Lawson Charion, D12

"Minnia. Minnia no, you stay with us. You don't leave us." Lawson was begging, pleading for Minnia to stay alive. Shortly after the rocks had pinned her to the ground, they'd realized that she was bleeding. She'd been losing blood all night, and they all began moving the rocks in the night, trying to free her. There had just been too many.

By morning, light was able to filter through the rubble, giving them some light in the cave. Parker was still working from this side, while the rest of them moved the rocks from the entrance. Lawson knew she was going, and he'd stopped working to be there with her. His pants were stained with blood by this point. Did they not have sponsors? Were they withholding their tribute gifts, allowing Minnia to die like this?

Less than three minutes had passed before her eyes closed. Less than five before she stopped breathing, and her cannon went off. The hovercraft wouldn't be able to get to her in here, and unless they moved the rocks, he and Parker would die here, too. Lawson laid her hand down by her side and went back to work. A few hours later, they had made a hole large enough to squeeze through. Lawson had to keep from losing it as they got Minnia through the opening before crawling out themselves. He didn't want to leave her behind, but they had to keep moving. Tributes would be able to see the hovercraft, if they were high up enough, and they would know that there were people around the mountain.

They moved higher, and the air got colder. Lawson discovered that the jackets they were given were insulated. Maybe they'd be able to wait out the games here, where hardly any other tributes would risk venturing.

Guerard Willam, D8

"Look at that!" Guerard exclaimed, pointing down the hill. The trees were thinning, and he could see the base of the mountain range that made up an entire edge of the arena. Carsander jumped down from the tree he had been in, and Guerard pointed out the lake. It was rather large, settled in an alcove formed by the mountains. They had run out of water last night, and the sight of the lake made Guerard feel the thirst in the back of his mouth.

They rushed down to the water's edge, and dunked their heads in. Guerard took a big drink of the water. It was clean and fresh. He looked up, and that's when he saw them. A group of islands, sitting in the center of the lake, about two hundred feet from the shore. It would make a great hiding spot. They'd be able to see anyone coming, as they'd have to reach the island by swimming.

"Let's find some food, first, before we go out there. There may not be anything on that island." Carsander actually had to pull Guerard away from the water as they reentered the woods to scavenge for food.

Eventually, they came across a small flock of birds, pecking at the ground. Guerard watched as Sander launched his spear into the flock, taking down one of the birds. The rest of them scattered, but one was enough. They worked on it together, cutting it into smaller bits and using two fire, so that hey could cook it faster and get away.

The island didn't have any animals, but there was one tree that had fruit on it. They were sweet, very sweet and very filling. One piece of the fruit and Guerard could barely eat any of the bird. They rested on the island. Guerard kept watch as Sander slept, running his fingers through his blonde hair. Even here, in the arena, this was his happy ending coming true.

Fiona Fierry, D5

Fiona heard the parachute coming down, and as it landed on the ground, she picked it up and opened the bag attached. Inside was a suit, very thin and black, textured to match the surroundings. It would make it very easy to sneak around at night with this. Too bad it wasn't her size. It looked too big for Iris, and it definitely would not fit any of the boys, so Fiona had to assume that this gift was for Seairra. She woke the girl up, and handed her the clothing.

"This just came for you," she said, holding it out for her to take. Seairra thanked her, and then looked up, presumably to a camera hidden away in the leaves of the trees, and thanked the sponsors. She ran off to put on the clothes. Fiona picked some berries off of the bush that they had been eating from, and tried to lay down for some sleep. Zane had woken up with Seairra, so he could handle keeping watch. But before she could close her eyes, she saw them coming.

Three careers, all from One, were running through the woods at them, weapons raised. Fiona jumped to her feet and yelled for Gustin and Iris to wake up. They needed to run. Run or fight. They didn't have time to run. The Careers were upon them too quickly.

Fiona picked up her knife and dodged an attack from one of the two boys. She drove her blade into his arm and he fell down, where Zane managed to get his spear into the boy's chest. Boom. He died. Boom. Another death. Fiona turned around and saw little Iris lying on the forest floor, her neck twisted in an odd, abnormal angle. The girl from One had done it, and Fiona, along with Zane, jumped on her. She managed to get out from under them before Fiona could use her knife. She and the remaining boy ran off, injured but unfortunately alive.

Fiona picked up the little girl, taking her head in her lap. The sponsors wouldn't like the tears rolling down her face right now, but she didn't care. Iris had been too young to die like this.

Seairra came skipping back into view, a smile on her face that vanished as she took in the scene. A dead career and Iris in Fiona's lap. Zane and Gustin out of breath and bleeding from several minor cuts on their bodies. The girl looked as if she was going to scream. Gustin put his arms around her and tried to calm her down. They needed to get into hiding, but Fiona knew that she would kill the girl from One.

Macen McGrathe, D11

Macen had been watching the tributes from Twelve, or what was left of them, moving rocks out of the cave all morning. They had at the very top of the tree line, and he and the rest of Eleven had been laying low in the highest branches. Last night, they'd decided on trying to attack the Career's base, but Macen knew they'd be outnumbered easily. They needed allies from another district, and Twelve was so close.

"What are you staring at? Have they seen us?" asked Juniper, who was sitting a branch below him, with Aprila. Macen shook his head.

"Remember how Tawny said she wanted to attack the Careers? What if we enlisted Twelve?"

"Are you stupid? They'd kill you the second you got too close."

"Not a long alliance, just long enough to make the attack, and then we'd all go back to needing each other dead. But if we go in and try to fight the careers alone, we'll all die." That's when Jasper piped in.

"Go run to Twelve if you think it's safe. Get them in an alliance and bring them back here." Macen knew that Jasper wasn't being serious, but he didn't care.

He climbed down the tree, jumping from the branches when he was low enough to the ground. He'd grabbed Jasper's sickle on the way down. Jasper rushed after him.

"Dude, no. I wasn't serious! You'll be killed!" he exclaimed. Macen felt it as he tried grabbing for the sickle, and he whipped around.

"I know I can convince them! They'll want the Careers dead as much as we do. And if they kill me, then that's one less member of Eleven you'll have as final competition." Jasper released his grip on the sickle, and Macen ran for the mountains.

He found them sooner than he'd expected. One of them had strung a net over a small spot of rock where the climb was easy, and when he'd slipped on a handhold, it had fallen, trapping him. They were on him quickly, the three boys and three girls, but they had barely any weapons.

"Listen to me. Please, just hear me out!" He'd pleaded. He explained to them Eleven's plan to attack the Careers, and asked if they would join in on the temporary alliance. Macen hoped with everything he had that they would say yes, because at this point, if they didn't join, they were in the perfect position to kill him. The silence made him fear for his life, until one girl spoke up.

"I'm in," she said, looking at the others in her group. They slowly agreed with her, and the alliance grew to include Twelve.

Damien Greyson D9

Damien had overheard the tributes from Eleven and Twelve creating their new alliance. He was up on the mountain, as well, his body, clothes, and backpack painted gray and brown with the mud. Twelve hadn't even noticed that one of their knives was missing, or that from Damien's prior cave, a small burrow right next to the cavern Twelve had been in, a few good, strong kicks to the wall would cause a rockslide.

And now, from what he had heard, he was going to get the chance to raid the Career's supplies. They'd be busy fighting with the tributes coming in for the attack, they probably wouldn't notice if some supplies went missing. What he needed most right now was another sheath of arrows. His supply was running low; only five left. If he could get more arrows, he'd be set.

Damien hadn't needed to kill yet; his weapons were more for hunting, and defense. He knew the careers wanted him dead. He had surpassed most of them in the individual sessions, and being the arrogant brats they usually were, a high scoring tribute had to be one of the first ones killed. If he was going to survive the attack, he'd need to find some sort of weapon other than his knife. He didn't want to risk any of his arrows on the fight, in case he couldn't find another quiver.

He followed the group back down the mountain to Eleven's base. They were in the trees, but Damien's mud cover still provided good camouflage in this terrain. When they left for the Career base, he'd follow behind and make a run for the supplies.

The Fallen

Bloodbath Fatalities

Galinda Glassman, District Two. Stepped off plate too soon.

Brinden McHale, District Two. Axed by Reyes in the woods.

Danice Holmes, District Three Tripped and tangled in grass while running, stabbed by Luna.

Warner Brackson, District Three. Beheaded by Cubic.

Emmia Gingrass, District Three. Stabbed through by Peter.

Leon Marvash, District Four. Stabbed by Paxton.

Lunara Scheff, District Four. Stabbed by Paxton.

Ganch Sightson, District Five. Speared by Ember.

Bridgely Olivier, District Five. Shot by Alaine with an arrow to the heart.

Marshall Hanally, District Six. Throat cut by Aaron.

Dunston Peolle, District Six. Stabbed in the neck by Alpha.

Eticari Dexter, District Six. Throat cut by Star.

Carson Saller, District Seven. Knife to the back by Ronan.

Alaine Tulette, District Seven. Speared by Peter.

Laurel Stitch, District Eight. Speared by Ember.

Marcell Owens, District Eight. Stabbed by Peter.

Alaric Nevynne, District Eight. Clubbed by Emmia.

Ellias Mirones, District Eight. Stabbed by Ember.

Jones Relling, District Nine. Stabbed in the neck by Parker.

Giana Thegron, District Nine. Stabbed by Kai.

Marien Eckings, District Ten. Throat cut by Alpha.

Yvaine Oronue, District Ten. Stabbed in the back by Cubic.

Vincent Peresone, District Ten. Speared by Ruben.

Niko Whiatt, District Eleven. Stabbed in the stomach by Thalassa.

Anton Corathas, District Eleven. Stabbed in the heart by Luxe.

Whytt Ulric, District Twelve. Chest slashed by Peter.

The Remaining Fallen

Glint McCray, District One. Stabbed by Fiona and Zane.

Alarzin Blackley, District Five. Stabbed by Guier.

Iris Dreamccoat, District Five. Neck broken by Cubic.

Brantley Nuze, District Seven. Stabbed by Rachel.

Casson Scealve, District Ten. Throat cut by Ronan.

Dahl Ledorian, District Ten. Stabbed by Thalassa.

Minnia Mitchall, District Twelve. Killed in the rockslide.

Here you are, the updated The Fallen list. Remember that you can send sponsor gifts to your favorite tributes. Send 'em now because, like in the books, as the numbers dwindle, the prices will increase. We finally have our first death from District One. Glint shouldn't have been so dumb to go 'hunting' with an injured leg...tsk tsk. Anyway, pleasse review. I love reviews. Damien's got them ninja skills going on. Will he survive the attack on the Cornucopia? Will Sloan have her revenge?