Day 3. Mid Night.

District Eleven's Angel Hale's POV

I saw it tonight. Now we know what we feared was true. When that cannon fired this morning, it told us that Sami was dead. Just like we feared. Before Aerin headed off to sleep and I was stationed to guard the camp tonight for the first little while, we saw the District Four male's picture glow in the sky above us, following that came Sami's picture. At that moment, we knew that Sami was no longer lost in the jungle, or out looking for food, though we thought that long ago. But still, we hoped that she wasn't and was looking for us after we moved camp.

Sami and I weren't on the best of terms before she died, but I wish I could tell her that I didn't hate her. I wonder if she knew that. People told me that I act like a smart ass when I don't really need to, but I can't help it sometimes. I now wonder if Sami knew that I didn't hate her, I liked her as an ally, she was beginning to grow on me now that she started talking a bit more then she did at the beginning of all this. She was becoming less and less shy. I should have told her that I was sorry for all the times I was rude to her. Sorry Sami, I know it's too late now, but still, sorry.

Looking at the surrounding jungle around us, I didn't like it as much as our other camping spot. For one, this didn't have too many clear spaces, it was clear enough I guess, but in my opinion, if we needed to run, there were too many things in our way, such as the bushes and logs that were lying ahead of us. But this was just a temporary place until we find something better, so I should just deal with it for a bit, until morning, that's when we'll move again. Hopefully.

I didn't like that I was standing guard, especially now that it was past sundown. The temperature was at it's freezing cold level, and I was shivering and my teeth chattering, even with all my pieces of clothes on. It made me wonder if I could even get through the night without freezing my ass off and dying. I wanted to be in my sleeping bag and still guard the camp, but if someone did attack us, I'd have to get my body out of the sleeping bag before I could even get a change to defend the camp or myself. That sleeping bag was fatal, but I wanted nothing more then to be in it.

But I couldn't do that, Aerin was really upset about not being able to protect Sami, I didn't want him to worry about protecting me, though in a way, I kind of liked that he was so worried about me. It made me feel, happy inside.

I gave out a sigh before looking back up, and seeing blood red eyes in front of me.

District Five's Alexander Natas's POV

"Hey there little girl." I said to the startled District Eleven girl before punching her in the face. She fell back and landed on the ground with a thud. She looked like she was going to get back up, I wasn't going to let her. I slammed my right foot into her stomach before kneeling my right knee down into her throat. She looked like she was trying to scream for help, but with my knee on her throat, she could barely make a sound louder then a gasp. This was too easy, I can't believe that it was so easy to sneak up on her. I could hear her from a long way away, she was shivering to herself, and I guess she couldn't control the volume of her voice. She was easy to find too.

I saw her right hand reach for something at her hip, but I grabbed her wrist with my left hand and twisted her wrist as she grabbed the object she was going for. I looked over to see what she was holding, to see something wonderful, a seven inch long survival knife. Thank you for showing it to me, I couldn't have found it without you.

I continued to twist her wrist until her hand could no longer hold the hilt of the blade and it dropped from her grasp. I heard the weapon fall to the ground with a light thud before I swung my right hand as far left as it could go before giving the District Eleven girl an open handed back slap to the face. She let out a quiet grunt of pain before I picked the knife up with my left hand and held it up in front of me.

The weapon was beautiful, it was perfectly crafted by experts to become a deadly weapon. It was sharp and dangerous. Clean and wonderful. It was deadly yet beautiful. Oh yeah, this was great. Her ally's weapon was a piece of crap compared to this. With this knife, I could do so much more then with some half assed arrows. "Thank you for the gift," I said to my prey "you really are an Angel." I heard her gasp something at me, it sounded angry, but I couldn't really tell for sure if it was anger coming from her, it was a gasp plus a grunt, maybe it was her just being desperate for air. Hmmm, was I pressing too hard? I didn't want her to die yet. I needed a thing or two from her first.

I decided to get this thing going by asking her the first thing I wanted to know. "Where's Aerin?" I asked her. If I could get rid of Aerin, this little bitch would be nothing, Aerin was the real threat of the alliance, kill him, the rest'll go down like helpless little bugs. Plus, how good would it feel to kill an entire alliance single handedly? Pretty damn good I'm guessing.

I released some pressure off of her throat before hearing her inhale deeply. I pressed my knee back down on her throat before hissing at her "not so loudly, I know your game, don't think that you can get him with me around here." She was probably breathing loudly to try and get the attention of Aerin, I didn't want that yet.

The girl gasped again before I repeated myself. "Not so loudly, or do I have to make you be quiet by sewing your mouth shut?" I didn't actually have a needle and thread with me at the moment, but the threat did it's job as I could see fear fill her eyes. I liked that look on her, it suited her. "Now let me ask you again, where's Aerin." I lifted my knee off her throat again before she started to take in nice, shallow, quiet breathes of air. Good, she's learning, I would hate to cut that mouth of her's up at the moment. I waited a couple seconds before she looked like she was going to start screaming for help.

"Oh no you don't." I told her as I pressed my knee back on her throat before she could scream even the first letter of what she was going to scream. She tried to warn Aerin when I told her not to. Guess she didn't think I was serious, well I'll show her. I moved the knife from my left hand to my right before I bent my back forwards and started to carve some letters into her forehead. "B." I said out loud as cut the letters into her head. Blood started to lightly spill from her wounds. They were deep enough to leave scars, but not deep enough to kill her. It'd cause a lot of pain, but that was the point. Her gasps grew ragged as I carved the letters on her forehead. "I. T. C. H." I looked her in the eyes and told her "that spells bitch, now unless you want more permanent tattoos, I suggest you cooperate with me." I placed the knife between my waist band and belt. I wasn't going to use the knife for a bit. "Where. Is. Aerin?" I lifted my knee off her throat yet again before I heard her take in those little raggedy breathes of hers.

I waited for a couple seconds before she answered quietly.

"Somewhere where your not going to find him."

"Wrong answer." I told her before pressing my knee down on her throat "you see, I'm going to find him one way or another, in the meantime, I just like hurting you, so tell me where he is so you can stop being hurt." The truth was though, even when she tells me, I have no intention of not harming her any more. And I was going to find Aerin eventually, everyone has a breaking point, no matter how tough you are, you have a breaking point. That orange haired girl had a breaking point, I just didn't want to hear her answers, I just wanted to get my frustration out. She was a substitute for Valerie, nothing more. I wasn't going to let that get in the way again, this was business now, not personal. But it was still fun. "I'll ask again, where is he?"

I released my knee from her throat before she gave out little breathes of air.

"I'll never, tell you." She gasped. I pressed my knee on her throat again before smiling at her.

"Oh you'll tell me, wither you want to or not." I pulled my knife out before setting it to the ground beside me. I wasn't going to use it yet, it was too soon. Instead, I was going to do something the orphanage back in District Five had showed, and done to me on more then one occasion. I grabbed the front center of by belt and began to unbuckle it. Her eyes went so wide with fear that it was comical. I unbuckled the belt and pulled it off my pants before looking at the young girl. "You want to say something?" I asked before releasing pressure on her neck.

"Don't." She gasped in fear. "Don't."

"Don't what?" I asked wondering what she was thinking. Did the same thing happen back to her in District Eleven? If so, she should be afraid, be very afraid, I wasn't going to be as gentle as them.

"Don't rape-" I sighed with disbelief and light laughter as I pressed my knee on her throat again.

"You would want that wouldn't you," I told her with a little laugh "I mean, that's what you think of when I take this off?" I said while folding the belt in half once. Then twice. What this girl said was so funny it amused me. "Man, I bet you beg people to rape you in the street because your such a little slut. And the men, well, the men can't resist you because of your giant breasts." Thinking about sex, giant breasts, yep, she was a slut. "Anyway, no, I'm not going to rape you if that's what you wanted. Well, you can't call it rape if you enjoy it. But anyway, I'm going to do something else."

I raised the belt that was folded in half twice and slammed the buckle down on the left side of her face with an audible smack. It was quiet, but it sounded like it would hurt. The belt was sturdy and heavy, and so was the buckle. It was a lot stronger then the one's back in the orphanage, so she was feeling more pain then the rest of us back in District Five when we got punished in the orphanage. Though for me, that was almost everyday. Not that I cared though, they always wanted to punish me one way or another. I could take it, but could she?

I stuck her once. Twice. Three times before pulling my knee off her throat and allowed her to breathe a little. "That's what three strikes feels like, want to go for more? I'll keep hitting you till your face bleeds. I'll keep hitting you till your face is mush. I'll cut you and scar you with a something blunt, so it tears you skin away rather then cuts. So tell me, where is Aerin."

"Up your sorry fucking ass." She answered with hatred. Oh, a tough girl huh? This was going to be fun. I pressed my knee onto her throat again before I hit her over the left side of her face another ten times. Blood was beginning to spill from her face after the tenth strike. Only a little, just a scratch, but this girl probably couldn't stand the sight of her own blood.

"Don't try and be tough, your orange haired ally tried to be tough," I told her as she seemed to listen to every word with curiosity "I tried to get your location from her, but she didn't give it, she tried to act tough as I cut her a thousand times with those shitty spearhead arrows of hers. By the end, she was crying her eyes out, she was weak and bloody, she had pissed herself from fear and pain. It was beautiful, you should have been there, you would have liked it. How'd you like the body? You want to become like that?" Ok, so maybe I put in a little lie in there, but the rest was still true.

She refused to answer, so I hit her in the face with the belt buckle another ten times. The wounds on her face started to get bigger, deeper, bloodier. They still weren't that bad, but soon, her face was going to be torn off if she didn't give up soon. Though, I kind of hope she doesn't give in, I wanted to continue hurting her. See how far she can go. Aerin was asleep somewhere, and he wouldn't wake till morning, by the time he comes out of his hiding spot, this girl will be unrecognizable. That was a good thought, Aerin seeing his other ally all messed up. It would kill him.

I leaned forwards to make her look into my eyes. The red eyes that everyone feared. "No God is going to protect his Angel here."

"Well I'll take his place." A voice shouted at surprisingly close range. I looked to my left, where the voice was coming from, only to see a fist fly towards my face.

Bright coloured stars exploded in front of my face before I felt myself fall to the ground. My face stung from whoever had just punched me. I held my face in pain. Something grabbed the front of my light jacket before forcefully lifting me to my feet. I attacked with my belt, but my enemy's fist beat me to the second attack. More stars exploded in my vision. I felt my body fall back, by whoever was holding my jacket held on, and kept me from falling. I felt my body move forwards again before I felt another fist to the face. I reeled back again, before being pulled forwards, I felt hands grab the back of my head, and felt something hard and pointed slam into the center of my face before falling down to the ground. Hard.

Fuck, whoever this was, was powerful, this hurt like hell. I stood up quickly and shook my head to clear my sight. I opened my eyes to see steel flying towards me at a terrifying speed. I arched my back away from the blade, but fell on my ass as the blade sailed high above my head. There was a tree behind me, and I heard the blade slice through it's bark like it offered little resistance. This guy was strong, fast, and had a weapon while I was weapon less. I'd be a fool to try and face him or her at the moment.

I rolled away from my opponent to try and get away from him or her, only to feel fire rip across my mid back. I shouted in pain as I stumbled to my feet and ran into the forest clearing as fast as I could. I shouldn't have taken off the belt, I should have cut her face open with the knife. I shouldn't have played around with her. Damn it.

District Eleven's Aerin Sevani's POV

The white haired tribute got away. It's not like I wanted him to get away, I wanted to get him for hurting Angel. I woke up from a nightmare, I saw those empty fields again, all those dead fields and those dead trees. I saw all those black crows that thrived on the death of District Eleven before yet again, worrying for my family. I raced to our house, only to see them shot by the head peacekeeper, yet again.

After I woke up, I didn't want to go back to sleep, so I decided to take over the night watch a bit early. I went over to Angel, only to see that guy on top of her and was beating her across the face with a belt. I rushed over as fast as I could to get him off her. And I did, I slammed my fist into his face, which made him fall off her instantly. He landed on the ground and held his face in pain. I walked up to him and grabbed him by the jacket before pulling him up to his feet. He tried attack me with the slightly bloody belt, but my fist was faster then his belt. I slammed him in the face with my right hand while holding onto him with my left. I punched him twice before reaching behind his head, and pulling it forwards so that my right knee could slam into his face.

He fell to the ground as I reached for my knife. I always kept it with me, I'm pretty sure all the tributes keep at least some weapon on them, even when their asleep, I'm no different. Someone could attack in the middle of the night, just like now.

He managed to get to his feet as I pulled the knife out of it's sheath. I swung the knife at his face, but he fell to the ground and I missed. I cut some of the tree bark behind him, but I didn't cut into it too deeply, that made it easy for the knife to slice through it before I did another horizontal slash to the white haired boy, and I managed to cut his back. Droplets of blood flew from his wound as he ran into the surrounding jungle. He was too afraid to face me.

I took a couple quick steps to chase after him, but I felt something grab me from behind. Was it another enemy?

"Don't go." A girl's voice begged. "Please. Don't leave me." I instantly calmed down as I realized that it wasn't just me and the white haired boy around here, there was the person I was trying to protect, my ally.

Stupid. I was stupid. I was going to go after someone and leave her, the one he had attacked behind. Alone. I let go of my knife as I realized that I was about to send one or more of the three of us into a death sentence, because of my stupid mistake. Because I let my anger take over.

I gently placed my hands on my ally's and turned my body around to see that the left half of her face was bruised in some places, and skin was cut in some other places. Blood was on the wounded part of her face, and it was mixing with tears as she cried from those green eyes of hers. The word bitch was cut into her forehead. Blood was running out of those wounds as well. It made me angry at myself for almost running into the jungle. For almost leaving her alone. For not watching over her enough. Just like how I didn't watch over Sami enough.

I failed with Sami. I wasn't going to fail with my district partner. If they wanted her, they'd have to watch out for me.

It's ok now." I told Angel "I'm not leaving. It's safe now." Angel responded by crying some more and burying her head into my chest. I placed my hands around her to make her feel safe.

Right now, she reminded me of the first time my younger sister, Cassie, got punished by the peacekeepers. Even though she was only five years old at the time, the peacekeepers treated her like everyone else. They gave her seventy lashes with their whip before letting my mom, my dad, my two brothers, my older sister, and I, take her to the doctor. Her punishment? Taking a bite out of a piece of fruit that was supposed to go to the Capital. She knew better, but she was hungry, and they punished her for that.

She cried her eyes out for hours. She begged me not to go until she was feeling better. So I stayed. I stayed as long as I could before the doctor gave her something to let her sleep before sending me back to work.

Then the present came back, and I was holding Angel. "It's alright." I told her again.

District Ten's Life Lee's POV

"Come on Rayne," I told the girl that I was practically dragging to our shelter "it's not that much farther." Rayne was getting really weak, not that I could blame her, she took a lot more hits then I did when fighting that District Four career. I was tired, fighting was harder then I thought, a lot more painful, and a lot more tiring. Pain was coming out of nowhere to hit me in waves, places on my body previously unhurt started to hurt as time passed, and the places that originally hurt were getting worse.

I looked back to the District Four boy, I looked back on what his name was. Shoney, that was his name, Shoney, the career who acted nice and careless during the interviews, like he didn't have much of a care in the world, like everything was going to be alright in the end. It obviously hasn't turned out that way for him now, his neck snapped by Rayne. His life was over now.

After his death, Rayne asked me to take her over to his body. I wondered what she was going to do, so I took her to him. I placed her next to him. Then watched Rayne raise her machete and cut his arms off. She cut his arms from the shoulders before wiping her blade clean on his clothes.

"That's our food," Rayne told me not seeming to care that not only did she take away this boy's life, but also his arms after death. "His arms are our food, those mockingjays won't last us long." I felt sorry for the boy, but I wasn't about to argue with Rayne, after all, she was right, those mockingjays wouldn't last us long.

"Did you really have to do that?" I asked, even though I didn't want to argue with her, it's just that, doing that to someone after their dead.

"It's either that or starve." Rayne told me. "Now pick up these arms and let's get back to base."

Rayne then struggled to get to her feet, but she managed. I took the thick jacket off of Shoney's body, thank god that Rayne cut inside and around the jacket arms instead of through it, and placed it around her body before picking up the chopped off arms. Rayne's leg, the one that was bit, was struggling over just the weight of her body. It wasn't that bad, but I could see her limping painfully. I placed the chopped off arms, that were still warm and bleeding from the shoulders, under my left armpit and wrapped my right arm around Rayne's back while getting her left arm to go over my shoulders. I couldn't just watch her struggle to get herself from one place to the other so painfully. Sure it was only a limp, but it looked painful for Rayne to walk each other step.

The farther we walked away from the fight scene, the weaker Rayne became. Her feet began to drag on the ground and she seemed like she wanted to pass out.

"Come on Rayne," I told her encouragingly "It's not that much farther."

No response from Rayne. Did she pass out? I looked over to her and saw that her head was down, eyes were closed, and she wasn't moving her body on her own, the only movements that she made were the ones that I made her body do by carrying the upper part of her body and dragging her lower body.

I wished that Rayne would have stayed awake for just a couple more minutes, at least until we got back to our building, but, what can I do? I felt a fraction of Rayne's pain, and I can't blame her for going to sleep. Since your asleep Rayne, I hope you sleep well. Get better.

I continued to drag my ally to the building we were staying in, until we got to it's entrance. Thank god we're here and nothing came after us, it would have really sucked if another tribute found us in this state. Rayne, the fighter of the group was unconscious, and I wasn't in the best state to defend myself. I had weapons, Rayne's machete, Shoney's dagger, and a blowgun with two darts, but would I be able to put up much of a fight? In my state, I doubted it.

I was exhausted by the time I got to the building we were hiding in, believe it or not, it's hard work dragging a person after a fight, even if it's a thin girl like Rayne. I was thankful that nobody, or nothing had attacked us on our way back here.

Ready to set Rayne down in the building and go to sleep myself, I opened the door to the building, and came face to face with another tribute not two feet away.

I felt my breath leave my body as fear filled my body. I saw the ax in his hand and panicked. I let go of Rayne and pulled out the dagger I had taken from Shoney, I didn't really know how to use it very well, but it was a weapon, and I had to defend myself. I raised the dagger to attack my foe, only to see his ax come swiftly at my face. I thrust the dagger at him, only to feel a violent vibration in my right hand before hearing a loud thunk beside my head.

The boy had missed! Now was my chance! I lunged at him, only to feel hands press against my face. He was trying to keep me back! I swung my arms at him to try and hit him, only to hit air. I then grabbed his arms and tried to force them off of me, but they wouldn't come off my face easily. I then decided to punch his elbows, and did that. I struck his elbows, and they flew up in the air before I jumped at him and hit him in the face. My fist struck him in the face before he staggered back a couple steps. I reeled my fist back to strike him again, but then I saw a flash of steel in front of me. I didn't move forward fearing that I'd get cut. The bright steel stopped just before it touched my throat. I was scared, was he going to kill me? No, if he was he'd have pressed the blade of that ax into my throat and killed me already. Why didn't he kill me? That confused me.

I looked up, and saw someone familiar, someone that I had tried to get into our alliance back in the Capital. "You." I said as I looked at Bo Heatherfield. His skin was dirty, his body was thinner then it was before, back when we were in the Capital, his blond hair had dirt and cobwebs in it, and his blue eyes were scared. Why was he scared? He was the one that almost killed me. "What are you doing here?" I asked the District Seven boy that didn't stand up to the District Two careers back in the training center. Bo looked embarrassed as he shyly pulled out food from his left, light jacket pocket. The food he pulled out of his pocket were the two mockingjays that Rayne had killed before cooking.

Bo looked at the food with hungry eyes before looking back at me with a look in his eyes, a look that made me think of a child that had been caught by his mother when he shouldn't have been doing something. I kind of felt sorry for him right now.

Bo held out the birds to me, like he was returning something that was stolen from us. Well, in a way, he had stolen them from us, if I hadn't arrived when I had, he would be out there running away with those birds.

This boy was two different people in my opinion. During training, he was a shy guy who couldn't, wouldn't, defend himself against the District Two careers until I stuck up for him. Back then, and right now, he reminded me of some helpless kid, like my late sister, Faerie. Or more recently, my friend Laurel. Or maybe every other kid back in District Ten. Hungry, and helpless.

The other Bo I saw was at the interview, that Bo still didn't speak, but he made himself appear lethal by making killing jesters with his body. He acted like he was someone that you didn't want to mess with in the arena. He then scored an eight, a score that was rivaled only the career pack, and Aerin Sevani from District Eleven. At the time, I wondered which Bo was faking, and which one was real.

I looked at the Bo in front of me now, and didn't see the Bo that could kill someone like they were nothing, what I saw now was a scared, and hungry boy. "Keep them." I told him. I didn't want him to be hungry, like how I didn't want anyone to be hungry. Like those kids back home in District Ten, I'd like to feed them as well, but I can't, I can hardly feed myself and Laurel. But here in the arena, there were only the twenty four of us, nine of which were dead now. Fifteen, fifteen were left alive now. And one of them was in front of me now. "Keep it." I told him "we've got some more food for ourselves." I didn't want to tell him that the arms that I had dropped on the ground was our food now that he had taken our birds. I also hoped that he didn't see them as well, I didn't want him to think that we were cannibals.

Bo looked at me with a bit of wonder before he put the birds back into his pocket. I then saw the blade of his ax move away from my neck as he backed up away from me. He wasn't going to kill me here and now, and I was thankful for that, all he wanted was food, and I gave him some, we were on good terms with each other. For now I guess, who knows what it'll be like if we meet each other later on.

I turned my back to him before crouching down and picking up the bloody arms and stuck them into my light jacket, out of sight from wondering eyes before moving towards Rayne. I picked her up again and started to drag her across the room to a spot that I thought was appropriate for her to rest in. There wasn't too many places that might be good for someone in her shape, but I think near the fire should be a good place. The fire, maybe that's how Shoney and Bo found us. Maybe I should put it out.

I looked back up to see that Bo was still here. "I'm not going to stop you from leaving if that's what your thinking," I told him wondering if that's why he wasn't leaving "as I told you already, I've got more food with me."

He continued to look at me, like he wasn't sure what to do. Then I saw him toss the ax he was holding towards me, and watched it sail through the air until it landed several inches away from me. I looked at the ax for several seconds before looking back to the boy who had thrown it at me. He gave of the slightest trace of what might have been a smile before turning around and walking out the door of the building and closing it behind him. Weird.

An ax, the only weapon I was good at, and he had given it to me. Was it because of the food? Did he think that he had to trade in something? Either way, I'm not complaining. Heck, I didn't even expect this. I looked back down and picked up my new weapon. The small ax had a good weight to it, it was light with most of the weight on the weapon end. The wooden handle was smooth as glass. I ran my index finger along the blade and felt it's sharpness, it was sharp as a razor. This weapon was in excellent shape, I liked it. Thanks Bo. I like our trade.

Day 3. Late Night.

District Four's Evaline "Eva" Ellery's POV

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. This was so frustrating, how hard could it be to find it? Maybe they didn't have it here. That would really suck. I mean, I ran away from the career pack, I couldn't go back even if I wanted to, they'd kill me.

I saw Shoney's picture in the sky earlier, I hoped that the other careers didn't find out he helped a traitor like me before killing him, if so, his death would be my fault. I hoped that wasn't the case.

I sighed at my feeble adventure. It was getting late, I better-

I felt my feet lose balance before I started to fall down a hill. My body started to roll uncontrollably and my world turned every which way every second. Several areas of my body started to hurt because of my tumbling, especially my head. I didn't want to fall anymore. I reached my arms out and started to claw the earth to at least slow myself down and hope that I wasn't heading towards the edge of a cliff.

Fear started to spread through my body as I thought of the cliff. I didn't want to die. I had to live. I sank my fingers deeper into the earth, and felt the various items in the earth tear at my fingers. It was painful, but I wasn't about to die, not now.

After what seemed like forever, I finally stopped tumbling down that hill, and landed on solid ground. Oh thank god. I wasn't dead. I felt like crying from joy. But then I felt the pain in my fingers. It hurt so much, it felt like the skin had been ripped off. Now I felt like crying in pain. But at least I was alive, what more could I ask for right now.

I placed my hands under my armpits to help with the pain before looking up, and seeing something wonderful. In front of me was a body of water, a lake. Oh my god! I found it! I found what I was looking for! Suddenly, I didn't feel so bad anymore.

A/N: Sorry if Eva's part feels off or something.

I liked all your suggestions for shipping pairs, expect the Alex x Tharizdun, sorry, I'm not a fan of male X male pairs, but I still laughed at it so hard.

Wow, a lot of things happened on night three huh.

I know this is really, really late, but, happy new year's everyone. I was supposed to say that one chapter ago.