Sorry these POV's are so short. I promise they'll get longer as more people die. *Diabolical laugh*

Day One

Skye Wilder's POV- D4

Yawn. I get up and put on the simple slip that's been provided for me. I grab my gold butterfly hair pin and meet the others on the roof. Six hovercrafts appear and I climb onto the ladder that drops out of the one above me.

Zea Dillum's POV- D11

Panic pulses through my veins as I find I can't move. Once I'm securely inside, i expect them to release me. They don't, which only adds to my unease.

Genevive Hawkins' POV- D3

A lady walks over with a giant needle. I try to squirm, but of course, I can't. She explains about the tracker, then injects it into my forearm. When it's in place, the ladder releases me and I grip my arm and cry out in pain. I can already see a bruise forming on the skin above the tracker.

Blane Audy's POV- D10

I eat everything they put in front of me, but decline any rich drinks; only water. I need to be hydrated. I've also gained a fair amount of weight, which is really good. I'm so glad my nerves aren't getting in the way of my stomach.

Greope Kinnely's POV- D10

Five glasses. That's how much water I force down my throat on the hovercraft. But as we land and I step into the catacombs, I wish I hadn't.

"Where's the bathroom?" I ask someone. They point me into a room and I relieve myself.

Leo Decar's POV- D10

The outfit is skin-tight black pants, a red t-shirt, and mid-shin-high boots. My stylist, Luna, says the pants are made of a breathable material that's best for extreme heat, but will provide little protection from water, cold, wind, and basically everything else. The boots are good for running. Good. I'll need all the help I can get to put myself at a large distance from eveyone else. The shirt is just cotton. There doesn't seem to be anything special about it.

BeBe Collin's POV- D11

I close my eyes as the metal plate lifts me to my destruction. Tick, tick, tick. I can almost hear the clock counting the seconds until my death. Tick, tick, tick. The plate stops moving.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, let the 175th annual Hunger Games begin!"

There's a soft breeze and the faint scent of rain. I prepare myself for anything. Then I open my eyes.

Derek Rathburn's POV- D8

Nothing. I see nothing. Just eternal blackness.

We're supposed to kill each other in here? I can't see anything!

In the darkness, someone yells, "Hello?" A boy. Probably a twelve year old. I suppress a laugh. Then the gong sounds and, even though I can't see it, I assume all hell breaks loose.

Katryna Aden's POV- D10

I run forward. I don't know where I'm going. I run straight into someone. A grunt has barely escaped my lips before whoever I ran into punches me square in the jaw.

I fly back and land on my behind.

Shwoop!

What was that? I decide to get out of there before someone kills me. Running in the opposite direction of my attacker, I take two steps, then run straight into a wall.

Pearce Shaw's POV- D9

Someone's already gone. I don't know who. All I know is I heard them running. Then the ground opened up below them. In the hole there was a strange red light. The person fell in with a small shriek, and the ground closed up around them. That was it. The tribute, and the light, disappeared.

Ryker Hawk's POV- D9

I run away from the commotion. I run until I can't breath, then collapse on the ground. Waiting. For what, I don't know. Light. Death. Home. Any of these would be welcomed at this point. Prefferably one over the others. But that one is not the most possible or likely outcome. Not at all.

Nan Weatherall's POV- D5

Running. As far away as I can get. After a while I feel tall grass around my knees and slow down, knowing I must be pretty far away if I'm in another landscape. But there could be anything in this field. Well, I'm assuming it's a field, since the only thing out here seems to be grass. I keep walking straight, though. And don't pause for a moment.

Shade Bucket's POV- D12

After punching whoever ran into me after the gong sounded, I walk for the rest of the day, picking up a backpack along the way. Eventually the air gets a lot cooler and at first I suspect night, but then I feel the snow on my skin.

Belva Hunt's POV- D9

I almost got taken out by an eighteen year old. Almost. I was able to sneak away in the dark. I'm sitting on the ground, now, on top of a little slop I climbed. I'm just about to lie down protectively on my backpack when the first cannon shot sounds.

Willow Stream's POV- D7

One, two, three, four, five, six...

The count goes on until I reach twenty-six. Twenty-six gone. Great. Over half still left.

Jamison Hudson's POV- D7 (Ben, just read it. I think you'll be happy)

Light begins to leak into the sky. The bloodbath is over. I'm on some sort of rock in the middle of a frozen wasteland. Well, that explains why I'm frozen. Then I see him.

A giraffe. In the middle of a snowy landscape. It walks over to me.

"This is a joke, right?" I say, dumbfounded at the boldness of the creature. But, despite it's species, the animal smells like pine. Like home. The scent calms me. Then he reaches out with his long tongue and licks my cheek.

Pain shoots through my face, and soon, my chest. I twitch on the rock, unable to control my movements. After a few minutes of my heart spazzing out (beating too slow as the poison takes over, then too fast as it fights back), it finally stops.

Hatcher Robeson's POV- D6

BOOM! That's number twenty-seven. Hm. I wonder who that was.

I'm in a jungle now. There are many unfamiliar plants here. I'm thirsty, but don't dare to drink the water from the stream that rushes past me. Instead, I build a sort of den out of sticks and rocks and curl up into myself as the sun sets.

Ollie Prevo's POV- D5

As I watch the twenty-seven faces light up the evening sky, I take a moment to remember Dustin Aleroy. I didn't really know him, but he's the only one from Five who didn't make it. He deserves a moment of silence.

Zark Prometheus's POV- D11

Two from Eleven dead. I'm the only boy left. I close my eyes and dream of all the ways they could have died. Hark Zoone and Reeze Linga will not be forgotten.

Leartes Thatecus's POV- D12

I feel a little better. Now there's only one girl and one boy from Twelve left. It makes it seem like a normal year. I will not kill her, though. Not my only living district partner. But anyone else is fair game.

Magnum Harron's POV- D8

There's no way I'm sleeping tonight. I'll just sit here until morning.

Daryll Lamat's POV- D5

I caught up with Nan a little while ago and now she sleeps while I take the first watch.

Corey Vandergriff's POV- D4

There are ten Careers left. The Cornucopia seems to be on the side of a mountain. That's where we've set up camp. We light some torches, then five of us (including me) set out to hunt, while the other five stay back to guard our mound of supplies.

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