothe her.

"Shhh, it'll be alright," I say softly, squeezing her slightly, "We'll be fine. Me and you, we'll make it."

Bobbin looks up and, through breaths and a broken voice she says, "A-Are you sure? D-Do you r-really m-mean it?"

I nod, smiling softly at her, "I promise. Me and you. Final two. We'll be an unstoppable force."

She lets herself laugh a little and I squeeze her again. I want to cry too, I really do, but I can't. I can't because I need to stay strong for Bobbin, to show her someone who's brave and courageous, to be someone she can rely on and allow herself to be dependent on. It's in this moment that I realise why Gage never cried, or at least not in front of me. When you're someone else's will to keep on going you can't show any signs of weakness. If you're weak to them then they stay weak. I won't be weak for Bobbin. I refuse.

"I'll protect you until the very last moment," I say, "I promise."

She raises her pinkie towards mine, the innocence within the act overwhelms me for a second and I need to cough to stop the tears from choking my throat. I link my pinkie with hers and shake it a little, "I promise."

Laurel Eresong, District Nine Female, 15 years old

I don't have a plan for tonight, there's no one place I want to go and subsequently I just wander around the arena. It goes well at first - I find some discarded packages with small amounts of food left in them, unwanted sponsor gifts like matches and bland, tasteless food and, most hauntingly, Calloway and Brock.

I hadn't intended to find them, obviously, but when I run into them it's mistakable. The darkness of the arena showed no indications of them and I walk straight into the chest of Brock. He and Calloway both turn when I do and laugh. It takes a few seconds for the adrenaline to kick into my body and, when it does, my first instinct is to attack Brock. I don't kill him, no, but I slash his chest, causing him to stumble backwards which allows me to run.

I don't hear them chasing me for a few seconds but then the thundering of footsteps behind me gives it away - they're chasing me. Given three Careers have died now they clearly want to prove something and, to them, I'm going to help make that point.

I don't dare look back, not for a second, until I reach a decent tree to climb. I shove my knife into my belt, narrowly missing my body, and begin to climb. I make sure to stomp on the bottom branch multiple times so it breaks off, preventing my attackers from following me. I ascend the tree higher and higher and I can see Brock and Calloway at the bottom of the trunk, shouting obscenities at me, telling me how they're going to kill me. I don't stop climbing until I'm high enough where their throws of knifes and axes miss me comfortably. I listen to their shouts for what seems like eternity before the move away. They'll be back in the morning, that much is for sure. I make a mental note to move away as early as I can.

I set myself up for the night in the branch. The tree I'm in is hollowed slightly at the trunk of the level I'm at, allowing me to lodge myself comfortably inside. I wrap myself up with my blankets and keep my slingshot with the spiked seeds in my hand - I need to be ready to attack at any given moment.

As I begin to drift off I hear some rustling and I move forwards, craning to see what caused the noise. In the tree adjacent to mine is Candella. She doesn't know I'm here and watches a single direction intently. Clearly I'm near a point of interest. That doesn't run through my mind for two long though, no, the major thing running through my mind is the fact that I can kill her and establish myself as a threat. Maybe I'd get sponsors...

I load up my slingshot and aim it at her head. If I hit it, which I'm sure I will, she'll be confused enough to fall from her branch and land on the floor. We're both quite high up - falling from this height will ensure a near certain, fatal death.

Just as I'm about to let go I remember how the two of us escaped the Cornucopia. We weren't allies but I'm sure the two of us looking as if we were stopped other tributes from attacking us whilst the Careers were too busy killing senselessly. I try to let go but I can't; the memory is too strong. I sigh, lowing my slingshot and letting the seed fall in my lap. I retreat to my small cubby hole and let myself drift off. Maybe in the morning my emotions won't be so heightened.

Ellie Rosebush, District Eleven Female, 14 years old

It's taken him a lot of convincing but I get Phantom to let us move out of the dense forest. We can't stay here forever; all it takes is for an alliance, the Careers, to get confident and investigate together for us to die. He had insisted that it was a great place, that no tribute would ever think to look here but I disagree. As I said, all it takes is a matter of time before they get confident and then we're dead.

As we get close to the edge, about to step out into the sparser forest, he stops me and holds me back.

"What?" I ask, looking confused, my hand hovering over the knife in my belt - just in case.

"We should split up the supplies," He says, "In case we get separated."

I look him up and down but I see his logic; he's got some decent food on him and I wouldn't want to pass up that opportunity.

I open up my backpack and he does the same, swapping the various things. I can't help but think I've got the short end of the stick with a lesser amount of water and some of the less desirable food but I don't complain; I can survive on grosser foods than this.

"Ready"? I ask and he nods.

I think I head a knife being raised but I pay no attention to it - the arena has made me hear things and see things that aren't true. I'm becoming delirious, a thing that I didn't want to happen to me when I'm only fourteen. As I take a step out of the dense forest I feel a sharp pain in my stomach and I look down, seeing a blade inside of me that reflects against the moonlight. It's dragged out of me slowly and I fall to the ground. I look behind me and I see Phantom standing over me, laughing at me. He kicks me once before running away, leaving me for dead.

I try to clutch the wound shut, bending over slightly to achieve this. I can't go outside of the forest, not now, and I have no other choice than to retreat back into the forest and nurse my wounds.

It hits me, however, that Phantom just betrayed me and is leaving me to perish on my own.

Phantom Spinarid, District Eight Male, 18 years old

I don't get very far in the arena after abandoning Ellie, leaving the Careers she hypothesises so much about to find her. I run into a moving Victoria who wastes no time in scrambling to her feet and aiming an arrow at me. It hits me harder than ever that I could die right now and I hold up both of my hands in an attempt to save my life.

"We should ally," I say, trying to put emphasis on a scared tone in my voice, "Please?"

Victoria laughs, "Why should I? Seems like it'd be much more beneficial to kill you."

"The C-Careers got me - they attacked me and Ellie. They're coming this way. If we allied we might be able to take them on."

She narrows her eyes at me and shakes her head, "Not a good enough reason. I work alone for a reason."

She pulls back the string of her bow, ready to shot me, but something stops her. The rustling of leaves and the sound of footsteps causes her to put down her bow and run in the opposite direction. She doesn't give me another word but simply glares at me. She's dangerous and determined and I can already tell she won't be able to be manipulated by me.

Like her, I run away from the spot we're in. The footsteps could belong to anyone; the Careers, another tribute, or Ellie herself who figures she has nothing left to lose and will gladly take her dying breath and kill me with it.

As I traverse the arena for the first proper time I make sure to look at every detail I can see, given the light levels of the arena. I find nothing, repeatedly nothing, for my entire length of the arena. I pass the lake, filling up on my water, and I pass the small creek. I even pass a cave that looks far too dangerous for me to stay in.

Eventually I come to an enclave of trees and, in the centre, lies a hidden tribute. I think it's Alys from Twelve.

I smile to myself and move back, climbing a very basic and stumpy tree, waiting for her to wake up.

Eulogies:

15th - Shelldon Flanders, District Four Male, killed by Buckingham

I loved Shelldon and the unique dynamic he brought to the Games. I liked how he was underestimated by some and showed them that he was more than capable. Sorry bud but Buckingham's District Four blood lust got the better of her and you perished. You didn't know it, but the cannon did belong to Melvin and you've messed up Delta and Bobbin mentally. You've achieved more than Stellar, that's for sure. Thank you so much to 66samvr for Shelldon!

Tributes Remaining:

Buckingham, District One

Calloway, District Two

Calamity, District Two

Delta, District Three

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, Tesla & Brock

Delta & Bobbin

Solo Tributes:

Victoria

Candella

Phantom

Laurel

Dion

Ellie

Alys

I'm going on holiday for a few days so here's another update to keep you all going!

As always, reviews make me happy~!

-Oli