Beth POV

My knife was very nice, but I could do with a little variety. I thought about sneaking into the Cornucopia, but it would be more prudent to wait until the Career pack split. In the meantime, I was roaming the plains looking for other Tributes. Whatever those things were last night took three of them. I'd have to get one of them as a pet when I got back home.

Something in the air caught my eye, and I looked up. It was a parachute.

All right, I thought. I snagged it out of the air and opened the box. It was a canteen full of water and a package of dried beef.

Great, now I don't have to worry about finding supplies and I can just kill people, which is what I was going to do anyway, I thought. I saw a note in the bottom of the box.

Be wary of others, it read.

More like "be wary of me", I thought. I tossed it away.

Emmalie POV

I wasn't running full speed anymore, but I kept on jogging, checking over my shoulder every few seconds. My throat was raw and my stomach kept growling. Eventually I'd have to stop and find some supplies. I looked around, but all I could see was grass.

Can you eat grass? This grass is all scorched, I thought. I picked a clump and held it up. It was ashy and dry. It broke apart in my hands and blew away.

Guess that's out. What I really need is water anyway. Water flows down, right? I should go down. I changed direction and continued my trek. I felt the dust in the air sticking to my throat and tongue. Little stabbing pains kicked up in my stomach. Then I saw a parachute in the air. It was attached to a long, thin box.

Yes! Please be water please be water and food, I thought as I waited for it to drift down. I tore the top off the box and found a sturdy mace.

I can't drink that. I picked it up. It was well-built and solid, which was great for fighting, but not so much for carrying around when I was hungry and thirsty. Trust a Capitolite to send that. I held it over my shoulder, left the box behind and kept going.

Mist POV

You killed me again.

"Yeah, well you were bothering me," I said back. My stomach growled.

Good thing you can't find any food. Maybe you'll finally lose some weight, blimp.

I slammed my fist into one of the trees and savored the shot of pain it brought. I clawed into it with my nails and tore off a piece of bark, which I scraped across my skin. My blood oozed pinkly in the shallow cuts. Blood just like Troy's and all the cannons yesterday.

Everything dies without water. Water is okay, because it isn't fattening. I wanted some water. I wanted some water and to go Bloodbath dying everything.

Helter skelter tasty what's the point

Ugly, fat, worthless, murderer, innocent

Seashells, seashells, crabs and gulls, Tide it comes and tide it goes, Seashells, seashells, currents, waves, Water kills and water saves, I repeated in my head. Over and over I chanted the lines to keep the voices quiet.

Monster. Monster. Hunter. Heads off, arms off, life gone. Born with a monster.

Born with evil. Hated, hated, hated. Maybe, maybe not.

Within us all make me sick in their eyes my brain cure.

Something landed on my arm. It was a box with some fabric attached. I opened it. There was a note inside under a little packet.

Light em' up, it said. Whatever. I had water. I popped the top off the canteen, and a strong smell filled the air. I started to drink. Something absolutely foul covered my tongue and flowed down my throat.

You deserve it ugly witch

Pain shot through my throat and I heaved up something sticky and yellow. The burning spread to my nose and blood leaked from my mouth. My throat closed up and I gasped for breath.

Guess you know how it feels now

Water kills and water saves water covers many graves

I dropped the canteen and clutched at my throat. The world tilted, and I fell over. I heaved a puddle of shiny blood and my body spasmed.

Troy was standing over me. I reached out to him.

"Troy, what's happening?" I asked. He grasped my hand. He didn't look happy at all to see me die. He just looked mournful.

"Come on, Mist. No more. It's time to go."

Nairobi POV

Earlier, I'd been trying to find Jonathan. I did find him, but he was in the sky. I was on my own. I had a bottle of water in a small bag I'd nabbed at the Cornucopia. The way these Games were going, they might be over before I needed to eat. I drank carefully and kept an eye out for other Tributes. I had run toward a skeletal forest to get some cover. As scary as it was, it might have saved my life last night. As soon as I heard those awful cries, I'd shimmied up a tree and waited until they stopped. They faded away as soon as the sun rose, and I was already dreading nightfall.

A cannon boomed deafeningly. Wow, whoever it was must have been close, I thought. I heard something in the air and saw a hovercraft approaching.

I can work with this, I thought. Whoever it was didn't scream, so there was a good chance it wasn't another Tribute that did it. I followed after the hovercraft, ducking between the trees and straining my eyes in case it turned out to be the Careers after all.

The hovercraft stopped by a lump on the ground. A claw reached down and scooped the body up. I waited until the hovercraft was out of sight, and then a few more minutes just to be sure. Nothing moved, so I crept out to see if the Tribute had left anything behind. I saw a parachute on the ground as I approached. I ran forward and looked underneath it. I could already tell the canteen by it was filled with gas, since the fumes were everywhere. Inside the box there was a package of matches.

Score! I thought. Then I looked around the Arena. It was a blackened wasteland. What exactly was I going to burn?

I'll decide that later, I thought. I stopped the canteen and very carefully tucked the matches into the opposite pocket in my pants.

There are some more sponsors still to come, but the characters involved just got a POV. Funny that Beth and Mist were the ones to get things, though. Trust the Capitolites...

Obituaries:

13th place: Mist Hastings

I'm sure the other Tributes will party hard with Mist gone. I was going to have the Mutts kill her, but this worked out so perfectly. I knew Mist wasn't going to make it long or necessarily kill many Tributes. Her kind of schizophrenia means she is definitely not high-functioning, so it's not that hard to escape her. When her submitter sent her some gasoline, I knew what was going to happen. The batty old dame who sent it to her might be a little mad, but maybe she can still get a good show from Nairobi. Odd as it is, I felt for Mist. She was insane. It wasn't her fault her brain was sick. It must really suck to be insane in Panem. After all she did, I still gave her a little peace. When Troy came to take her, he was taking her away from the illness that ran her life. She's free now. She did kill at least two people, but no jury on Earth would find her competent. She needed help. All she got was final peace. Thanks Ultimatemaxmericashipper for a great villain and a surprisingly complex character.

One more note: You can rest easy and know that I won't usually twist your sponsor gifts like this. Mist's submitter never planned for her to win. If you send in a Tribute and you want them to win, or at least don't specifically say you want them to die, your gifts will work as intended.