Cicenna Arlenos, D8

Cicenna watched the sky that night, while Sarah slept, to see who had caused the cannon to sound. She held back the choked sound in her throat as Guerard's face lit the night sky. He was gone. Where was Carsander? He was alone now, for sure. This was the first death from their district since the bloodbath, and with Guerard and Carsander as a couple, the game makers were probably loving the amount of attention the games were getting right now. Cicenna leaned back into the trunk of the tree, ready from morning to come. She wanted to find Carsander.

Thalassa Pearl, D4

"Stop squirming. I need to clean the wound. You won't be fighting with this arm anymore." Thalassa pulled Ronan back to the ground. He'd been pulling away each time she poured water into the deep cut on his arm. She'd boiled the water, so that the heat would help get rid of any bacteria. Or, at least she hoped. Right now, her job was to heal, but when Ronan got better, her job would be to kill, and Ruben would be right there at the top of her list.

After she finished bandaging Ronan's wound, she helped him into a comfortable position so she could feed him. He could this this himself, but she wanted to coddle him. They didn't have much; They hadn't been able to go hunt since Ruben went crazy. THalassa split their remaining greens, and the packaged meat they'd saved from the split a few days ago. She fed him his share and then let him rest while she ate. She needed him to get better, and fast.

Damien Greyson, D9

Damien helped Sloan to her feet. She was well enough now that he felt he didn't have to help her survive anymore. Now was the time for her to decide.

"What…what do you mean?" She asked him, an edge in her voice, still.

"I'm asking you. Do you want to continue this alliance, as peaceful allies? Or should I give you a weapon and send you in the other direction?" He knew of her original plans to kill him, and Damien wasn't about to let that happen. One, he didn't want to die. Two, he didn't want Sloan to have to deal with that back in the district when she got home.

"I…I can't go this alone. I won't make it." Damien was surprised. He'd thought she'd have grabbed his best weapon and run off. This was a new side to the girl who had hated him so badly she wanted to kill her own district partner.

"Fine. Here you go," he handed her one of his spears. "And…I'm begging here, please don't kill me in my sleep. Deal?"

"Deal."

Damien led the way from there. They were out of food, so today would have to be dedicated to hunting for a new supply.

Aaron Sierra, D3

Aaron was paranoid. He felt all alone, which, essentially, he was now. Every crack of a twig or rustle of leaves in the trees sent him into a panic. He didm't have the comfort of allies anymore. His spear was gripped so tightly in his hands that he could see his knuckles turning white. He hadn't eaten or slept since he lost Alyssandra and TInkra. Veris was gone, and so were the others. He'd had enough time to become friends with those three, though, which is why he felt so horrible now. Why did he get to live when they died?

A cannon sounded. Aaron jumped at the noise, and then realized with horror that the hovercraft was close to his location. A dead tribute was nearby, and that meant that so was their killer. Aaron booked it away from the hovercraft, not planning to stop until it was out of view.

Aaron ran into something, or rather, someone. It was a girl, small and blonde, but with a wicked look in her wide eyes. She was wearing the color of Two, and Aaron panicked when he saw one of the Careers step from behind a tree.

"Please. Please," he begged. The girl didn't falter. She pulled back on the string of her bow.

"Just make it quick, Elle," called the Career boy. She nodded, not taking her eyes off of Aaron. He was glad for the boy in this instant, as the girl trained the arrow on his head, he knew it would be quick. He could only hope for painless.

Hardly.

Peter Cooper, D2

Peter heard a second cannon, and watched as the hovercraft that had just picked up the boy from Eleven turned around and headed to retrieve the next tribute. Peter followed it as silently as he could, hoping that the attackers would still be in the area.

He chased the hovercraft until it stopped in the clearing with the boy from Three.

"You!" he yelled. It was Paxton and and the Capitol girl. Peter pulled the sword from his belt again. That hovercraft would have to wait for just two more tributes.

"Run!" he heard Paxton scream. He and the girl took off, and Peter watched as they both loaded arrows into their bows. Peter started weaving through the trees to avoid giving them a good shot. Arrows flew past him, but he kept running. He didn't want to test his armor against Capitol arrows.

Unfortunately, his protection slowed him down. Paxton was fast, like him, and he must have been training Elle since they arrived in the arena. They managed to escaped in the growth of the trees. Peter slowed to catch his breath, annoyed more than ever over Paxton being alive

The Fallen

Aaron Sierra, District Three. Killed by Elle.

Macen McGrathe, District Eleven. Killed by Peter.

Two more tributes down. And two more districts as well. Eleven and Three are out of the race. Did you expect either of them to last longer than they did?

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