Hallo Freunde!

Delays, I know. WiFi cut out. Realised half this chapter was on another computer, several miles away. I sorted it out, don't worry.

Anways, this chappie is finally here, and I hope you likey! :' D

*In the Blink of an Eye

Mylo Kingfisher, Head Gamemaker

I don't know whether to punch the air or punch someone's face. Eight left. Two mutts down. Pathetic rebel leader and her little male friend.

Eight tributes; two days. I do the maths. So in just over 48 hours, sixteen dead tributes. I consult the list placed in front of me.

Charms Penlum, District One

Kyle 'Animal' Lanyer, District Three

Bronte Pratt, District Six

Coraline Rige, District Seven

Emilia Jatos, Distrcit Nine

Stag Browning, District Ten

Natalie Dismal, District Ten

Jaysper Pavane Grey, District Eleven

What is wrong with this list? There are no Careers. All of these people seem to have a degree of morality. Except Kyle maybe.

This is not how I planned it.

I'm going to tone it down a bit. I don't want to break the record for the shortest Hunger Games ever.

Emilia Jatos, District Nine

My clothes dried hours ago, but I still can't seem to stop shivering. Rocks placed in the middle of the lake have saved my life. It's dark but I can see the morning starting to swell. It's going to be a hot day. I haven't slept at all and all my concentration is on staying attached to this rock.

There was a scuffle between the mutts last night and two of them peeled off to the west. Three remained, and still do by the looks of things. Why won't they get bored? Oh yes, I forgot. Their brains are programmed not to give up. At least I have food and a good position.

Rays of light caress the water and the sun makes its automated appearance. As I look closely at the water, I realise there is something down there.

Oh God, please don't let them send a water mutt to finish me off. But the creature does not look suited to water. Slowly, it's form sharpens and I realise what it is.

I scream. The mutts on the shore spring up and howl across the water. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and draw the sign of the cross.

I don't need to see more; that small glimpse was enough. A human shape. Bloated and mottled. Eyelids and lips chewed away. A tribute. But I don't know which one. Or how long that... corpse has been down below me.

A huge shadow blocks out the sun and I look up to see a hovercraft. So soon. I try to become part of the rocks, but I think their only intention is to rid the arena of this grotesque... thing.

Averting my eyes, I can see something being hauled out of the water. Before long, the hovercraft flies off.

I let out breath and realise I've been holding it all that time.

Bronte Pratt, District Six

Since the avalanche, I've been making sure I am as far away from life as possible. By my count, there are around eight, nine, ten of us left and I think I could have a stab at victor. Of course, I would have to emerge from hiding at some point, but I'll leave that for later.

I have a pack – a small one at that, but still a pack. I have food and I can easily purify water. I keep a knife by my side at all times, but I'm not sure if I could use it if the need arises.

Do I even want to go home? The thought hits me suddenly, as I bite into a cracker.

Days full of nothing but pretending and deceit. Trying to kid people into thinking I like them. All the 'Victor' fuss would die down after a while and the lifestyle would scarcely change. I barely even see my Dad. Would that change, seeing as I've been so close to death? I doubt it. It would be the same. Do I really want that?

After all I've already seen here, it might change my attitude. Maybe I could make some new friends – true friends. Value life.

But somehow I know. It would take a miracle to win these Games. Sure, great tactics, but I have no idea who is left. I know that most of the Careers are dead, but what about Two girl? Could I fight her, and win for that matter?

I know what the answer is. And I don't like it.