The 125th Hunger Games, Day Seven

This is going to be one heck of a day, there will be a lot of POV's and a lot of death, so hold on, here we go! No sponsors today, because I can't guarantee that you'll live...

Gideon Moran POV

Okay, the Gamemakers have been cranking the heat up in the cave. It's sweltering, I'm sweating and I haven't even done anything yet. Hopefully no one dies of heat stroke or something.

Libya's sniffling in a corner of the cavern, probably because of Rick. He died yesterday, and he was all we had left of an alliance. I moved on, but Libya's just a crybaby like that. I go back to sharpening my knife, a curved blade serrated on the edges. Good for cutting. It defended us from the mutts of yesterday. With those hideous claws, dripping with poison...

I shake the thought. "Come on Libya. Let's find some water," I tell her. She nods, and slowly follows me. We walk for a long time. Finally we hear the calm waves of water from the next room. I peek in. And then cover my mouth.

We just stumbled upon the Career pack. They're sitting in the Cornucopia room, eating sandwiches and drinking water from bottles. Must be having lunch. Too bad we do't have any freakin' sponsors to give us something. One of them has a big, fancy spear. Another has a type of body armor, from the Capitol, probably.

I weigh death by thirst and death by knife and choose the latter. They Careers look busy, they won't notice me sneaking around behind the Cornucopia. Libya follows me as I stealthily walk towards the pool.

Oops. I trip on my shoes and fall face down into the hard, cave earth. Somuch for stealth. Throw that idea out the window.

Half of the Careers are running toward me in no time. "Run, Libya!" She follows my order, running into the big room with the pit that we saw earlier. Good. I pull my knife and prepare to fight to my certain death. I cross blades with the District Two guy, Ross, and we fight for a while and then I trip again. I should strap my shoelaces down or something like it.

Flight. That's my next move. I follow the way my sister went, into the pit room. Too late, several of the Careers are already in the pit room, chasing Libya. I feel a spear graze my arm, sending stabs of pain through me. I keep running in my wounded state, until finally a sword runs across my back. Before I go out, I look forward. And everything just goes red, with a big, BOOM!

Izzi Locklear POV

We've been walking for close to an hour now, looking for a good place to rest. Our food needs are covered, for now. We got some food yesterday, in time, because we were all starving.

Suddenly, I hear a scream. Whipping behind me, I can see it wasn't one of the littler kids. We have just entered a room with a huge pit in the center, and it's blistering hot in here. Wiping the sweat off of my brow, I look for the screamer. It's a girl, running from an invisible threat. Oh, wait. It's the Careers. They're chasing her into the pit room. That's what you call unlucky odds, to be sure. Everyone in our alliance turns to run.

Hissing suddenly starts sounding in the room. I think of poisonous vipers, really anything, but then i register my surrounding. The pit, the heat, the hissing... It dawns on me.

"Run!" I try to scream, but it's overpowered by the explosion. We're all sent flying towards the walls, as the room gets unmistakably hotter. We're all doomed, but somehow I manage the strength to get up. My ears ringing from the blast, I find Gracie, she's lying down, and scoop her up and struggle out of there. The room is a volcano. It just detonated.

I spot the lava oozing out of the center pit, and decide to sprint. I fall, still weak, but push myself out of the room, Gracie in arms. I lie down out of the room. Zuper made it out too.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I can't tell if the room is still exploding or others are dead. Others are dead, for sure. Some more cannons ring out, but I don't care.

I look back, once more, to see the destruction. Burned bodies, being charred by the heat, sinking into the ground, slowly. Terror runs through me, as I see Oliver. And Dehlia. Oliver...Dehlia... both were great people, deserving a chance to live. Screw the Capitol. And their pleasure in the Games.

Catie Sapphire POV

Gosh, an explosion. Not terribly original, but terribly effective. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! four dead, already. Including the one I assisted in killing, the Moran. Or Moron, I should say, he freakin walked out in front of us, inviting death. His sister ran into the explosion room. Just great, isn't it?

Of course, I'm safe in the Cornucopia room, waiting for survivors. Not worried about any, the others deserve to die. They're all stupid, and I'll have to kill them later. Oh, well. Not now. The explosion will weaken them.

The only one I worry about is Salmon. She ran with the other Careers into the explosion. I kinda liked her, she was really kinda mentally depressed after her brother got killed. A couple of more cannons sound, more are dead.

I spot the lava in the other room. Oh, great, lava. It doesn't come in the Cornucopia room. Guess all is left to do is wait for the faces to show when the 'night' comes.

Brynja Lycrum POV

They left me. Those anti-careers left me, just waiting around to die in some god-forsaken cavern. I've been alive, though. Sustained myself. It's all good. about six cannons sound, and I see light coming from the next cavern. The Careers. They probably found some alliance and are rooting out the rest. But the Careers don't come.

The Capitol anthem plays, signaling that a day has passed. Light keeps persisting in that cavern, and it keeps getting brighter. I'm sweating, it's getting hotter too. I watch the dead faces go by. Gideon and Libya Moran, both dead. Dehlia Zahler and her cute little brother. That brute, Eric Smithstone. Good. He's a threat, and sorta insane when he went on that rampage a couple of days ago. Guess the gamemakers didn't want someone mentally insane winning.

It closes with the Welroot girl, who was also in the Careers. Another great threat, gone. It is like unbearably hot now, and then the burns come. That light was lava. It's almost covered this room by now. I get up, screaming, as the burns cover my skin quickly. I'm in no condition to run, as I try to stand and flee. No, the burns cover me, the pain is too much, I give up. Goodbye, District Eleven. Their last hope of a victor is gone.

There's some excitement. I won't post a death list this chapter, because some interesting stuff happens overnight. Thanks for all of the reviews, and we've preatty much made the goal of 75. Let's try for a hundred, okay?

I will not update for a week or so, I'm going on vacation. Expect a huge update when I come back.