Sing.

Raise your voice every single time they try and shut your mouth.

Chord Wickers, District Ten Male.

"How about we stay in here?" I suggest, opening up the door to reveal the small room. "It'll be safe enough."

Theo just nods with a slightly grim expression, which doesn't help settle my discomfort around him. He's nice. A lot nicer than any of the other Careers. He got Garnet to stop staring at Samia at lunch, and I know that deep down, he isn't as bloodthirsty or evil as the rest of them. But the alliance out of the blue caught me off-guard. In fact, it caught me massively off-guard. But, besides all the discomfort that lies around in the pit of my stomach, I feel... Safer. Safer than I ever did when I was on my own.

I sit down on the floor, watching Theo collect a bag, opening it up and pulling out a brown blanket. He hands it to me silently, and I smile back as a thank you.

"I don't see anyone nearby," Theo mumbles, staring out the window as I throw the blanket on the floor and sit on it. "I thought that Garnet or Astor might follow me at some point."

As if the Gamemakers are listening to him, a cannon sounds, causing the large window to vibrate. That makes eleven left now. So little and so quickly. At this rate, the Games might be over more sooner than anyone could have imagined.

Theo turns around, moving over and sitting down next to me.

"Why did you come to find me after the big, bad break-up then?" I ask when silence creeps up.

Theo takes a moment to reply, before a small smile cracks on his face. "You're probably one of the only people in here that I can stand. Besides Delaney, but you know, she's dead now."

He gets quiet at the end of the sentence, and somehow, I feel like he must miss her a lot. They probably grew up and trained together. They could have been best friends for all I know. And now, she's dead and he's alone, having to spend time with a stranger because he can't trust anyone else.

"Yeah, but why me? Why can you stand me over all the others?"

"It's a lot more complicated than you think," Theo decides, laughing a little. "No-one would ever understand it. Delaney barely did either, and she took my secret to her grave, ironically."

He lifts his morningstar in the air, placing it down by his side and then shifting his position to face me more directly. I notice the way his eyes are soft but alarmed. The wrinkles that I never saw before, have now started to expand on his forehead. Under his eyes are huge, light violet bags. He looked like a teenage boy, and now, he looks like he has aged about twenty years.

"Somehow, I feel like maybe we should have been allies all along," Theo decides again. "And your district partner, of course, because I knew you cared for her."

"I did. I never knew Sami, but... B-But I wanted to protect her. She needed someone and I guess, I guess I wanted to make sure that she had someone to look out for her..."

Theo places a hand on my knee, forcing a smile on his face. I doubt he's used to someone crying - can't see many Careers openly showing emotion besides anger.

"I can tell. I'm sorry for Delaney killing her."

That catches my attention, and I look up. "S-She did it?"

Theo nods. "Yeah... Garnet handed her one of the rocks and she used it on your partner."

The thought of Theo's district partner, rock in hand that's stained with Sami's blood, repeatedly being brought down on my skull, breaking skull and destroying bones... It sickens me. Sickens me to the core. And somehow, I manage to feign a smile at Theo as I lie down, making sure to pat the lasso tightened in my belt. I put my hands under my head, noticing Theo staring at me as I let my eyes drift close.

It doesn't take me long to fall into sleep. A sense of calm I've never felt before rises and sits there, thick in the air, settling me.

I only wake back up when I hear another cannon. I snap up, freaking out and sweating. Everything is pure dark, and it's freezing. The blanket that Theo has clearly put over me slides down, pooling around my ankles I climb up, noticing Theo still staring out the window like before. He spins around when he hears my footsteps.

"Astor died," he says, but I don't know the name. When he sees my eyes in the moonlight, he answers properly. "Girl from One. Her name was Astor. She was the cannon early. She was... A lot more sound than the others."

"Not many Careers left then," I point out, looking at him, noticing how he looks even older under the soft, white light. "Just you, the guy from One and the girl from Four, then."

"Garnet and Lorelei," Theo answers for me. "Both strong competitors and both trained. It'll be tough."

I nod, noticing Theo still looking at me. I see the crack of a smile on his face as he steps forward, just as the crackle of a lightning bolt rings out. I don't see the figure standing outside the window until it's too late.

Theo Cassius, District Two Male.

It happens a lot faster than I ever imagined. The door swings open rather harshly, a figure running it and tackling Chord, throwing his against the far wall. Chord smacks into hard, bringing down the assortment of orange backpacks with him. Somehow, somewhere in my mind, I react, running forward. The figure spins around to face me as I send a flying punch that connects, the shadow sprawling to the floor.

Another crackle of lightning.

It illuminates the figure's face, and he's finally revealed to be Garnet.

Chord is quick to get up, but so is Garnet, and Garnet prepares to run out the room. Chord runs after, me following him. Chord pulls out the lasso from his belt, opening it up and swinging it out hard. The small, thin rope stretches across the gap, snagging around Garnet's ankle and slamming him down into the floor.

He manages to break free as Chord runs forward, jetting out a kick into Garnet's stomach. He cries out in pain, but manages to swipe at Chord's own ankle, bringing him down too.

That's when I run forward.

Garnet gets up, grabbing Chord by the collar of his black shirt and throwing him rather easily to the side. Chord hits the glass window of a shop which then cracks slowly. I'm there, though, almost on top of Garnet when I punch out once more. Garnet dodges, throwing his own punch which also misses. His sword whistles as it swings for more, but I suck in my stomach and it narrowly scrapes by. It gives me enough time to bring up my weapon and try to bring it down, but Garnet is quick, clashing his sword against it as metal spits out.

We tussle for a moment, before my eyes move to Chord, whose slumped up against the window, unconscious.

As another metal sound spits out, Garnet laughs, a cross between light and dark. "Always knew it would be you and me, Theo!"

I don't know why he bothers trying to call me out, and yet, I respond. "Always knew I'd be able to beat you, Garnet."

I push harder with my weapon, causing Garnet to stagger back along the tiled flooring. I swing again, hoping to hit him, but it misses once more.

As I continue swinging, I can't move my eyes from Chord's body. I never knew he could fight. I never knew that he could get injured. I mean, sure, he's human and that's possible, but I just always saw him as this gentle giant who couldn't bleed because he could never be hurt, never be broken, never be killed. Yet, somehow, Garnet has reduced all my thoughts on him in one simple moment.

Garnet takes another swipe, and this time, it slices over my arm neatly, drawing blood. A skin wound.

It causes me to hiss in pain, though, and that gives Garnet enough time to swing forward again, knocking me to the floor. He stands over me tall, raising his sword, and I almost can see my life flash before my eyes. Instead, though, Chord appears out of nowhere and tackles Garnet off of me, sending them to the floor. I watch as they roll around, punching each other, until Garnet manages to tuck his knees under Chord's stomach and literally kicks him off of him.

Chord goes flying, tumbling around to the electrified barrier, barely missing it. That was close.

I stand up and run forward, swinging for Garnet once more, but he dodges much more stealthily than before and pushes me to the side, head first into the barrier, too. I only touch it briefly, but it's enough to send a wave of pain through my body, forcing me to the floor in agony.

Chord struggles to his feet, a slice wound very clear across his stomach, the material of his shirt ripped in two.

Garnet storms over. The storm stops, and slowly, sunlight begins to beam through the clouds, stripes of light streaming across the floor.

Garnet raises his sword. It comes down onto Chord's back. Chord screams in pain, Garnet laughs, the sword gets ripped out and Garnet runs off, a hobble in his step.

I blink a few times, trying to get the willpower to go over. Chord's body lays on the floor, squirming, a red puddle appearing around him. I crawl over, weak, hoping to save him. Needing to save him. He's managed to roll himself onto his back, face in the air, and I can see the colour draining from it as I get close.

"S-S-S-"

"S-Shush," I mumble, trying to snap myself out of it. "Shush."

"S-S-Sing for m-me..."

I see the forgotten harmonica laid near his body, just out of the pocket on his shorts. I pick it up, knowing I can't sing to save my life. I blow quietly, trying to think of some song I could sing for him. My eyes close as the words slip out shaky, a song that I'm sure everyone knows. An old lullaby.

Hush, my child,
The end is near.
There's no place to run,
There's nothing to fear.

You've failed again,
But no worries, no pain,
Your ashes shall be cooled,
By the fall of the rain.

When I open them, I look straight into his eyes, the last amount of hazel just holding on. He smiles, a small tear forming in his right eye and sliding down. A cannon is quick to stab my heart, and like that, Chord is dead. I place the harmonica in his hand, wrapping his fingers around it as I lean forward, placing my lips to his cold ones. Bye Chord. I love you.

Tauria Copin, District Seven Female.

I don't know what to think or say or do when the next cannon fires.

I just bring my knees closer to my chest and hug them. Hug them because I don't know what else I can do. When the spiders came and ran, I crawled out, climbing into the Cornucopia among the boxes and just hiding here. No-one would bother to look down here, anyway, and that has had me lucky. Me and Zaira should have done this. We could have lasted longer rather than getting reckless. Not even her, just me. I got reckless. I got Zaira killed.

Tears roll down my face.

People might think of me as abandoning her. But, she was as good as dead, I panicked, I had no idea what I could do. I couldn't have saved her and I sure as hell couldn't have killed the girl from Four. Then, it's like a truck hits me. I couldn't have killed Four. I couldn't have. And yet, I picked a fight with her and attacked her rather than running. I couldn't have killed her, and yet, I decided I wanted to try and do it anyway.

I feel my heart sink to my stomach over that. I knew I couldn't do anything but I still went for it. The rays all hit the bottom of the floor, drying up the last patches of both rain and melted snow. So far, all types of weather; rain, snow and now a storm. Boiling hot in the day and freezing cold at night.

It's the roof. Back in Seven, it's the same. Some nights are colder than normal, some days are hotter than normal, all because the weather hits the windows on our house and then multiplies it. For some reason, that just makes me feel worse. The thought of never going home... It brings tears to my eyes. I try to smile. My smiles goes out, tears running over my lips, but it doesn't boost my mood. I tried to kill. I lost my ally. I don't know how much further I can truly sink.

I climb up, looking out the golden horn at the closest, moss-covered fountain.

Something seems strange about it.

I never remembered it being that dirty before. Then again, I didn't focus too much during the bloodbath. I attacked the girl from One when she went after Zaira, then, we ran as fast as we could.

I wonder if my family is watching. Whether my brother is watching, or if he's too hooked into his morphling that I'm nothing but a group of shapes and colours. The thought both angers me and creates a longing sensation in my stomach. It's like if I saw him again, I don't know whether I'd slap him or just hug him until he's blue in the face.

I don't even know if I'll get the chance to decide.

Stretching my legs out, I look through one of the backpacks, finding the rocks that taunted us at the beginning inside. I roll it around in my eyes, feeling the rough texture and absorbing the smell. Rock. It kinda reminds me of home too. You always have rocks in the woods around Seven. I used to play in them all the time with my brother before he turned. We'd play this game where you flick rocks at tree trunks and see how far they would bounce back. He was always better.

This one wouldn't do any good for that game, but the smell is enough to empower me of sorts. My hatchet is nearby. I found it in one of the shops after abandoning Zaira. Abandoned her. Because, no matter how much I try to sweeten it up, that's what I actually did. I abandoned her. I grab the hatchet and sit myself up.

The next person to come near me... I'll kill. I have to. I need to.

I want to.

Koel Spelt, District Nine Male.

"Quick! Get up!"

I jerk awake, seeing the blurred image of Alto, feeling Addilyn's hand on my arm, before a horrid crack and grinding noise happens, then, the sound of an explosion and something smacking into the back of my head. Alto's image disappears. Addilyn's touch disappears.

I hear the noise, but I don't hear it. It's weird. Life is weird. Somewhere, somehow, I feel like I'm floating. Addilyn is nearby but she's silent. She is pretty quiet, come to think. An arrow flies past my head, and I duck, but when I turn around, I see Alto, smiling with his poised arrow. He laughs, but no sound comes out. Then, the ground just drops, but I don't. I stay there, levitating in mid air, eyes wide and legs open. There's no breeze. No wind. Nothing. And yet, I'm floating and Addilyn is floating and Alto is floating. I can feel the cold fingers of fear scratching at my heart.

Addi turns to me and flashes a brief smile, before she drops quickly, hair whipping into her face.

I scream but nothing comes out.

Another arrow goes past my head, but when I look at Alto, his smile is gone. It's replaced with a grim expression as he fumbles for another arrow.

I follow his eye line, but see nothing as another arrow pings into the black abyss. Alto suddenly comes next to me, running his hand across my arm, smiling, and like Addilyn, drops down rather fast, his fringe falling in front of his eyes.

I want to scream again. I feel tears pricking at my eyes. Then, a wave of pain washes over my skull. I touch it, fingers damp and slick. It hurts. It hurts so bad...

"Koel, get up! Wake up Koel!"

That noise. I hear it again. Then, the world rushes up to me as I fall, getting closer and closer and closer and closer and closer...

"Koel!"

My eyes snap open, but are still hazy. Everything is blurred, Addilyn's screaming face in mine. The first thing I begin to notice is the large cut on her forehead, painted red. Her hand grabs and shakes me, but I feel surprisingly light. Then, her hand raises, sweeps forward and my cheeks burns. That snaps me out of it, but I wish it didn't. Addilyn goes bright red from her apparent slap as she helps me up, but the minute I'm on my feet, I wobble, about to fall when Alto catches me. The pain in my head seems more real now.

"Addilyn, he's bleeding." he says grimly.

Around me, I see a large chunk of fiery rock cemented into the tiled floor, cracks around it and shattered glass littered all over. The room smells of burning clothing and flesh.

Alto drags me from the room, Addilyn close behind, and as me lays me on the ground, I see the hissing burn that stretches up his bare arm and across his thigh, just under the hem of his shorts. Addilyn only has the cut on her forehead, meaning she must have been more protected. Somehow, I feel the worse off. My head pounds and it's like I can hear my pulse loud and clear in my ears.

"He's been hit bad," Alto mumbles, running his fingers through my hair, causing me to grit my teeth. "I can feel some glass under the skin."

"I don't know first aid," Addilyn replies rather quietly. "It needs to come out, though."

Alto decides to do the task. Addilyn sits by me, holding my hand whilst Alto fumbles around for something in his backpack. She soothes me, whispering and telling me everything will be alright. I feel a slight bit of pain as Alto begins to dig into my head, before all of a suddenly, it's like someone as lit an open match to my skin. I scream, almost hitting Addilyn in the process. Everything begins to go black as Alto goes for another try. Addilyn's grip becomes a little lighter, but it's still there, and I hear Alto sigh in what I hope is relief.

"Did you get it out?" Addilyn asks.

I don't know what Alto says or replies, but Addilyn nods in response and looks at me.

"You'll be okay, Koel, you know you'll be okay."

My eyelids slip shut, but I know I'm not dead. I can still hear them mumbling and whispering, before I fall into what I can only hope is sleep.

Lorelei Avalon, District Four Female.

Somehow, it doesn't feel right to attack them. I watched it happen. The sky went bright red for a second, and then, a large meteor of sorts, blazing fire, flew straight through down and directly through the electrical barrier, attacking something on the very top floor. I rushed up the steps out of curiosity only to see the little children out in the open. Nine looked injured. Very injured. As Eleven dragged him out, he left a thin red trail of blood behind him.

It didn't even damage the barrier. Just went straight through it and smashed through the glass window, hitting the kids on the inside, apparently.

The glass isn't there no more, instead, a large pillar of smoke erupts from the hole, black and thick, tendrils towering to the sky above.

I couldn't attack them. Not now. Not after that just happened to children so young. I wasn't even looking to kill them. I was looking to find and kill Garnet.

Slowly, I slip down the steps as the girl sits by her fallen ally and weeps openly. Then, my silent steps turn into a run. A desperate run.

The sky flashes red again, turning the tiled flooring beneath my feet into a milky pink. I hear another explosion, but that's it. My legs carry me fast, fear taking place, assuming they might come after me when I so wish they wouldn't. I don't think I could handle it. Fire has always unsettled me. With spear in hand, I descend the next flight of steps, ignoring the possible threat of allies.

The bottom. That's where it would probably be the safest.

My boots hit the floor hard, also causing my knees to buckle underneath me. I try to keep calm. I try to control my breathing and regulate it out more evenly. I try so many different things to replace the fear that has seemed to settle somewhere in my stomach without me knowing. I wouldn't normally be scared. To be honest, I didn't even know I was capable of these kind of emotions.

After everything, after my mother leaving me and the family, I didn't think I would ever feel true fear ever again. I was terrified beyond belief when she never came home. That fear soon turned into sadness before it turned into anger.

I was never scared after that.

I turned all possible fears into strengths. A few things scare me like small spaces, it's never going to be something I can conquer, but I can hide the fear and allow myself to grow.

I cross the floor, my eyes trained on the glass roof above me.

Waiting for the flash of red and the possible drop of another flaming meteor. Waiting for something that could even land on me if I'm not careful, though I'm almost sure that it won't go straight. The tributes are up there in the shops, not on the plaza floor.

I don't even hear her move or react or anything. But then I look down. I see those eyes, the same eyes that looked at me when she tried to kill me and instead, I killed her ally, peering out from the darkness engulfed inside the Cornucopia. She slowly steps out, a hatchet in her hands, a steady look on her face.

"I guess you want revenge." I say, making sure Seven can see my spear.

"Not exactly," she replies evenly, taking her own pose and holding the hatchet proudly. "More like karma for Zaira."

Sing by My Chemical Romance.

The blog for this story is - glasshousehungergames . blogspot. com - just take out the spaces. Deaths will be notified there.

Chord Wickers, District Ten.

Sorry to the submitters that lost their tribute. In all honest, these were the tributes I struggled to write and connect too, and in all fairness, I couldn't keep them around and constantly struggle throughout. Please stick around, but if you don't, that's fine. These are the Hunger Games and this is how it works.

Again, I'm sorry.

Since there is no points system now, a question might be asked sometimes that I would love for you to answer.

I would love to know your favourite character that is left, and why they have your attention?

All deaths will be based on realism, favoritism, and whether or not the submitter is reading the story (obviously, reviews let me know this). Each decision is painstakingly hard, but must be done. Another factor will be whether or not I see a future for your tribute, or whether I can write more and more for them.

I feel like this sucks. I promise that it'll get more dramatic!