There is a slur in Ferrari's POV. It's not from Ferrari, though. She's not a slurrer.

Olivine Martinez- Back to Normal D1F

I really wanted to kill something. Maybe it would have been better if I'd been raised in a more moderate District where emotional health went past looking pretty and killing people, but I hadn't been. I was a Career and we solved our problems with violence. I hadn't expected the sting of nostalgia when I thought about my life in One. I'd been so nervous so go into the Games, so afraid that I'd let my District down. I couldn't believe how young I seemed, even though I hadn't aged at all. I'd just been through so much I didn't recognize myself. I'd been so nervous looking ahead at the violence and danger. It was all I knew now.

As Lottie and I reached the end of a hall, we came out on a balcony with a staircase leading down to the next level. There was a girl heading toward the hallway opposite the staircase, past some couches gathered around a fake fireplace for "ambiance". She was some distance away, but I still recognized North. I pulled Lottie back as she started forward.

"What?" she whispered, as I tugged the two of us out of sight around the corner of the hallway.

"That's North," I said.

"Yeah?" Lottie asked.

"She was at the first feast," I said.

"Yeah?" Lottie asked again.

"So she might have gotten a bag. She could have some who-knows-what bogus advantage. Maybe a gun or even something worse. If we attack her with these," I hefted my sword, "We could get into trouble."

"We can't just let her get away," Lottie protested.

"We won't," I said. "We just have to be smart about it."

Once North had disappeared down the hall, Lottie and I followed as quickly as we could without making noise. I peeked around the edge of the wall and saw North open one of the doors in the hallway and step inside. I already had the start of a plan. I whispered it to Lottie while I tried to think of the rest.

"Let's find some rope and tie the doorknob to the door across the hall," I said to Lottie. The door opened inwards, so North would be stuck inside. Then somehow we'd kill her from outside the room. I wasn't sure how, but I'd figure that part out while we worked.

As Lottie was looping the "rope"- waist ties we'd ripped off hospital gowns and braided together- I finished the plan. We searched the rooms around until we had what we needed: a big bucket of water, and some sort of medical doohickey. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was electric and had a cord connecting the actual device thingy to a screen to show whatever it was the device showed. I carefully pared away the rubber coating on the cord until the bare wires showed.

"All right, let her rip," I said. Lottie tipped over the tub, which was maybe two feet across and a foot and a half high. Water went flooding under the doorway. We heard a scuffle inside as North reacted to the unexpected deluge. We waited in silence, trying to judge the right moment. North almost certainly wouldn't be rash enough to open the door. At the same time, she'd have little choice but to investigate before she formed a plan.

When I thought the moment was right, I dropped the device, after checking again that both Lottie and I were clear of the puddle outside the door. The exposed wire hit the water and there was a loud popping noise alongside a flash of sparks. The device jerked up and flopped sideways. I wondered morbidly if North was doing the same thing. The cannon a second later seemed to suggest so.

North Freemont- Res D6F

Water under the doorway couldn't be good. It must mean the Gamemakers were bored again and were flooding the arena for some action. I didn't have any confidence the windows were easily broken, and even if I could, the force field was probably just on the other side. No, I needed to get out and get to high ground. I could only imagine the slaughter that was going to break out as everyone concentrated into the highest floor.

The water was still barely seeping into my shoes as I walked across the room. I didn't trust it, though. I'd never seen one, but I'd heard flash flood were way quicker than you'd think. I hurried toward the door, wondering who else might be close by that I might meet on my way to the stairs. It was an inevitable risk in a situation like this. Then an irresistible force seized me and I had just enough time to wonder if I was dying.

Ferrari Benz- Into Thin Air D6F

When I saw a shadow cross the threshold, my heart skipped. It was an error, I thought. She's not really-

Braddock stepped into the doorway.

"Oh, gross," I said, my expression souring. "It had to be your ugly face."

It gratified me how honestly insulted Braddock looked. He pulled out a knife and waited for me to cower in fear.

"Must be nice for you to be able to see six inches," I said.

Braddock wavered. He honestly seemed to be flabbergasted. "Are you retarded?" he asked.

"No, I'm just having a really freaking shitty day, all right? My best friend just died and honestly I'm glad you came, since a fight is just what I want." I reached under the table next to me and picked up Lyon's sword, relishing Braddock's surprise."I suppose you thought you were about to have a nice happy day killing some helpless kid like you like. Bet you didn't know I killed Lyon. Yep, you don't have to believe me, but it's true. Unless you think he gave me this. So you change your mind or is that too much to ask of your single brain cell?"

Braddock tucked the knife backwards in his hand like people do when they want to look like cool edgy gangsters. He came at me like he was going to run right through me, but I couldn't help but notice he stopped before he was in sword range. I didn't have much in the way of sword training, so I swung it at him like a baseball bat. He hopped back, avoiding my strike at the cost of looking really silly as he flailed his arms to keep balance.

I yelled wordlessly as I swung the sword at him again and again. I wasn't hitting him, but it was making me feel better. Most people would be worried about tiring themselves out, but I'd never had that problem.

Braddock snaked his arm past my sword and grabbed my wrist. He yanked me forward and I stepped sideways to be farther away from him. The fall knocked the sword out of my hands and of course he ran towards it. I stuck my hand in my pocket as he bent over the sword.

"Wrench in the face!" I yelled as I threw the wrench in my pocket. I'd been in here for weeks. I'd had plenty of time to find secondary weapons. The wrench bounced off Braddock's temple with a satisfying noise, clanking as it hit the ground. He sat back on his butt, stunned, as I pushed him away from the sword and grabbed it. As I was picking it up, he scrambled to his feet and ran for the door. I jeered after him until he was out of sight.

Tyler Alvarez- Swing Vote D10M

Once I was on my own, it was crazy how fast I snapped back to the old me. With Cid I'd been happy sometimes, or at least I'd thought happiness was a possibility. It was easy not to think of my problems when I could focus on taking care of him. The lovely thing about being a repeat Tribute is that we get to have PTSD before we're even Victors. Somehow seeing how rough Cid had it made it easier to overlook my own problems. Now I had all the problems and the added cynicism of having lost my best friend and all the possibilities for what more might have happened. In the back of my head I held out hope we'd see each other again, either after I'd won or, more likely, if we both got resurrected again. When that day came, I could be happy. Until then I would retreat into my cocoon of anger and pessimism.

In my current state, I didn't hesitate to raise my chainsaw when I saw someone else in the nurses' lounge I was about to raid. The only reason I didn't immediately turn it on was the danger of attracting Careers unnecessarily.

Flint turned at the slight noise of my entrance. He saw the chainsaw and jumped back, knocking into the cabinet he'd been searching.

"Woah, woah! I don't want any trouble, okay?" he asked, palms up.

"Maybe I do," I said. In all honesty, I wasn't as aggressive and cold as I was pretending to be. I just had a lot of anger and ugliness pent up inside and wanted to let some out.

"Maybe this isn't a fight you should pick." Flint's voice went ice cold. His eyes flicked over the distance between us and he went for his pocket when he saw there was enough time. I ducked back, ready to sidestep out of the doorway if it was a gun, but instead it was a handheld metal device with two pointed tips on the end.

"I don't think it would be pretty if a taser hit that blade," Flint said. He seemed like an entirely different boy than I'd surprised a minute ago. He'd seemed almost friendly, and now he seemed like some sort of hit man.

"You think they don't make them insulated?" I asked.

"I dunno," Flint said, unmoving but somehow seeming to wind himself up for action. "Do you?'

I knew I was being stupid. Not by fighting someone- that was inevitable- but by fighting someone in anger. Fighting Flint wouldn't fix that Cid was gone. It might get me killed, though. I turned to leave.

"Sorry about your boyfriend," Flint called after me. I wished it was sarcastic so I could be mad at him, but it was genuine. "Friend? I don't know, either way. You seemed close."

"What would you know about that?" I asked, looking over my shoulder. The more I saw of Flint, the less he seemed like the sensitive type.

"What, tough mobster bodyguards can't have friends?" Oh wow, he's a freaking bodyguard? No wonder he shifted so quickly. "There's nothing shameful about loving someone so much you're ready to die for them. That's the best part of being human. A lot of people thought Aston and I were a couple. Really we were just friends. Good enough friends I'd have given my life for him." Flint's face softened as he went over good memories. "You might not know, but that's why I'm here. I volunteered for him. Guess you could say I take my job seriously."

"Was it worth it?' I asked, relaxing a little against the doorway. I was probably never going to see Flint again. If I did, we'd be closer to the end and would have to kill each other. It was my only chance to ask.

"The best ones always are."

49th place: North Freemont- electrocuted by Olivine and Lottie

What a tangled backwards web I wove to get here. North had a feast prize that would make it very difficult to kill her without sniping her from afar. Once I decided she was my next cut, I had to do some slightly silly reverse engineering to get to this point. After several even sillier ideas, I ironed it out into this. These days most electric devices have safeguards, but we're going by movie rules, where any electric device near water means instant death. Should I ever decide to kill Hadley, it will be even harder. Anyway, North was cool but I didn't have any victory ideas come to mind for her, so I killed her.

And with that, I'm finally through the first round of Games POVs!