Marble Monarch's POV

So after we received our keys, Mace and I decided to skip out on the houses. There isn't anything we really need and we know where pretty much every tribute is going to be today. It would be completly hopless hunting for tributes, since they will all be in their home districts. Which is why we are gong to target tributes' houses and ambush them. The plan would be flawless and we would be closer to winning. As we were wandering through the districts, we noticed that select houses had golden doors, with a Panem seal on them. We figured out that these houses must be the tribute homes. Therefore, we know which houses to target, but not who lives there.

"So which tribute should we kill?" I ask.

"Jazmine from Seven, hands down. She needs to die," Mace says.

"I agree. So we should head to Seven?"

"Yes. We don't know which house she lives in, but there is a fifty fifty shot. And even if we don't end up at her house, we'll get Phan," Mace strategizes.

With that said, the two of us pack up our things and make our way to the Seventh District. It isn't long before we find the line of trees, small at first, merely saplings. But as we travel on, the forest grows thicker with spruces and pines.

Finally, we reach a small villiage with a cluster of rusic looking cottages. It isn't as grand as it is back home. The roads are merely dirt and the houses are run down with rotting wood. Mace and I split up, searching for any houses with a golden door. I search for about five minutes, but I don't have any luck. Just as I am about to give up, Mace calls to me victoriously.

"Found it!"

I quickly run to the sound of his voice, where he is standing next to a boxcar with a golden sliding door.

"She lives in a train?" I ask, shocked.

"Or he. Whoever lives here should die. A homeless hobo can't go winning the games, can they?" Mace sneers.

"Alright, set up camp behind the car. It's still morning, so we'll camp until night."

We work together, setting up our worn tent and set down our heavy packs from our exhausting journey. As we sit in silence, time ticks by. An hour goes by, then two. Soon, we begin to doubt our plan.

"Is anyone going to show up? We're wasting our time, Marble," Mace says, annoyed.

"Shh. I think I hear something. Grab your sword, it's time to kill again," I sneer.

I poke my head out from behind the tent flap and notice a tall figure walking towards us.

"It's Phan. I was hoping for Jazmine, but he'll have to do," I report back to Mace.

Without a second thought, I grab my katana and charge at Phan, taking him by surprise. But, instead of my blade hitting him, he pulls out his own sword, much like mine and blocks my attack. I try again, this time going for his legs, but he defends again. This goes on for a few more minutes, attacking and blocking, over and over again, until I have him in a blade lock. We stare eachother in the eye, as we push our swords against eachother, each of is trying to be stronger. Finally, I manage to twist my sword, so that his katana is knocked out of his hand. His eyes widen in shock as I kick his legs out from under him and point my weapon at his throat.

"Goodbye, Biahni. I love you," he whispers as I finish his life in one stab. I don't know or care who Biahni is, but someone just lost a boyfriend. But I really don't care. The games have changed me. I'm not a sensitive person and I don't care about the lives I will ruin by winning these games.

"Good job, seven left. Who should we kill next?" Mace asks.

Yes, who next? I look at Mace, with his constant sneer and deception brewing in his mind. There's only seven tributes left, why not make it six? We'll have to betray eachother at some point, why not it be now? Mace was a good ally, but I can't let him keep me from winning. It's a sacrifice I must make.

"You."

I take my sword, still bloody from Phan and stab him in the gut before he can react. A cannon fires and my friend drops to the ground.

"Sorry, bro. There can only be one victor."

Dannin Grande's POV

Two cannon fire, interrupting me from entering my apartment and getting my pack. I wonder what just happened for two cannons so close to eachother. Well, I'm now two tributes closer to winning. Six people left and five more dead. When everything is silent again, I re-insert my key into the doorknob and slowly open the door to my apartment. As I enter, a wave of homesickness overcomes me as I look around my home. It's small, that's nothing new, only about ten by ten feet. The metal table in the center pretty much takes up the entire living space.

But as soon as I step in the door, an overwhelming pain enters my head, blinding me and forcing me to fall to the ground. Screams echo from my lungs as I feel trapped inside my mind. What's going on?! The pain is searing, blocking out everything else. But suddenly it stops. The pain goes away and a bright white light swallows me up.

I wake up on a dirt path back in District Five. Not the copy in the arena, the real thing, home. I stand up and look around. It seems like a regular District Five morning, everyone is rushing to work and merchants are selling their goods. But I know that something is off. This day isn't any ordinary day.

Suddenly, in the distance, I hear the barking of a dog.

"No, not today, please not today..."

A scream echoes through the air and a big German Shepard comes barging through the streets, knocking over carts and causing havoc. Mothers carry their children away, and merchants protect their goods as I stand helplessly in the middle of the road. The dog comes sprinting at me, knocking my down and biting at me. I feel the blood from my leg soaking through my dress from the dog's scratching. I am at the brink of death when suddenly, the dog stops and the image fades away. I remember that day clearly, I was only six years old. That day was one of the most traumatic days of my life. I wonder why my mind is going through these memories.

The blackness fades to a bright white light once more as I'm thrown into another flashback. I am sitting on the edge of a bed, next to a coughing old man. I recognize him to be my grandfather. Not this day, too! I can't relive the day of my grandfathers death. But my protestations are useless, and I watch helplessly as I relive that dark, gloomy afternoon.

The rain was pattering against the roof and the thunder rattled our small house. Every now and then, a flash of lightning illuminated the bedroom, causing everyone to jump. The storm was fitting for a day like this, a day full of sadness. Everyone's mood was as gloomy as the weather outside. My mother and father sat on the bedside with worried looks painted across their faces. I knew there wasn't much time left.

My grandfather laid in bed, his face looking pasty and a sad look in his eyes. A cough rattled from his throat, causing him to shake. He had The Illness for a month now and he was losing the battle. Even though the town had done all they could, using every kind of technology available, nobody could find the cure for The Illness that swept its way through District Five. Nobody knew where it came from or how it began. All we knew was that one day, people started getting sick. We have already lost over a hundred people, and now my grandfather would join the dead.

My Granny grasped his hand, silent tears pouring down her sweet, wrinkly face. And, just like that, my grandfather, who spent long evenings telling old stories and showed us how to live the best life we could, took one last breath and passed on. My mother and Granny couldn't hold in their emotions any longer, wept quietly into the quilt that Granny had slaved over for weeks. My little brothers, who were only nine at the time, sobbed into my father's arms. I joined in on the chorus of sobs that echoed through the room on that stormy day. My Grandfather, who's face had always held so much happiness and joy, was now expressionless. I was truly scared for what life would be like without him, and I didn't know what I would do.

Tears are pouring down my cheek as I go through that horrible situation for the second time. I barely have time to regain my composure as a new scene appears. This one is more recent than the others, Reaping day. I look down at myself, my outfit is changed. I am wearing the familiar deep purple dress that I wore on the day I was chosen. I brace myself for the inevitable.

As I stand in line, waiting to be signed in, I brace myself for the sting of the finger prick that says that you are present for Reapings. As the peacekeeper jabs my hand, I wince in pain and my stomach churns at the sight of the blood. I quickly hurry to the fifteen year old section, grabbing my throbbing finger, attempting to ease the pain. Everyone silences as our escort, Geddian Marcuip Jeanine makes his way to the stage. His personality is bearable. He isn't prissy or snobby like the past escorts, but his appearance is, well, interesting. He's sort of intimidating with his red skin, hair, and eyes. My brothers and I joke that someone spilled red dye all over him, making him look like a red monster. I grin slightly, thinking of the memories as Geddian begins to speak.

"Good morning, District Five and welcome to the 125th Reapings!" He shouts loudly. As usual, he shows us the normal video that we are forced to watch year after year. Finally, he launches into the normal Reaping spiel.

"Alright, everyone, ladies first!" He reaches into the girls bowl an snags a name.

"Dannin Grande!"

The vision abruptly stops as I'm pulled back into reality. I'm back in the apartment building, but I'm not alone. Standing above me is Jazmine, who is holding a bloody axe in her hands and an insane grin on her face, she must have heard me screaming. I look down at my stomach to see blood soaking my dress. I guess this is the end of me.

BOOM!

Cyra Gleams' POV

And that makes five. There are only five of us left, meaning tomorrow will probably end it all. I don't know how I'll be able to survive against the careers and Jazmine. But maybe, if I'm lucky, they'll just kill eachother. Yesterday, I had managed to get a bow and a quiver of arrows from my house, but not after facing an angry pack of fearsome wolves. I managed to take them down, but my pulse is still rushing from the fear of the situation. As I carefully handle my new arrow and bow, I hear an announcement from the head Gamemakers.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. There will be a feast at the cornucopia tomorrow. Each of you will receive a tool that will help you to win, if it is used right. Attendance is highly recommended, that is, unless you want to die a slow and painful death. This will be the only announcement. Now, here are the faces of the fallen."

What would I need at the feast? I look up at the sky to find out who I will be facing off against, tomorrow. First, is Mace Tomahawk from Two. I'm glad I don't have to face him! Next is Dannin Grande from Five, who I really liked. She was always kind to everyone. Lastly, Phan Reska from Seven, who I never really knew. So that means that it is me, Marble, Scarlett, Jazmine, and Athena. I'm honestly surprised about Athena, she seemed so weak in the Capital. Deciding to get some rest before the finale, I duck under a tree and fall into a restless sleep.

A/N

The finale is next! This will take two chapters, three dying in the first part, one in the second, and then an epilogue. Please vote for your favorite because it may or may not impact who wins!

24. Trevor Yaksin D6, shot by Scarlett D2

23. Freaton Gefle D12, stabbed by Mace D2

22. Edward Gear D3, stabbed by James D4

21. Rye Fields D9, clobbered by Phan D7

20. Astar Fiew D8, stabbed by Jazmine D7

19. Gertrude Chambers D5, stabbed by Marble D1

18. Justice Blain D6, mauled by mutts

17. Aurora Hitchens D1, shot by Scarlett D2

16. Natasha Trent D10, poisoned by Phan D7

15. Crystal Rivers D4, trapped by James D4

14. Hayden Grant D11, hanged by Lacey D3

13. Starr Lynan D9, shot by Katniss

12. Lacey Gage D3, stabbed by Alex D10

11. James Rivers D4, mauled by mutts

10. Heaven LaFratta D12, stabbed by Alex D10

9. Alex Trent D10, killed by Athena D11

8. Phan Reska D7, stabbed by Marble D1

7. Mace Tomahawk D2, stabbed by Marble D1

6. Dannin Grande D5, axed by Jazmine D7

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