Adley's View

I don't know what to do.

Dars and the other careers have made no effort to tell me if the alliance is still on, even with my five in training. I stand on my platform watching everyone else make a mad dash either into the cornucopia or out into the woods. The boy from five gets an ax in the back almost immediately as he tries to get a canteen of water. I decide to test the waters, in essence. I confidently half run toward the cornucopia where the other careers have already beheaded the boy from 12 and stabbed the girl from 11.

I duck as I hear something whiz past my ear. I turn and I see Teeg, her hand filled with throwing knives, snarling at me.

So I guess that means the alliance is off.

I look down and notice that the girl from 11 had grabbed some knives before meeting her untimely death. I pick them up, quickly. I hear more screams from the direction of the careers. I turn around in time to see the boy from 11 fall to the ground.

I feel someone grab me by the shoulders and roughly spin me around. A knife slashes at my face, and I scream in pain as it catches above my eye. The girl from six is frantically waving a knife around trying to hit me.

I bring my knee up and it hits her right in the gut. She doubles over, and I take the opportunity to bring one of my knives out and drive it through her back. The girl falls to the ground, sputtering for air. I can tell she's in pain, so I lean down next to her, and pull my knife up towards her throat. I slide it straight across, a clean cut. Her body stilled as the blood flowed from her neck wound.

I quickly grab her knife at pick up a bag lying near her feet. Then I run.

Finnick's POV

I stare at the screen in shock. I look around the room and the other mentors seem confused as well. Sure, I knew Adley could throw a knife, but I didn't think she would have it in her to kill during the bloodbath. I thought she would run first.

"Damn, Odair." I turn around and see Cashmere standing in front of me. Her blonde hair was in waves, spilling over her shoulders. She was gorgeous, but lethal. "I thought my kids made the right call when the didn't ally with your little girl, but… fuck. She's like a mini Johanna!"

"I resent that!" Johanna came storming over. "I saw her and knew she'd be lethal. But she made the mistake of killing on the first day." I sit back and raise my eyebrow at her, not sure where she's going with this. Johanna narrows her eyes at me, as if I should understand what she means. "Now, everyone knows that she's a killer. They don't underestimate her anymore. They know she's lethal which means they can prepare."

I didn't even think of that. I can only hope that the fact that she's all by herself may make the careers forget about her, at least for time being.

I scanned the room. The rest of the mentors had returned to their stations, desperately watching those who remained. The mentors from eleven got up angrily and left. It wasn't unusual for the further districts to be out after the blood bath, but that didn't make it any easier. Now they have to make the dreaded calls home.

Max and I stay at the observation center all through the night. There weren't many victors who watched as intently as we do. Cashmere and Gloss normally stay late with us, sometimes Johanna does as well. Most victors can't handle watching the games, they want to watch as little of them as they have to.

"Finnick!" I practically jump out of my chair as Max shakes me awake.

"Damnit, how long was I out?" I hate falling asleep while watching, I feel like I have betrayed our tributes.

"Only like two hours, you're fine." I relax a bit. Clearly nothing terrible has happened.

"Anymore down?"

"The Careers got to the pair from three, they're both out now." I sigh. The games seem to be slower than normal, there is bound to be gamemaker interference soon if there isn't anything 'worth watching'.

I watch the screen intently. Adley is hiding in a large bush, sleeping. She suddenly shifts then opens her eyes, staring off at something I can't see. Her eyes narrow, and I watch her hand lower toward her belt.

I hear a crunch in the background, and Adley jumps up from out of the bush, a dagger in her hand. She towers over a small girl, from twelve I think. The girl has a large gash across her face, it's bleeding badly and looks infected. Adley towers over her, her gaze seems to push the girl further into the ground. She looks terrifying, but she makes no move to attack.

"Please" The girl whispered. Adley raises her eyebrow. She kneels down to be eye level with the younger girl. "Just do it." The girls voice is strained, obviously in pain. Adley's face softens, she almost looks hurt herself and she reaches into her bag to grab a knife.

"Lay down" She says coldly. The girl from 12 obliges and lays back. Adley sits next to her and strokes her hair, whispers something in her ear, then slides the knife cleanly across the young girls throat. The cannon goes off not moments later.

"Fuck." Haymitch Abernathy, the district twelve mentor, throws any empty bottle across the room, hitting one of the walls. Very view mentors look up from their screen, this kind of behavior is almost expected of Haymitch. He walks over to me, and claps me hard on the shoulder. "I need a drink". I can smell the alcohol on his breath, but I can't judge, we all have our ways of coping. I get up from my chair.

"You know, I could use one too."