Candella Cartwright, District Seven Female, 15 years old

I've moved far away from the Careers' Cabin now. I saw the break off and really there's no need to watch Tesla and Brock - they'll probably be focused on Calloway.

Since this morning I've moved more towards the lake; with less Careers there's not as much of a danger to return there. Now I can do the much needed refill I've been meaning to do for the past day or so.

For most of the evening, and my refilling, it's been safe but as darkness begins to ascend on the arena I find myself face to face with someone I didn't want to have a confrontation with.

Calloway Haldor.

It started with a whizzing past my ear, just as I was getting comfortable and then, when another sound exactly the same happened, I woke up and realised he was throwing knives up at me. Thank God knife throwing didn't seem to be his forte. That's why I'm jumping from tree to tree, hoping he'll stop targeting me.

It's a risk, jumping from tree to tree when my skills aren't as polished as they could be, but it's rather than than die. I'd rather die trying to escape than letting it happen.

He keeps trying relentlessly to snipe me out of the trees and it's obvious he's clearly well stocked since leaving Brock and Tesla; whether that be from sponsors or just him taking whatever supplies they have left. I keep jumping about until the whizzing stops. I can see him through the leaves but he can't see me. He's looking up, trying to decide what tree I'm in.

Close to him, a tree on his right, is an infant tracker jacket nest that hangs precariously. One knock and I'm sure it'll fall to the ground. I don't know if it'll kill him, but it'd certainly lead him away from me.

Holding onto the tree, I take a deep breath and throw the knife at the nest, knocking it hard enough for it to snap at it's small handle, causing it to fall to the ground. As it's only a small nest there's barely any inside but, as I had hoped, it drives Calloway away from me, allowing me to spend the rest of the night in peace.

There's only nine of us now, I need to be more prepared for things like this.

Ellie Rosebush, District Eleven Female, 14 years old

Dion and I decide to move from the cave to somewhere warmer. We haven't moved in the past day or so, not since we came here, and we're freezing. Like he did before, he picks me up bridal style and we move around the arena.

We need to be careful because there's only nine of us left.

I remind him of this, and he only laughs and shakes his head a little, "That's why we're moving at night."

I nod and I let him take me wherever he can.

We go deeper into the arena, much deeper than I had been, until we come to a raggedy looking cabin. We assume nobody's inside but, to my dismay, there is.

The girl from Three, Delta, pops her head from above the balcony as soon as Dion closes the door.

"What do you want?"

Her voice makes both of us jump in surprise and we look up at her.

Dion motions down to me and smiles weakly, "She was stabbed by someone, we need a warmer place to stay."

She narrows her eyes a little and tilts her head, her voice sounding nothing like I had remembered, "Who stabbed you?"

"Phantom," I say slowly and another face pops over the balcony; Laurel, from Nine.

Delta and Laurel look at each other and seem to discuss something before Delta looks back at us, nodding and motioning for us to come upstairs. It takes us a good few minutes, given the elaborate way in doing so and Dion's need to carry me, but we make it up and Delta helps in making sure I'm comfortable.

We go to speak but the sound of the anthem cuts us short and we all look out of the hole in the wall. Only two faces show up; Phantom and Bobbin, both from Eight.

Delta and Laurel sigh and Dion tilts his head, asking them why.

"Phantom killed her when she probably trusted him the most," Delta says, "Which wouldn't be much trust, but still."

"And who killed Phantom?" I ask, tilting my head a little too.

Delta remains silence and Laurel nods in her direction, "Delta did."

Delta looks down a little and I can see killing him has probably done a toll on her mental health. I smile, trying to appear sympathetic, "You've saved us all from one nasty piece of work."

She nods and we remain in silence. There's nothing to say, but at least we're safer.

Alys Lofric, District Twelve Female, 16 years old

I decide to stay by the creek tonight; the lake is too dangerous. Now with only nine tributes left it's inevitable that the remaining Careers will probably be hunting vicariously tonight. Doing a quick run through in my head, the people in the arena are ones people had predicted to die earlier; Laurel, Candella, Delta, and myself. It gives me hope, crossing off names in my head of people who are here against prediction; it gives me hope that I might be able to survive further on.

I've decided to stay by the creek tonight for the water. I need it. For the past day or so I've been constantly moving; my arm injury has made me restless and I know I can't stay anywhere for extended periods of time, unless at night.

The anthem plays and I move myself so I can see who died.

The first face shown is the boy from Eight, Phantom.

For a second I wonder if what I did contributed to his death and I think it must have; he didn't come chasing after me so clearly he was wounded enough to have to retreat and lie low. I don't feel remorse about his death; if what he had tried to do to me was any indication, I'm sure that the Careers didn't find Ellie at all and that it was he who stabbed her.

The second and final face shown is Eight's Bobbin.

Both District Eight tributes dead in one day? That leaves District Eleven as the only district with both of their tributes. She was young; I'm surprised she made it this far. The girl from Three must have protected her with a vicious need to see her survive. A part of me feels sad that she had to die but that's how the Games go, unfortunately.

As the national emblem fades away and the arena goes silent, I shuffle back against a tree trunk and take sips of my drink, trying to get comfortable for the night.

I hear the beeping of a sponsor parachute and I shuffle upwards, seeing that it's landed on the bank of the creek. I grab the sword I was sponsored earlier and, looking around, I cautiously move towards it.

Inside is some medication and a bandage, my mentor leaving me a message to stay strong and to power on through. I take some of the medication there and then and I make sure to change the dressing on my wound. Nearly instantly I feel revitalised and ready to go.

That's when I hear a snap of a branch.

I turn and ascending on my position is Calloway from Two. I raise my sword, blocking the battleaxe he tries to bring down on my skull. Using my non-dominant hand, I push up against it, causing a break for a few seconds. I attempt to swing my sword with my dominant, injured arm, trying to ignore the shooting pain ripping through it, to force him to jump backwards.

We spar like this for a while, moving in and out of the shallows of the water until he gets the upper hand on me, knocking me to the ground. With my sword, I give him a cut on the arm, causing him to recoil in pain. I waste no time and I move to run away and the last thing I see before everything goes black is the escape route I plan to take.

BOOM!

Eulogies:

9th - Alys Lofric, District Twelve Female, killed by Calloway

It seems as if, Alys, it was inevitable that one of your run-ins with another tribute would lead to this. You kept fighting until the very end and that shows your development. The vibe I got from you when you entered the arena was unsure. Unsure of yourself, the situation, everything. And you developed, albeit running into a tribute every other hour of the day. You fought until the very last moment and it was a pleasure to write you. Thank you so much to 66samvr for Alys!

Tributes Remaining:

Calloway, District Two

Delta, District Three

Tesla, District Five

Candella, District Seven

Laurel, District Nine

Dion, District Ten

Brock, District Eleven

Ellie, District Eleven

Alliances:

Tesla & Brock

Delta, Laurel, Dion & Ellie

Solo Tributes:

Calloway

Candella

Another chapter! We're getting there!

I'm happy that I haven't given up with this story and I hope my future ones are the same; thank you all for staying interested!

Hopefully there'll be another update in a few days.

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-Oli