An Act of Suicide:

Hope Leveret's P.O.V.

I walked steadily along a dirt path; how did I know it was dirt covered in snow? Don't ask. I was shivering, but it was getting warmer. I could tell. The trees were becoming more and more dense, hinting I was closer to ground. I was hoping to find another tribute to ally with, because of Rae's incident… Maybe that Noeh kid from District 3? He looked good enough to ally with.

Or maybe that one eighteen-year-old from District 12? What was his name? Jim Stewart! That's it, yeah, maybe him? I followed the path for about twenty minutes before I got bored. I turned left and fell through a hole, not watching my step. I landed on a dirt ground, and saw two people standing next to me. The boy ran to my aid. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, fine," I said though my head was pounding. "How far of a drop is that?

"Ehh, maybe ten feet. Sorry, do you need anything?"

"Yeah, an ally," I said.

"We'll ally with you," the girl finally spoke up. I think her name was Kalm. Kalm something to do with trees. Pines! Kalm Pines.

"Cool," I said. This was not the kind of ally I was thinking of, but it looked alright. "So is this your hideout?"

"Yeah, we lost one of our friends here…" said Kalm. I didn't have any comforting words so I thought it would just be better if I didn't say anything. "You can sleep right there," she said pointing to a spot on the floor. I thanked her and set my dart gun and dart pouch down in the corner. She seemed shocked to see it, but grateful that we had protection. Good thing these outfits were so warm, because none of us had sleeping bags. I lied down while they built a door. They didn't want me to have to worry about it so I didn't. After a while, we all lied down. Needing no one to guard the door, we could all have a good night's rest; which was good because I was tired.

Zane Burwell's P.O.V.

The temperature was rising as we walked down the side of the mountain, but not rapidly or warm. It was still at least -5 degrees and walking was just blowing wind in our faces. But we had to get to the ground, it gives us a better chance at winning. Well, it gives me a better chance at winning. As if I really care about those low-life losers who call themselves Careers. Well, that Zove kid is somewhat useful but other than him, nobody really. All I really want to do is kill people and win. As soon as every tribute gets to the ground, I will turn my back on the Careers and attack everyone. I will win and I will be Victor!

Santana Sanchez's P.O.V.

I was getting tired. We had been walking for at least an hour, if not more. We have to take breaks about every ten minutes because the cold wind is hurting our lungs. All these people are stronger than me; I'm only 12. At least they even took me; hopefully that trap I set back about 400 yards will strike someone. I mean, it has to. It's an excellent trap that was influenced by an old man named Beetee. He was also from District 3. He died long ago but he was excellent. He was a victor in one of the Hunger Games and was put back in the 75th Hunger Games, the 3rd Quarter Quell. The entire previous victor's had to be drawn out, still one boy and one girl, or one man and one woman, or one crippled and another crippled. Some of the victors were seriously old. Anyway, Beetee set a trap to kill the rest of the remaining tributes. He tied a string of wire to a tree that got struck by lightning every 24 hours. Johanna Mason and Katniss Everdeen took the wire and were going to put it in the water, electrocuting the remaining tributes, when things got crazy.

He was my inspiration to create this trap. I used a piece of glass and got direct rays from the sun. I shined it down on the wire, making it hot. The next person to step on it will be fried. It's perfect. We were getting closer to ground, maybe two- or three-thousand feet left. Ugh.

Noeh Jameson

Where were they going? I had to find out. It meant either a certain death, or a new ally. One way or the other, it's an improvement. I've been following the footsteps for about a half an hour and now they kept going. Wherever this tribute was going, they sure didn't feel like stopping. I sped up the pace, following step after step after step of twists, turns, curves, paths… Finally I reached a path of snow covered in leaves, sticks, and more snow. I could hear voices under it so I knocked.

The door flew open and a dart gun was in my face. "Whoa! Whoa! I come in peace!" I yelled. The dart gun retreated and there were three faces eyeing me suspiciously. It was the girl from one, Hope, the guy from six, Eric, and the girl from seven, Kalm. "I was just following somebody's footsteps hoping to find an ally and I guess I got more than I was hoping for!"

"Good," Eric started. "The more allies the better. Come on in, and you're name is?"

"Noeh. Noeh Jameson."

"Well welcome, Noeh. You can have that spot over there." He pointed to a little section, obviously telling me where my "staying" area is. "Do you have any weapons or anything?"

"Well, I got a backpack but I haven't had time to look through it yet," I answered.

We all gathered in the center of the little hut to search through the pack. Inside it was a sleeping bag, a pair of socks, a pair of gloves, 2 knives, a piece of plastic, and a hat. "Wow, well you can put anything you don't mind sharing over in that corner." He motioned toward a corner with a knife blade, a water bottle, a dart gun, and a pouch with poison darts. I lied down one of my knives (the other was safely tucked in my boot), my socks, gloves, the plastic, the hat, but kept the sleeping bag. There was room for everyone in the sleeping bag (it was fairly big) so we arranged comfortably: Me, Hope, Eric, and Kalm. Kalm didn't mind being next to people she barely knew, but Eric sure did. He looked about ready to get out of the sleeping bag. Slowly, very, very slowly, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Luna Sohma's P.O.V.

I almost passed out. The pain in my legs was excruciating. I couldn't walk any longer, I had to rest. I plopped over on the ground, with everyone following after. We were all so tired. We needed sleep, and we knew it, but we also needed to reach ground. I pulled out a water bottle from my backpack and took a long drink. It helped a bit but my legs still hurt. They made me get back up, though I didn't want to. Out of nowhere, we heard two cannons fire. Now I couldn't wait for tonight, when it would show the seal of the Capitol, afterwards showing the dead tributes.

I managed to get up and walk. Ground was closer and it was warmer. Not take off our coats warm but it was warmer than it was at the top. My legs felt like they were going to fall off. Before I passed out, Zove picked me up and carried me. "Thank you," I managed a feeble whisper into his ear. Then, I passed out.

Zove Zibron's P.O.V.

Luna was having trouble walking; she was so small, so feeble, and weak. She didn't deserve to be in these Games; these sick, sick games. I went over and picked her up and she struggled to whisper the words, "Thank you," in my ear. I think she passed out because she wasn't moving. She was surprisingly light, too. We kept moving, and temperatures rising, the ground came closer. The sun was starting to set, but I knew we could make it to the ground before dark. We had to, for Luna.

I moved a bit quicker, but as I did, Luna and my bag seemed to gain about 20 pounds each. It was harder to move and I had to stop and rest. We couldn't make it to the ground, or so I thought. Then out of nowhere, the mountain starts shaking, giant balls of snow tumbling down at speeds unknowable by man, we were dead unless we sprinted which was impossible.

Finally, everyone got the hint and moved faster. When we were running I tripped over a big snake hole in the ground, dropping Luna and the bag. I was well out of reach of the snowball chasing after us, as was my backpack, but not Luna. I tried to move, to do anything to move her. But I couldn't. Then the least expected thing happened: Santana ran, with all her speed and might, and shoved Luna out of reach of the snowball therefore squashing herself. All I saw was Luna sitting up, confused, and a bloody snowball running down the side of a mountain. Santana was gone, and we knew for sure when I heard the cannon sounded, referring to Santana Sanchez's death.

Lattie Meyen's P.O.V.

After the whole snowball incident, I don't think anyone was tired anymore. We were so close to ground, you could practically feel it. Literally. The temperature went from 0 to about 20. We stepped off the mountain (finally) and walked away from. Oh, no. We were in the worst place you can possibly be. A desert. We walked farther from the mountain to feel the sun's warmth, causing us to take off our coats, sweatpants, and boots leaving us in our jackets, shorts, and tennis shoes.

We turned around to see the height of the mountain. It was enormous! There were no words to describe it. I saw more of the tributes climbing down, getting closer. They were being forced down by something. We kept walking and I looked at my thermometer on my arm. It read: 99 degrees. Now I wasn't sure if I'd rather be on the mountain.

Jason Matthews P.O.V.

We (we being me, Colton, Lexi, and Garrett) were walking, no scratch that, running down the slope. There was only one was to explain why: AVALANCHE! Tons of snowballs were rolling down the hill at top speeds trying to nail us into the mountain. We were zigzagging, ducking, jumping, hiding… It was a jumble! I couldn't breathe as I sprinted and the cold air froze my lungs. I needed a break I knew I couldn't have. Colton was flying about a few yards ahead of all of us, his sister close behind, me about 4 feet behind her, and Garrett close on my trail.

I don't think I had ever ran this fast in my life. Then again, I don't think I'd ever had a reason to. Until now, of course. We finally reached the ground and the snowballs seemed to evaporate into some imaginary hole. I tried to say "weird" but I couldn't even breathe. About 500 yards down, and to the right, were the Careers and about 300 yards to the right, and 100 yards to the front, were another group of allies. Another three tributes were alone; no alliances. I felt heat and took of my coat, sweats, and boots. The rest of my group did the same. We packed them all into a bag we found on the mountain and Garrett carried it. I had my backpack I got at the Cornucopia and Colton had his. Lexi had another small pack.

We walked out into the hot sun of the desert and realized it was a square. A square with a mountain on one side of it, there was only one way down the mountain and we all followed it. The avalanche forced us all into the hot desert that was probably 2 miles by 2 miles. We were all probably as split as we can get. I knew a bloody battle was coming, and obviously so did Lexi because she looked like she had tears in her eyes. I knew it was coming, and I was ready.

Delia Marques's P.O.V.

Aileen, Dareon, and I were all together in the desert, stripping into our shorts and tank tops. The ground was even too hot to take off our shoes. We put our clothes into one of the packs, and they just managed to fit. We looked around. It was square with all of us trapped in it. Who was left? I guess we'd find out. It was close to dark. Since the arena was square, I doubt any tribute is getting any sleep.

I eyed the other tributes. There were the Careers, obviously, a group of four, another group of two, three tributes with no group, and us. A war between us was coming soon, so I needed to know my competition. I waited, with Dareon behind me, bow and arrow in hand, and watched my competition.

Zendaya Alweather's P.O.V.

I was alone. No alliance, no anyone. I was going to die. I just knew it. The Careers still looked strong over there, there's a somewhat big group of four, two, two others… Maybe one of the loners wanted to ally? But should I risk asking? I had a knife, no allies, and nowhere to put my snow outfit. I decided to sit on it, and wait. I knew Berrie Opimium, the announcer, would make some announcement about the final bloodbath. So I would sit here, and wait.

Aileen Vaan's P.O.V.

So we were all in the desert. No idea how we got there, all I remember is a lot of snow, then heat… My allies were in their jackets and shorts, but I hadn't even taken off my coat. I wasn't hot though. It was weird, but I decided to take it off anyway. My thermometer read 100 and it was almost dark. Everyone was surely waiting for the Capitol seal and an announcement. And so were we. I was going to do everything I could to win. And I, Aileen Vaan, was ready.

Colton Clark's P.O.V.

We were all waiting for two things: the deaths of the day (which is day four by the way) and a special announcement from Berrie. There was sure to be some war bathed in blood in the near future, and I knew it. Heck, everyone knew it. We were all ready to fight, kill, and win. Except for Lexi, of course. But anyway, now it was time. The sky was dark and the seal of Panem shined across the sky. It showed all the previous deaths of the Games.

Jamal Savis

Rae Landcaster

Santana Sanchez

Angie

Nathon

Eric Glasse

Kalm Pines

Hark Lutz

"Hello, everyone!" Berrie announced over the arena. "Special announcement. Tomorrow will be a very special day. Just wanted to let everybody know, be ready!" and that was it. I didn't know what to say but everybody grabbed a weapon and we took turns sleeping. Of course, I had to keep watch first. But I didn't care. I was ready.

Lina Catagorski's P.O.V.

I was alone now. Hark ran off. I tried to follow when I heard other voices. I hid in a tree and watched the whole thing. Eric and Kalm were chasing him with a knife, trying to kill him. He stepped on something and he fell to the ground shaking. Eric stabbed him in the chest and he too started shaking. Kalm touched Eric and the same thing happened to her. After about five minutes of this, it stopped. Now, I'm alone. Maybe I could team up with that Zendaya girl. I got up and started toward her. "I want to ally with you!" I called to her when I was about 20 yards away. She didn't let me get any closer.

"Why?" she called back.

"Because I-"