A/N: Alright, here it is! Day Fourteen. I apologize in advance for it's length. Since we're nearing the end, I figured I'd try to give each tribute a long POV. Also, I want to make it clear that the poll on my profile was just to get your opinion. IT DOESN'T CHOOSE THE WINNER AND HAS NO INFLUENCE ON WHO THE WINNER ENDS UP BEING. Alright, now njoi your chapter!

Day Fourteen: Confined to the Mountain

Kaeit Grey's POV- D10

The morning is wet, hot, and muggy. The rain stopped sometime last night, but I'm still soaked.

I slept curled up like a cat last night in a high branch. Now I'm so sore I can barely move. I climb down the tree slowly, trying to avoid the pain.

I attempt to stretch my aching muscles, but the pain is overwhelming. So I decide to try to walk it off.

A strange crashing noise comes from behind me. I turn around and am horrified at what I see.

The jungle has disappeared! It is disappearing. Trees fall into themselves as a giant hole swallows the ground. It's spreading, claiming more and more of the land. The tree I was in just minutes ago is now tumbling down into the darkness. The hole begins to expand toward me. So I do the only thing I know how to. I run.

Soon I'm running alongside Nan Weatherall, wide-eyed and just as frightened as me. The growing hole pushes us out of the jungle and into the Mountain Section where it all began. Doon Wainright and Alicia Evans stare at us, weapons raised. Soon Genevive Hawkins and Amaryllis Field join us.

I can see the hole has taken away all the other sections but the desert, where I see Pearce Shaw running wildly toward us. Shortly behind him, Beau Atkinson runs, the hole right on his heels. Pearce makes it to safety. Beau is about a foot away when the ground beneath his feet disappears and he falls.

I prepare myself to hear a cannon, but am surprised to see Genevive desperately trying to pull Beau up. His hand slips, pulling her forward. She yelps. Both of her hands hold one of his. She struggles to bring him up, but I can see he's slowly pulling her forward.

After about a minute of attempting to save him, his hand slips out of hers' and he plummets to his death. BOOM!

Amaryllis Field's POV- D11

Genevive and I had broken off the alliance right before the hole appeared. We knew we'd have to do it sooner or later, considering the fact that we're down to the final eight.

"Welcome, tributes of the 175th Games, to the event we've all been waiting for!" Frans Templesmith's voice booms out over us. I wonder what he means by 'the even we've all been waiting for'. What could he be planning? What horrors will we face?

"Usually, tributes are invited to Feasts. But, this is a Quarter Quell. So we're forcing you to come to the Feast by eliminating the rest of the arena. And here you are. Are you ready? On your mark, get set, Feast!"

Seven wooden boxes appear in a line before us. I begin to run toward the box marked 'Amaryllis', but I can't move. None of us can, apparently.

My forearm throba and I realize the tracker must be releasing the same current that froze us on the ladders and forced us to watch the holograms of our families being tortured. I wonder why this is happening. Then I see them.

The dead tribute mutts. Jess stops in front of my box. Several stop before Doon's. None stop before Genevive's. I realize what's happening. The tributes we've killed are going to stop us from reaching our gifts. Luckily, I only killed one person. Seeing how many people Doon's killed, he seems like a much bigger threat. I make a mental note to steer clear of him.

I take this time to look over the gifts. Well, actually their sizes, since I have no way of knowing what's inside the boxes.

Alicia's s fairly small. Possibly a sword. But she already has plenty of weapons. Kaeit's is larger. But not as large as Nan's! Her box is slightly taller than me! And it has a bunch of tiny holes all over it. I wonder what it could be.

Genevive has the smallest box, followed by Doon, then Pearce. Mine is the second largest. I need to know what it is. I know I'll find out soon, because then we're released.

Nan Weatherall's POV- D5

I run toward my box. I'm not as fast as Genevive, who's already gotten her gift and is running toward me. She holds what can only be night-vision glasses. Her fist meets my nose just as I reach my box.

Blood pours out of my nostrils. I know my nose is broken.

I've never seen this ferocity in her before. Then again, I haven't really seen her since the beginning of the Games. I guess she's changed since then.

She kicks my stomach, knocking me down. Then she takes a knife out of her belt and attempts to stab my heart, but I sit up and the last second and she cuts my forehead instead. My eyes, nose, and mouth fill with the blood rushing down my face.

"Fine," she snarls and cuts my thighs in such a way that I can't stand without a searing pain pulsing through my body.

I use my arm to wipe the blood out of my eyes and watch Genevive open my box. Inside is a majestic white horse.

She mounts it and rides it around in a large circle. Then they trot over to me. She jumps down and leans in close to my ear.

"Too bad. You can really get around on him. And, if need be, eat him. But you won't be needing him now, right?" She stands up. "I think I'll name him... Truffle. He reminds me of those white-chocolate truffles my dad would bring hom on Fridays. Well, goodbye, Nan."

She kneels back down, places one hand on my chest, then uses the other to drive her knife into my heart.

Doon Wainright's POV- D8

BOOM! The first kill of the Feast.

I've almost got my gift. I just need to kill one more mutt- Ryker Hawk. I stab my sword at him, and his newly-grown claws slash open my arm. He bares his sharpened fangs at me. Although they look normal on the outside, these mutts are deadly. Of course they are. They were built for revenge.

I use my fork to open his throat, and he's dead within thirty seconds. Then I rip open my gift.

Bounding Boots. I saw them given to a girl from District Three four years ago. They helped her jump up to thirty feet into the air, far out of her enemies' reach. She made it to the final two before she was strangled by a Career.

I quickly put them on and jump to test them. I go twenty feet into the air. When I land, I try to jump higher, and make it about thirty-five feet up. Then I survey the battle.

Genevive rides a white horse, which must have been Nan's gift, over the hills. Soon she and the animal are out of sight. Alicia's still battling some girl who I don't remember ever seeing. She must've died early on. Possibly in the bloodbath. Pearce knocks Kaeit's box out of her hand, which she's already opened, and pushes her down. Then he punches her.

He takes out a bottle from his box and drizzles its contents all over the barely concious girl. He lights a match and drops it on her, igniting her body. She moves a little, but doesn't seem to notice the fact that she's engulfed in flames.

BOOM! Even though her cannon sounds, signaling her death, her body continues to burn. Soon all that's left of her is a pile of ashes.

I advance and come up behind Pearce. He hears me, though, and suddenly turns around. He drenches me in the same liquid he covered Kaeit in. Lighting a match, he steps toward me. I jump out of reach and land on top of him, pinning him down. He struggles, but I'm stronger than him. He manages to set my pants on fire. I take out my fork and stab his stomach and his throat. The fire from my pants spreads to him, lighting him up as well.

I get off of him and roll on the ground, extinguishing the fire. He manages to put himself out as well, but the cut on his throat has widened and he chokes on his own blood.

Genevive Hawkins' POV- D3

BOOM! Another death. The fourth today. Which means there are four of us left. Which means the Games could end today. Maybe I can win if I just hide out here for a bit and out-last the others.

My thoughts are interrupted by a silver parachute arriving in front of me. I open it eagerly and find a gallon of water and a loaf of bread. Perfect! I take out my knife to cut the bread, then notice all the blood on it.

My smile disappears as I slowly realize what I've done.

The events from this morning replay themselves in my head.

I remember being released and sprinting toward my gift. Then I ran at nan and punched her, hoping to knock her out and steal whatever giant gift she'd gotten. But it felt so good to hurt her; to release some of my anger at the Capitol, at the Games, I wanted to do it again. So I kicked her, knocking her down. Then I felt as if the soul inside me had left, leaving a rabid, uncontrollable monster behind in my body. It took over and I tried to kill her. Then I cut her legs and rode Truffle. Then I did kill her. What was wrong with me?

The more I think about it, the worse I feel. I throw my knife as far away as possible as the tears begin to flow. I shake with sobs, overcome by the extreme damage I've done. I've taken a life, just like countless others have done before me, caught up in the evil of the Games.

I break off a chunk of bread and chew it slowly as I cry. When it's finally gone, I re-hydrate myself by drinking about a quarter of the water. I whimper as the sun begins to set.

Alicia Evans' POV- D1

I eat an apple and some beef jerkey as the faces appear in the sky. The final battle of the Feast sticks in my mind.

After getting my gift of gas that will knock someone out, I watch Doon kill Pearce and flee to the other side of the mountain. I run over to Amaryllis, who's still fighting Jess. Right before Amaryllis swings her scythe, I grab her from behind and slam her to the ground.

"Thanks," Jess says, breathing heavily.

"No problem," I reply. "I have some stuff that can knock her out. Want me to use it?"

"Nah, I want her concious for this." Jess smiles evily. I can't wait to see what she has in mind.

She takes Amaryllis' scythe and uses the tip to write the word "revenge" on Amaryllis' forehead. Blood streaks her face.

Jess then cuts her chest open so that the heart is exposed, but not penetrated. It still beats, but with every beat a new gush of blood pours out. She gasps in pain. Jess smiles at Amaryllis, then runs off and disappears over the side of the section.

I watch as Amaryllis struggles to stay alive. I can see her heart begin to slow. Then, I see it stop.

BOOM!

The hovercraft collects her body. When it's gone, I rip open her gift. Wings.

They don't move, but if I jump into the air facing the wind, it'll pick me up and I can glide. I climb onto the top of the Cornucopia and jump off. I soar over my camp.

If I lean slightly to the left, I make a wide turn to the left. Same goes for the right. I land softly and take off the wings.

Settling in for bed, one thought keeps bouncing around in my mind.

There are three of us left. Tomorrow the Games will end. Tomorrow I will win.

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Points:

neb88:
Doon Wainright- 110

Skywriter5:
Alicia Evans- 130

primrose98:
Genevive Hawkins- 25