So here is the third update, I can see lots of views which is wonderful news but still no reviews :(

However I will keep posting and hope you keep on reading but I would appreciate it if you guys give me some feedback haha, I am new to the Hunger Games world.

We have another familiar Victor in the mix at number 17 here.

Hope you enjoy!

13.

Flynn O'Shea, Male, District 3.

There was something about the 13th Hunger Games and being reaped that sent chills down my spine every time I thought about the significance of them being thirteen. It was almost a medieval belief to be scared of the number but it held a significance to me. I was thirteen after all, no one as young as me had managed to ever win the games before. I don't quite understand how I managed it. But I'm standing on a small bank of land, everything else around me has been consumed by fire. The explanation for this is simple, I think deep down we had all been expecting the gamemakers to have something else up their sleeves. The games had lasted a week and there had been no deaths for the past three days. We were a boring bunch of tributes and the Capitol were growing bored of us all. I was the first one to smell it, fire it surrounded both myself and my District partner who I abandoned to the flames out of pure fear. I regret it now, perhaps I could have helped her, but she probably would have killed my anyway. The fire had spread, the arena was a gigantic forrest after all. Even I could tell it was a stupid mistake, it spread so quickly, to me it seemed to have gone out of the gamemaker's control otherwise they would have just reigned it back in with the push of a button no? It burned everything and everyone alive, certainly shook things up for the audiences this year as the tributes burned, I was lucky my innocent mind didn't see any of it. I was nearly dead too, my saving grace had been a small creek and the fire was beginning to die at last. The gamemakers had it back under their control, not that they would ever admit they lost it. But I am from District 3 and we just have the ability to pick up when technical aspects of the games have gone wrong. My name is being announced all over the arena as the victor and I nod, rubbing at my slightly sooty skin and occasional scorch mark, I can't help but think of the poor bugger who's going to pay for that mistake however.

14.

Tybalt Tranz, Male, District 6.

Being from District 6 has to be one of the worst Districts for the Hunger Games. What did we learn but how to control little train sets and eventually how to become pilots, everyone's biggest dreams were to either win the games or to be good enough to work for the Capitol as a hovercraft pilot. This year they decided instead of uncerimoniously leaving the bodies to rot in the arena, and they did bloody stink, they would send in a hovercraft to pick them up, like some giant claw in those retro arcade machines. I watched another body be lifted out of the arena, all I had heard was a huge growl from the opposite side of the arena and vowed to never step foot over there. I was also angry however, it was the 14th Hunger Games and there still hadn't been a winner from my District, this made me spit venom. It was unfair how my friend got slaughtered every year. I dove into that bloodbath and returned the favour, District 1 were the first to die this year. What an amusing turn of events. I was on the hunt, I had been since the beginning. It was just me and a bunch of weaklings now, the others careers had had a fight of their own and killed each off which was fantastic for me. No one had seen me as a threat and as the final career from District 4 thought they had survived the butchering I finished him off.

15.

Hestia Gardiner, Female, District 11.

I owe my life to my mentor, that I know is true. This year the Capitol shook things up, the rules have expanded. We have sponsors, we all know of this but this year we were all given the time to show the gamemakers who control the game what we could do. This meant we were rated from 1 to 12 in order of how deadly we were so our sponsors knew who to back instead of just guessing or favouring the pretty ones. I'm rather cute even though I'm fifteen, but I'm also rather dangerous. I didn't really know what to do but apparently I'm good at hand-to-hand combat. I scored an 8. Of course the careers in their fancy training schools scored 9s and 10s but I was very proud of my score. Especially when the boy from 4 only scored a 6. Needless to say he's not career this year. The odd thing is, they offered my to be a part of their pack. I considered it and if I had been on my own I would have gone for it, but my mentor, Juniper told me it was suicide. They just wanted to be rid of me, I didn't even go for the bloodbath. I just ran, I was born and bred in agriculture and it saved my life. My knowledge of plants and what I could eat in the barren wasteland was crucial, again many died of starvation. Some Districts, like 10 still had no victors and so they were given no one to help them. I do feel bad for them and attempted to ally with the girl but she wasn't interested so I gave up and fended for myself. At night all the plants turned poisonous, many fell for this trick and I managed to trick my final opponent who was starving to death to eat the plant I think they were just so desperate to eat something that when I told her it wasn't poisonous she ate it at once. District 11 now has two victors and both have their hand relatively clean, I wonder if we can keep it up.

16.

Ryder Seaton, Male, District 10.

I won't be remembered much as a victor and that's alright with me. In fact it's perfect. Who would want to be revered for murdering a bunch of children? Apparently District 1 and 2, but they are both dead and so I will not mention them again. The earthquake which became so violent it killed many of us and split a giant crack right down the centre of the arena was interesting, the acidic rain they sent down afterwards in order to change tack was inhumane. It burned you alive, your skin felt as if it was being shredded and there was no shelter unless you built it yourself, and even then it didn't last long. I was resourceful, the rain poured down and killed the flowing grass beneath our feet and I grabbed my spear and shoved it into the giant crack the earthquake had made. I then proceeded to loop the vines and ropes around my body and tied it to my spear making sure I wouldn't fall to my death down that hole. It was only a temporary measure, to lower myself enough to avoid most of the rainfall. My only fear was another tribute discovering my craftiness and taking the spear out of the ground, but no one did. The final canon went off, blood was everywhere and the hovercraft was very busy, blood was streaming down my arms but I held my head up high. We might have been the last, but I made it was an ingenious way to do it. District 10 finally had a victor.

17.

Woof Lydarn, Male, District 8.

I never thought the clothes on my back would save my life, my mentor is an alcoholic like many of the men are. He isn't much good, I can't even begin to understand how he won his games. Something about the trackerjackers, it wasn't a very memorable games. I had zero weapons to begin with, like many of the tributes turned victors. I didn't dare target the career pack yet, I used the shirt on my back to accost the weakest tributes and smother or suffocate them. It was then I began to utilise my weapons, but I realised after killing a few more that against the career pack, weapons were going to be of no use without a strategy. It's macarbe, the other Districts hated me for it, but I used the body I just killed and set it on fire with my set of matches delivered by a kind sponsor and drew the careers to it. Usually only one would venture close enough to the body and thats when I would attack. Finally it came down to me and a tribute from 2. In the night before our final clash all the weapons in the arena were removed so we had nothing to fight with but our own fists. The boy was of the same build as me but was no match when I once more resorted to my infamous shirt trick. I suffocated the very air out of him and became the victor of the 17th Hunger Games. I was content to drink myself into oblivion afterwards, now I understood my mentor's pains.

18.

Athena Laydon, Female, District 12.

It turns out that tributes from other Districts can be beautiful too, I found this out when my stylist greeted me for the first time. I stared at him as if he was an alien, which to me he very well resembled with his dyed green skin and little fashion horns. He dolled me up, made me pretty. He said the Chariot ride was going to be an ode to an old historical practise where gladiators used to ride around in chariots. I told him I didn't want to be a gladiator, I wanted to be the young girl I was. He almost died with joy when I told him this. He covered me in make-up it itched and I'd never worn it before, but I was beyond excited when I saw the catsuit waiting for me with tiny lights resembling the miners hats all over it. I stood out at once and the hundreds of thousands who saw me that night screamed in adoration for me. I reminded everyone who strong an underdog can be. The very first winner of the Hunger Games had been from my District and she was the bravest person I'd ever heard of. I regret that I never got to meet her in person. She killed herself a week after 'winning,' she couldn't take it knowing she had killed for sport, I understand her perfectly but I'm not going to sit by and let myself get speared. Once my face had spread throughout the whole of the Capitol I had no problem with sponsors, they are like magpies attracted to anything pretty or shiny, but they are also hungry vultures. Sadly I am one too.

Ahh victors from 12 are like rare pieces of gold haha they aren't all as grounded as the 'Girl on Fire' however.

Keep reading and reviewing, I'll be back with another update soon. We have rather a few Chapter to go till we meet Katniss herself I'm afraid but I hope I have done her justice. Perhaps I used my Finnick card too soon? haha

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