RACHEL LARSON- Ferrari Benz

She was a woman after my own heart. She punched first and never asked the question since she hadn't had one in the first place. It must have been a fight that did her in. I hope she gave them hell.

LOGAN QUINN- Braddock Simpson

^% #% didn't even make good on everything he stole from me. He let me do all the work, took what I deserved, and wasted it. I was glad to see him dead. I only hoped it was slow.

STUDY FURADO- Richard Franklin

They really did a number on Five, didn't they? Bit spooky. I felt like I'd cheated death or something. Wasn't there a movie forever ago where death got mad if you did that?

WIT CASTIGLIONE- Gabriel Farad

Richard and I were the last, then? I hadn't expected it to be so quick. I guess it didn't matter if everyone died on one night or another. Mostly it was just crazy I'd made it this far.

CHRISTOBAL CHANEL- Juni Triton

I couldn't believe how fast it was. I'd seen so many people die, but it never felt like this. I couldn't believe you could be with someone one moment, with death not even a thought in your head, and the next he was gone.

DOMINIQUE RINDELLE- Camille Igawa

She was the one who got married. Me, I was never going to get married. It was too much power to give someone over you, and honestly I thought the whole idea was outdated. But I was glad for everyone it worked out for. I hoped the few days she had was good for her.

Shale Beecher- Tyger, Tyger D2F

"Wow. Still seems weird it's so many," Chrysolite said as we watched Dominique's face flicker against the ceiling.

"Yeah, and not one of them a Career," I groused. As much as I wished I could muster up some bravado and say how happy I was to have worthy opponents, I got more nervous every time the Career-outlier ratio got a little higher.

"Some of them have to die eventually," Chrysolite said.

Including us, I kept to myself. "You want to go to the bathroom before bed?"

Chrysolite groaned. "I haven't had a bathroom buddy since my second-grade field trip."

"I was thinking the same thing. Science museum?" I asked as we got up.

"Ours was an art museum," Chrysolite said.

"Ooh look at me I'm a fancy One, I go to art museums and think about framing and palette," I said in a rich-girl accent.

"Ugg look me. Me Two girl go to science museum see rocks," Chrysolite said in a caveman voice.

"I do not remember you being this funny in our first Games," I said.

She shrugged. "Guess I mellowed out when you killed me."

As we were walking toward the restroom, the door opened. Artemis stepped out, jumping when she saw the two of us. We all stood dumbfounded for a second, unsure of how to proceed.

"You gonna wanna fight?" Artemis broke the silence in a dissonantly tentative tone.

It seemed Chrysolite was thinking the same thing I was: we weren't sure. There were two of us, but Artemis was trained, like we were. Then again, wasn't she from an even earlier Games? She was perhaps the only Career we had a good chance of beating. But could we really afford to get injured in this pool of Tributes? Surely she wouldn't just lay down and die, highly-trained or not.

"Maybe we just all be cool about this and you clear out, since there's two of us," I said. "Yeah?" I said, turning to Chrysolite.

"Yeah," she said. She turned back to Artemis. "That's gotta be hard to wipe with." She pointed at the clawed gauntlets on Artemis' fingers.

She looked at them and smiled with embarrassment. "My sister sent them. Know how humiliating it is to have your little sister be a Victor and you died? She's gonna be really pissed I didn't try to fight you. Well, maybe I'm finally brave enough to be my own person."

"Hope it works out," I called after her as she left, waving when she checked over her shoulder to see if Chrysolite was going for her bow. "If it doesn't for us, I mean."

Chrysolite waved after me. "Geriatric Careers gotta stick together."

Elara Angelo- Over and Over D12F

I could tell I was dreaming. I was one of those lucky people who often could. It was a pretty standard dream, about trying to get to school but something was always in the way, but something wasn't right. There was a butterfly flapping right around my ear. I kept swatting it away but it kept coming back. Even if I squished it, a second later it would be back again and the body would be gone.

I opened my eyes, snuggling down a little into the bed. Most people hated hospitals, but this was the best bed I'd ever slept. In my half-asleep state, it didn't seem unusual that the butterfly was still in my ear. It was only after I started to wake up more that I noticed the sound was real. I turned over in bed jerked up violently, falling half out of bed and awkwardly catching myself on a bent arm. There was someone in my room.

The story was clear in a second. The boy, a Career, had come to my door while making his rounds down the hall. He'd grabbed the handle and gotten stuck tight. Somehow he'd managed to force the door open quietly so he wouldn't be immediately visible to anyone in the hall. Now he was wincing as he tried to loosen his hand by forcing a garrote through the glue, hopefully only taking off a thin layer of skin. At this point his other hand was stuck, too, leaving him more or less handcuffed to the door with only his wrist mobility to try to work the garrote.

My heart went wild as I lay on the floor, the boy turning to face me. If I hadn't put that glue on the door I would be dead. If my bed had been three feet closer to him, he could have grabbed me. Now all he could do was glare balefully at me as I stood.

"I can still kill you," he said, daring me to come closer.

"I don't doubt it," I said. It crossed my mind to rip up one of the plastic bags in the cupboard in the corner, drip glue on it, and press it to his face. I was disgusted with myself at the thought. That was something the Capitol would do. Me, I'd just use the metal bar I'd taken from the therapy gym I'd run across. It would keep me out of range so he couldn't get me, and after the first blow to his head, he wouldn't feel a thing. I'd heard rich kids had bags full of candy at their birthday parties, and they would hit them until the candy fell out. I the boy hadn't been a Career, I would have felt sorry for him.

Echo Osuuchi- To New Heights D7F

What a surprise. Five deaths, and all of them outliers. From the outside it would seem that an indoor arena would be a godsend for outliers- so many places to hide, shelter from the elements… Really it was just another advantage for the Careers. In an arena like this, no one would die from exposure, or dirty water, or starvation. All those were things the outliers had an advantage in. The only advantage we had was how used to hard living we were. Most of us had never even seen a hospital this nice. Even the arena was Career territory now.

Statistically speaking, I was in the top third of the Games. It wasn't as far as my first performance yet, but I had to think that the sheer amount of people I'd outlived was worth something. Just on my own, I'd done this well, in an arena stacked against me. I hadn't been in a hospital since I got an infected scrape when I was eleven.

When I found a nurse hutch kind of tucked into the wall at the edge of an open area where several halls met. It looked like some sort of combined waiting room for the several different departments going down the different halls. There was an exposed staircase leading up to the next floor. It was a little disconcerting to be in such an open space.

"Hey."

I dove at the voice, taking cover behind the cupboard I was looting.

"Wait!" the girl yelled. "I just wanna talk, I promise."

I peeked out from the edge of the cupboard. Leaning over the railing on the next floor, Tuesday was looking down at me.

"What do you want?" I asked. I would have run, since she didn't have a ranged weapon on her, but I wasn't completely sure I could make it out of sight before she got close enough to chase me.

"I heard someone moving around so I came out because I want an interview for my blog," Tuesday called down.

"An interview. For your blog," I repeated incredulously.

"Yeah! When else is anyone ever gonna have the chance to post a genuine in-Games interview?" Tuesday asked.

This girl's crazy. I couldn't imagine how such a crazy girl even got picked by the Academy, much less lasted this far.

"Come on, please? I'll give you this sandwich that 'Shogofan112' sent me." I peeked out and sure enough, the girl was holding a foot-long submarine sandwich over the sponsor box it came in. "I'll drop it over and then go back really far so you won't have to get close to me. Like in the box, so it will fall slow and not get smashed.'

Maybe I was thinking with my stomach, but there was a bit of sense to the idea. If Tuesday really did back all the way along the balcony, she'd be far enough I could grab the box and turn a corner down the hall so she wouldn't know where I went. Besides, if she wanted to kill me, she was trained enough to at least try stalking me. This was a really bizarre trick, if that was what it was.

"What are the questions?" I called up.

"Eee!" Tuesday squealed. "Okay, first: what has your Games experience been like so far?"

"Sucks," I said.

"Can we get a little more detail?"

Sucks really bad. I smiled and restrained myself from saying it. "It's been weird not having any allies. Wait, can the other Tributes see this blog?"

"I think all the computers work. They haven't commented that I can tell, but they could read if they think to try the computers," Tuesday said.

In that case, I couldn't give away any useful information. "It's weird being in an indoor arena. Nice not to have to be cold or wet, but it's definitely an advantage for the Careers."

"Geat! Two: what's something most people don't think about when it comes to the Games being hard?"

"I've worn the same underwear for nine days."

59th place: Malcolm Royden- Bludgeoned by Elara

I realized I didn't really plan for Malcolm to win, so I went ahead and killed him. There's no reason he died in this placement. I just thought might as well kill him sooner rather than later and reduce the numbers. Malcolm was up against a lot being alone with this many big alliances around. He still managed to stick it out this far and survive a feast that took out a lot of contenders.