Chaney de Kuyper, 17

Today is the day.

Reese's soft voice is all that Chaney can hear as he stares into Briar's hazel eyes. The words he speaks are also the most important words that he has ever heard in his life - "Do you, Chaney de Kuyper, take Briar Bacardi to be your wife… from this day forward. In sickness and in health, in good times and in bad… and in a - erm… for as long as you shall live-"

"I do," Chaney answers assuredly.

(He's never been as sure about anything in his life.)

"Am I doing okay?" Reese calls. "Since, you know, I've never actually done this before."

Chaney looks to the once Hunger Games tribute, now marriage officiant, and sticks his thumb up. "You're doing great, buddy. It's just like we practiced. I can honestly say I wouldn't have picked anyone else here." He faces Briar again and she smiles. "This is my first time marrying someone as well, believe it or not."

(And it will be his last.)

Reese finishes reading the vows. "Do you, Briar Bacardi, take Chaney de Kuyper to be your husband from this day forward, in good times and in bad, and erm… you know the rest-"

"I do!" Briar exclaims with a light chuckle.

"I now pronounce you husband and wife!"

Chaney pulls his wife in for a kiss, and it feels like the best and longest one they have ever shared together. If only this moment could go on for the rest of time.

But Chaney knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. That's why the best moments must be cherished - because they're all anyone has.

After the newly wed couple's lips finally part, they clasp each other's hands, and stare into each other's eyes.

It's done.

When the moment passes, Chaney is finally able to hear the voice of the announcer, who has been speaking for some time, but under the much more important sound of their wedding vows. However, now that their little ceremony is over, Chaney finally starts to pay attention to the announcement.

"It is due to the extra-high radiation level from this leak, that all the remaining medicine for radiation sickness has been moved to the same place - the cornucopia in the middle of the arena. If you are sick, you are strongly advised to get there as soon as possible. Good luck."

Chaney suddenly finds himself distracted from the most important day of his life by the announcement and the painful surge of reality that it brings. His thoughts wander - Another attempt by the Capitol to bring the remaining tributes together - He realises to himself.

Then Chaney notices a young man standing by the side of one of the buildings and staring at the couple. One side of his face is mostly covered by loosely hanging black hair and the other half has been burnt beyond recognition, but Chaney recognises him immediately as Ozias, the boy from Fourteen.

Chaney did that to him.

Ozias clenches his teeth together, his eyes dead set on the last two people on this Earth that matter to Chaney - Briar and Reese.

The vengeful boy's words echo in Chaney's head - "I'll kill them in front of you!"

Then, the intruding image of Ozias vanishes as quickly as it appeared. He may have only been in Chaney's head, but the real Ozias is still out there, and Chaney has to believe he meant exactly what he said.

No, he knows it. Fate is determined to take everyone that he cares about away from him. It has tried over and over again to do so. It took his mother from him, it took his father from him, and it tried to take Briar from him when she was reaped.

Here it is, at it again.

There is, however, one inescapable thought that haunts Chaney more than any other. It's the thought that maybe it's Chaney himself that's the cause of his own abandonment. Maybe there is something about fate that is uncontrollable; maybe he is destined to be his own worst enemy on repeat, like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Maybe both of my parents left because of me. And maybe Briar will do the same because of my own desperate attempts to stop her.

(Bludgeoning that boy from Seven to death with that hammer.)

(Watching Ozias scream in agony as his face burned.)

(He could have killed him there and then but he was so angry.)

Chaney feels his chest tighten, and sees his nemesis, the unforgiving red mist, cover his eyes again.

Maybe he did cause this mess, but it's not too late to fix it. It's not too late to stop fate.

Chaney turns back to his wife - she frowns and her eyes are suddenly filled with concern as she feels clearly his struggle. "Is everything alright, babe?" she asks.

Chaney takes a deep breath and squeezes both her hands. "Yeah, don't worry, everything's gonna be alright now," he answers.

"Are you sure?"

"Do you trust me?"

"Always."

It is dark all around the crumbling town when Chaney finally makes his move.

Chaney and Briar are snuggled together against the side of a large building, with Reese having drifted off to sleep a few meters away. He waits to move until the last of the evening light had disappeared and both of the others were asleep.

What is Chaney's plan exactly? It's simple. Chaney knows everyone around him thinks he's the dumbest boy on Earth, but he knows for damn sure that when he caused that glowing, radioactive substance to spill onto Ozias's face, it sure as hell wasn't good for that deranged murderer.

Ozias is poisoned with radiation. And with all the medicine for it in one place, Chaney has the chance to destroy it - and thus destroy Ozias for good.

This is his chance to fix the mess he caused. This is his chance to stop fate from taking everything he loves from him again.

Chaney carefully and quietly pushes himself up before planting a soft kiss on his wife's cheek. "Don't worry, I'm gonna make everything right," he whispers.

With that, he packs his bag with a few basic supplies, in case he gets lost, and of course, his trusty axe.

Before departing, he takes one last look back at his sleeping allies, and wonders if he's making the right decision.

Whatever happens, this was the happiest day of my life, and nothing can change that.

Alizka Ito, 15

Liz's feet carry her aimlessly across a dirt track through a compact street.

She's not sure where they are taking her, nor does she care. All she knows is that she has to keep moving; otherwise, she's sure she'll shrivel up into a ball and decay until she's nothing but bones.

When she first woke up to discover that her bag was missing along with her last remaining ally, she was so angry that she might have throttled Meilin herself. But then, she saw Meilin's face staring down at her from the sky; she had seen that face a long time ago - the picture was taken during training. She was basically staring at a ghost.

It triggered a memory deep inside Liz of who she once was - a happy, go-lucky, carefree painter.

"Meilin I'm sorry!" Liz yells into the aether. "Come back!"

But it's too late.

Liz is alone now.

Maybe she was too harsh on Meilin. She just didn't want to see her destroyed by her own delusions, but now she realises that it would have been better to lie just to keep Meilin by her side. That way, she wouldn't be alone.

Loneliness is more painful than the deadliest poison.

But it's too late.

Liz eventually reaches the end of the main street and finds herself in more winding, seemingly endless streets that are tangled around themself and have no end destination.

Eventually, after what seems like an eternity, the last street finally comes to an end, and Liz arrives at the edge of a lake.

The water of the lake is completely still and totally devoid of life. The only coloration is a sickly green tint. Liz doesn't imagine that she could use it to fill up her water bottle.

Luckily, Meilin left her enough water to last a few days.

The stillness of the lake allows Liz to gaze into her own reflection. Her face is dirty, cut, and bruised, but that's not the part of herself that she doesn't recognise.

She doesn't recognise her eyes. They are just like the water of the lake, and the rest of this sickly place - entirely empty of life.

Liz wraps her arms around her body, struggling for air. She's let this place beat her. She's let it define her.

Meilin was right.

She stares up into the sky, and takes in a deep breath. "Come on, what are you waiting for?! Finish it! I know you can see me!" she cries.

She is only met with a hollow silence.

Liz closes her eyes. She could crumple down here by the edge of the lake and hope that it swallows her up and fully consumes her, or she could keep fighting because that's the only thing she can do.

I'm a soldier now, and I've got to fight to get out of here.

She might have failed Meilin and Day, but won't fail her family. They'll see her again, even if they don't recognise her anymore.

Liz recounts the other remaining tributes in her head - the enemy. There are two careers left, if she recalls correctly - they will likely be the hardest challenge to overcome. Other than that there's that tall, scary-looking boy from Fourteen, the Nines, the Sixes, and the boy from Eleven.

Liz will kill them all if she has to. She's done it once already; it'll only be easier from here on out.

She'll do whatever it takes.

Zora Iskra, 14

The area surrounding the cornucopia has changed a lot since the last time Zora was here. Where the roof of the factory used to be wide open, it is now completely shut off, covering the entire circle in a blanket of darkness.

At least, she thinks it's changed. Perhaps it's always been this dark and the light she thought she saw was a false hope.

Lately, Zora has found it more and more difficult to tell what has changed and what has always been - like herself, for example.

Would Bexley really want to share their long-anticipated picnic with a killer? Would her parents see her as Zora or the girl that created the poison that was used to cause so much madness and death? They've already lost one of their daughters; have they already lost another?

What about Kalila? Is this what she died for?

"Is that all of them?" Zora asks as she finishes placing her red, bubbling potions around the perimeter of the cornucopia.

"Yeah, all of them," Jokull replies, limping as fast as he can out of the inside of the bunker cornucopia.

He then attaches a makeshift tripwire to either side of the doorway. Zora then passes him a can of crude oil from inside the factory, which he empties around the cornucopia as quickly as he can.

"Come on!" he exclaims, tossing the empty bottle down. "We ain't got much time."

They move as fast as they can, leaving all of the anti-rad medicine behind; neither of them has any use of it other than to draw the other tributes into a death trap.

Zora follows her district partner to the edge of the circle surrounding the cornucopia. Before leaving, she glances back at the death that they've set in motion.

A shudder runs through her spine. Is this who I am now?

The pair exit by a metal ladder, walking along some metal gratings until they reach a small side door into the factory.

After that, they find themselves in a corridor that leads through the factory. It's easy to get lost in this place, and they don't want to be lost when the smoke and fire starts spreading.

Meanwhile, Jokull hobbles along after Zora. The boy is now constantly wincing in pain and holding his ribs as they take damage from every step. Eventually, he comes to a complete halt and braces himself on the wall of the corridor.

Zora rushes back to him. "You need some more herbs," she says, reaching into her bag for another potion.

But Jokull holds her wrist to stop her and shakes his head slowly. His eyes are now bloodshot and the whites of them have a hint of green.

The side effects are starting to affect him.

Zora's heart begins pumping with fear. She can't lose Jokull, not now. They're a team.

"Then come on! We have to keep going!" The determined girl urges. "You can't give up. Not now! You can't give up!"

Jokull nods faintly and continues limping through the corridor.

But just as it seems like they are home free, Zora spots a tall boy in a bright orange arena suit at the end of the corridor - Ozias.

A host of awful memories begin seeping into Zora's mind; memories of her being captured and threatened by that boy.

The memories curl her hands into fists.

"Go! Get outta here!" Jokull mutters abruptly, gesturing to a metal door on their left. "I'll hold him off."

Zora knows that her ally has no chance against that boy; his crossbow broke in his fall, along with his leg and his ribs.

"Not a chance. We both leave here or neither of us do," Zora counters.

"Look, I never planned to leave this place anyway!" Jokull exclaims, his voice cracking with pain.

"What?"

Jokull's head flops in despair. "I'm a monster. It's too late to save me… but it's not too late for you-"

"No, you look! I've got my hands plenty dirty already!" Zora snaps. "So if you're staying then I'm staying and we go out together, or we can both head through that door, regroup and invent a new scheme. What do you say?"

Jokull stares at the floor for a brief moment, contemplating his ally's words. She knows he'd never turn down the prospect of scheming.

Then, they both stare up at the approaching boy from Fourteen. It's only now that Zora notices that Ozias is injured just as badly as Jokull - half of his face is melted off and an eyepatch covers his left eye.

Zora knows that Jokull is thinking the exact same thing as her - he is weakened and getting more desperate. With enough planning, we can defeat him. Then, we improvise the rest.

"Let's scheme another day," Jokull affirms, looking back at the Six Girl.

Zora breathes a sigh of relief and victory.

But then Jokull gazes back in the direction of Ozias. "But, there's still time to mess with him. Don't ya think?"

Zora thinks for a moment but then remembers all the times Ozias and Ren taunted her while she was captured. "Yeah," she answers, resolutely.

Ozias Califera, 18

Ozias grips his long falcata blade tightly in his hand.

He told himself that he'd cut down anyone that gets in the way of his path to vengeance and victory. It doesn't matter that the first person in his way is a familiar face - Jokull.

Ozias slows his march. He has to be ready for anything that little trickster from Six has up his sleeve.

Jokull looks his former ally up and down, and smirks. "You ain't looking so good, darling." He smugly brushes the left side of his face. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?"

Ozias sarcastically mimics the Six Boy's smug grin. "You've seen better days yourself."

It's true. Jokull doesn't look right at all. His face has turned very pale, even more than usual. His eyes are bloodshot, and they have a strange hint of green to them.

Still, Ozias knows he can't be underestimated. He managed to outsmart Ren, after all, and Ren was no idiot. Ozias must be swift and precise to put an end to the threat of Jokull for good.

Without warning, the Fourteen Boy slashes at Jokull's stomach, like a scorpion striking with its tail, and the smaller boy is only just able to evade the attack in time. As he does so, Ozias notices him stumble on his right leg. He's hurt. All Ozias has to do is finish him off.

Ozias advances forward, swinging his blade rapidly. But his enemy slips away to the right, that sly grin still plastered on his face. Ozias follows him around the corner, only to find that Jokull has sealed himself behind a sturdy, metal door with only a head-level, thin, glass slit.

Ozias peers through the glass slit, and narrows his eyes at Jokull. "You can't keep running forever, ya know."

The Six Boy smiles back. "Apparently, I can."

"No one can run from my destiny, not even you," Ozias sneers, staring down at him. "I will wreak havoc on everyone that's ever wronged me in this pathetic world that we call home, and anyone that stands in my way. And right now, you're in my way, little rat."

"You wanna know why Ren lost, big rat?" Jokull retorts. "They showed their hand way too early, all the way back in our dice game in that cafe in the Capitol. He was smart, for sure, but he was beat by his own arrogance."

Ozias punches the door. "It's not arrogance, it's the truth!"

It's then that Ozias spots Jokull's district partner standing behind him - the small, innocent-looking girl with the distant, wandering eyes.

"You were working together all along, weren't you?" the Fourteen Boy realises.

"A drop of poison can go a long way," Jokull smirks. "Speaking of which, you should probably hurry. Medicine is in short supply these days. Toodles." He flutters his fingers and steps back through the corridor.

For all Jokull's talk of not showing your hand too early, he just showed his. That girl, his ally, must be making all the poisons and remedies. That explains the strange green in his eye - Ozias realises.

Ozias stabs his blade through the glass in a fit of rage. "You think this will make any difference!? You can't stop me, nobody can! They've tried and failed time and time again. After I've destroyed all my other enemies in this place, I'm coming for Jokull, you and your little ally!"

That's not a threat, it's a promise!

Ozias suddenly stops and lets out three concurrent coughs.

As much as he wants to follow Jokull, he has bigger priorities right now. So Ozias turns away from Jokull and races towards his destiny - the cornucopia.

The medicine is so close now.

He stares out at the cornucopia. The roof of the complex has now been sealed off, making it much harder to see anything. Yet everything else is just as he remembers it. The podiums, where all twenty-six tributes were raised into the arena are still there, and in the middle, there is still a concrete bunker - the cornucopia that must contain all the medicine.

Ozias can only guess that the Capitol is trying to force all the tributes together again to bring the games to a close, trying their damn hardest to stop him from fulfilling his purpose: continuing to expose them for what they truly are.

A triumphant smile stretches across Ozias's face as he steps out onto the metal gratings that overlook the cornucopia and the surrounding area. They will try their hardest but nothing can stop him. Once Ozias has the medicine, no one will be safe, not even them. They fear him and he knows it.

But just as victory seems within his grasp, he hears a thud to his left, followed by one to his right. Ozias's eyes shift from side to side to find Emery's friend from Four and the Girl from One flanking him - an ambush.

He raises his machete and faces the boy - as he's the closest of the two.

Brizio. Yeah, that's his name - Ozias recalls.

Brizio's expression is different from the last time they met, the time that he tried to infect Ozias with lies; now, Four's dark eyes are cold and numb like there is nothing behind them.

Brizio holds his sword out with both hands and takes up his fighting stance; this time he's not interested in talking.

"Still doing the Capitol's dirty work, I see," Ozias mocks.

Brizio shakes his head. "I don't care about any of that. You're just another contract that I need to cross off."

That does it.

Ozias swings his machete at Brizio with a rage-filled cry, but the career easily parries the attack with his own blade. That does not stop Ozias from slashing at Brizio again and again, but each time the Four Boy parries and deflects his sword. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to break through Brizio's advantageous career training.

Ozias tightens his jaw in frustration, then swings the hardest he's swung yet, like he's trying to hack down a tree. However, Brizio sees this coming and slides backward, causing Ozias to stumble forward as he has over-extended his reach. The career immediately senses his advantage and slams his knuckles into the other boy's solar plexus.

Ozias wheezes and gasps for air, clutching his chest in surprise. At the same time, he is forced to pivot to the edge of the metal gratings as the tall, red-haired girl attempts to impale his leg with her sword.

Once Ozias has regained his footing and narrowly avoided falling several meters to his demise, he locks eyes with the new threat of the second career, who stares into his soul with rage and spite in her eyes. She clearly has a personal vendetta against him. He can see it in her eyes; it's the same look that he gave the audience of the Capitol after he confessed to feeding them their own citizens.

Yet, Ozias does not even know this girl's name.

Maybe his debts are starting to catch up to him.

Ozias goes straight for the One's neck. However, the powerful career is lightning-fast, and she strikes the base of Ozias's machete with her own sword. The impact causes Ozias's machete to slip from his hand despite his iron grip, and suddenly the boy is left unarmed and vulnerable.

Ozias looks to the cornucopia which houses his last hope.

It's all or nothing now. His destiny has to await in that bunker. Now disarmed, he is free to move faster. He avoids Geneve's blade before sliding down the metal ladder to the very bottom.

He's been through hell to get here - he survived alone in Rustvale and was cast out by the Capitol, he survived Gallus Adcock, he survived the prison of District Fourteen, he survived every other danger in the arena.

He will survive this.

Genevieve Ardelean, 17

He was right within her grasp.

The prime suspect slipped out of her reach.

But Geneve is not ready to give up just yet. If Aida were here in her place, Aida would not have stopped until she got answers.

(It is only by chance that Geneve is here and Aida isn't. If Geneve had been any slower at getting her mask on during the radiation leak then she would have been the one to drink that poison instead.)

(Like it was by chance that she was training at the academy when the rest of her family was murdered during a break-in.)

Geneve glances over the edge of the platform to search for Ozias - he's running to the middle of the circle, determined to get to the bunker.

Geneve can only guess that he is poisoned with radiation from the same substance that gave him the horrific burns on his face. She can't deny that it fills her mind with glee that he is getting a taste of his own medicine in this way. If she had any poison of her own, then Geneve would happily feed it to him after she gets the confession.

Geneve slides down the metal ladder as fast as the Fourteen Boy, and then races after him to the cornucopia like they are reliving the first day of the games. The career soon finds that she is faster than the outlier; she closes the distance between them quickly, then tackles him to the ground. They tussle and flail for a moment before Geneve manages to get the upper hand and pin him beneath her, pressing her sword to his throat.

She has no idea where Brizio has gone at this moment, but it doesn't matter.

All that matters is getting her answers.

"Was it you!?" The detective demands, pressing her sword harder against the young man's throat. "You filled those bottles with poison, didn't you?"

Ozias simply smirks in response. He must know that this piece of vital information is the only thing keeping him alive. Aida is keeping him alive.

"Tell me it was you! Or I'll make your death as slow as I can!" Geneve presses.

"Yeah I did it," Ozias finally admits. "I'm the one that helped tear your stupid alliance apart. But you already knew that, didn't you? You just wanted to hear me say it."

It's then that Brizio arrives at the scene, wiping sweat from his brow. "What are you waiting for? End him," he pants.

"It was him," Geneve tells him, grinding her teeth together.

"You think I was alone? It weren't even my plan to begin with. You'll never catch the masterminds, they're sneaky and slippery-"

"Who?!" Geneve growls, pushing her blade into the killer's neck.

"You careers think the whole world revolves around you, don't ya?" Ozias scoffs, shaking his head.

"Who!?"

As Geneve is distracted by Ozias's words, she doesn't notice him slip his leg free, and never sees the kick coming. Geneve groans as the boy plants his boot into her stomach.

Ozias then scrambles to his feet and stumbles towards the bunker.

What is he thinking? Even if he gets the medicine, he's now unarmed and has two careers blocking his escape.

It doesn't do anything to douse her hate for him, but she can't help but admire his determination to fight until the very end. They are similar in that way.

Geneve leaps after the boy and strikes him in the back with a flying side-kick, but she isn't prepared for what happens when he falls inside the bunker.

Something activates at the entrance of the bunker at Ozias's feet - presumably some kind of tripwire. Then there is the sound of glass shattering all around them, followed by the rapid spread of flames.

It's only then that Geneve notices that she's standing on a layer of oil.

"Move!" Brizio shouts as the two careers dive on top of the bunker. They haul their way to the top of the concrete structure, narrowly avoiding the searing heat of the fire which is rapidly spreading all around and engulfing the entire area. Thick smoke rapidly begins to clog their lungs, forcing Geneve to cover her mouth and nose.

The fires burn for a good few seconds before Ozias emerges from the bunker, coughing widely. He is clutching a handful of black cylinders in his arms as he battles his way through the flames. That must be the medicine from the bunker.

The One girl coughs, pointing to Ozias. "We can't let him escape!"

She does not even wait for Brizio's response before he throws herself into Ozias from on top of the bunker. As she collides with him, she punches him in the back simultaneously, causing him to drop the stash of medicines onto the burning ground.

The heat from the inferno kisses her hands and forearms, but she manages to fight through the pain. If she can just stop him from getting the medicine…

Each of the capsules of medicine has a number printed on them; 1, 4, 6, 8, 9, and 11 - Geneve reads. One for each of the remaining districts. Well except…

Geneve looks up to see that Ozias is still holding the capsule for District Fourteen.

She curses his luck and continues her pursuit of him, leaving the other capsules of medicine to melt in the fire. Scaling the ladder after him, she yells "Why won't you just die?!"

They reach the first platform and begin running into the first corridor. Geneve does not give Ozias a moment of breathing space to take the last of the anti-rad medicine. About halfway down the corridor, Ozias suddenly spins around, seemingly realising that he can't outrun Geneve. But apparently, he did not anticipate how close the relentless career is to him.

Geneve lashes out immediately, and Ozias only just manages to avoid the business end of her sword. However, Geneve's sword catches the metal cylinder of medicine on the way, and the container hits the floor with a clang.

The Fourteen Boy's eyes widen in fear for the first time in the fight. The very prospect of death must terrify him more than even he knows.

Geneve quickly kicks the medicine away, hoping that action alone will crush the last scraps of hope that he has, then she continues to back him up against the wall with her sword. "You can either die in agony from your sickness or die in agony from a severed throat - your choice," she states plainly.

But suddenly, Ozias erupts into a sly, maniacal giggle. "Like you're gonna just give up the chance to kill me yourself. You wouldn't have it any other way."

Fourteen takes off running down a different corridor, to the right.

"Unfortunately for you… you're right!" Geneve sneers, mostly to herself.

She continues her vengeful chase of Aida's killer - up a flight of stairs and into a new corridor. This corridor is much darker than the last, as the lights have been switched off.

All of a sudden, it is dead silent, and Ozias is just a shadow at the end of the corridor.

Then it hits Geneve like a knife in the heart. It's just like the dream she had on the train on the way to the Capitol; the dream that started off lucid that she was in control of, but somehow, by the end, she lost control, and she was running from that shadowy figure.

(Her dreams always used to come true.

But this one can't.

It won't.)

(In her dream, she was running, but here, she is the pursuer.)

Geneve tightens her grip on her sword and charges head on into the shadow. It is getting even more difficult to see due to the smoke from the fire spreading into the corridors.

As she gets closer, Ozias's orange suit and burnt skin become clear again.

See, he's just a man.

Ozias suddenly changes direction again, pivoting to the right, and Geneve follows him out into the circular area again which is now nothing more than a floor covered by flames.

The murderer begins climbing up another ladder, and Geneve follows him. "You can't run forever!" she cries.

He can't. He has to tire soon.

But when Ozias reaches the top, he stops and stares down at Geneve. The red flames below dance off of his gleeful eyes and he adorns a mischievous smile. "Bet they didn't teach you this little trick in the career academy," he says, beginning to pull the top of the ladder off its hinges. "But you sure as hell pick it up in Fourteen."

Geneve freezes solid in shock. Has she really been outsmarted by this killer?

She gave in to her need for revenge. She let her guard down.

Geneve lets her eyes slip shut as Ozias finishes unscrewing the ladder. The merciless boy's cackles fill her ears as she plummets to a fiery grave.

(She may not have found all the answers, but she can only hope that her family is content with what she did find and that they are waiting somewhere on the other side of this fall.

She hopes Aida will be content too, even if her face doesn't say it.

Cesar, Ophelia, and Lexi will be okay. She knows they will. Geneve meant to go back to them, but her mother's spellbook never lied and neither did her dreams.)

The last thing Genevieve feels is an intense heat consuming her body before she strikes the ground…

Well here we are at the final 8! I can't believe I'm finally here. Hope you're all enjoying this story so far. Let me know what you think!

Congrats to art, moose, rb, linds, lily, miri, dd and void for getting into the final 8!

Deaths

9th: Genevieve Ardelean: Killed by Ozias Califera - dropped into burning pit. I had a lot of fun writing Geneve throughout this story, especially the amount of times I misspelt her name lol there was a lot of different parts to her character including being a detective, a career and also into witchcraft and it was fun balancing it all out. I enjoyed writing her friendship with Aida, and she was definitely another character that I would have liked to see go further but I didn't really have any plans with her in the other plotlines beyond this. Thank you for the submission Raf!

Kill counter:

Geneve: 2

Romulus: 2

Aida: 1

Ren: 4

Chaney: 1

Auren: 1

Jokull: 4

Ozias: 3

Emery: 1

Zora: 1

Alizka: 1

Brizio: 1