STILL ALIVE LIST:

Skyrah Labelle(D1 Female)

Felix Saunders(D2 Male)

Calamity Astrea(D3 Female)

Azurine Bahari(D4 Female)

Cameron Bordeaux(D6 Male)

Cornell Wheaton(D9 Male)

Jackson Winters(D12 Male)

Skyrah Labelle(D1 Female)

sky-rah: The name Skyrah originated as an English name. The name Skyrah is most often used as a girl name or female name. In English, the name Skyrah means - eternal life, strength, love, and beauty. English Name Meaning - eternal life, strength, love, and beauty.

It was midnight on the seventh...eighth...(I had completely lost count) day, when I felt completely terrible. A wave of fatigue just crashed over me and yet, I couldn't sleep: so I went on a walk, to get some fresh air. It was cold outside, the air crisp and sharp. The spinning of my head slowed a moment as I breathed in the coolness of Outside.

And that's when I saw "Wendigo".

I had heard rumors, sure, but rumors cannot suffice for this wrongness I felt as my eyes landed on him, the shiver of fear that slid down my back. I wondered, for a brief moment, Am I going to die? It was terrifying.

It had been kind of an "unspoken terror", I guess. If one mentioned it, we would all pretend we knew nothing about it, even as we listened to the rumors. Rumors are not easily spread in the Hunger Games, as we are all enemies among ourselves, but they are still spread nonetheless. We had spies stationed all around the forest and so we heard plenty of things, one being that Dahlia had received a letter from some person named "Mia". Another, from the same person, to Dahlia but found by Twyla.

We knew Mia was being forced to work for Wendigo, but what his motive was no one knew. He probably knew some kind of secret of theirs...and was threatening her with it: that was my theory, at least. Someone poor had nothing else to lose but their reputation, after all.

He said nothing for a second, standing very, very still. Then his chilling voice, like ice, cracked the silence, and I felt myself freeze. It was like I was rising from the earth, my spirit coming to God, the ground paling beneath me as the wind dashed up my hair. The grass went silver, the sky became tainted golden moonlight. I was almost sure that I would not survive tonight. Wendigo had already killed so many people.

He said in this voice, "Well, well, look who we have here...A pleasure to meet you, Skyrah."

I bit my lip hard, felt terror bolt my feet to the ground. I was shaking from head to toe, all my wits had left me.

He raised an eyebrow and I mustered, "H-hello..." in a very quavery voice.

He said quietly, "Won't you ask what everyone asks at first sight, 'How are you here, it's not allowed'?"

I felt faint. So he was going to draw out my death? "Oh, please, make it go quick..." My voice trailed off into an incoherent rasp.

"My, I didn't know I had this kind of impact," Wendigo stroked his chin, thinking. "You're a smart girl, that is for sure, if your first thought is that you will be dead by tomorrow. Which, you will, if you're having second thoughts or whatever."

"You're not allowed here," I said, trying to sound firm. "The cameras are watching."

"Oh, yes, the cameras are watching, but who can catch me? I might be trapped in this arena but that doesn't mean they can capture me without interfering. And that would be major hypocrisy, hmm? They'll have to wait until we have initiated a victor...and by then I'll be long gone."

"Why are you telling me all of this? Aren't you afraid I might, well, report to someone?" I threatened, though it wasn't much of a threaten because I was shaking all over.

"As I said, you'll be dead in a matter of minutes. So, breathe in your last breath of life, and say goodbye." He said this so solemnly I wasn't sure whether to cry or laugh.

Then I found myself feeling like my heart was splintering to pieces, like I couldn't keep myself standing any longer. My tongue felt abnormally dry and I was suddenly sweating; my throat closed up against words.

"I.." I swallowed, letting out a rasp, trying to take in air, feeling dizziness all around and hyperventilating.

Wendigo cursed. "Don't make me feel sorry for this," he growled. My vision became blurred as tears trailed down my cheeks, the thought of dying lurking at the edge of my mind. Even my strong disapproval of foul language couldn't last through this.

With my last burst of willpower, I lifted my chin and said, in a weirdly calm tone, "You won't win. You're a monster."

Anger ignited, his pool eyes blazing, he lifted an axe over his head, then, my eyes widening at the great force behind it, let it fall. I ran just then, coming to my senses, but he caught me at once, throwing the axe into my back. I felt a breaking of something, the rip and shred of fabric and hard bone. Snap. Pain made all other senses flee me, only that I was burning, and something warm lingered at the edge of my tongue...

Goodbye.

And a laugh. A sheer brutal laugh.

Felix Saunders(D2 Male)

fe-li-cks: From a Roman cognomen meaning "lucky, successful" in Latin. It was acquired as an agnomen, or nickname, by the 1st-century BC Roman general Sulla. It also appears in the New Testament belonging to the governor of Judea who imprisoned Saint Paul.

When Skyrah didn't come back, I got worried. First I told myself that maybe she was stressed out and needed some time to herself. But then, when seven hours had passed, with no sign of her anywhere, my fear mounted.

"Azurine..," I began, but she just nodded simply, unable to disguise the concern in her normally hard and emotionless eyes.

I set out at once, with a pack weighing down my back. The snow crunched near my shoes and my fists were clenched. I was ready for anything, feeling that hard doubt in the back of my head, that pessimistic worry..

I shook my head, no. If I had not seen her dead yet, there was still a chance. Quickening my pace, I hurried along the path where I had seen her depart on after a night of restlessness. I too was tired, and constantly moved my hands over to rub my eyes, desiring water more than anything so I could at least give it a good rinse. But we never used it for these kinds of luxuries, only for the essentials, like keeping ourselves hydrated day by day.

There was a clearing to the right of me, and I at first thought, why would she go in there? Then, thinking I ought to check now that I had come so far, I entered slowly and cautiously. There was no one to be seen, just the singing wind rustling the leaves of the trees and the haunting glow of pale sun.

I didn't know why I was doing this. Usually, I would just stay out of trouble if I could, but this seemed a serious situation and so I had to investigate.

Thing was, I was completely wrong. I didn't know that that one little decision to walk into the clearing would cost me my life.

My death was a quick one. I felt it through another's eyes, like I was a ghost hovering over me in third person. A roar sounded and then a crash; I barely felt it as I as flung to the ground. Looking up, I saw burning eyes alight through the darkness. I began to slowly crawl back, my pulse quickening..

I felt an epilepsy attack hit me, and I didn't know what to do, because I couldn't do anything. I lost conscious immediately, through that wondering what exactly might happen and forgetting Skyrah entirely. And that was it. I never felt anything afterward, because I never regained consciousness.

Calamity Astrea(D3 Female)

ka-la-mede: an event causing great and often sudden damage or distress; a disaster

Secretly, I was plotting something. The plan wasn't anything special, but it would help me to get past all those allied people, especially the Careers, whom there were still three people left. They all thought I was weak after the loss of my allies, but they were wrong, very wrong indeed. Sure, I had mourned them the first few days, felt the utter lack of hope, but then? A plan had quietly stirred inside the deep recesses of my soul...only to grow, until I had no choice but to follow it.

Azurine Bahari(D4 Female)

azure-een: sky-blue

I truly felt concern when Skyrah went missing, as opposed to what most people might think. I felt terrible about myself, that others thought me a monster, even as I knew I deserved it. Why couldn't I just be a normal person? Why did my thirst for approval conquer everything, even those I loved? Instead of creating an alliance through friendship, I had created one through fear. I didn't want this. Mark, Algar, Persefone, and maybe Skyrah were dead. Who next?

I felt an apprehension, the thought coming to me that maybe I was next, a revenge to all the sins I had committed.

Everyone thought I was lying. And I was lying, kind of. But now, maybe I could try to be good. Try to correct all that was wrong, even as my impatience grew.

My temper was just too much, I reflected. And sometimes, it could lead to me doing terrible things, terrible things that were beyond correction. But, I had also done what needed to be done, and this satisfaction, this brutal satisfaction made me sick inside.

I had done what needed to be done, and that was kill.

I put my head down on the ground, absently tapping my finger against the soil, thinking about all my faults, and how I could correct them so that maybe when I got home, I would not be seen as someone with no emotions, someone who had tried proving herself and had it all go wrong.

Cameron Bordeaux(D6 Male)

cam-err-in: The name originates from the Scottish surname Cameron. In the Scottish Highlands the surname is thought to be derived from the Gaelic cam sròn, meaning "crooked nose" or "crooked river"; in the Scottish Lowlands the name is thought to be derived from a form of Norman baronial name—from Cambernon, in Normandy.

I brushed my finger against the blade of my knife, feeling its cool power surge through me. It was kind of terrifying, but also made me feel safe to have this protection, to have this skill. I dug it into the ground, letting it halt near the handle and letting out a sigh. Sometimes, I didn't even know what I was doing; but that didn't mean I let doubt come over me. I still strove to look for the good in things.

I thought of Six, I thought of my family. And that homesickness grew every time my thoughts lay on them.

That night, when I saw the colors, the lights flash up into the sky, they sent me bolt upright, all my happiness coming into place even as my soul inside was ever depressed. I didn't think it was right to be happy that there were more people gone from the Games- in fact, my sadness became enhanced, but all the same, that meant I had a better chance of winning.

"Cornell," I spoke softly, hoping he wouldn't wake up all groggy and grumpy.

His eyes opened and he climbed slowly to his feet. "Yeah?" he said in a hoarse voice from sleep.

"Look." I nodded to the lights above. I wondered who had killed them, or what had been the cause of their deaths, because the two figures shining in the sky were both Careers, difficult to kill. And they were good Careers, too. I had hoped it was Azurine, to be honest. She had killed so many and I strongly felt she didn't deserve to live.

"Skyrah and Felix," Cornell echoed my thoughts. "Dead." His voice shook at the last word.

I nodded, trying to think optimistically. "Think on the bright side...that means we have better chance of winning. The top five, Cornell! I can't believe it!...oh. Yeah, I know.." My urging came to a stop as I saw the trouble reflected in his eyes. "It's terrible, but we have to accept that it happens. I'm so sorry they died, they were amazing people.. but still, you can't let that bring you down, especially in these times."

Cornell nodded, giving me a grateful smile. "Thanks, Cameron," he said, in what I would've described sadness beyond relief. I too felt a twinge in my heart, but death had long not surprised me any more. I had adjusted to it fine, but that didn't mean Cornell was the same. I had to help, though. That was what allies were for.

A/N: yawn

1/20/17