Blythe, 17 (D8f)

The sound of a gong went off. Blythe wasted no time and made a beeline for the cornucopia. Fortunately, she was one of the first to reach the cornucopia. She went inside and found a sword hilt buried underneath some blankets.

She yanked it out and wheeled around. A fair amount of tributes had arrived by now, but the Careers where nowhere in sight. She grabbed a few small packs and sprinted out of the cornucopia.

That was when a club was slammed into her side. She hit the ground, too shocked to do anything. The girl from four and the boy from two towered over her. The girl reached into her jacket and pulled out a knife. Blythe groped around, blindly, for her sword.

That's when a dirk was shoved straight through the girl's throat. She collapsed almost immediately, though Blythe noticed a look of shock on her face. Garten, the rather charismatic boy from district ten, had internally decapitated a career. Blythe grabbed her sword and turned to face the boy from one.

She turned to face where he was, anyway. In the period of time it took for the girl to die, he had run off.

Somewhat disappointed, Blythe turned to face a stunned Garten.

"Thanks," she breathed, still somewhat winded from the blow to her side. Garten merely nodded.

Blythe stood up and leaned on Garten, surveying the ongoing fights. The surviving Careers had already asserted their dominance, having made a perimeter around the cornucopia. A few tributes were already dead.

Blythe was considering taking on the careers when Garten tugged on her arm.

"We can't beat them. Let's go to the woods, it's probably safe there," Garten said, a tad unfocused. Blythe reluctantly complied, sensing that Garten wouldn't hold up well against the four Careers.

Blythe followed Garten into the woods, a tad dissatisfied.

Carmen, 16 (D4f)

It was Carmen who had formulated the plan to defend the cornucopia. It had worked well, not only had they killed a decent amount of tributes, but most of the other survivors had also gotten essentially nothing.

However, the plan was not without its losses. After Carmen had slit the throat of the girl from district twelve, she noticed that Mariette had been killed.

That left her as the only female career. Well, except for that Tatianna girl. Carmen doubted that she would make it far. Though, Carmen thought that she had run away at the start of the games. It was a little sad, really. To see a thirteen-year-old from a career district was almost an insult to the tribute in question. And Carmen thought that, frankly, Tatianna didn't deserve to be insulted.

"Carmen, watch out!" Garnet, the boy from her district, threw a spear into the chest of the boy from district seven, who had been charging at her.

She shook her head and went back on the lookout for other tributes.

Logan, 14 (D6m)

Logan had the worst luck sometimes. He had managed to reach the cornucopia before anyone, and find a pack for himself and Tati. However, the girl from district eight came barging in and he had to hide in a box.

By the time she left, he could hear the fighting from the outside and decided to keep hiding. It was a good twenty minutes before it stopped completely. He was about to make a break for it when the Careers, noisily, entered.

"How many are dead?"

"About six or seven, I think."

"Including Mariette? Damn, we're not off to a good start."

"Well there are only four of us."

"Ugh, don't get me started on that Tatianna girl."

"How did she even get picked?"

"Who cares? I say we get rid of her first."

"Um, why?"

"Have you seen her? She's a fucking insult to what a Career is!"

"Whatever, Sylven. If you want to go and murder an emotionally broken, innocent girl, that's fine. The rest of us will go and hunt actual threats." The voice was female. Logan recognized this as the girl from district two. Frankly, he was surprised that she had said anything at all.

The Careers went on, discussing how to divide up rations and the like. Logan didn't really pay attention. In fact, he dozed off.

A little while later, Logan woke to a commotion from just outside the Cornucopia. He heard a shout and an awful, guttural noise. A cannon went off in the distance.

"Fuck, I thought we were alone!" Logan's pulse spiked.

"That guy came from around the lake, I think. Let's check there." Logan heard the receding footsteps of the Careers.

He waited a few minutes, then slowly peeked his head out of the box. The Careers were nearby the lake, to what he estimated to be about several hundred meters away. He could see a fairly sized woods not far off from his vantage point. Not wasting a moment, Logan sprinted out of his box and into the woods.

He had to find Tatianna.

Garten 15, (D10m)

Garten had killed someone. Garten had killed someone. Garten had killed someone. Garten had-

"I think we them. Garten?" Blythe had paused, surveying the area around them. Garten blinked a couple times.

"Yes?"

"Are you okay? You seem like you're in a trance."

"Blythe, I killed her," Garten deadpanned. He was a bit disturbed how easily it rolled off his tongue.

"Yeah, thanks for that," Blythe replied sincerely. "What'd you get from the Cornucopia?"

Garten glanced down at the pack and knife in his hands. "I'll check."

He opened his pack and pulled out some canned fruits and vegetables, dried meat, some crackers and a blanket. "Food, mostly. You?"

"I got two water bottles, with water, a tent, some blankets, foodstuffs and a tarp."

"You win." Blythe laughed at the remark. In doing so, she looked up.

"Hey Garten, you want to set up camp? It's getting dark." Garten looked up as well. It had gotten dark in a very short amount of time. And cold too. Suddenly, he felt a sense of gratitude for the blankets he and Blythe had managed to grab.

"Sure, I'll take first watch." The two didn't talk much after that, instead they busied themselves with setting up the tent. They agreed to split the blankets up evenly. They also made sure to have their weapons on them at all times.

Garten climbed up to the lower branches of a nearby tree. Nothing much happened until the anthem started up.

"Blythe!" Garten hissed. She got out of the tent, groggy.

"Time to switch?" He hopped down to stand next to her: he didn't want to have to look at the montage alone.

"Look at the sky."

She looked up right as the tributes were shown. It was a relatively low count; only seven people died.

The boy from district three flashed onscreen, followed by the career Garten killed. Blythe held her hand out for a high five. Garten obliged, for the cameras.

The boys from five and seven followed. Shirley, Garten's district partner, was flashed next.

"I'm sorry, Garten." Blythe gave him a quick hug. He barely noticed.

The two from district twelve came on next and it was done. They were all gone, Garten reflected as he climbed back up to his perch.

And he had killed one of them.

Tributes' Status (Bold Text Indicates POV)

1m: Chartreuse, Alive. D1f: Tatianna, Alive.

D2m: Garnet, Alive. D2f: Carmen, Alive.

D3m: Jay, Dead. D3f: Courtney, Alive.

D4m: Sylven, Alive. D4f: Mariette, Dead.

D5m: Carter, Dead. D5f: Lee, Alive.

D6m: Logan, Alive. D6f: Sara, Alive.

D7m: Harry, Dead. D7f: Acadia, Alive.

D8m: Noah, Alive. D8f: Blythe, Alive.

D9m: Pete, Alive. D9f: Xi'an, Alive.

D10m: Garten, Alive. D10f: Shirley, Dead.

D11m: Vernon, Alive. D11f: Celia, Alive.

D12m: Marcus, Dead. D12f: Tara, Dead.

Author's Note: I did promise death. Anyway, I hope y'all like the second chapter! And if any of you missed characters from the first chapter, don't worry. Xi'an, Tati and Sylven will be back soon. Well, soon as I get back to Singapore. I'd like to apologize if there's a bit of a delay in the posting schedule. I promise to get chapter three up in a week.