Callista Beaufort, District 4

I stay on the move, trying not to be in one place for too long. I was shocked when I saw the faces in the sky, Chaze is really gone. Secretly, I'm relieved. He was always too angry, too unpredictable. It always kept me on edge.

I refuse to find my previous allies. I've seen how they work together, how friendly and smart they are with each other. I know as soon as I show up they'll kill me, no question. I can't let my guard down, not this far in. I always have to stay one step ahead of them.

As I continue moving forward, I take in the size of the arena. I never realized how big the grasslands are. I've felt like I've walked miles yet have made little progress. With every passing minute it gets more and more difficult to swallow. I start to worry about my lack of supplies, no food, no water, only a single sword. I stop walking and take a good look around the area I stand in. I know there's a lake somewhere, but I'm not sure which direction. Do I try to backtrack and return to the cornucopia? Or do I pick a direction and hope it's the right one? I'm lost in thought when a rustling in the distance makes me jump. I grip my sword tightly and crouch, suspecting another tribute is in my presence. I take slow, quiet breaths, trying to listen for another sound. I hear it in the form of footsteps and begin to move forward, trying to keep my noise to a minimum.

I see him before he sees me. I run out of the grass, his blue eyes widen with fear. I think he tries to say something, but my sword slices him in half before he gets the chance. The cannon fires, signaling the end of the boy from Three.

I quickly search his body and find no supplies. I swear, irritated that I'm back to step one. As I think of what to do, I see his jacket laying in the distance. I walk over to it and see half melted snow laying in it. I cup my hands and dip it in the cold water, slowly drinking. It's not much, but it's enough to refresh me. So, this is how he has survived for so long without supplies. I'm impressed, really. He was a true survivor.

I decide staying put will be my best bet for the night. In the morning, I will scope out the direction of the lake and make a camp there. Nobody will stand in my way to victory.

Samuel Tobin, District 9

The cannon firing scares me awake. I hold my hand to my chest, trying to control my breathing. I see the same look on my allies faces. By the position of their bodies, I realize someone fell asleep on guard. Fear quickly turns into anger.

"Who was supposed to be on guard?" I stand up quickly, looking at my two allies. I see the look on Lavender's face and it tells me all I need to know.

"I'm sorry….I didn't realize how tired I was." I can tell she's sincere by the tone of her voice, but anger overtakes reason.

"That cannon could have been you, you have to be more careful." I say, storming off towards the lake. I sit at it's edge, splashing water into my face. The water turns brown and I sigh. I am in desperate need of a bath.

I hear footsteps coming towards me and I turn to ensure it's an ally. Demica stands a few feet away from me.

"She truly is sorry." Demica states flatly. I sigh.

"I know she is, but it doesn't make it any less wrong. It was careless." I say quietly, my mind suddenly jumping to last years Games. How careless Grant was. I shut my eyes, wishing I could disappear from this arena. God, why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be any of us?

Demica puts her hand on my shoulder and I open my eyes. I sigh, feeling no more strength to stay angry. Demica and I walk together back to Lavender, who sits on the ground with her knees to her chest. Her head is turned away from us. I crouch down next to her.

"I'm sorry I got mad at you." I manage to get out. She turns her head to face me.

"You better be." She tells me. My face is about to turn red when I see a small smile form on her face. I roll my eyes and stand up.

I will never understand girls.

Fodille Earthdrop, District 11

I open my eyes and I'm taken back by my location. I sit up in my bed, looking from side to side. I am back in my room in District 11.

I take deep breaths, worried I will begin to hyperventilate. I slowly pull the sheets off of me and step out of bed. There is a weird sensation all over my body, but I cannot put my finger on it.

The knock at my door makes me jump.

"Can I come in?" I gasp when I recognize the sweet voice of my little brother. I run over to the door and try to open it, but my hands keep slipping off the knob. After my many failed attempts, he turns the knob successfully and stands in front of me. I start crying tears of happiness. I get down on my knees and hug him tightly. He hugs me back.

"Did you kill the bad man?" He asks me. I pull back from the hug, crying even harder than before.

"Yes, brother. I killed him for you." Farn smiles at me, his sweet blue eyes form tears as well.

"You're going to win for us, right? You have to win." He takes my hands and I grip him tightly. I never want to get go.

"Of course, baby brother. I will win, for you." Just as I finish my sentence, the room around me begins to fade away. I start to hyperventilate. I pull Farn in tightly.

"Please, please don't go. Please, don't leave me again!" I beg of him. As he wraps his little arms around me, I no longer feel the warmth of his body. Everything has faded away from me.

I wake up with a scream, and immediately cover my mouth. My entire body is covered in sweat. It takes a long time for me to regain a steady breathing pattern. I swear out-loud, and start to cry. I thought killing Chaze would make me feel better, but nothing has changed. Farn is still dead, and my life is still at risk.

I sit with my knees to my chest, making myself as small as possible. I let out a quiet cry, not caring about the opinion of those watching me on television. I don't care about anything but my brother, my sweet brother.

I wish I was better, stronger, even braver. I wish I could have protected him. It should have been me who died, not him. Anybody but him. A final sob escapes before I am dried out of tears. The Games have drained me of all my emotion and now, I feel nothing.

I am nothing.

Another short one, but we lost another tribute. Oh Flux, you were a lot of fun to write. I know you regret your actions back home, you had a good heart.