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7.
Chiara Varese, Female, District 2.
I am staring up at a huge, huge squirrel. It's a chestnut colour and it's teeth look sharp, If it wasn't foaming from the mouth with it's read eyes gleaming rabbidly at me I probably would have tried to cuddle it. I know it sounded demented and I gripped my sword tightly in my hand ready to strike. This was new. I was a devoted follower of the Hunger Games. The Capitol favoured my District deeply, we had a victor already and many of us were keen to prove that we too were capable of winning, of becoming victors. A training centre of our own had been built in our District for us to train in, state of the art. I spent all my free time in there. I knew the cameras were trained on me, the whole Capitol was waiting and this was my moment to prove myself. I want to prove it to my family. I can do this. I lunge forwards and the muttation, I had seen them in the rebellions when I was just a little girl, attacked too. It scratched me and for a moment I was terrified the claws were infected. But I was strong and dedicated, I took the opportunity to sink my blade as deep into that squirrel's gut as I could. It was cute, I might ask if I can mount the fur on my wall in my mansion in Victor Village when I get back home. A parachute drops towards me at once and I smirk. It was a hot, tropical temperature in the arena and many of the tributes were dying from these squirrels who seemed so innocent. I was ready to kill anything in my way of that crown. We all should have seen it coming, tributes stabbing one another wasn't going to be enough to contain the Capitol and their raging blood lust. I am glad my time has come now, before the games become even more deadly. I have heard there is a crack team of people who control every aspect of the games, there are whispers among the Districts of them, gamemakers people are calling them. They choose when the sun comes up and down, they are who makes that canon sound when a tribute dies and they have chosen to bring these muttations into the games. Who says they aren't capable of controlling our minds too in here?
8.
Orlando Swallow, Male, District 7.
My fingers are frostbitten, they are frozen solid and blue. I can't move them and I can barely grip my dagger. I've eaten all the food I have left in a desperate last minute try for warmth and I haven't slept since the games started four days ago. They are all dead but me and one other boy. The snow on the ground is brutal, I have tried to climb but can't grip the trees anymore, I just fall down every time and the last time I felt something crack in my back. Not again. I trip over something in the snow and realise it is the body of one of the dead tributes, my heart goes out to them at once. Like most of them they have all died from frostbite, their skin is completely blue, I wouldn't have been surprised if they had been covered in a thin layer of ice. I can see my breath rippling out before my eyes, it looked like steam and the thought makes me think of home once again. Working in the giant lumber mills was better than this, I am a strong boy, nearly a man. I can do this, I can hold on a little longer. No one has sponsored me, as in no one has sent me any of those miracle little parachutes. No one thought I was ever going to make it this far. I ignore my fingers and trudge very slowly up the snow covered hill wondering where on earth this final tribute is hiding. I can see the whole arena before me, there is nowhere to hide from and nowhere to make a shelter, I found a cave but saw a hungry bear inside. It might have been a mutt for all I knew and I took off as soon as I could. Then I see it, a little way off to my left I can't believe I've never seen it before now. She was lucky as I saw the fire flickering away, standing out like a blazing sore thumb amongst the background of eternal white. I stumbled over to her, trying to be as quiet as I can, my boots making deep footprints in the snow as I crunch along. She had been given matches and had lit a fire. It was the only true way anyone was going to survive any longer in these games. Her back is to me and she is rubbing her hands together trying to keep warm, she's young, she's shivering and I'm sure her lips are turning blue. I will make it warm for both of us and I keep my eyes firmly on the in front of me as I bring my dagger down.
9.
Mags Irvin, Female, District 4.
The arena was built for me. The gamemakers had created a large beach like setting with large expanses of salt water, there was no food but what we could catch in the waters ourselves. It meant that most people were very hungry, but they wouldn't leave the waters edges in case the occasional fish flopped out of the waters and they could catch it themselves. They made us train this year before hand. They took us to a building in the heart of the Capitol and gave us three days to train at different stations to build up our skills and make the games more interesting. I didn't care for weaponry unlike the strong tributes from District 1 and 2. I knew that I needed to learn how to survive. My District is the fishing District. I know how to fish, that was child's play, we learn how to catch fish before we can talk. I am so grateful I spent time at the edible plants stations, the ones no one else bothered with. I did it mostly, because I struggle with new people. I never expected to have any contact with the other tributes till we were in the arena, training was unusual and instead of showing off and trying to intimidate the others, I was meek and shied away. It was saving my life right now though. I inspected another but carefully and decided it was the same as some I ate a couple of days ago, it had a tangy flavour and I didn't care for nuts much. Not when there was a platter of seafood in the rivers waiting for me. Perhaps if I can just last a little longer I will be able to get some. I've made a couple of traps using some rope and netting but they aren't much. I don't want to kill anyone and I won't if I can help it. But I have always prided myself on the slightly embarrassing ability of mine to be able to make a fishhook out of anything. I'm sure it will save my life a little later, it's a multi-purpose tool after all. I can use it to fish with, and I can use it to kill with if it really comes to that. The District partners from 9 abandon the expanse of water they are guarding when they hear a rustling from somewhere to their right and they both set off, gripping their weapons tightly. I spring out as soon as I can't see them anymore and sink luxuriously into the waters, it embraces me and caresses me, it was as if the water itself held healing powers. It rejuvinated me and I sighed blissfully. I took out my fishhook and at once set to work, a canon sounded above me and I sighed knowing it was District 9 who had made the kill. That meant there was just eight of us left. I might actually have a chance. I would very much like to see my brother and that boy again.
10.
Clive Ratten, Male, District 8.
Night has fallen over the arena. It's a little chilly but I don't mind it too much. The gamemakers have been kind enough to put some stars up in the fake sky above us and as I watched I'm sure I see a shooting star. I'm tucked away safe in a tree, I've seen quite a few of the victors favour trees in the past few years. The arena isn't as bad as last year's I would have been dead long ago on that beach. It's dark and comforting on my eyes and I want to fall asleep, I will soon out of sheer exhaustion. It is day three after all. I yawn behind my hand, careful not to make too much noise and rest my head back. I look up at the camera a couple of branches higher than me and roll my eyes. I hate the Capitol watching me, it's so invasive. I'm about to slip into dreamland when something blazes out across the night sky and I start, nearly falling out of the tree. I right myself and think of the Capitol laughing at me in their homes. I roll my eyes again wondering what on earth is with this theme tune. I look up and see something written in the sky, it's projected there for all the tributes to see.
THE FALLEN.
I look up and see the pictures of the tributes who died earlier in the bloodbath and the Districts they are from, they all flash across the screens and then it comes to my District partner, Red. We had been good friends and I break down as I see his face high above me in the sky. At least he's at peace, unlike me. I wonder if I could just forget everything, if I could just go to sleep and never wake up one day, but no. It will never happen, I will awake in the very same place I am in today. I wipe furiously at the tears cascading down my cheeks in rivulets and sigh running a hand through my hair. I look at the surrounding trees and notice a beehive on one a couple of branches away, the insects don't look threatening but I've heard of some new mutts being brought into the games. It would make sense that something would be lethal in here. Maybe I could use it as a weapon later, I don't have anything with me right now besides a small knife. It might be enough though.
11.
Pearl Marks, Female, District 1.
A decade of Hunger Games has passed and it has already changed from the brutal slaughters of the first games. I was far too young for my mother to allow me to watch the 1st Hunger Games, but I saw it on the train they brought me to the Capitol on. The train was beautiful and fancy, a real diamond. I loved it and craved to be a part of the Capitol's oppulence. They wanted us to taste some of the high life before we died, how utterly sweet of them. I watched as many of the previous games as I could. But I never weakened, or feared what I was going in to. In training I struck up a conversation with the tributes from District 2 and suggested teaming up, an alliance so to speak. We could go round in a pack, picking off the other tributes, only the strong would be allowed in my pack and we could destroy them all till it was just us four left. It seems like a good plan, then we can split and it's fair game. We have all been training for the Hunger Games and all of us are ready, I'm pretty good with a bow and arrow and even better thanks to my days in the training centre. I'm better than the others thats for sure and because we're working as a team, the parachutes are always dropping in. It's a good system, we are popular, we are liked, we are loved by the Capitol. A camera even interviewed me on the train and asked me if I was excited for the games. I told them I was, it was the truth after all. The victors all get spoiled rotten, taken to the best parties, they never have to want for anything. They might even interview me again for the public once I'm crowned a victor. This year they want to take the victor on a tour of all the Districts, it's sounds very exciting. I can't wait for it.
12.
Lorel Hawkins, Female, District 9.
I am smart. Thank god I am smart or I would have been dead back then. I managed to kill two of the careers, that's what everyone called them after the two strongest Districts teamed up and killed every other tribute off before facing each other last year. It was despicable to me. The same had happened this year, District 1, District 2 and a boy from District 4 all thought they were superior to the rest of us. That is until recently, when I trapped them both in my snares and watched them dangle helpless together from that tree, they thought it was my main shelter, my base. They were so wrong, my real base was in that cave they passed a while ago. This was all part of the plan, fools. They kept laughing at me as I grinned back at them, I had no weapons and though they now had none either, since they had fallen to the ground they were still confident enough. I picked up the weapons and began to walk away and their laughter only increases, even when I withdraw from my pockets the grain I have harvested from the nearby wheat field and begin to sprinkle it all over them inside the snares. I knew what to do with the wheat the moment I saw it and how it attracted the giant rats I just barely escaped from earlier. I stayed to make sure the rodents did come and just as I had planned, those huge rats came crawling towards us all and began to advance towards me, but I just climbed on top of the cave and pointed with one finger to the careers, whose eyes and jaws had all gone wide with terror. As if I was a leader of them all the rats at once turned on the terrified tributes and satisfied with my work I secured all my belongings, which had just grown vastly in numbers and began to head off again making sure to give the wheat fields a wide birth. The agonised screams of the two tributes rang in my ears as I examined their weapons a few acres away.
So we have met a victor we all know rather well, I hope I did the lovely Mags justice. It's lovely to be able to dive into the point of views of so many victors.
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