Lavender Byzantine, District 8

My heart races a million miles an hour, despite knowing I'm not in danger. Well, that's not true. I'm always in danger in the arena.

I returned to the lake that is now completely dried out. I'm trying to keep my composure after Demica's death, but I'm struggling. She was slain in front of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I look down at my hands and they refuse to stop shaking. I take a few deep breaths, which barely help.

I open one of the bottles I got from the feast, drinking it slowly. I shake my head in disappointment. Was it worth it? I think to myself. Another life gone, another tribute lost to the Games. I pull my knees to my chest.

Demica and Samuel will never grow up. They'll never get married, start a family, they'll never get to live. The harsh reality of the situation is killing me inside. I know I couldn't go home if they were still alive, but the thought tears me up inside.

I shake my head. Damn the Capitol. They should throw twenty four of their children into these Games, see how it makes them feel.

I start to dream about a world where things were reversed. Would it really make me feel better if I saw Capitol children fight in the Games? I sigh and lay down in the grass, trying to get comfortable.

I know Samuel and Demica would want me to win, so I will. For them. No one will forget their names.

Holden Hayes, District 5

Anger and disappointment fill my thoughts. Anger that I couldn't protect another one of my allies. Disappointment his death was for nothing, I didn't get anything out of the feast.

I felt a slight feeling of happiness when I saw the boy from One in the sky, but that feeling faded as quickly as it came when I saw little Rail's face in the sky. I didn't get to know him that well, but he helped save my life. And all I did was get him killed.

I think about the remaining tributes. The boy from One died, which leaves the pair from Four as the remaining Careers. The girls from Eleven and Eight are left, along with me which makes five. The final five, four more must die before I can go home.

Both Layla and Rail would want me to win. District Six will never forgive me for what happened, I know that.

I'm so close to winning, I cannot screw up again. There aren't third chances in the arena.

I take a few deep breaths before rising, determined to get out of this arena alive.

Callista Beaufort, District 4

I wander through the grasslands, high on adrenaline, trying not to get too cocky. Majesty is dead, one of my biggest competitors has been eliminated. I wish I had killed Neptune as well, but I knew he would easily overtake me. That was a risk I was not willing to take.

I managed to gather a decent amount of supplies from the feast. I filled a sack with three bottles and a few apples. As I walk I snack on an apple, not realizing how famished I was as I eat. Before I know it, the apple is gone. I decide to wait before eating another, hoping my stomach will settle during the wait.

The sun slowly rises over the horizon, making me realize how quickly time has passed. I try to remember exactly how long I've been in this arena. A week? It sounds right, but I won't know for sure until the Games are over.

I think about my family, and wonder what they are doing in this moment. They must have been interviewed by now, I wonder what they said. I know they're proud of me, and they want nothing more than me to come home. I smile at the thought of my sister, my parents, even Asher. I never realized how much I would miss them.

Just a few more kills before I can leave victorious.

Fodille Earthdrop, District 11

I am parched. That's the one thought that takes over my thoughts. The lack of water is having an effect on me. I feel weaker, slower, not as alert. I feel scared at the thought of running into another tribute. Nothing will protect me, nothing but myself.

I slowly collapse into the grass, trying to catch my breath. Most of me regrets not going to the feast. Who would have paid me any mind? No one knows I can kill, they just see me as another weak outlier. But a part of me knows it was a smart decision. I may have gotten lucky killing Chaze, but I would not have been so lucky a second time.

I close my eyes, wishing my headache would go away. I put my hands on my head. I hear a soft rustling behind me, but the noise isn't loud enough to be a person. But, could it be?

I slowly turn as the girl from Four swings her sword at me. She's the last thing before I join Farn in death.

Fodille-You're with your brother now 3

I'm nearly done writing the Games! It's been difficult to chose a victor, as I've grown attached to everyone.

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