Day 2: Eulalie Tallitha's POV

It isn't easy being a teenager. Well, it must be a lot harder if you have to worry about getting picked for a fight to the death. Still, one lucky kid will get to go home and bring their district glory. Everyone's happy, I guess. I wander into the living room. Dad and my 12 year old brother Mercury are sitting on one of our couches, their eyes glued to the screen. I sit down, simply because there's nothing else to do, and direct Lilia, the avox who works for us, to bring me some lemonade. Its morning in the arena and the camera zooms in on the Careers. They spent all last night arguing, and no time hunting. The reason they were arguing was because there wasn't any food left for them at the Cornucopia. The only food was a box of granola bars and a bag of beef jerky, which the kids from 7 or something stole. So now they've decided to hunt down that group and steal the food at least until they can get some decent sponsors.

I watch with some interest, sipping my lemonade as the group makes its way into the dense trees. I like the arena this year. It's filled with lots of pretty flowers. I bet it smells super good. Anyway, Mason's taken charge of the group, but I can tell Coral really wants to lead. Suddenly Coral stops them. A smaller path leads through the trees to their left. "Let's go this way." She says. Mason literally puts his foot down. "We should just keep going the way we're going." Coral shakes her head furiously. "No guys, I have a feeling that this is the right way to go." She says confidently. "So we're just gonna listen to some stupid feeling?" Mason taunts. "I'm with Mason." Agate states. The others nod.

"So dad, are you with Mason or Coral?" I ask. "I have to say Mason. He's stronger, and he's got the others on his side." Mercury and I nod. Coral eventually gives in, and they continue on their way. The camera shows the other alliance. Bracken, the big kid from 11, is sharpening his scythe and looking menacing. Chase is busy skinning a rabbit, while Laurel is practicing shooting arrows. Elana whispers something in her ear, and she laughs. I wonder how anyone can laugh in the Hunger Games. Oh well, I've always heard that district kids are a little mentally off. They look so at ease. They'll definitely be in for a surprise when the Careers ambush them.
I notice Mercury on the edge of his seat, looking really excited. The screen is now showing Atom eating some fruit the weakling from 9 gave him. I really don't get why she didn't just kill him right then and there. Then again, she only has a harmless dart gun as a weapon. Still, she could have snapped his neck or choked him or something, but no, she gave him fruit! Neither of those two will survive for long.

Now we're watching Dayta tie up a bunch of vines. She's probably going to catch an animal or something. It's not really that interesting, so the camera moves back to the Careers. Mason is leading the pack, whooping and cutting vines with his sword. Agate follows him, laughing with Chardonnay. Coral and Jett are hollering and shouting. No, the element of surprise definitely isn't their strategy. They're probably going for intimidation. They crash through the trees for a few more minutes, until finally Agate hollers "it's the boy from 5!" The others sprint to the clearing, where the boy is backed up against a tree. A sadistic smile creeps up onto Coral's lips. "He's mine." She smiles. The boy actually whimpers, much to Coral's amusement. "What, are we whimpering for our mommy now?" She whispers into his ear. "Do you want mommy to come save you?" She laughs, and plunges the trident into his chest. He's still breathing, so she bends down to whisper in his ear. The millions of microbes around them can pick up what she's saying, so we can hear it.

"It's the Hunger Games, sweetie. Nobody's coming to save you." His cannon fires and I feel chills down my spine. The group leaves the bloody scene. Oh yeah, these kids are seriously messed up. But just then, I notice a flash of something dark in the green tree. It's little Amber from 9's braid. She must have seen the whole thing. There's a look on her face, one I can't quite place. I think back to past Games, and recognize it. It's a look of pure hatred. It's a look that means she's ready to kill.

The cameras catch up to the Careers. I notice that I've been getting really into the Games this year. It's already lunchtime. Mom joins us for a little while, but the Games make her queasy. I shove my salad down, and watch the scene play out. "All we have to do is ambush that other alliance." Jett says from his place behind Mason. "One they're done, and we've got the food, well we'll see what happens then." He smiles, and I know he's thinking of the Career fight that's sure to come next. Suddenly, before anyone has time to register what's going on, he's dangling from the air. A small dagger flies out of a tree, and buries itself just below his shoulder blade. He cries out, and removes the blade. The rest of them are whipping their heads around, desperately trying to find the source of the blade. They won't though. Dayta is much too clever.

Mason chops down the vine and Jett falls to the ground. He's bleeding a lot. Just in time though, a parachute falls containing a set of bandages. Chardonnay wraps them around her partner's shoulder. I may not know a lot about medicine, but I do know that these bandages won't last long. Char helps him lean back. "Let's just wait." She instructs. "Whoever set this trap is bound to come back." The others nod. I notice that they look pretty weak. I think they've gone for two days without food. To answer their prayers, yet another parachute falls down. This time, it contains several bags of jerky and crackers. They all yell for joy, and dig in. My thoughts wander to little Amber. I wonder what she has in mind.

Still Alive:

1. Chardonnay (1)

2. Jett (1)

3. Agate (2)

4. Mason (2)

5. Dayta (3)

6. Coral (4)

7. Elana (7)

8. Lyndon (7)

9. Amber (9)

10. Chase (9)

11. Laurel (11)

12. Bracken (11)

Deaths:

Atom (5)-killed by Coral's trident

Injuries:

Jett-shoulder wound by Dayta