Day Two In the Arena.

December Vaughn, District Three Female

A pleased sigh escaped the female from her hiding spot in a spare room in the mansion. She had spent the last few hours working on a strong version of her favorite posion. Luckily the Capitol had sent her the formulas, though how they got them, she didn't exactly know or care.

Taking the pot off the small fire she had managed to create, she grabbed the vials that were sent as well and poured the dark liquid into them, setting them aside to cool off. Letting a breath out, she leaned back against the bed.

Only two days in and it already felt like a lifetime.

At least to her.

But she was happy that she was here. She was finally getting the chance to show who she was. Nothing was going to stop her. Nothing at all.

She was itching to test out the full strength of her creation. It was suppose to be able to stop the heart almost instantly, causing a quick and easy death.

She would get her chance to test it out soon.

But on whom?

After a few hours, she headed out of her hiding spot, only to run into Sterling, if she recalled his name correctly, the male from eight.

"Perfect, just the person I'm looking for!" He grinned and leaned against the wall, looking at her with a gaze that made December suspect that he was up to something.

"What do you want, Eight?" Her tone was harsh and her hand went to the knife in the pocket of her pants. Hand clenched around the handle.

"Don't kill me yet, I have a plan that I need to do and you're just the right person to help me with it." At her nod he continued. "I want to turn allies against each other. I may or may not have used you as an example so to speak and stole some supplies from the two from Six when they were out doing god knows what, and when they came back, i told them it was you. So they might be coming after you."

"How do I fit into that though?"

"It'll give you a chance to use what you just made."

"I can work with that. But this doesn't mean we're working together."

He smirked, "Of course not."

She would leave the pair from Six to come find her first. Instead, her only focus turned towards finding another tribute to see if it worked. As well as the other creations she had made. She could have a bit of fun with it.

The wind was whipping against her skin, and a light snowfall had begun not long into her trek into the arena. Pulling the hood of her jacket over her head, she was grateful that at least they gave them gloves.

One hand remained on her knife at all times however.

She stopped occasionally to drink the small water bottle she had gotten and had filled and purified the night before. Some stops were to eat the little food she had but she managed.

It had to have been around noon, though she had no way of actually knowing when she could hear sounds of another tribute nearby.

Bingo.

Keeping her own sounds as silent as possible, she got close enough to see who exactly the tribute was.

Orpheus Rashomon. The male from district Twelve was sitting in the snow. He appeared to be shivering harshly as the snow fell harder and harder. It could be an act, and her thoughts seemed to be true as she moved to make a strike, his head whipped up and he grabbed his own knives.

"Smart tactic, not like it'll work for much longer." Her lips curled slightly as she took another step forward. He lunged at her then, easy getting close enough to swipe his knife across her cheek. Her own knife reached out to his shoulder, slicing easily into it.

It was back and forth between them and he paused for a moment to catch his breath. That was when she grabbed the most recently made poison and coated her knife with it. Orpheus came at her again, knives raised and she side stepped it and struck out with hers to where the skin of his ribs were exposed and let her knife rake across the skin.

Almost instantly, he doubled over in pain as the poison entered his bloodstream. December let out a cackle as she kicked the man in the side, rejoicing in the sounds of his pain. Straddling his hips, she leaned over him.

"Not so strong are you now?"

"You fucking bitch." He snarled out, gasping for breaths, his hand at his side to try to stem the flow of blood from the wound.

"Yeah, I might be one but at least I'm not afraid to show it." She spun the knife.

"You played well, making it longer than your pathetic district partner."

Something stabbed into her right thigh just then, and looking down she could see his knife embedded deep into her tight. Vision turned red with rage as she started stabbing at the abandoned.

How could she let her guard down to let him get her like that.

She lost herself to the motion of stabbing the blade into any part of him that she could get to and repeating and repeating and repeating. Blood soaked into her outfit as well as painting the ground below them. All she could feel was the anger coursing through her body.

What a hell of a show she had to be putting on at the moment for the people of Panem and the Capitol.

It wasn't until she could hear the hovercraft approaching that she came back slightly. His body was unrecognizable. There was no way to tell which wound the blood was coming from on him. And she could feel both of their blood dripping on some part of her. Getting up the best she could, she grabbed the small pack he had and his other knife and took off away from him.

She would be fucked if she didn't get that wound to heal.

She couldn't let that happen to her.

Myrcella Addair, District Two Female.

Another cannon sounded later in the day, as Mrycella got back out in the cold arena. She had told the rest of them to stay there and she would go see if there was anyone lurking around the building.

Truth be told, she was getting restless. Sure she had gotten a kill in the bloodbath but she needed more.

The career let out a sigh as she tightened her grip on her weapon, as she stalked through the woods. There weren't any new footprints which was a good sign that there hadn't been anyone around lately. She wondered who that cannon had been for, it could have been for anyone that wasn't in her alliance.

She shrugged it off, a smirk on her face as she faintly saw footsteps that looked like they barely applied pressure on the snowy ground. A branch broke behind her and she spun around, and grinned when she saw the female from eleven. There was a determined, cold look on the female's face.

"You're the one that killed Velveta, aren't you?"

"Nope, though whoever killed her is lucky to have gotten the chance. You're just upset that your allies are gone aren't you. Don't worry, you'll see them soon again once I'm through with you. But by all means, give it your best shot. Then you'll see who's the strongest one out of us."

Maleae Picket, District Eleven Female.

Losing her allies only caused a fire to erupt in her.

She was alone.

And that little career would pay for it.

She swung her fist at Myrcella's face which the career dodged and sent a first of her own onto her cheek. Spitting out the blood out of her mouth, she arched her brow. Scoffing out a breath, she grabbed the brass knuckles that had somehow been at the center of the cornucopia, she slipped them onto her right hand. The female from two came at her once more, slipping only slightly on the ground as she aimed her jab at the female's shoulder.

Maleae turned out of the way, catching the blow on her upper arm instead of the intended target. Wincing at the blow, she lashed out with her foot, landing a solid round house kick on the female's knee which buckled slightly at the action.

A grin lit up on her face.

All she had to do was take out this one Career and the rest would be soon to fall.

She saw the glint of excitement and rage in her fellow tribute's eyes as she grabbed her weapon from where she had placed it. Mal could only watch as she swung it a couple times before raising and swinging it in her direction. She had the time to jump to the side and swiped out with her fist, catching the girl on the cheek and watched as she drew blood.

"Alright, that's how you want to play. This is payback for what you said at the interview."

"I know I'm right!" She shot back, and scrowled when the weapon caught her on her ribs, thankfully the jacket shielding most of the force behind it.

Grabbing the small daggers, she let one cut into the exposed skin on her wrist, which only got her a kick to the stomach causing her to lose her breath for a moment. She held herself up though, and fought back.

Maleae couldn't tell how much time had passed and whose blood was dripping onto the ground. She only knew that she wouldn't go down without a fight.

Myrcella's weapon caught her in the leg this time and she collapsed as she yelled out in pain. The next blow came to her collarbones, easily crushing them with the force alone. Her daggers laid abandoned on the ground as she struggled to get up only to be kicked down again.

"Goodbye Maleae."

And then the flail came down onto her chest, slicing through her outfit and into her chest.

But she managed to get the last move, as her dagger flew into the other woman's hip. .

Then she faded away, knowing that she fought as best as she could.

The Capitol, Mentoring Room.

Wiping his face, Clay stood from the station he had been at as he watched the Games.

"They gave it their best Clay, you and I both know that." One of his closest friends, Rhea, called out to him.

"I know, it just sucks that they're both gone."

"At least we can mourn our tributes together," She shrugged and grabbed his hand and led him out of the room, a sigh escaping his lips. "How do you feel about a drink or two?"

and we're through day two! only two deaths today but it is what it is. cant go all trigger happy XD. anyways onto the fallen tributes.

15th place; Orpheus Rashomon, District Twelve Male-killed by December Vaughn; Orpheus was always a dark mystery to me. i never felt like i wrote him as well as i could have. he was a good tribute and i would have loved to place him higher. but his submitter hasn't gotten back to me on wether they would review this fic or not, nor have they reviewed since i start this story. so i think that was why i killed him off when i did. rest in peace Orph, you'll be missed. thank you to antlered-dice for him.

14th place; Maleae Picket, District Eleven Female-killed by Myrcella Addair; oh sweet girl, you deserved better. i always imagined that without her allies, she would want to get revenge on whoever killed them. she had potential to make it higher but i feel like after losing her allies, she would have lost herself to wanting some form of revenge. she was an absolute blast to write and i hope you all loved her. thank you flameandvoid for her.

TRIBUTES and ALLIANCES;

THE CAREERS;

Flare Lockwood [1 kill]

Grayson Lockwood [1 kill]

Myrcella Addair [2 kills]

Evander Soren [1 kill]

KNOCKOFF CAREERS;

Ikarus Pyxis [2 kills]

Reid Thasos [1 kill]

Percy Chalamet

Astrid Santos

THE LONERS;

Damara Estridge [1 kill]

December Vaughn [1 kill]

Sterling Nadir

THE PAIR THAT TRUSTS EACH OTHER;

Kassidy Kane

Delaware Spires.

alright, how do we feel?

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nova xx