There weren't too many Threes so I did them together

Jayla Dean- A Night to Remember D3F

On the bright side, it seemed me killing my girlfriend had gotten lost in the shuffle of hundreds of other dead kids. If I just never mentioned it again, I was in the clear. Except the Hunger Games thing.

So who am I if I'm not the psycho killer girl? Guess I'm just the psycho girl. But was I really psycho, or was that just something people said about me? Everything I did, I had a reason for, and not a reason like "space aliens told me if I didn't do this all the water in the world would dry up". If you asked me, I wasn't a psycho girl. I just didn't let society tell me what to do. Except this one time, I might let society tell me what to do. It was telling me to win the Hunger Games, and I did like being alive. If I won this, I could get a cute girlfriend. This time I wouldn't kill her, I promise.

Walcott Patel- No Way Down D3F

I didn't ask them to bring me back. I would have told them no, NO, absolutely NOT. I was dead. Now I wasn't. What did that make me? I didn't know all the metaphysical repercussions, but I knew it made me a lot closer to a vampire than I wanted to be. My stomach clenched suddenly, so violently I would have thrown up if I had anything in my stomach. The Capitol could take dead people and make them alive again. We all knew the Capitol was evil, with people like Titian going far beyond anything someone with a soul could do. So... what if he didn't have a soul? What if what the Capitol was doing here wasn't science, but the occult? They stayed in power forever. They barely aged. They required blood sacrifices. What if I hadn't escaped the vampires but I was in their nest?

Emmeline Blythe- Over and Over D3F

It was just after the Sixty-Ninth Hunger Games. By now, my father was almost certainly dead. Some of my siblings were almost certainly dead, too, of starvation or hardship. Of those who were left, some had vague memories of me, while others had grown up long enough without me that I was no more real than a bedtime story. I'd always thought my family was the most important thing. Now they were gone, disappearing one by one while I was somewhere else. It was only me now. I was the only one I could fight for. It should have been devastating, and I could feel it trying to seep into me. Over the next few weeks it would no doubt feel more real to me. But on the other hand, it made life so much clearer. I didn't have anyone else to think of- no family, no allies, no people who my life or death would affect. All I needed to think about was the Games. I could put my entire mind into it. And my entire mind was a prodigious thing.

Xzavier Thomas- Your Vote Matters D3F

I was one of the oldest Tributes here, looking at it chronologically. I heard there were a few from the Twenty-Third Games, and there might have been some from before that, but I was definitely among the old breed. It was strangely lonely, being marooned in time. Very few people had cared for me back then and no one did now.

The door opened and a woman walked in. It had been so long I didn't recognize her at first, but then the cleverness in her eye glinted out at me. Acee was older than I remembered, of course, but she still had her same elfin quickness and jittering energy. Except now she seemed almost... morose.

She handed me a pad, not looking me in the eye. I looked at the words displayed on the screen.

Genetic mapping of the subject indicates significant similarities among chromosome pairs 7, 9, 13, and 16. Chances of maternity are 99.86%

"Guess I owed you that for a long time," she said softly.

"Mom."

Shinju Matsushita- Heart of Darkness D3F

The medic looked at me with the expression of a little kid forced by their mother to look under their bed to prove no monsters were there. "I'm just going to check your reflexes, okay? I'm sorry, they're making me do it."

"Oh, I uh... I don't do the vampire thing anymore," I said, trying to look not-scary. "I got killed by falling off a cliff, remember? That doesn't kill vampires."

"Are you sure?" the medic asked. I was suddenly struck by the impossibility of the answer. If I said "no", clearly it was possible that did kill vampires and I was a vampire. If I said "yes", how could I be sure unless I was a vampire?

"Not like positive but pretty sure," I said. When the medic still hesitated, I added, "Don't you have any equipment made of silver?"

A minute later I was getting my vitals checked as I held a silver butter knife in one hand. I would have been annoyed, but this what what I got for having the most cringy emo phase in human history.

Gizmo Torrens- Power to the People D3M

Looking over the data, it was damnably clear. The people who won the Games were the people willing to kill. Bambi. Acee. Clair. Hordes of Careers. Allies got you far in the Games. They got you sponsor gifts and security. But they eventually got you dead. Either you killed them or you lost them. One way or another, you ended up on your own, your only options being murder or death. What separated the winners from the losers was whether they were smart enough to stay alive and get other people dead. I was smart enough. For most of my life I'd been holding that back, trying to use my brain in constructive ways. But the Games weren't constructive. There was nothing else in the world more destructive. I was smart enough to see I had my choice. I could kill, or I could die. If my allies were here they'd tell me to be a good person. My allies weren't here. They were dead, because they wouldn't kill.

Demarcus King- We All Fall Down D3M

I wondered which of the others were here. Surely by now one of us had won, right? Probably Jay- he always seemed like our leader. But if he'd won, he'd be here visiting right now. Probably he was just with one of the others. Zach, probably, since they were best friends.

"Hey, has Jay Dallas won yet?" I asked one of the medics.

"He's right down the hall. Would you like to visit?" she asked.

"He's with one of the rest of our allies?" I asked.

"No, he's in his room, just waking up, like you," she said.

It hit me like a punch. "So there haven't been any Resurrection Games lately?" I asked.

"Just one. Then there was..." the medic glanced up fearfully at phantom cameras. "I don't think we're supposed to talk about that one."

"Well, did Zach win?" I asked.

"I don't know of any Victors named Zach."

"Troy? Logan?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not."

"Austin? Mati?" My brain cast around for more names. There had to be one of us. There just had to. We couldn't all be here. Not after all this time.

Yttria Noxus- Descent into Madness D3F

"Is Snow still president?" I asked.

"Yes," the medic asked.

Rats. I was kind of hoping for a new regime. Preferably one with more x-chromosomes, figuratively speaking. But this was no time for my soapboxing. The best way to show "girl power" was to win the Games and keep myself alive.

And we're still doing the Hunger Games, I see. I could have at least hoped that we would have evolved past this. But hope is a fleeting thing in Panem. Honestly, we needed a complete overhaul. Perhaps a new leader, one who didn't think killing kids was good for the country. All the better reason for me to win. Me, or at least someone who would make this country a better place. Which was pretty much all of us, except Atticus. Who, speaking of, I was glad to see was not on the Tribute list. At least this country got some things right.

Wyatt Sparks- D3M

Most people don't know what it's like to find out you aren't the main character of the story. That you are, in fact, one of billions of faces, each thinking they're the protagonist. Me, I'd come to that realization long ago, when I was forced into the Hunger Games to give entertainment to the Capitol. No, I wasn't the main character. I wasn't even the hot love interest. Panem had a lot in common with the Middle Ages. You had your serfs, your nobility, your hedonism that eventually collapsed into undisciplined chaos. With your kings, you had your courts. Your courtiers, your knights, your fair maidens. And at all of them, given certain dispensations in return for the dangers of the job, you had the court jester.