Day Three

Early Morning into late Morning

Mitchell 'Maxwell' Descosne, D6

Kieran was gone. He'd been one of Mitchell's best friends back in Six, and now he was gone. Mitchell pulled himself from the burrow, to where the hovercraft had just removed the bodies. Kariette, too. She was gone now, as well. At least one more person from Six was going to die.

That thought is what made him turn around, to see Jovane hugging Ilenia close to her. Mitchell understood that they were close back home. He was the outsider to their alliance. He'd be the one who was dead if they made it to the end. Jovane seemed o understand this, too. She released Ilenia, picked up the spear, and handed it to him.

"It's for the best," she said quietly. Mitchell nodded to her, and took the spear with him as he left his district. How would the sponsors react to this? Without an alliance, as fault as it may have become, his odds had just been lowered a little.

Mitchell headed out into the forest, where at least, eventually, he'd find water. He had no food, though, and his weapon wasn't the greatest for hunting. He'd have to hope that something would cross his path.

Bronze Nexton, D1

"You're covered in blood," Bronze said worriedly, seeing the red marks across Cubic's and Luxe's clothes. They seemed fine, though.

"It was the girl from Nine. She put up a fight. We waited a hours in her cave, to see if the others from her district would show up, but they didn't seem to…" She was cut off mid sentence by Sloan, who had tackled her. Luxe looked ready to kill the girl, but Peter stepped in and pulled her off of Cubic before she could get killed.

"How dare you, Nine!" Cubic barked back at Sloan. Bronze and Luxe were holding her back, the only thing they could do to keep Sloan's head on her body. Bronze did more of the work, as he figured Luxe would let Cubic go after the girl.

"Who was it? Who did you kill from my district?" She was screaming, but then again, Bronze figured that no one would be dumb enough to attack their base. Cubic laughed.

"Some girl, maybe fifteen? What do you care? I thought you fought for us now?" Dammit, Cubic, thought Bronze, don't egg her on! He felt his grip slipping on her shoulder. He turned to see that Sloan, at least, wasn't thrashing around in Peter's arms anymore. He faintly heard her whisper the name 'Aleah', her shoulders and head slumped.

"I fight against Greyson, not against Nine." He heard her say. Not even Peter showed sympathy at her statement, though.

"We fight against anyone outside of our alliance. I'm sorry Sloan, but you'll have to get used to it." Bronze finally let go of Cubic, who seemed to have calmed down. She was still staring daggers at Sloan, though.

"Just watch yourself around me, Nine. I might snap, and you really wouldn't want that." She walked off, laughing, Luxe following suit. Peter brought Sloan back to the tent she'd been using.

Bronze went back to his dinner with Shine and Star. They'd watched the whole fight, and he heard Shine say something along the lines of 'dinner entertainment'. He ripped into the bird on his plate, a gift from Four, who had managed to net and capture a small flock of birds. It was juicy, and he lived for the fresh meat. It felt like he'd been here, in the arena, for so long, when it was barely into the third day.

When everyone finished eating, Peter ad Ember told everyone the sleeping schedule for the night. Bronze was lucky enough to merit the honor of keeping watch, along with Star, Helena of Two, and Ruben and Ronan from Four. Everyone else got the chance to sleep. Bronze noticed Peter sleeping outside of Sloan's tent. He knew that some of the Careers would love to kill the girl in her sleep. Bronze just sat there, not making conversation, like the others did. He just wanted his shift of watching to end so he could finally get some sleep.

Alyssandra Collyn, D3

"You got a sponsor gift?" asked Tinkra, poking her head out of the burrow. Alyssandra had just picked up the parachute, and the oddly oblong pod that had been carried by it. He opened it to find a dagger, serrated on one side. The hilt of it was bound in leather, and there was a sheath, too, in the pod. She fastened the gift to her belt. Just as she did so, another parachute came down. It fell into Aaron's lap, which woke him. He opened it, groggily, and pulled out a helmet. It fit snuggly on his head, and Alyssandra wondered if any of the others would be getting a parachute.

No others came. Veris suggested that they go looking for food as a whole, this time, seeing as how Guier and Aaron had a close encounter with Five last time around. They gathered their weapons and supplies and headed out. Alyssandra had found a lake nestled in the mountains yesterday, so she suggested they start there. It was a good two hours to find the lake again, and Alyssandra was nearly knocked over as Tinkra flung herself forward into the water. Alyssandra laughed, accepting Guier's hand as he helped her to her feet.

"Who knew the girl could swim?" laughed Veris, watching Tinkra paddle around in the water. Alyssandra went down to the edge of the water, and filled her canteen before drinking straight from the lake. It was wonderfully cool. The boys were at the water's edge within a second, following her in filling up what containers they had. This would be a good spot to find food.

Guerard Amell, D8

"Get down!" Guerard whisper-shouted at Carsander, who was near the edge of their island. Sander almost instantly dropped down into a crouching position, his knife out and ready.

"What happened?" he asked, looking around. Guerard point out through the tree cover, at the edge of the lake, where five tributes from Three were sitting around. One of them was in the water, swimming. If she could swim, she would be able to get out here. If she showed the others, then their island was no longer safe. Nothing in the arena stayed safe for long. Guerard pulled out his bow, the gift he'd gotten from the sponsors in the night. He wasn't the greatest archer, but it was something. He strung an arrow into the bow, and prepared to let it fly.

The arrow actually managed to hit a target. Not his intended target, but it grazed the arm of the girl who had been swimming in the water. He quickly shot another, which hit the ground near one of the boys. They seemed to realize that it was an attack, and, with the swimming girl screaming, they ran back into the woods. Guerard felt horrible about hurting her, but this game was a matter of life and death.

Bren Wrane, D9

"Where's Aleah?" Bren poked his head out of their cave along the beach. She'd gone out to the other cave last night, which they'd found flooded with water, trapping fish inside. She was supposed to come back in the morning with the catch. The others seemed to register what he'd said, and they rushed over to Aleah's cave, about a quarter mile down the beach.

Bren was horrified to find the cave empty, Aleah's backpack on the floor, and covered in blood. They knew what it meant, but no one wanted to say it. They'd already lost Sloan, though her face hadn't shown in the sky. Bren and Galvin blocked the sight from Amber, who was so small. There were only three of them left. Damien was still out there, but Bren wasn't sure if he could be trusted.

The beach wasn't safe anymore. The three of them went back to their cave, and packed their stuff. Galvin led the way into the forest, and when the came across a good looking tree, they tried climbing it. None of them were great climbers, so it became a challenge.

"Stop!" called someone, coming into the clearing Bren looked up to see a wall of tributes. He judged by their shirts that they were from Five, Eleven and Twelve. He knew his death had come. They had no way of fighting off that many tributes. "Please, here us out," the boy from Eleven said, almost pleadingly. Bren froze. That wasn't what he expected.

Zane Aperechton, D5

"So, you're in?" he asked the older looking boy from Nine, who still had a knife in his hands. He could understand the position the three tributes were in. When Eleven and Twelve had found them, Zane had tried to attack them. He looked over at the girl from Eleven that had a bandage around her arm from where he cut her.

"We're in, but Amber sits this out. We're not dragging her into this fight." Zane knew Amber was the twelve-year-old from Nine. Funny how almost all the districts in this alliance had a twelve-year-old with them. Five would have had Iris here if it hadn't been for that girl from One. She was the reason he agreed to this attack. He wanted to kill her personally for taking Iris out of the game.

They had the manpower for the attack, but they were still short on weapons. They had to think of a way to arm themselves before the attack, which they decided on doing in two days, right after the careers went on their hunting escapades. It would lower the numbers they would have to fight, and it would make getting at the supplies a lot easier.

Zane was ready, mentally and physically, to murder the Careers.

Hey guys, sorry the POV's are so short, but it was one of those times where you just can't write anymore on the topic. I put more POVs in this chapter to hopefully make up for it. What do you think. 5, 9, 11, and 12 are allied against the Careers, and Damien is stalking them. How will this play out *twiddles fingers maniacally* hahaha.

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