Hey guys! Here is the next chapter, I think the name is pretty self-explanatory; this chapter is devoted to the loner tributes.

Mila POV (D3)

I run through the desert, away from the Cornucopia and the lingering smell of blood. I've been running for about a day, taking only short breaks, putting my health second to my insatiable desire to get away from the horrors of this morning. It's probably about nine at night, but the arena seems to bend time for me, so the hours felt like eternities.

All of a sudden, a pebble, probably kicked by me, flies into the air, only to bounce right back with a hiss. Experimentally, I toss another small pebble in front of me. It should fly into the vast unending desert beyond, but bounces back off as it makes its airborne arch. A small puff of smoke comes from the spot in the air the pebble hit, and something smells burnt. The Gamemakers must have put a force field up to corral the tributes in. A chilling thought enters my mind: Could the Gamemakers control the force field to push the tributes together? Just as quickly as it comes, I banish the thought, because that may make me too afraid to use my new tool. Yes, the force field is now my tool. The other tributes won't know what hit them.

Maybe I am the wittiest one here, after all.

Derek POV (D3)

Chilled, I burrow deeper into the blanket that I took from the Cornucopia. I was terrified up there, on the mound, stealing the supplies like a regular Career. And the look on that girl's, Emma's, face, was enough to scare anyone senseless. And to make things even worse, her equally scary District Partner swung in to her rescue seemingly from nowhere, and next thing I know Kin's severed head is bleeding on Emma's shoe. Yup, this must be the absolute most fun day of my life! Note the heavy sarcasm.

Now, thanks to the dynamic duo from Four, I am too scared to sleep; every sound is those two coming to massacre me mercilessly. Of course, I am just paranoid. But it never killed anyone to be careful. Besides, it's too soon for Crissy to watch me die. I wanna make it to the final eight, at least. Yeah, like that's gonna happen, some stupid, downer side of me says. What scares me is that this side may also be my reasonable side. Shut up, the other side of Derek, the one that is hopeful and naïve, commands.

I move my feet in circles to keep warm; won't do me any good to freeze to death in here. I laugh in spite of myself, surveying my surroundings. Isn't this a desert? It's supposed to be hot in the desert. Nothing's ever what it's supposed to be in the arena, downer/stupid/reasonable side reminds me.

"Oh well," I say to myself as my eyes droop closed. "Sleep might be good…"

Ax POV (D12)

I stumble around blindly in the woods; my hand is bleeding profusely. Crap, I mutter, seeing the river of dark red dripping to the underbrush. I stumble around some more, curse those stupid killer fish. They should just eat themselves. I chuckle out loud, realizing how stupid that last statement sounded. I must be at least three miles into the woods when I hear almost silent footfalls behind me. I spin around to see a girl with dark blonde hair standing behind me, her mouth a small surprised o.

"You lived," Kesha says finally, tugging at a strand of her streaked hair. Thanks Captain Obvious, I think, but don't voice. She's just as scared as I am.

"Yeah well, barely," I respond vaguely, and her striking blue eyes find my torn hand. She looks back up at me, a question in her eyes. "Damn piranhas got me. Don't worry, it doesn't hurt too much." I add the last part impulsively after seeing her worried eyes. I don't know why, but she shouldn't be worried about me. She raises an eyebrow, which I know is Kesha language for I'm not an idiot, idiot. I grin. "You didn't buy that, huh?" With a shake of her head Kesha rips off the edge of her white camisole, bearing her bejeweled midriff. She comes over to me with the jagged strip of white fabric and binds it tightly around my wound. I wince, and she makes a tsk-ing sound with her teeth.

"This'll help, I swear."

"After it makes me senseless with pain."

"I can make that happen."

At Kesha's last statement I feign offense. She giggles, and finishes wrapping my hand. "All fixed. See ya." Kesha sprints off, and I think of following her but eventually decide not to.

Kesha Goldenrod has just made my life even more confusing.

Sparks Vizens POV (Capitol Teen)

I feel the warmth of Sheena as she snuggles into my chest. "Hey, careful of my hair!" I reprimand to my girlfriend, never tearing my eyes of off the glowing television screen in front of me. Sheena and I are watching, of course, the Hunger Games.

I feel some off the warmth recede as Sheena backs off a little, letting me stop worrying about my new frosted hairdo. On the screen the two tributes from Twelve have met up again. The picture pauses, and the two annoying commentators, Siena and Ptolemy pop onto the screen.

"Ooh-la-la," Siena screeches to her coworker. "Is this the beginning of a new romance, Ptolemy?"

Ptolemy nods vigorously. "I sure hope it is, Siena. I adore these two!" Ptolemy coos back. I'm positive this seemingly harmless exchange between two tributes will be over all the tabloids tomorrow. Sheena shifts towards me, so I pause the T.V. and meet her synthetically gold eyes.

"Don't you think their romance is so tragic, Sparkie?" Sheena moves her face closer to mine. I hate the name but lust for Sheena so I let it pass. "I'm glad ours doesn't have to be." Sheena kisses me almost before she finishes her sentence.

I'm glad ours doesn't have to be too, babe.

Okay, sorry for the short POV's, they'll be longer next time, i pinky-promise :). Anyways, leave a review about who's POV should be next!

P.S. I have a fictionpress account under the pen name BryonyBee, so feel free to check my stories out!