ELARA ANGELO- Gaius McClellan

Twelve's last hope, and I could barely move my legs. Elara would have been a better champion. I hadn't anticipated how lonely it would be, knowing I was the last Twelve.

CASTIEL WICKHAM- Joseph Carpenter

That was what following our morals would do to us in the end. It was a big sacrifice to make. Then again, I really had no one to blame but myself. Jesus didn't tell me to volunteer.

LILY WHITE- Lacey Weaver

Not many outliers left. Even fewer of us weaker ones. Maybe I should have tried to find another ally after Alysanne died. I wondered if Lily had been lonely like me.

Hlenn Rambutan- District Eleven mentor

Resurrection Games were always philosophical for me. It was such a symbol of hope for me that even death wouldn't stop us from fighting. I wondered sometimes if the Tributes' souls didn't get mixed up during the resurrection process. Wouldn't it be something to experience a life in an entirely different body, with a different background and skills? It made it easier when all my Tributes died. Maybe they hadn't, really. It seemed to me that in the Resurrection Games, whoever won was meant to win the entire time.

Ferrari Benz- Into Thin Air D6F

Sometimes you just know you're not going to win. Maybe you're on a thin stretch of cliff with two Careers between you and the rest of the mountain. Or maybe you pissed off the head Gamemaker and he sent some horrible disease to kill you. It didn't matter even if I did figure out what disease it was. Probably it wasn't even any specific disease and Titian just sent a bunch of symptoms he thought I would hate the most- namely, fatigue, a really sore throat so I couldn't swallow without wincing, aching joints, and constant bloody coughing.

What Titian should have seen coming, though, was that I didn't care if I won. I cared if I made him even madder. I'd already gone through a few possible plans. Plan A was to make a ton of noise and draw people closer. As soon as a Career came near I'd run at them coughing like crazy, thus infecting them and leaving a proud legacy of germiness behind me. The problem with that was that most Careers were too savvy to come if I made a bunch of noise, fun though that would be. Also, Titian would still enjoy watching me die violently. No, the worst thing I could do, the thing that would bother him the most, was to be really really lazy.
The narcotics storage room had alarms all over it. In a normal hospital it would have been a huge risk for people swiping medication, whether to sell or to use. For Games purposes the alarms had been turned off. All the easier to steal a bunch of painkillers. A lot of them I didn't even know- probably newfangled Capitol medicines us savages didn't get. But others were better-known. You don't have to worry about your morphine being cut if it's right from the hospital.

Life's good. Lying there on the blankets and linens I'd piled underneath one of the tables, I reflected on how really, really nice life could be. The floor, for example, was just really soft. Sure, I was in the Arena, but I could just tell everything was going to be okay. Maybe it was the morphine speaking. Maybe it was the avipam. I wasn't even sure what avipam was, but it was labeled as "for end of life care only", so I'd taken a guess it was probably the strong stuff. I wasn't sure, since it was currently really hard to think, but I thought I might have been right.

Gosh this room is just so comfy, I thought, stretching my arms in a luxurious arc. I wiggled my legs a little like a cricket. I turned my head to cough, giggling a little at the red flecks on my blanket pile. Getting bigger, I thought. I'm probably pretty close now. A few minutes ago I'd tried to stand up to go scrounge around for food, but I didn't quite make it up, and I hadn't bothered to try again. This was a good place to die. A really comfy, happy place to die.

I made the effort to collect my blurry thoughts in order to think of Titian. He was out there somewhere, fuming that his (hilariously petty) attack had dissolved under a thick layer of multiple painkillers. I could definitely see how people got addicted to things like these. I felt good. I waved lazily at Titian, wherever he was behind the cameras. It's all thanks to you, boo.

Braddock Simpson- Circle of Life D7M

Someone was in the walls. I wasn't going crazy. There was 100% someone in the walls. I heard the crawling at night and it was driving me insane. Did they have to be so loud? Just because this was the Hunger Games was no excuse to keep everyone awake.

That's it. That is it. I tiptoed down the hall after the noise. Whoever was up there was going to have to come out eventually. When they did, I was going to finally get some peace and quiet.

Thumpthumpthump

I took in a deep breath as I clenched my fists. I had half a mind to climb up in the ceiling after whoever it was. The only reason I didn't was that lately I'd been having dizzy spells. As super annoying as the noise was, I'd feel like a moron if I fell off a table and died.

Scraaaaape

I lifted a foot to kick the wall, yanking it back at the last minute when I thought about the noise it would make. Tell the truth, I was getting really tired of this stupid game. I just wanted to get everyone killed and get out of here. This place was getting to me. I couldn't even think straight.

The noise stopped suddenly. I froze in the hallway underneath it, having gotten so used to its annoyingness I momentarily didn't know how to react when it stopped. Luckily my common sense kicked in and I ducked through the nearest doorway so the ceiling noisemaker wouldn't see me as they came down.
There was one final insufferable scraping noise as whoever was up there slid the ceiling tile aside. A few strands of long hair fell down before the edge of a face peeking down into the hallway. I ducked further into the room as the girl turned to look in my direction. I peeked out a second later to see her checking the other side of the hallway. Then she slid further down, exposing the back of her head.

I leaped forward and grabbed a handful of hair. "Shut UP!"

Lacey Weaver- No Way Down D8F

I slid the ceiling tile aside, pausing in case someone jumped out at the noise. When nothing happened, I strained my neck to look as far as I could in every direction without exposing my head. I could only see a sliver of the hallway, but what I could see looked peaceful. And then there was nothing else to do. I had to come down eventually to get some more water, whether or not I decided to go back up after. No matter when I did it, it would be a risk. That was just the Games.

My hair streamed down into the open air. I hitched my breath when I saw it, afraid that someone might still be lurking and they'd see me. But again nothing happened. I took a deep breath and peeked my head down out into the hallway. Doors stretched on in either direction, several of them open. Maybe the Careers had already been through here? But then, they must have been through the entire arena by now. They'd be back. I turned in a circle, checking every which way for danger.

"Shut UP!"

My head stopped painfully as I tried to yank it back up. There was an agonizing pressure as someone pulled my head downward with tearing force. I knew I had to pull away, but I didn't have that choice. The pressure was so great I was terrified my neck would break. I slid further down into the hallway, exposed up to my armpits, just to relieve the pressure.

Another hand reached up and grabbed the front of my shirt. I caught an upside-down glimpse of Braddock as he dropped to his knees, pulling me down entirely. I saw the floor rushing up at me and knew it was too late to stop what was about to happen.

That's how fast it happens. My stomach fell as I dropped toward the ground. An uncontrolled fall from this height was more than enough to kill me if I fell headfirst. A minute ago I was planning my day, and now I knew I had less than three seconds to live. There was so much to think about. I still had so much left to do. My head hit the floor. I felt it bending sideways, farther than my neck could take. That was how fast it went.

23rd place: Ferrari Benz- interference from Titian

I had to sit around for a while plotting this, since Ferrari always demands to die coolly. This isn't necessarily cool like her other deaths, but it was very spiteful, and she settled for that. Ferrari had a lovely death being high as balls while Titian watched in fury. Maybe next time, Titian.

22nd place: Lacey Weaver- neck broken by fall caused by Braddock

Lacey got herself in a good spot because she had the coupon, so I wanted to spare her until she got to use that for maximum mayhem. After that, she was pretty much a goner in this field of tributes. On the bright side, she died instantly from a broken neck rather than getting kicked and smacked to death by Braddock, so she has that going for her.