Damien Greyson, D9

Damien stood over Daniel's unmoving body. Even if it had been the real Daniel, Damien wasn't sure if he'd have done any different. It had been Daniel and the rest of their gang that had turned Damien over to the Peacekeepers in the first place. If anything, it was them that Damien blamed for being here in the arena.

Daniel hadn't been the strongest of their group. He'd been more brain. So, when this…thing, managed to overtake him at first, Damien knew it had to have been some sort of Capitol trick. He killed it easily.

Sloan, he realized. Russell had to have been a trick, as well. He had to find her. Did every tribute have a mutt personalized to look like someone the gamemakers though the tribute would trust? It had to be. This was their sick twist of a finale. And now Damien was worried that they'd send something else after him for killing their precious mutt so quickly. Right now, though, it didn't matter, and Damien sprinted off in search of Sloan.

Carsander Amell, D8

"Ronnie, get down!" Carsander yelled as he pushed his sister aside. There was someone, not a tribute, running straight at them from the top of the hill. Carsander didn't have enough time to even pull out his knife before the girl was on top of him. She was dressed the same way Ronnie was, in all brown, simple clothes.

"You lose, Tribute Amell," hissed the girl as she whipped around, placing Carsander's head in her arms. The grip was too tight. She was either going to suffocate him, or snap his neck. Carsander looked up and just saw Ronnie sitting there. Not even helping. She was in plain view of the stranger, and she could clearly see that Carsander was about to die, and yet she just sat there, watching intently. But Carsander wasn't going to die like this. He used what strength he had left to get the knife from its sheath, and jam it into the girl's shoulder. She cried out, and released Sander. He moved quickly, pulling out Guerard's old knife and using that one to stab her through the stomach. She fell over, dead, rather quickly.

"Amanda? Where are you?" Carsander heard Cicenna's voice. Was this girl a relative of Cicenna's? A friend? And he'd killed her. Despite his confusion about Ronnie at the moment, he pulled her off to the side, out of view of the dead girl. Cicenna came over the top of the hill, searching. And Carsander heard the scream. And Cicenna was running down the hill. And she lifted the dead girl into her arms, crying out. And before Carsander knew better, Ronnie jumped from their hiding spot, and grabbed for Carsander's knife, still wedged in the girl's shoulder.

"Stop! Ronnie, stop!" He screamed, jumping up from his crouch. Cicenna had enough time to pull out her spear.

"You." She said sinisterly, pointing the spear at Carsander, and then back to Ronnie. "You did this."

"She attacked me!"

"She wouldn't hurt a fly back home in Eight. You expect me to believe you?" Ronnie inched forward.

"Ronnie, stop!" But she didn't. Ronnie leapt forward at Cicenna, who managed to slice open her left arm with the spear. Carsander tried getting in to pull his sister off of Cicenna, but when he got close, the spear, or a knife, nearly ripped him open. The fight ended when Ronnie managed to get his knife into Cicenna's neck.

The cannon sounded instantly.

"What is wrong with you?" He yelled at her. "I said stop!"

"No," was her response, and she picked up Cicenna's spear. Ronnie spun in place, aiming the point directly at Carsander's forehead.

"What…what are you doing?"

"What I came here to do." This wasn't Ronnie. Carsander took off, running as fast as he could from whatever that was that looked like his sister. She - it - chased him, spear in hand. His only hope right now could be to outrun it. Her left arm was bleeding very bad, so hopefully the running would cause it to bleed out.

Thalassa Pearl, D4

"One, two, three," said Thalassa, as she pulled the arrow free of Ronan's back. It'd gotten pretty deep. She'd washed his shirt in the water from the river, and then tore it up, making a large bandage to wrap around his chest to stop the bleeding. Thalassa threw the arrow into the river.

"How bad," he asked. Thalassa wasn't about to lie to him.

"Not the greatest situation, but you'll survive. C'mon, lay down. No moving until it stops bleeding. We're not going after Ruben. You need to rest, and I'm going to keep watch."

"No. Go find Ruben. I'll stay hidden. Just give me a weapon, and I'll be fine."

"Don't you get it. You can't exert yourself or it'll start bleeding again. This isn't good, Ronan. You're more important to me than Ruben is, so he'll just have to figure it out on his own."

"Figure what out?" Thalssa turned on the spot. She'd expected Ruben, but instead she was looking directly at Peter. And there was another boy with him, and they were both armed. It was the mutt.

"That you're friend here isn't who he says he is. Leave, Peter. I don't want to hurt you." Thalassa drew her blade, but Peter only laughed.

"Don't worry, you won't." He attacked. Thalassa dropped a spear for Ronan to use. He'd need it. Thalassa managed to divert Peter away from from Ronan, who she hoped would be able to fend off the mutt. Peter was a great fighter, but so was Thalassa. She managed to avoid his blows, but she hardly managed any herself. And then she heard a loud thud. Peter froze, as well. The both turned to see the boy, the mutt, speared through. And Ronan was on his feet and clutching a tree. Thalassa took the opportunity, and knocked Peter off his feet before running. She grabbed Ronan's arm and pulled him along. She should have killed Peter, but she panicked, and now it was too late.

The Fallen

Cicenna Arlenos, District Eight. Killed by mutts.

More mutts have blown their cover. Would Peter have figured it out on his own? Will he believe what Thalassa said about Colin not being Colin, or will he mourn the loss of who he thought was his boyfriend? Will Damien find Sloan? What's going through Carsander's mind right now? Am I doing a good job at making this A/N sound like a soap-opera, hahahaha.

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